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This story was written for Draegwolf. It contains M/F and brief M/M sexual acts between consenting adults, themes of incest, bondage and dom/sub play. <3

More Reasons to Party

There were still balloons on the gate, but they had already started to deflate somewhat, looking rather shrivelled, prune-y and no longer quite so buoyant as they had no doubt been the day before. Drake sighed as he slipped into the garden and began to walk up the path of his friend's home. He felt bad for missing Lycan's party, even if there had been nothing he could do about it. But he was back in town now, and the wolf fully intended to live up to his promise to one of his closest friends. He said he'd be round to wish him a happy birthday as soon as he was able, and thus even though it was still rather early in the morning, here he was gift in hand at the other wolf's home.

Gently, not wanting to disturb anyone who might still be asleep, Drake knocked upon the front door. He looked around the front garden as he waited, and smirked as he noticed that tucked into one of the flowerbeds near the front of the house were several empty beer bottles. It must have been quite a party. But... if it had been that loud, that raucous as to end up with people drinking out front, maybe it was a good thing he'd missed it. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he wondered how Lycan had felt about that. After all, the two of them were alike in many ways beyond being the same age. It was their similarities, their quietness and more passive, gentle natures which had drawn them to one another, and led them to continue being close even after they'd ended up sent to different high schools. Neither one of them were loud party people, and Drake hoped that late or not, Lycan would enjoy a chance to sit quietly and chat with him, rather than being pressured into milling around and socialising with not just friends, but friends of friends, and friends of those friends of friends as so often happened with house parties.

Before he could think on the subject any more of course, the door opened. A pair of sharp, dark eyes regarded him from inside through a crack in the door, only to widen as a giggle emerged from somewhere just beyond. Drake blushed as the door opened up, revealing the grinning muzzle responsible for that giggle, and then more as its owner stepped back to allow the door to swing all the way in and expose her completely to the gaze of the man beyond.

"Hi, Drakey!"

The male wolf stared, very aware that he was doing so but somehow unable to stop himself, as Shayla stood before him in a white cotton bathrobe. Lycan's sister held a towel in one hand, her long dark hair still tousled and damp obviously fresh out of the shower. Her robe was short, only reaching part way down her thighs, and though it was wrapped shut at the waist the fabric didn't meet at the bottom until what must have been fractions of an inch below that which would have let some rather intimate areas remain visible to anyone who looked. Drake swallowed thickly. He'd had a crush on his friend's sister for years, but out of respect for Lycan he'd never once mentioned it. In fact, when they hung out Lycan rarely ever mentioned his family at all. He spent so much time with them, they were so close and tightly knit, Drake imagined that maybe his friend enjoyed the fact that when it was just the two of them he could be someone else. Someone other than Lycan, Shayla's brother, or Lycan, Miranda's son.

But... that hadn't stopped Drake from admiring Shayla from afar on the occasions when he'd visited Lycan here at home, or when he and Lycan had spotted her out in the wild while hanging out at the mall or somewhere else. Admiring her abundant confidence, wishing that he could be as strong in his convictions as she seemed to be. Delighting in her sense of humour, so teasing and at times playfully wicked. Revelling in her beauty of course, and deeply enjoying how flirty she could be. Of course, he knew she probably didn't like him that way. He didn't have much in the way of experience with women when it came to romance, never mind anything more physical than that. But... even if it was just how she acted around guys, playful and teasing and perhaps a fraction more forward than most would have expected, it had been more than enough to send him head over heels for her almost from the moment they'd met.

"H-hi, Shayla. Is... uh, is Lycan awake? I sent him a text saying I'd be coming over last night, but he didn't get back to me. I... I hope he had a good birthday. Really wish I could have been there for the party."

The darker grey, robe-bound wolf smiled at Drake again, and stepped yet further back into the entry-way of the house as she gestured for him to join her inside.

"We wish you could have been there too, Drakey. It was quite a night. Please, come on in."

Drake's cheeks flushed beneath his pale grey fur as he heard Shayla address him in that babying, playful way once again. He wasn't exactly sure when she'd started doing it, or why. No-one called him Drakey. No-one, not even his parents. But, like so many things that Shayla did, Drake found it as much appealing as he did embarrassing. It was something only they shared. And, as he lay in his college dorm room some nights and fantasised about his best friend's sister, it was her whispering that pet name to him which had carried him to the brink of...

"Lycan's still a little worn out from last night. He might be tied up for a little while. But... you can hang out with me, if you'd like? Wait until he's available, then you can give him his gift."

Dragged from his momentary daydreaming to feel his face burning an ever brighter, ever hotter shade of crimson, Drake stifled a bashful whimper as he stepped inside and felt Shayla brush close by past him. Her tail flicked against the crotch of his dark slacks quite by accident as she moved to shut the door behind him before he could turn and do so himself, but meaningful or not it was still enough to make the male tense up and to feel a slight lurching sensation in the pit of his stomach. He opened his mouth to speak, to say that maybe he should just come back later. That he didn't wish to intrude or waste Shayla's time. Before he could do so though, he felt something. Something surprising, and rather incredible.

Shayla took his hand. She wrapped her fingers tenderly around his slightly smaller paw, and before Drake had a chance to say anything in response to her offer was leading him deeper into the house.

As soon as the kitchen door opened, the scent of cooking bacon and maple syrup hit Drake's nostrils like a freight train. Then, a split-second later, all other sensory input was washed away as he saw the purveyor of those delicious scents. Standing in front of the oven, a couple of frying pans at work on the gas stove top as she fried bacon and pancake batter at the same time, was Shayla and Lycan's mother. Miranda was, like her daughter, obviously relatively fresh out of bed. Unlike Shayla however she wasn't dressed in a bathrobe, or any kind of robe. She was simply dressed in a huge baggy t-shirt, one that would have covered her body almost down to the knees were it not for her tail lifting it up at the back. There, exposed by her gently wagging tail, Drake could see the mature wolf's firm backside through a pair of rather lacy black panties.

"Drakey's gonna join us for breakfast while he waits for Lycan. That's okay, right mom?"

Miranda didn't so much as blink as she turned her head to regard her daughter's entrance with the newcomer. She turned back to her pancakes with only the most brief flicker of a smile, and addressed Drake directly.

"How do you like your bacon, Drake? Soft? Crispy? A little charred?"

With each option she swept her hips from side to side as though dancing to unheard music, ass still exposed and with no effort made to hide it either from her family or from her son's friend. Drake understood that they were all adults here, that mother or not both of Miranda's kids, like himself, were more than fully grown and thus no longer had to be treated like children. But... he couldn't imagine his mother behaving this way. He blushed and shivered slightly. He didn't want to. Seeing Miranda act that way though, so unabashed and carefree, it put knots in his stomach. He could see now where Shayla perhaps got some of her attitude towards life, and in that moment the wolf realised that when he got home that night, he would have a whole new lewd and intoxicating fantasy for his mind to play out.

It was a good thing that before long he and Shayla were seated at the breakfast table, for much as he tried to keep his thoughts in check and not disrespect these two women by thinking of them inappropriately, his body most definitely was. Drake sat silently, blushing beneath his fur coat as he listened to Miranda and Shayla chatting back and forth more like sisters or friends than mother and daughter, giggling and joking to one another about how Lycan would probably love some pancakes, but how after the prior night he probably wouldn't be in any state to enjoy them. I was only then that he chimed in, bashful but too curious not to speak.

"W-what... uh... what happened last night? Did Lycan get drunk or something?"

He smirked at the idea of his meek, quiet friend chugging vodka straight from a bottle and dancing on the table, shirt off and whipped around his head while girls squealed and fainted. Shayla soon shook her head though, giggling as though she too was amused by that same thought.

"Nah, nothing like that. He'll be fine, he was just up really late. We partied till the early hours of the morning, and by the time he was too tired to go on... well, I think if we woke him up now, he'd be too tired to appreciate pancakes or a gift."

Reaching across the table, Shayla plucked the small paper and bow-wrapped parcel from where Drake had set it down. She pulled it close to her head, shaking it gently against one ear even though it was fairly obviously from the weight and feel what was inside.

"So, what book did you get him?"

She returned the parcel as Miranda set two plates down in front of them, each stacked with four large fluffy pancakes, a substantial cross-crossing of bacon and a small knob of butter. The older wolf stepped away again, but swiftly returned with her own plate and a jug of maple syrup, warmed slightly to ensure it was easier to pour. Shayla's mother sat and ate with them, but she said nothing as Drake described the book he'd gotten for Lycan, explaining the premise of the series and all the while surprised by how genuinely engaged Shayla seemed by what he had to say. In the past they'd barely spoken for more than a few minutes at a time, and Drake had always kind of assumed it was because Shayla had better things to do than listen to him. It wasn't anything against her or what he thought she might enjoy, but... he was surprised she was interested, not just in this particular subject, but in anything that he might have to say.

They chatted on and on as they wolfed down their breakfast, every morsel of it utterly delicious, and kept on talking even when Shayla rose from her chair and began to clear their plates.

"Wanna help me wash the dishes, Drakey?"

She smiled warmly to the male wolf, who blushed and for some reason looked to Shayla's mother as though seeking permission. The older female just smirked, rising from her chair and wandering out of the room without a word, tail twitching over her still exposed, still rather beautiful ass all the while.

Thus, before long, Drake found himself standing shoulder to shoulder with Shayla as she passed him various plates, pans and cutlery to be either patted down with a dish-cloth or rack dried after she had washed them. Their discussion continued all the while, moving from that one book in particular to books, and reading in general.

"I dunno. I... I like the quiet. The privacy to lose myself in a book. So, I tend to read in my dorm room. What about you?"

Shayla beamed as Drake shot her question back in return, shrugging as she handed him a now empty coffee mug, the tips of her sudsy fingers brushing over the back of his hand for just an instant, feeling a slight tremor run through the male's body.

"Outside. When the weather is nice of course. I love driving outside the city and finding some woodland. Or even just going to one of the city parks when it isn't the weekend. Sure, there's people around. But, it's not like you're gonna get people coming up to you if you're sitting on the grass or under a tree. At most you might have a dog wander over for some attention while they're being walked. Plus, depending on what your neighbours are like I can imagine that it can't always be that quiet in your dorm."

Drake's face flushed once again. He did recall more than one occasion on which he'd been trying to chill out in his room, only to be interrupted by the sounds of... companionship from the room above. He nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. Maybe I'll give it a go. T-thanks, Shayla."

She smiled. A warm, friendly smile.

Then she flicked soap-suds at him, giggling as a particular fluffy clump of bubbles landed upon the bridge of the other wolf's snout, and he went briefly cross-eyed looking at them before grinning and wiping them away.

"You're welcome, Drakey. Honestly I'm kinda surprised you haven't thought of doing that before. I mean, you've been exercising, right?"

Drake's heart skipped a beat. Holy shit. She noticed?!

He tried to be calm. To be cool. It was just a statement of fact. Not a compliment.

"Y-yeah. I've been walking more. G-going to the university gym now and then. Trying to get a bit of tone so I'm not just skinny."

Shayla smiled warmly again, and gently shifted her weight to the right, shouldering the other, smaller wolf playfully.

"It shows. You're looking good."

His heart didn't skip a beat this time, it simply began to race. Now that was a compliment. Not just the first acknowledgement he'd received from anyone, close friends who knew about his fitness efforts aside, but the first compliment. Friendly, flirty or whatever, to hear someone say that... to hear Shayla of all people say that... not only did it excite Drake, it genuinely touched his heart.

He glowed scarlet, and his blue-green eyes glanced down at the sink and drying rack before them in bashful joy.

"T-thanks. Y...y-you do too."

A split-second after the words left his muzzle, Drake's head rose and he stared at Shayla in horror. It had been a total reflex. To return the compliment much in the same way that you would speak to someone in return when they told you to have a nice day.

Shayla smirked at him, cocking a playful eyebrow.

"I do, huh?"

Drake whined bashfully, shaking his head from side to side as a teasing, devilish look he had never seen Shayla give before spread across her face.

"N-no... I meant..."

She lifted another eyebrow.

"No? I don't look good?"

The male wolf practically yelped in horror. What the hell was happening here? What kind of nightmare had he dug himself into?

"That's not w-what I meant. Of course you look good. Y-you're the most beautiful woman in the wo-..."

He slapped his hands across his muzzle, but it was too late. His eyes bulged. Shayla's did too, and though she was still grinning Drake couldn't help but notice that in her eyes there was a slight registering of surprise, and that upon her cheeks, though it was hard to be sure beneath her much darker grey fur, there may well have been a slight rosy glow of her own embarrassment.

He looked back to the kitchen table and the parcel upon it. He thought of his friend. Of Lycan, and what it would have meant to them both if he'd been able to deliver the gift in person and hang out with his close friend for a while. Then he looked back at Shayla, still wide eyed and now grinning almost savagely, and shook his head.

"I... I'm sorry. I s-should probably go. I'm really, r-really so-..."

Again he was cut off, though this time not by his own actions.

Drake was cut off as Shayla wrapped her arms around his neck, the fur of her hands still wet and soapy from the warm sink of water close by. He fell instantly and deathly silent as she gently, easily turned him so that he was no longer looking at her while facing the counter, but facing her head on. He opened and closed his muzzle like a goldfish, trying to find something, anything to say in that moment which would have made the slightest bit of sense. A reason for what he'd said. An excuse. An outright lie. Anything, so long as it sounded remotely plausible.

But then... then Shayla started to lean in. To fix his eyes with her own dark and deep and intoxicatingly beautiful hues, and to lean in towards him. And suddenly, in that moment, Drake wasn't sure he wanted to find an excuse.

He had no idea what was happening. How this was possible. How this could be anything but some fantastic dream, or a nightmare when he awoke and realised it wasn't real.

"Drakey...?

Shayla whispered under her breath, her voice a husky growl as her lips hung merely an inch or so from the man's own.

"D-do you... do you really think I'm pretty?"

Her eyes spoke volumes. She knew she was pretty. And she knew that the male felt that way. Hell, in that moment Drake felt as though she knew everything about him. His feelings for her. His every fantasy, dream and longing thought for her. But then... if that was the case, why wasn't she tossing him out of the front door on his ass? Why wasn't she slapping him across the face, and leaving him for Miranda to do the same as she tried to protect her daughter from his ill-mannered affections?

Why, then, was she leaning closer as he whined and nodded, unable to lie now that he had been caught so openly in that truth.

"You're probably the prettiest woman I've ever met."

The last of those words, of that shameful confession had barely slipped through his lips when Shayla reacted. Instantly. Violently.

Drake's eyes bulged as he felt lips touching his own, and suddenly, shocking and blind-siding the male no matter how obvious the build up may have been, Shayla was kissing him.

***********

"Thank god you finally said something."

The kiss was over.

Drake wasn't sure how long had passed. Ten seconds. Thirty. A minute. An hour. At some point recently though he had become aware of a gentle tingling upon his lips,and realised that tingling was due to a sudden absence of Shayla's own lips against them. Now he heard her voice, and slowly but surely the world slid back into focus. He saw the taller, older woman standing before him, beaming as she held him close to her robe-clad body, and heard the words she had just spoken echoing in his mind over and over again.

His eyes bulged, and he whimpered in bashful dismay.

"Y-you... you knew?"

She grinned, and quite honestly it looked as though she was trying not to laugh.

"Oh, Drakey. Of course I knew. So sweet. So naïve. Lycan really never did tell you anything about us, did he?"

Drake blushed deeper still as he remembered his friend, at one point his whole reason for being here today. He shook his head though, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Tell me? Tell me what?"

Shayla opened her mouth again, but closed it with a smirk and a deep, tender growl. She shook her head.

"I was going to tell you. But... instead, how about I just show you?"

Before Drake could answer, before he could respond or react in any way to Shayla's offer, he felt her releasing him from the tender grasp she'd acquired around his neck and instead taking his hand into hers once more. His eyes bulged as he found himself being tugged away from the sink, towards not the hallway door through which they had entered the room, but the door to the living room which they had watched Miranda leaving through some time earlier. He tried to protest, blushing and whining as he looked down at his crotch and the rather obvious bulge in his slacks, but what was he meant to say? Could they not move right now so she didn't notice his erection? That would rather defeat the purpose. Thus, he let himself be led out of the room, and could only pray that somehow Shayla continued not to notice what her kiss alone had done to him.

They entered the living room, and Drake yelped in shock as the first thing he saw was Miranda lying spread out on the couch, her t-shirt tossed over the back of the seat and her panties lying atop it, the whole of the older woman's utterly gorgeous body naked and exposed to both her daughter and his wide, helplessly staring eyes. Miranda didn't react. Shayla didn't react. She approached the seats gathered around the new coffee table and arranged before their large, TV, stopped, and smiled at her mother as Miranda regarded Shayla with a smile and Drake's presence with a more gleeful grin.

"I was right, mom. I... I knew I was right."

Shayla bounced up and down on her footpaws as she grinned at her parent, in a way that might have been childlike were the woman's breasts not jiggling quite so gleefully as they currently were within her robe. Miranda pulled herself upright, still naked and making no move whatsoever to cover herself as Drake kept on staring.

"Took him long enough. You know, Drake, she's been waiting for an excuse to let you in on things since before you went off to college."

The older wolf stretched as she spoke, growling happily as her back popped, toes curling and back arched, breasts pushing outwards with firm, deep pink nipples fully engorged upon their peaks. She looked from the stunned, blushing male to her daughter with a warm smile.

"I assume he'll be joining us for the day?"

She didn't ask him, and Shayla answered without giving Drake any chance for input.

"Yes. I was gonna start by showing him some videos. Let him know everything that Lycan has been holding back."

Miranda grinned.

"Well then, I'll leave you to it."

She rose from the couch without even glancing at her discarded clothes, but rather than moving away towards the door at the far end of the room, she stepped closer to the pair. Towards Drake, moving to advance and address him even as Shayla extracted her hand from his to go and open up the cabinet next to their TV.

Drake blushed as the naked figure of his friend's mother stood before him, taller and broader than him in stature, strong in her curvaceousness and not at all diminished in beauty by her age. She was most definitely Shayla's mother, and that fact was made all the more clear when she smiled at the meek wolf, reached out towards him with an outstretched palm, and cupped his swollen crotch through his slacks.

He tensed up, but was too shocked, too humiliated and turned on all at once to cry out.

Miranda leaned in close, and whispered in Drake's left ear as she ever so gently fondled his bulging arousal.

"I trust my daughter's judgement, so I don't need to tell you to treat her like the lady she is. But... if you're going to be using this..."

She squeezed extra hard, and a ragged groan of pleasure escaped Drake's muzzle.

"...then you had better hope you know what you're doing. My daughter deserves a man who can give her what she needs. The pleasure she deserves. Will you try to be that man for her?"

Drake shuddered, and nodded. This was all insane. It was impossible. But... it was happening, and much as a part of him wanted to turn and run, to bolt out the front door and never darken the doorway of this house every again, he couldn't. Shameful as it was, he was too weak willed. Too overwhelmed, and quite frankly too horny to think with any degree of sense, and do anything but what Shayla... what both these women were asking of him.

"Y-yes... ma'am."

The wolf's eyes bulged briefly once more as Miranda leaned in and stole a quick kiss of her own from him, then she was gone. Slipping past him and leaving the male to stand, blinking in stunned amazement once again and now returning his focus and his gaze towards Shayla.

He groaned loudly.

Shayla was still resting on all fours in front of the cabinet next to the TV, rifling through what looked like a whole stack of marker labelled DVDs. What drew his attention in that moment however was not her actions, but rather her attire and what it was doing upon her body. Kneeling down with her head practically in the cabinet, Shayla's feet were stretched out behind her. Her legs were slightly parted for balance, and her tail was wagging eagerly. In its wagging state, much like her mother's t-shirt, it had lifted the back of her bathrobe up beyond what little of her legs it had already covered. Thus, Drake suddenly found himself faced by something he had never thought he would see in anything other than his most intimate and passionate fantasies.

Shayla's bare ass, and below it, just visible between her slightly parted legs, the merest glimpse of pink, glistening slightly as morning light shone through the open rear windows of the living room.

To the male's dismay, she soon turned and rose to a kneeling position. She held three DVDs wrapped around three fingers, and waved them playfully at the blushing, now obviously and shamelessly erect wolf.

"Pick a number between one and three."

She murmured playfully, wiggling her eyebrows.

Drake stared blankly for a few moments, then somehow heard himself respond.

"T-three."

He blushed, almost embarrassed by how happy it made him to see Shayla happy as she squealed and hurriedly put the rightmost of the three DVDs into the player beneath the television itself. As soon as the DVD slid into the device, the TV screen turned itself on automatically. Shayla raced back to Drake's side, dragged him to the couch, and pulled him down upon it beside her as the scene upon the DVD began to play.

Drake watched, and after a few seconds of blurred motion and the rustling of a microphone he saw the recording device in question being settled upon some surface. A large paw moved away from it after ensuring it was stable, and the person in question stepped back to examine the framing. His eyes bulged. It was Shayla. Shayla's upper body, stark naked and grinning mischievously in what Drake now recognised to be Lycan's bedroom.

He turned towards the actual wolf sitting next to him on the touch, only to let loose a groan of wonder and lust when he saw that she had opened up the front of her robe. Her body was bare beneath it, and as she leaned back on the couch, head tilting to rest upon his shoulder, she was fondling herself. Rubbing at one firm, exposed nipple upon her chest with one hand, and fumbling between her legs with the other. She saw him watching. Saw him staring. She giggled, nodding towards the TV.

"W-watch."

His eyes didn't move, so she rolled hers, removing her hand from her breast and reaching out towards his bulging slacks. Shayla squeezed his cock through his trousers, giggling as he yelped, then removed her hand once again.

"Watch the video, and I'll keep going. There'll be plenty of time to look at the real me later, trust me, but... you don't want to miss this."

Drake really couldn't argue with an ultimatum like that. Thus, he watched.

He watched as Shayla playfully posed for the camera, teasingly at first covering her breasts, then more shamelessly, wiggling her ass as though dancing, before finally falling back upon her brother's bed, throwing her legs high into the air and spreading her pussy lips apart with a loud, lewd moan. A softer but no less intimate moan escaped him from close by, and it took all of Drake's willpower to only glance over for a second as Shayla rubbed her clit with a pair of fingertips while she fumbled to unbutton and un-zip his slacks in the other.

On the screen, Shayla lay back on her brother's bed and began to masturbate. Not just to tenderly or gently stroke herself, but to really hammer at her pussy with her own fingers, grunting and moaning as her legs rose high up into the air, spread as far and as lewdly open as they could possibly get. Even at the distance between wherever the phone was set up and the bed itself, her moans of pleasure were obvious, as was the more intimate, wet noises emanating from between her legs. They were already so loud, and getting louder, more naughty and gloriously wet by the second. Drake shuddered lustily as he wondered if this was simply a masturbation video, the location entirely incidental. Then he blushed, whimpering in bashful confusion not only as Shayla freed his cock and began to stroke its bare flesh with her fingers, but as he asked himself an important, slightly concerning question. If he was only now thinking that this might be a masturbation video in a slightly risque location... what had he been expecting before?

As though perfectly on cue, while Drake had that thought and while Shayla masturbated the both of them upon the couch, legs stretched out onto the legless almost trunk-like coffee table before them, the sound of a door opening reached the phone's speakers. A shrill, nervous whine rang out through the room, and Shayla looked up sharply, as though she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be. A moment later though, she was grinning. A more devious, enthralled version of the same grin she had given him when he accidentally told her that she looked good; the slip of the tongue which he now realised was responsible for all of this.

A figure stepped into the room, his shadow falling across the bed from the more brightly illuminated hallway beyond. A voice rang out. Nervous. Shy. Excited, but in an embarrassed, humiliated kind of way.

"Shayla... w-what are you doing in my room?"

She giggled. Both the version of herself in the video, and in real life, as Lycan's voice overlapped with a muffled moan and a gasp of stunned realisation from Drake.

"W-waiting for you. C'mere... brother."

Some rustling followed. A few more muffled moans and murmurs as Shayla masturbated herself and an increasingly wide eyed, stunned Drake. Then, after maybe fifteen or twenty seconds, a second figure stepped into frame. A lithe wolf, smaller than Drake and much smaller than Shayla. The runt of the litter. Shayla's brother. Drake's best friend.

He was blushing. He was trembling.

He was hard as a rock as his sister turned to rest her bare ass over the edge of the bed, legs still lewdly spread and now the fingers of one hand holding her soaking wet pussy lips apart too.

"I'm so fucking horny, Lycan. I... I swear. No games today. No tying you up. No hypnosis. No putting you on a leash and parading you through town. J-just... just you and me. Just the two of us. Please. Eat my pussy, brother. Get on your knees a-and... and make me cum with that tongue of yours. Then fuck me, and don't stop until I pass out."

Drake watched as his best friend did as he was told. As he moved to pleasure his sister without hesitation. He watched as Lycan began to stroke and masturbate himself even before his lips first came into contact with Shayla's pussy, just looking at it as he jerked himself off, and though he knew it was wrong Drake couldn't help but smirk as once Lycan's face was wrapped up in Shayla's thighs the grunting, moaning woman raised her head, stared right into the unseen camera, and grinned knowingly.

"D-do you know how many people have jerked off to that scene?"

Over the sounds of her recorded moans, her brother's muffled gurgling and the more rhythmic and muffled moans that Drake was now beginning to realise weren't coming from the TV, Shayla whimpered happily to the other wolf as she quickened the pace of their mutual masturbation.

"T-thousands. Tens of thousands. We have a private site. P-pay to view. Lycan is our star. You won't believe how m-many people out there will pay top dollar for the real thing. F-for... brother and sister. Consenting adults, d-doing what consenting adults do... but... family."

Shayla let go of Drake's cock, the wolf whining and gasping as she did so, but not moving to touch it himself as she scrambled up from her seat, pulling her legs off the trunk-come-coffee table, and swung around so that she was kneeling astride her brother's best friend.

"So... n-now you know what a naughty lady I am. You know the basics... a-although, just a fraction of it... about what I'm like behind closed doors. Are you freaked out?"

Drake swallowed thickly, and nodded up at the woman looming over him. She nodded back, her tone slightly less playful when next she spoke.

"A-and... are you freaked out enough to... to let that change things? Freaked out enough to want to leave. T-to stop this, before I fuck you?"

She took the male's cock in hand between her legs, fondling its already swelling knot as she tilted it upward, brushing his tip between the lips of her pussy. Her eyes fluttered. Drake's own rolled back into his head. He groaned and growled loudly, toes curling and legs stretching out, brushing against the trunk which he swore felt like it was jiggling slightly. Shaking. Moving as though something was inside of it.

He stared up at Shayla. His face burned crimson with humiliation. With dismay as he realised the truth. Sure, he was freaked out. This was all so weird, so impossible to him. Incest? His friend as some sort of... sex toy for his own sister, maybe his mother too if her attitude was anything to go by? How could he not think it weird.

But... he kept looking at Shayla. At how beautiful, how hot she was. He looked down at her beautiful pussy begging to be fucked by his cock. His virgin cock, about to have its cherry snatched away by the woman he had jerked off so many times imagining doing so.

"L-Lycan..."

He gurgled softly, slowly lifting his hands, and placing them upon Shayla's hips.

"Lycan should have told me. I-instead of... of keeping you all to himself. I have lots of missed opportunities to catch up on... if you'll let me."

His eyes bulged, and Drake tossed his head back in a fevered, frenzied yelp as with a giddy grin spreading like wildfire across her face Shayla began to lower herself down around his twitching, aching, no longer virgin cock.

She wrapped her arms around Drake's neck once more as she began to bounce upon and ride him, and as she grunted and moaned in savage pleasure alongside the wide eyed, overwhelmed and joyous wolf, she looked lover her shoulder towards the case which had replaced their coffee table after the party last night.

"H-hear that, brother?"

She moaned loudly, and within the case, locked in the pitch black as he writhed and shuddered, a thick toy still buried in his ass even if the motor had run out of power, Lycan whined in embarrassment as he heard the sound of the one friend he had who was his and his alone being stolen away by his sister's temptation.

"S-so selfish... trying to keep us both to yourself. Makes me think I should leave you in there a little longer. Let you... ah, l-listen to your friend cumming inside me. And then... oohhhyes, r-right there, just like that, Drakey! Then... maybe we'll let you out. Or... maybe I'll have him fuck me again."

***********

Almost an hour later, Shayla lay sprawled out over the case in which her brother was locked, thrashing and kicking and shrieking happily as Drake loomed down over her, knotted cock unable to pull out but still jerking back and forth as far and as fast as their entwined bodies would allow. Every stroke of his cock rubbed at her g-spot, and as if that and his knot stretching her out wasn't enough, Drake had a hand between their bodies, feverishly rubbing at Shayla's clit.

"Please..."

He begged with a desperate whimper.

"Please... l-let me make you cum again. J-just... just one more!"

His pleas were so sincere. His need so genuine, desiring nothing more than the sight of Shayla writhing and screaming as he had witnessed three times already. Three more than he had ever imagined seeing for real in his life... but still not nearly enough.

He knew Lycan could hear them of course. He wanted his friend to hear. Or, more to the point, he wanted Shayla to know that Lycan could hear his demanding cries.

And sure enough, mere seconds later...

" Yes!"

She tensed up, trembling, quaking, clutching and clawing at the reddish ridge of fur which ran down Drake's now bare back as her pussy convulsed and several jets of hot, thick fluids gushed out from between them, dripping off the already sodden fur of the male's drenched and very much no longer virgin crotch.

"Yes! D-Drakey, cumming... aaaahhh_yes_..."

***********

"S-Shayla... oh fuck!"

Another hour passed, and it was Drake howling this time as streaks of his thick seed painted the top of the chest upon which he was kneeling, resting on all fours as the larger, stronger female wolf stood behind him, clawing at the cheeks of his trembling ass as she stole away the male's anal viriginity with a strap-on normally reserved only for Lycan's rump.

Drake's mind reeled at the pleasure of his prostate being pounded and his cock slapping up against his belly, painting the case below. He could hear, beneath his own cries, Shayla's whimpers of pleasure stricken effort and the slapping of her thighs against his, a near constant series of moans and whimpers escaping Lycan. Escaping his friend who at first had been whimpering in embarrassment as he listened to his friend being fucked by his sister, but was now whining and moaning in pure jealousy.

He felt sorry for Lycan, of course. He still cared for his friend, and couldn't imagine what the other wolf must have been feeling so pent up and frustrated in that moment.

But... at the same time, Lycan had been experiencing this with his family on an almost daily basis. All those times Drake had mused about being with a woman, all those times he'd shared his worries and fears of never losing his virginity to Lycan, and his friend had just played along. Acting innocent, acting like a virgin himself, when in truth he was probably the most active man Drake knew.

So, much as Drake didn't intend on teasing Lycan to begin with... he wasn't going to let that stop him now. Not if it meant more pleasure for him, and particularly not if it meant more pleasure for Shayla. After all she had given Drake, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her.

***********

"P-please... do this for me."

It was mid-afternoon when Shayla and her mother lay together upon the couch, the younger woman's right leg crossed over Miranda's left, both nude and with pussies damp, bare, and currently occupied by a pair of large, powerful hitachi wands hovering and humming just over their swollen clitoris'.

The younger woman spoke to Drake, begged him with a desperate moan as she saw bashful nerves written across his face.

Drake looked down at himself. At his cock throbbing, glistening with lubricant. He looked down at the case before him, now re-oriented and with a panel upon the side removed to reveal a small, circular glory-hole.

He fell to his knees, and with fingers also glistening with lubricant he reached inside the hole. He felt warm flesh. Soft, already lube-dampened fur. And then... then he felt it. A hole within the hole. An orifice, stretched out by what until recently had been a substantial vibrator filling it, but which now stood empty. Waiting for something to replace that toy.

Suddenly, for just a moment or two, the buzzing upon the couch intensified and deepened in tone as Shayla brought the powerful wand into contact with her clitoris. She sobbed in pleasure, and shrieked in violent desperation driven by that momentary ecstasy.

"Fuck! O-ohhh fuck, j-just... just fucking do it, Drakey! Let me w-watch you fuck my brother's ass! Show him. S-show mom. Show me there's nothing you won't do for me."

And so, seeing the pleasure-stricken desperation on both women's faces and hearing a deep, guttural groan of humiliated lust from within, Drake did what early that morning would have sounded utterly insane to him, but which now sounded almost... though not quite... natural.

He leaned down over the case. He shuffled forward, growling himself as he felt the pucker of his best friend's ass open invitingly around the tip of his erection. And with his head low, in a growl that only Lycan could hear, he whispered to his friend through the case.

"I... I came here to bring you a book. But... n-now I know what a slut you are? This seems like a much more fitting present. Happy birthday, Lycan."

Drake thrust inward.

Lycan yelped in pleasure.

And as Shayla and Miranda began to drill themselves with the intense vibration of their own toys as they watched the show being put on for them, the wolves' mother leaned in close to her whimpering, shuddering daughter, whispering to her amidst their moans.

"You... like him, don't you?"

Shayla's eyes widened. She pressed her toy more intensely against her clit, perhaps to make herself feel even better as she shrieked in ecstasy, or perhaps to give a reason for the deeper, rosier blush that spread across her face as she whined back.

"N-no... shut up, mom. He's... h-he's... just another fuck, that's all."

Miranda smirked.

"Okay, Shay. But... if you decided that somehow, maybe, you were starting to like him...?"

She paused, and giggled when she saw Shayla's eyes leave the scene before them to peer pleadingly at her mother for just a second. Their eyes met, and Miranda grinned as they both turned their eyes back towards Drake a moment later. A muffled howl of pleasure rang out from inside the case as Drake picked up his pace, growling louder and louder himself as he pounded Lycan's ass with building lust and rapidly swelling confidence at the other man's cries of lust.

"...I'd tell you that he seems like a good choice."

By Jeeves

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