J. Bradley - Sister_s dog hunger

Tish looked at her and smiled deviously. She pursed her full lips prettily, but it was pure poison that came out of her mouth.

"It wouldn't be that you're afraid of getting rid of sweet little Charger, would it, honey?"

Carol shot her a wicked glance. "You shit up. Tish. I'm warning you."

"Why? Afraid of what Harley might think?" She laughed cruelly and slid her arm around Harley's neck and hugged him, pushing her tits against him obviously. "What can Harley say, after we saw what he was doing last night?"

Harley turned scarlet and broke into a fast sweat and muttered intelligible sounds, toeing the dust with his boot again, making a deep grove.

"Don't do that to him, Tish," Carol said. "Can't you ever be anything but cruel?"

"I can be hot," Tish smiled. "Nearly as hot as you, honey."

"Damn it, Tish!"

"Did Carol tell you about it, Harley?" Tish asked, looking closely into her brother's face, still hugging him around the neck. She made her hip rub against his.

"N-No." Harley choked. He was nearly able to look at her, keeping his eyes downcast. "Tell me about what, Tish?"

"About what she likes to do with Charger?"

"Tish! Stop it, damn you!" Carol cried angrily. It didn't occur to her to tell Harley that Tish had let Charger fuck her, too, that she was just as guilty, just as shameful. It never did.

Tish laughed with a tinkling sound when Harley gasped and lifted his head and looked at Carol with a startled expression.

It was true! He had seen Charger with her at the window!

He watched the play of emotions over Carol's face and felt sorry for her, for her embarrassment. It was nearly as great as his won. And she was right-Tish was being cruel to both of them. He looked at his older sister in a new light. Then he looked at Tish.

"She didn't have to tell me, Tish," he said, his voice surprisingly even. It was almost quavery when he talked to Tish. "I saw her with Charger last night."

Tish grinned at Carol and gave Harley a little hug again, loving every moment of their mutual embarrassment. To her, it was damn silly to get hung up about sex all the time, and bringing it up was the surest way there was to make somebody uneasy.

"Oh, you saw her with Charger last night, Harley? And what was Charger doing to her, Harley?"

"The same thing he was probably doing to you, Tish," Harley said with surprising calmness. "Because I saw you, too. You were both naked in your bedroom-with Charger. You must have been letting him fuck, huh, Tish?"

Tish whipped her head around. Carol laughed with a nervous sound, enjoying Tish's expression of Shock. It was the first time ever Harley had talked back to Tish.

"Well, well, little sister. I guess that puts us all on the same boat now, doesn't it? We're all guilty. We all fucked dogs last night and nobody has anything on anybody else, isn't that right?"

"Harley, you little sneak!" Tish said finally, deciding to laugh instead of knocking his dumb head off. "I'll bet you sneaked up the stairs and peeked in my room and then ran down to fuck those two hot pussies, didn't you?"

Harley pulled back slightly and looked down his nose at her. His cowboy has was pulled half over his eyes now, and he swelled out his chest and stood with his legs braced and slightly bowed.

"Never mind what happened last night, Tish," he said casually. "The question we've got going now seems to taken a new turn. Instead of selling dogs in heat to horny old men, it looks like we can sell dogs with big pricks to horny young women, too."

"It's terrible!" Carol cried again.

Harley swiveled his head slowly and gave her the same authoritarian look. "I think it makes sense, Carol. I'm big enough to admit I kind of dicked up yesterday buying all those mutts."

"Kind of!" Tish hooted.

Harley ignored her for once, and the ability to do it was dizzying to him. "Besides, it takes a long time to train a dog to attack. Training him to fuck would be lots easier, something almost natural to him-with women, I mean."

He hitched up his pants and hooked his thumbs in his belt and rocked on his boot heels. "I could get the females used to taking a big dick. Shit, I got a good start on two of them last night. And Tish, here, could help out training the males to fuck pussy. We'd have us a hell of a going thing here, girls." He turned his head to the side and spat from the corner of his mouth, rocking on his heels again, the sagest bastard who ever rode the plains.

"Jesus," Tish breathed, pulling back, a strange smile on her face. "Listen to him, will you! He thinks he runs the place now!"

"It was your idea, Tish," Carol said softly, unable to keep a smile from her lips. The little bitch had been caught in her own trap for once.

Tish looked at her challengingly. "All right, big sister. I'll go along with it. I'm game. I'll fuck anything. But I'm not training all of them. You're helping."

"Now, just a min-"

"That's fair, Carol," Harley broke in.

She looked at him. She'd just begun to have a little respect for him. Now he was siding with Tish again, and things were back the way they were.

"We can start right now, Carol," Tish grinned reaching out for Carol's hand. "You can have the Great Dane. I'll take the Cocker."

Harley guffawed and whipped his hat off and slapped his pants with it.

"Oh, shut up, you little bastard!" Carol cried.

She whirled around and stalked towards the house. Harley stared after her with surprise. His balloon had just popped, and he wasn't sure why. But it had been fun while it lasted.

Carol slammed into the house and plopped onto one of the kitchen chairs. She stared at the wall a long moment, then dropped her face into her hands and made a choking sound.

Alec-come get me out of this madhouse! she cried inwardly.

Sometime later, she stepped out of the shower, frying herself with a towel that seemed very heavy. She sighed and held it to her full tits and walked stiff-legged to the bed.

She flopped down on her back and stared at the ceiling. She didn't feel like getting up. Maybe she would never get up again. What the hell was the point.

She heard a car drive up into the yard and stop. The sun came in through the window and warmed her and made her feel even more sluggish.

After a moment, sheheard a woman's voice. It was astonishingly grating and shrill. The woman had an obnoxious laugh and she used it frequently.

Wondering finally what was so damn funny to her. Carol lifted up on her elbow and looked through the window.

She recognized the woman. Not by name, but by sight. She was fortyish, and she lived alone in a small house on the street Carol used to take to Alec's apartment. Carol recognized her because she was always working in a lush little garden in her front yard.

The woman was talking to Tish, doing a lot of gesturing with her hands, laughing when there couldn't be anything at all to laugh at.

Carol watched them, wondering if maybe the woman wanted a dog for company, since she lived alone. Then she caught sight of Harley in the penned yard. He was brining Charger along, leading him towards the kennel.

A quick throb went through Carol's chest. It was a strange sensation-akin to dread.

Not Charger!

And then she noticed that Harley wasn't taking him to the front where the woman was but to the side room.

"Oh, no…" Carol groaned.

She got off the bed quickly, coming to sudden life again. She dressed hurriedly, picturing the side room in her mind.

The kennel had been a huge old garage at one time. Harley had done most of the work converting it over, laying the cement floor and the rest of it, and he's done a good job. It was one of the reasons Carol had gone along with the whole idea in the first place-the good job he'd done and the hope that he might be ready to make something of himself after all.