It was a hot but lazy summer day in the neighborhood. In the fenced in back yard of Jim and Darling's house, the leaves from the maple rustled in a light breeze. Underneath the tree, laying in its shadow was Scamp. A young male, Scamp had grown out of puppyhood but had yet to fully fill out in to his new adult frame. His wild and unruly adventure into the junkyard had been a year ago and he was more mature and less impulsive. 
	He disliked being in the stuffy house with all the commotion and preferred the quiet of the back yard these days. His sisters were the exact opposite. Having grown up into early adulthood, they were the spitting image of their mother and had developed similar manners and habits. Almost no trace of their father's genes had made it through much to Jim and Darling's amusement. Scamp was the only one who represented his father's looks though he had unfortunately inherited his mothers size and stature. He had resented that as he had looked forward to being as tall as his father. Partially so that he could see himself as his equal. 
	His snooze became interrupted as a fly had apparently found him great company. It buzzed around him. A mild annoyance that caused him to open his eyes and shift around. Choosing to lay on his back he tried to go back to sleep as his sheath and balls faced the heavens. With o thought to modesty he heard the soft thump of the dog door as someone came in the back yard. Not moving he heard the soft jingle of a tag hitting a collar. He could tell that it was either his mother, or one of his sisters by the sound. Tramp's tag made a louder sound then the one making its way to him. It was also louder than angel's who being smaller barely made a sound. He continued to stay still. Listening to the sound, he guessed it was one of his sisters by the rapid pace of the jingle. When his mother walked, she did so in a measured pace. Not in this chaotic way. 
	The jingle made its way to him under the tree as he heard a giggle. "hey bro, you know its not very gentleman like to be so exposed like that. What if one of the neighbors are looking." It was Abby. Of his 4 sisters, she was probably the most adventurous. Keeping his eyes closed he grunted. Not caring to move an inch, he said "so what, if they want to look, they can. Its not like its a crime." Her scent reached his upturned nose and their was something different about it... Had Darling used a perfume on her? Whatever it was it smelled familiar. His nose twitched as he sniffed at the air. Analyzing it he felt a stir in his chest. The more he sniffed the more he wanted... 
	Breaking from his lethargy he looked up at his sister and found her in-between his legs. Just as he was sniffing at the air, she had her nose up against his furry pouch. Before he could react her nose made contact as she inhaled deeply. It sent a shiver through his spine as the stirring he had felt became stronger. "Abby, wha-" he had began to say but was cut off by the feeling of her licking at his twin orbs. All thought left his mind as she began to pull on his sack, bathing it in saliva as the feeling became stronger. He watched as she continued her licking. A desire building in his chest and a warm pressure began to fill his sheath. His arousal began to show as his red tip poked out and after giving it a quick sniff, she began to like at that. This made the young male nearly jump as he had never felt this kind of pleasure before. She was working more of his tip out and he instinctually began to buck at her head. Not knowing why, all he managed to hiss out was "Oh, Abs, thats amazing!"
	Breaking from her tour of his genitals, she looked up at him and giggled. "You smelled so good, i couldn't help myself" she cooed. "Ever since this morning iv felt off and thought getting some fresh air would help, but smelling you has made the feelings stronger." she said. "I dont know what it means, but my rear end feels hot and bothered. And its soo sensitive to touch. It felt soo good rubbing against the banister." Scamp rolled over and got to his feet. "Let me see." he said as he approached her from behind. Scamp noticed the difference. Her pee hole was now inflamed and swollen. What was a black slit before was now a 3 point puffy spade. And as he sniffed it, he knew where the scent that was exciting him came from. Taking a few deep inhales he noticed how she stiffened at his approach. Her tail, already not long enough to cover it had gone to the side and her puffy lips had lifted up slightly. Almost opening up a little. She gasped as he gave it a lick. He found the taste to be earthy yet enticing. Every thought in his head told him he wanted to get more of it. So he obeyed as he began to lick at her lips. 
	She cried out as he found her backing into his nose like she was trying to push it in as deep as it could go. Scamp was on fire. His sheath felt hot and swollen as he continued to lick at her. The desire...the desire to do more was overwhelming. His heart felt like it was going to pound right out of his chest. And yet a part of him knew that this was wrong. Despite the pure want and need coursing through his veins, he knew that he should not get caught. So he withdrew his muzzle from Abby's spade and was surprised to see her stagger. Having been pressing up against him to maximize the pressure of his tongue, she was not ready for him to withdraw. "hang on Abs..." Scamp took a quick peek of his surroundings as he looked for a place with more privacy. Darling had planted a Rhododendron bush when they had first moved into the house, 10 years ago. Scamp looked at it and decided there was enough cover in the foliage to afford them some privacy from prying eyes from the house. "over here Abs." he told his sister who was still in a daze. She followed him with a giggle till they were behind the bush and not able to be scene from the house. 
	With his heart hammering, he turned back to his sister. She had a sneaky smile on her lips as she looked back at him. Again her tail was off to the side and presenting the puffy spade. She looked back at him with hunger. He approached her...not knowing what to do or why, he was standing right behind her...Her scent was overpowering. And then she bumped her rear end into his chest and he found himself hopping on to her back. He wasn't even aware of the action. Only that it felt the right thing to do...Like two puzzle pieces he found that he felt it was the right thing to do as his front paws wrapped around her rear legs. He felt that his hot and swollen tip was poking out of his sheath, and seemed to line up with her spade. He paused for a second trying to comprehend what he was doing when she took it out of his hand. 
	In a firm movement, she pushed up against his sheath. All thought wiped from him, he flexed his hips and felt the tip become engulfed by her wet folds. As he pushed in, he felt more of his sheath give way as his cock reached deeper in her. "Oh, Abs" was all he could get out as he bucked in to her. With every push he felt more of himself go into her. The experience was like nothing he ever knew possible. It seemed like he was growing in her. The more he pushed into her, the more pressure he felt around his groin. He kept going. Eager to shove as much of himself into her spade. But as lost as he was in the moment, he also noticed how the pressure at the base of his sheath was growing exponentially. It was like something was swelling rapidly. But he couldn't stop. He kept pushing into her. Eager to get as much as he could in her, there was a wetness that ran up his member. Like a Suttle peeing sensation he felt it go into Ab's mound in rhythmic pulses. And yet he kept going. All he cared about in that moment was shoving as much of himself into her. 
	Blinking he noticed something else...He was stuck. While his member still pulsed with a fluid feeling, he could no longer pull away from her. "ah, Abs?" he muttered as he tried to disengage from her. He tried again, this time more firmly. But his member was firmly stuck in her. Looking in-between his legs, he saw that Abby's spade was bulging. And he was firmly stuck in her. For her part she still seemed to be in a trance. Quickly panting, her eyes were glazed over as she enjoyed the sensations. Trying to get in a more comfortable position he forced himself off her back and rested next to her. Being next to each other, he gave her a quick glance. He saw she had not even registered the change. But this was uncomfortable. He was still stuck to her with his hips at an awkward angle. So he did the only thing that made sense to relieve the tension. He turned around and found himself looking at the base of the Rhododendron. Now they were facing away from each other as they stood there. He continued to shudder as he pumped what he did not know into her. But it felt incredible and a deep sense of satisfaction was washing over him. He guessed the same feeling was dominating Abby's world as she still wasn't responding to the surrounding world. So he chose to not worry about his stuck status. Only enjoy the sensations as he was held in place by his sister...