I'm so happy to finally have this done. c: This is my first real animation project and though there are little nitpicky things I'm not satisfied with, the success of this piece has made me excited to continue doing animations in the future.

Enjoy~

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"...nhh."

Katie lay in bed with her eyes closed and her paw in her panties. Her brow furrowed in sexual frustration and her lips parted in an occasional groan. She'd woken up from a nap with an ache in her folds and no one to share it with. The soft, rhythmic slk slk slk of fingers on wet sex was the only noise in the house. It was a Tuesday night, so Ethan was working a double and Dad was back in their hometown, both unable to deliver the dicking she desperately wanted.

Images of their cocks passed through Katie's head. Images accompanied by smells and tastes. Dad had probably come back from a long workday and was presumably relaxing on the couch before he jumped in the shower. He rarely wore pants around the house, which had filled her experience of living at home during the year after high school with a mix of complicated emotions. She'd had a hard time blaming herself for her arousal. Her father, despite being almost forty, was still very much in his sexual prime. His work as a remodeling contractor kept his body strong and confident. Coinhabiting the kitchen during early mornings usually included risky, prolonged glances at the muscular curves of his naked back and legs and his boxer-clad ass. His capable hands were nearly big enough to completely wrap around her biceps, an activity he'd used to impose without knowing how it made her heart flutter. He was masculine in a comforting, inviting kind of way. The bellow of his laugh, the outfits that often included a backwards ball cap, the jovial, physical nature of his touch and presence. The healthy rise of his bulge.

Ugh, his bulge.

God, she wanted that pressed against her. She remembered the sight of his package all too well -- of doing honors homework at the kitchen table while he reclined back horizontally onto the leather sofa, one leg propped up on the cushions to air out his groin. Katie remembered how his musky smell would occasionally drift over and how it would make her squeeze her thighs together. The masculine smell of clean sweat and faded cologne. She used to catch herself stealing glances at the source of it. The gourd-shaped bulge in his boxer-briefs. Her had raced the few times she'd been able to steal a peak up the leg hole as he'd shifted position. It was never anything substantial, but the flash of exposed sheath fur set her imagination into overdrive. An explosion of imagined touches and praises and positions and climaxes. Her face nuzzled into the base of his sheath, her nose and mouth filled with the musky smell and taste of him. His big hands easily yanking her damp panties away from her dripping young sex. Strong, nimble fingers toying with her most sensitive parts. Gentle, rumbling moans telling her what a good girl she was.

Plenty of nights ended with Katie excusing herself to "do her homework in her room", and locking the door behind her.

Some nights, though, her arousal nearly got the better of her. On one particularly horny night, instead of leaving to her room, she'd moved onto the adjoining loveseat to "see what he was watching". They rarely talked when he relaxed like this, defaulting to a shared enjoyment of one another's company. That night, she was intent on enjoying his more. She remembered hearing her pulse in her ears as she'd brought a throw pillow to her chest with one hand and nonchalantly propped her head on the other as started stealing closer looks. She was directly perpendicular to him, which gave her a perfect view of his bulge from below. The hem of his boxers barely covered the edges of his musky pouch. His smell was everywhere. She'd swallowed hard. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily. Katie couldn't help but gently rock her hips back and forth, teasing her screaming clit. A grinding movement too slight for Dad to notice but plenty hard enough for her to feel. She felt the wetness in her panties spreading. The pillow was the only thing keeping him from the sight of his daughter's nipples attempting to escape her shirt. She wondered how much he could smell the nectar soaking her bottoms, but she'd been officially too horny to care.

The show went to commercial and two things made Katie's hot breath catch in her throat.

First, Dad reached down to scratch himself. One hand retrieved his phone from the coffee table while the other dipped under his waistband. Katie couldn't look away as the outline of his hand raked and tugged on the soft flesh of his balls. His thick wrist had dragged the waistband down an inch or so, and Katie felt herself actually salivate as she caught a glimpse of the top of her father's sheath. It was thick -- thicker than Ethan's -- and his fur looked tantalizingly soft. The rise of the waistband also unleashed a new wave of musk, and Katie felt herself grip the pillow tighter to her chest as she connected his scent with the sight of its source.

Second, Katie didn't hear herself whimper, but when she glanced up at Dad he was staring at her. Fuck.

Katie's mouth hung open. Fuck. How long had he been watching her ogle him?

"Did you say something, babe?"

"Uh, n-..." Katie's body contracted in on itself. Her knees swept up to her chest and both arms wrapped around the throw pillow. "No. Sorry."

She looked away but she knew she wasn't fooling him. He'd raised her, he knew how she looked when she lied. She studied the carpet for a moment before flashing a glance to the t.v., and finally back to Dad. His eyes were no longer on her face. Instead, they had traveled down between her legs, where they now rested, filled with an emotion that Katie had never seen in him before. Lust. Out of the corner of her eye, Katie saw her father's erection hardening in his boxers. His gaze only lingered for another moment before he looked back to her face, gave her a hearty grin, and said, "Shower time." He lifted himself off of the couch, the tip of his cock peeking over his waistband, and retreated to his room.

Katie's breath stayed in her throat until she heard his bathroom door close and the shower come on. Her breath came back in closed-mouth pants. The analysis tumbled forward. He'd seen her, for sure.

And he liked it.

He liked that his daughter was looking at his cock.

He liked that seeing his cock had made her soak her panties.

He liked seeing her soaked.

He saw her soaked.

Katie's eyes bugged as she realized where he'd been looking. She pulled the throw pillow away from her chest and looked down at the fist-sized wet spot on the crotch of her shorts.

***

Katie tossed her panties into the hamper and exhaled sharply. This wasn't enough. Fingering herself in her bed wasn't enough. She needed something to smell.

Bottomless, Katie walked the short distance to Ethan's room. He'd left his computer on, the main screen of three monitors featuring a displaying a paused Youtube video. Katie climbed into his bed and buried her face in his pillow. Her fingers returned to her dripping pussy as she inhaled her brother's scent. Clean, strong, with a slight tinge of cum. He'd definitely finished on these pillows before. Katie heard a moan escape her mouth. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to be fucked. She imagined him roughly pressing her face down into the pillow and fucking her little hole from behind. She moaned into the pillow as her fingers pumped in and out of her.

"Bro...~!"

Her pussy spasmed on its own. Somehow saying it out loud made the fantasy ten times hotter.

"Fuck me, big bro~! Cum inside your horny little sis...~"

Katie moved the pillow between her legs and began to roll her hips against it. She grabbed the second against her and fell against his mattress, uncontrollably writhing in pleasure.

"F-fuck... fuck me~"

The ache in her pussy was building, spreading. Not toward a climax, but consuming her whole. Reducing her to a trembling, humping girl in heat. Katie's moans sounded so much louder than normal in the quiet house. She was sure the neighbors could hear her if they were listening, but she didn't care. She ground herself against the pillow, the warm static of pleasure filling every part of her.

She was so enraptured in her heat that she didn't even hear Ethan open his bedroom door.