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And then, in a mere week, the fated day of the family dinner, bane of all couples and torment of pubescent males and females, came crashing down with the intensity of ten thousand quarterbacks hitting you in the balls. Mark would be the unfortunate target of so many questions and awkward stares, he knew that, he was sure of it and he had the right to be as Aunt Maria was coming.

Had Hayley been out of the picture, maybe hanging out with her boyfriend or maybe even already pregnant with her future clutch, she would have been safe or at least out of the eyes of the family mastiff for a few hours but she was not and her boyfriend knew by the talks they had, that he was not safe either. They revelled in the idea that Mark was going to be the one under pressure from the get-go but still, aunt Maria was not something even her brother, which coincidentally was their father could bear alone.

"Come on, baby, we'll be fine." Mabel said, stroking her boyfriend's head as he gently sucked on her breasts to get his breakfast, causing her to moan just slightly. Months and years of milking should have made her a little less sensitive, or at least used to the feeling but she was just that special and it only seemed to get her more turned on. Maybe one day she'd be able to come just from that stimulation but that day was still far, although she was already rather wet and ready. "Hey, leave some for my customers..."

"Sorry, I thought you had the day off." A small trickle of milk ran on his chin only to fall down on those heavenly mounds it had come from. Mark sighed and rested his head on them, sinking a few inches, surrounded by enough tits to be enough for about a dozen normal chested females. He ran a hand on her back and felt the insane muscles necessary to hold her up. He loved her also for this: not just cute looking and very eager, but also strong enough to handle his rough style when they chose for less vanilla stuff. "I was going to enjoy some more milk."

"I'm very sorry honey, but work is work and some disgustingly rich dude offered me something like, ten thousand dollars for twenty gallons and I am so close to the target." At the words 'ten thousands', she shuddered, marvelling at the idea of the incredible pay waiting for her at the delivery and Mark was not someone to shrink away from such a sum either, a wild plan immediately forming inside that skull of his.

"Want me to help?"

"Milk myself?" She looked at him for a moment, deep in thought. Mark chose to speed up the process by sticking a couple of fingers up her moist vent and put her in a better disposition. The rather obvious attempt was not missed by the cow who knew what he was aiming at, and those skilled fingers did their job just fine. "Sure, why not? Let me get my pumps." A scaled hand stopped her from getting up and latching the milk pumps she had under her bed, the owner of said hands smiling wickedly.

"Nothing mechanical dear, I'll be the one doing the job. Grab on that please." He pointed at a piece of rail she had on the wall and got up to get a bucket that should normally have been connected to those pumps.

Her ears twitched wildly at the idea of a more traditional milking and eagerly got on her feet, leaving a damp spot where she was previously sitting. Once she grabbed onto that rail, roughly at her waist and bent down, her massive tits swung, leaking a few droplets of milk on the floor. Mark took the bucket and put it below her, sitting on a small stool that was lying around in the next room.

She moaned as she felt a warm hand pressing on her folds, teasing her just enough to get her on the brink of an orgasm, but stopping right there. Unknown to her, the teasing brought the production of milk to a higher level, breasts almost visibly heavier and fuller. She hoped the buckets, each capable of holding several gallons, would be enough, something telling her it wouldn't and she hoped that would be the case.

Mark left her backdoor alone and grabbed her nipples, tweaking them a little, feeling the hardness and the trickle that simple act caused and then began his task. The floodgates opened and the white fluid splashed inside the bucket under her, legs shuddering at the stimulation like when she had first done tried with her mother by her side. Mark was gentle enough not to cause pain and worked her like he had been doing that for his entire life.

"My little cow likes being milked?"

"Y-yes..." The slap that came was not expected, at all. She looked at the dragon who had stopped his milking.

"Cows do not speak. Now, do you like when you get milked, my little Holstein?" There was something to be said about comparing her to a feral cow: normally anyone would have been offended for that. After all, the ferals barely held any intelligence at all, much less any right, but in this particular instance, in her very same position, with those strong hands taking all her milk, she almost felt like she was really a feral cow and mooed, blushing heavily. His tail twitched and lodged for a few inches inside her folds as a reward, stealing a stronger moo from her. "Good girl..."

He smiled, happy that his little idea for roleplay had been accepted. Had she not, he'd have stopped but this was going according to plan. He resumed milking her, the flow seemed to have increased and spiked each time he pumped his tail inside her, going in tandem with his hands.

The first bucker was filled in but a minute, five or six gallons threatening to spill. He had to be careful not to do that as he changed bucket and resumed once more, milk even more violently hitting the walls of the recipient. Mark marvelled at the cow's production capabilities and doubled his own efforts, lest he'd fall behind.

Mabel was in heaven: a snatch full of meat, though not the best kind, and breasts slowly being drained by a strong male. She wanted for this to never end but even the increased production was not enough to make it longer. Eventually the flow seemed to slow, the cow almost disappointed by herself, when the tail was abruptly taken out and replaced by a hotter and harder organ which immediately went to work and plunged deep inside, hitting all the right spots. Mabel came right then and there, hypersensitive from the milking and teasing.

Mark kept thrusting as he pressed his chest on her back, arms reaching around and changing the second bucket for a third one and resumed once again, draining what should have been the last of her milk but was discovered to not be. Mabel mooed hard, eyes watering from the incredible pleasure and wondered why none of her old boyfriends had not come up with such an incredible idea. Too bad this young dragon was destined to marry one of his kind. That didn't throw the cow down and instead made her more determined in milking the dragon for all of his special kind of milk herself, vent clamping down on his member harder than ever.

But even with this new method, her milk was soon to run dry, the sadness washed away by a long series of hot spurts inside her passage, reaching her womb and flooding it. Mabel came once more and triggered a second orgasm from her partner, no, her milkman, as she did so, womb overflowing with seed and pre, the former causing her to swell.

A few minutes and likely a number of spurts later, the dragon came to and end as well, slumping down on the floor, liking the fluids off his hands.

"Three buckets, Mabel, three." He gave her a kiss and slapped her ass, flesh wiggling. She smiled and returned the kiss. "You have outdone yourself it seems."

"Indeed it does and I have one very good farmer to thank for that. We should try that again."

"Yeah, but it's damn tiring, my hands hurt."

"Why do you think I use pumps? It gets hard after a while and if I did that every day, it's take a lot longer and it'd give me carpal tunnel or something like that."

"I now am a little bit more wise. Talking about time, shouldn't you go? It's almost ten o' clock." Her eyes shot towards the traitorous phone that had not rang the alarm, cursing it in three different languages, one of which imaginary. Mabel ran to get her clothes, bra, panties (with hearts, a little present from Mark) and the rest of her clothing, dashing out of the door with the three sealed buckets in tow. "Have a nice day, honey." She mumbled something and then disappeared, door closing behind her. "Damn, a second round would have been nice."

Still, he had gotten a good fuck this early in the morning which may have given him the mental strength to deal with his relatives. A quick check of his own phone destroyed that sliver of hope: his aunt was coming, late, which meant a pissed Maria, instead of a mildly annoyed one. That was... horrible if anything, and still an understatement. When it rains, it pours as they say, right?

Mark sighed and went for his pants, putting them on with very slow motions to drag time on and on ad infinitum just to avoid being at home for a few more minutes. Unfortunately, a very painful hour later, half of which spent on buses and whatnot, he arrived at home, where chaos was unfolding, or rather, had unfolded: everything was out of place, but not in the way one would think because the place was sparkling clean. Every single item in the house, or most of them, had been put somewhere else, be it laundry, plates, paintings, vases, equipment, his console, hell, even his own room had been refitted, all to make the house look fine and not like someone lived in it.

Such was the power of relatives coming. At least he had missed some of it, since the last few things that had to be put in order were the bathrooms and the dragons themselves. Frank marched through the front door, holding what must have been some hundred or more kilos of weights and random stuff to put them in the basement. He'd have to take them out again in a couple of days of course. The older dragon sniffed the air around his son and his skin, a quick lick giving the evidence for his rather obvious absence.

"Again sleeping at her place?"

"Yes, dad. We went out to dinner yesterday and she wanted me to spend some time with her." The older dragon had expressed his opinion on this peculiar relationship many times before this day and one more would not change anything.

"Well, tell her to get something nice on for dinner and not to be late, else you know what will happen to us. Now, get in the shower, you smell like a baby who has just eaten." Mark did just eat but it was beside the point. "And leave your clothes here, we have to wash them." He sighed and took off his pants and shirt, tossing them in the laundry basket that had been put in the bathroom. His sister was just as naked, having put her own clothing in the same basket.

"Mom's cleaning the other bathroom, so we'll have to share." Mark grumbled something and turned the handle in the shower, steam rising a few seconds later. Just when he had gotten in, Hayley slithered her way inside as well, smiling. At least the shower was big enough for them, else it would have made for some uncomfortable experiences. "Pass me the soap." He gave her a bottle of some sweet smelling stuff but she did not take it, presenting her back to him instead. She smiled and waited for her brother to do his job. Mark sighed once more, likely not the last time of this day, and squirted enough on his hands, spreading the soap on her scales with care, not leaving any spot free of his attentions. His sister raised her tail and spread her legs for him to clean her more private spots, which he did, but with little excitement. "Something wrong?"

"Guess."

"Nervous?" He scoffed, giving her the answer she needed. "Come on, this is not the first time we had auntie here."

"It's the first time I have a girlfriend and she's not one of our species. That's my concern." She had to agree with him, it was a very uncomfortable situation for her brother. Luckily for him, she knew just the right way to cheer him up, immediately getting on her knees, eyes locked onto his slit and the content within. "Hayley?"

"Just want to help you relax bro, nothing too long. Come on, use me..." His pupils widened at the thought and his slit twitched as the prize hidden inside came to life and rested on her snout.

She inhaled the musk he had and detected some traces of his female but had little time to think about her as he yanked her mouth open and shoved his length in her maw with very little care, almost rough. Her vent twitched at the forceful insertion, clear sign that she liked it, and a faint and clear fluid trickled down her legs only to be lost in the running water. Mark began pounding and rammed his cock directly in her throat, giving his sister a very rough facefuck and not even letting her breathe for more than a split second, nose pressed against his slit so much she could feel his own fluids on her skin. Her hands drifted down only to be stopped in their tracks by his tail. The rough treatment made her more excited, edging close to a hands free orgasm.

When Mark's member started twitching wildly and shooting more pre, her hands reached for his ass and the hole hidden there, a lone finger going in and taking the male by surprise. The shock sent him over the edge and made him release the seed inside his sister's stomach, barely anything reaching her taste buds, so deep it was lodged in her throat. The feeling of being filled helped her reach her own climax, the splash of her fluids hitting the white tiles of the shower drowned by the sounds of the running water.

But the fun was not over as once the male stopped flooding her stomach with seed, something far less proper took the place and further pushed her stomach out. Mark's tongue lolled out, the sweet release of his bladder inside his sister was something out of this world even after a few times he tried it. Hayley loved the feeling but was ashamed to say that, letting her action speak for themselves most of the time. The musky fluid mixed with seed and sloshed around, more than five minutes of near constant output beginning to show the effects on her physique.

Once he was empty of both urine and seed, he pulled out and let his sister breathe, air flooding her lungs in sweet release, but her mouth stayed empty for not long, immediately full of cock once more as she cleaned it and then passed on to licking the folds of his slit. Mark turned around and presented his rear to her, that tongue that was previously slathering his member now pushed inside his tailhole. Her nose was taking in the musk with the same need she had for his cock and waste, inhaled in deep breaths.

"You are such a slut Hay, you know that?" She mumbled something from inside his cheeks and took another whiff of his musk. Eventually she stopped inhaling and got on her feet, vent more than puffed and drenched in both water and less clean fluid. "Can I repay the favour?" She patted her now very prominent stomach and then shook her head.

"Nah, knowing us it'd take a while and we have already wasted a lot of time here. We should just get finished and then get dressed." He looked at her stomach and imagined her in her usually tight dresses. She'd look like a total slut that got knocked up in junior high or something, but something told him that that was her objective, so much for helping him out.

The rest of the shower was most uneventful, just some relief from Hayley's own bladder right on his feet but that was to be expected and he didn't make too much of a fuss, though he had to clean his feet once more.

After a few more minutes, a loud impact on the door told the twins that their time was up. Mark was the first to get out, still steaming and very refreshed, not to mention less full of whatever fluid was inside him before he got in. The young male got dressed in something that felt nice to see and wear and would not be the subject of critique from a certain aunt. Hayley was soon to follow and chose a dress that was not the sluttiest in her wardrobe but sure as hell didn't leave much to imagination, highlighting her stomach bulge as well as her tits and ass. Her mother had some reserves on the choice but she still liked the way she chose to dress today.

At five o' clock sharp, roughly half an hour late according to her schedule, the monster arrived. Aunt Maria opened the door and got in the house in all of her glory, her two hole metres of height and massive tits, enough to literally knock someone unconscious with those, not to mention enough muscle on her whole body to put some bodybuilders to shame. Still, Mabel was way better, mostly in terms of softness and well, production, whereas Maria was just... pure muscle and bitterness. Once dad told him even her milk tasted bitter, having tried it once as a joke when she was pregnant with her sons.

The air chilled and she dumped her stuff on the floor, her husband, a rather meek and smaller dragon followed suit with a few bags of his own. The mere idea of her staying over for more than a day was more than sufficient to cause Frank to sweat profusely. Thankfully she wasn't going to, as she had decided for a second honeymoon in the south of the country.

Maria strolled over and hugged her brother, making him grunt under the sheer pressure. Genes had given him one of the most famous cocks in the world, but she had gotten all the muscle. When they were younger, the both of them had a hard time, him too big for any girl of his age and her too strong for any male, even some of the more buff ones, so, they made sue with each other as most draconids do with their siblings, reason for which almost every single family of their species always had more than one child. Family issues are to be solved in the family after all.

Once the hug was over, the massive female passed onto their mother, then Hayley, giving her a quick sniff only to find out why she had such a big stomach, which made her happy and then onto Mark. The faint scent of milk and cow was gone but that was soon to be a problem, for now, they'd be safe from hurricane Maria.

"Hey sis."

"Frankie, you've gotten a little bit fat." She patted those steel like abs and frowned, Frank scoffing at the joke.

"As if I can top you... just because you got the good genes, doesn't mean you can point that out all the time." She smiled, wide grin revealing more than perfect teeth across the board. "Come on in, we have some coffee ready for the weary traveller. Hey Maxwell, how are you?" The lanky dragon shrugged.

"I'm fine, for the most part but when we chose to go for a new honeymoon I wasn't really expecting this much of a mess, you know? I mean, it's supposed to be a vacation of pleasure, not that I need any more of that." Maxwell grinned and Frank replied in kind, both very much aware of the female's lust and needs, not to mention the wide array of fetishes. Had the kids known that she liked to be dominated and bound, something a sailor like Maxwell was more than capable of, they'd be hard pressed to see their aunt in the same way. But that may be a good thing, too bad that little secret was not coming to light anytime soon. "So, what do we have here? Mark, how are you champ?"

"Good, I guess. School is boring, I study and do sports..." In the back Hayley crumpled her face, having received a message that said that her boyfriend was not going to come to the dinner. Apparently he had gotten food poisoning from something he ate the day before with his friends and knowing him, it was probably something stupid he did on a dare or a bet he lost. She sighed and resigned herself to a lonely dinner, clearing the one extra seat she put beside her.

"Hmm, my uncle senses are tingling, there is something you are not telling me..." Maxwell looked at his nephew and examined him, coming to the very obvious conclusion. "You've gotten yourself a girl!" Mark immediately put a hand on his mouth but the damage was done, Maria had heard everything, eyes locking on him like a laser.

"Really Mark? I thought you'd never get yourself one..."

"Well..." Even his parents were nervous. Maria was not their grandmother or mother, but hell if she could give them a headache if something was not up to code. "I may have one."

"Oh, I hope she's coming here today, I'd love to meet her." When you speak of the devil... the doorbell rang in that precise moment, Mabel's cheerful voice coming from behind the door. Mark gulped down and went to open the gates of hell, revealing a Mabel dressed with the most elegant attire she had: a dark blue blouse and heels, topped with a perfect skirt that highlighted her ass and curves. She hugged him right then and there, Maria's eyes turning to mere lines at the sight.

"Hello, dear, I hope I'm not late. We said somewhere around six, right?"

"Y-you're fine Mabel, come on in." He moved to the side, allowing the cow to get in. Even in all of her cheerfulness, she noticed the stares from the gigantic draconid, but her interest was directed more towards her breasts and muscles. "This is my dad, my sister Hayley, my mother Hanna, my uncle Maxwell and my aunt Maria." She bowed lightly at each one of the people standing in front of her.

"Hi, I'm Mabel."

"Are you his girlfriend?" Maria was quick, deadly and straight to the point, in bed just as in life, mostly the latter. Mabel was taken aback by the sudden question but nodded all the same, Maria snarling in displeasure. The cow knew how draconids thought about interracial relationships but didn't really care, until she met Maria that is... there was something to this female that spoke a lot. Maybe it was her muscles and frame, maybe not. But Mabel was a cow herself, with a sprinkle of bull to the side and stubborn by nature just as, if not more, as the draconid in front of her.

"I am, so what? Do you have a problem?" Needless to say there was not a word said after that, everyone present completely silent, none having expected someone to talk back to Maria, much less a cute cow. The draconid loomed over her and pressed her chest to Mabel's, the smaller female immediately pressing back, tits ballooning to the side, bra strained to its limits and still holding on. The manufacturers had to be praised. "So?"

"You do know we do not approve of this right?"

"And I do not care, Mark is cute, fun to be around and a damn good stud, my stud and I'll be sure to enjoy him, regardless of what you think." Mabel snorted, nostrils puffing and chest heaving. Her breasts wobbled, soliciting a whistle from everyone, Maxwell included: it was not an everyday occurrence to see such a titanic fight. Maria snarled again and bared her teeth only to curl her lips in a smile afterwards, shocking everyone even more.

"Good thinking, I like you. I still do not approve but at least you're not a spineless coward like many others I met, and you need to have a strong spine with those knockers you have." Maria kept smiling as she groped Mabel, hands veritably sinking in her flesh. If this wasn't a 180° turn, then what was? The cow smiled.

"Well, duh, these are literally worth thousands in milk and, just as of today, they will be the face of a new line of plus sized bras, for hypers or just people like me." She took off the blouse, showing her own bra: it was stylish but one could see that it was sturdy as hell. "Carbon fibre inside and all the nice looks of a piece from a fancy firm."

"Damn, you are one lucky girl and you, young man, are lucky as well."

"I know." Mark managed to utter as he came out of the daze those two had put him through, going to her side and putting his arm around her waist. Before he would have never even attempted to do something like this but now he had the courage.

"So, the table is looking very empty, shall we look into that?" Frank was quick to divert the topic to something more easy to handle and the whole family moved to the living room, sitting at the large table together.

The dishes came one after the other, a lucullian meal worthy of kings in the past, everything that could be considered tasty was put on the table but no matter how good the food was, nothing was as important for Mark than the female at his side, feeding him her portion with a fork. He was living the dream: a belly full of food and a willing woman to bed, too bad someone else was feeling a little jealous. Hayley was pissed, a lot: not only had her boyfriend not come, but she received a photo from a friend that showed him in a bar, with his friends and a vixen she didn't know, busy stuffing her mouth with his cock, which by all rights should have been hers and hers only.

Thus, Hayley decided to distract herself and stretched a foot under the table, reaching for her brother's pants and stroking his crotch with her feet. The action stirred Mark's attention but Mabel took it back and the erection that should have come was slowly fading, for once in his life, his cock not being the one in control. Hayley huffed and redoubled her efforts, using her toes to unzip his pants and free his nether region for her to enjoy and not so subtly prodded his slit, causing the male to grunt as he tried not to look too aroused over the table. Luckily or not, the white sheet covered her actions and the scent was masked by a few new dishes currently steaming on the light side of the table.

Pre began to flow freely as his cock was stirred to new heights, the weird feeling of secrecy and mischief rather new to him and her as well. Her toes were soaked in pre and had it not been for the loud chatter, the slick noises of flesh on flesh would have been heard from everyone. Mark was doing his best not to come or grunt, teeth grinding on a piece of meat and sauce. Mabel knew something was off and made something fall to have an excuse to check on him, the two draconids involved very much nervous as the cow poked her head beneath the table and saw everything. Hayley did not stop and kept going, feeling a moment later a large and rough tongue across her skin, licking off the pre. She giggled at the stimulation.

Mabel resurfaced soon, smiling as wide as she could without seeming weird. A minute later, Mark shuddered and shot his sizeable load under the table, coating his sister's feet in seed. Mabel was quick to help and kissed him to mask the actions, which did help, a little but had the effect of making him come harder. By some stroke of luck, none of the spurts, the whole of them, touched the legs of their relatives or parents', the little action having gone unnoticed in its entirety.

After his orgasm had come to a halt and the floor, table and female in front of him were covered in a rather thick layer of seed, but only below.

Some five minutes later, the adults decided it was time to go and have some adult talk in another room, with coffee, alcohol and maybe a cigar or two, something that was more than welcomed by the three young ones in the house, especially since they needed to clean their mess up. Once they were sure that the adults had gone away, Hayley dove beneath the table and began to clean the seed in the best and most efficient way possible at the moment, for her at least and started licking every drop and strand she could find.

"Wow, that's... something for sure."

"Yeah, she's got some fetishes most wouldn't find appealing."

"Oh, I like her." Mark stared at his girlfriend, shocked. "What? She's cute, nice and has a nice ass to boot, the extra fetishes make for some fun times and if she's anything like you, I bet we're going to have fun." She gave him a passionate kiss before diving down herself and joining Hayley in her task, leaving a very stunned Mark with his pants open and a painful erection still raging under the table, poking the underside like a spear. The cow went first for the draconid's feet, taking each toe in her mouth and licking the seed off, tongue trailing up her legs and on her crotch, teasing her with the promise of an even more intimate touch. A minute later, the sounds turned from licking to something much more interesting. He got down and looked at the two females, extremely busy making out and cleaning each other in the most erotic display he had ever seen in his short life. "Get down here." He did not make her wait, sheet closing behind him as he joined the two. It was dark, but not completely, just enough to let them see something.

"She's a keeper, bro, if you dump her I'll be the one to hit on her."

"Oh, thank you Hay, but I don't swing that way... yet, even though I do enjoy female company, if a strong male that can provide for two is around." The hint was nowhere near subtle and the male did not even dream to pass on such a big fat chance. He grabbed Mabel with all the strength he could muster in the tight space, delivering the sloppiest kiss to date.

"I love you so fuckin much Mabel."

"Same."

"No, I mean that: you are hot as fuck, beautiful, got a job that pays maybe more than my father in some days and you can stand up to my aunt like no one in the family can. I mean, look at her, she's two metres tall and I saw her knock one of those lion gangs out by herself, all seven of them for fuck's sake and you stood up to her and fucking won! God, you are the best thing ever, period."

"Agreed." Hayley butted in and Mark eyed her with a complex expression, only to let that change to a one of pure lust as he pushed her head down on his cock.

"Shut up and suck." Mabel and his sister were surprised at the sharp turn of events but did not complain and went along with him.

Mabel was the second to act and removed her panties, her thighs drenched in fluids and flushed wit arousal. Clearly she had planned something like this in the moment he saw her give him a footjob that would have gotten in the books had anyone other than them known about it. She awkwardly moved around and pressed her folds on his muzzle, a warm tongue instantly reaching for her depths and lapping at the trickling fluids.

Hayley was ecstatic, far more aroused than she ought have been, the new development going to her head like few things before. Maybe she'd make this a new fetish or something... bur for now, she had a mouth full of cock, again, and eyes full of cow ass, both extremely good, although the taste of her brother was by far the best thing in that moment.

In the heat of passion, they all failed to notice that the four adults had come in and heard, and smelled, their lust, smiling as their own mounted every second, all slightly buzzed by some good gin and whisky on the rocks. The four split in their respective married couples and searched for a spare room to use. Maria was pleasantly surprised and her opinion of the otherwise meek looking cow constantly rising, and maybe, just maybe, she'd make a fine addition to the family, in lust if anything.

Mark felt Mabel's thighs squeeze his head as a powerful orgasm rocked her, head slamming on the table, making one glass of water fall and spill its contents. Further down, Hayley had stopped sucking to inhale his musk, swiftly changing objective as those fat moons of cow ass wobbled in front of her, snout searching for the middle and burying itself in it with passion. Mabel was surprised but just as before, it was a pleasant feeling. Hayley could smell her brother on her, especially around her folds, but not a fresh scent, one that was a bit older, though still somewhat fresh, taking her to the edge, her vent twitching and wetting the floor in clear fluids.

"Jesus, she's a weird one."

"You should see the rest of her, but not now, both of you get down and lick me, I want it wet enough for the two of you."

With as much speed as they could have, the two females found each a place at his sides, rumps bared to him and heads aimed at his cock. Mark slapped them and that was the sign that unleashed the beasts, cock finding itself under a barrage of licks, kisses and playful nibbles, forcing him to clench his fists in order not to come in that moment.

When he got close, he forced the two heads apart, soliciting a disappointed moan from them, moving so that his tip was aimed at his sister's ass, teasing her vent and making her squeal loudly as he speared her. Mabel mooed happily and kissed her, effectively shutting her up and protecting a long lost privacy.

The table rocked back and forth, tails slapped around and a mix of fluids splattered on the floor tiles, replacing the seed that was there but ten minutes ago. The space was little but Mark made due with shorter and faster thrusts, a different style and a nice change of ways from the usual powerful thrusts he loved. The slapping sounds of wet flesh on wet flesh were echoing in the room, joined by similar ones in two other places of the house.

Hayley came again and clamped on her brother's cock, milking the whole length with erratic contractions, triggering his own orgasm, forth of the day and likely not the last either, but he had a few more in store and once again he thanked his father and that over-productive body of his as he filled her sister. He remembered a moment later that she was nearing her heat weeks and that would be utter hell for everyone, now that her boyfriend cheated on her at a bar, in public, one fetish that she did not have or even wanted to have. He wanted to enjoy the few times he could do this again in the small time frame before the bad season for incestuous relationships. Maybe he'd spend extra time at Mabel's...

Some minutes and a very full sister later, he pulled out and Hayley fell on the floor, twitching and moaning something that did not go far. Mark immediately aimed for the next wet hole in the area and Mabel mooed, bra straining when he fumbled with the latch, tossing the container away and freeing his favourite toys. Her tits swung and he pressed her on the floor, nipples dragging on the cold and wet tiles, both mounds of flesh ballooning to the sides.

A possessive lick and a hard thrust sent shivers throughout her body, her mind racing under the influence of her boyfriend's musk and pounding, lips welcoming that hard rod that made her lose her mind countless times in the few months they had been together and even before that, in the bathroom of the restaurant.

Mark came again and again inside her, slumping on the floor together with his sister and girl, still lodged in her folds, keeping all that seed inside. The three fell asleep under the table and missed when a large hand lifted the cloth that hid them from the world.

Frank and Maria looked at the mess they caused and felt a weird tinge of pride in their hearts, one that was only able to be born from their species, but the addition of a new specimen, one that could take them, was only a good thing.

The older siblings shared a kiss and let the young ones sleep, putting a pillow under their heads just in case.

"Kids these days." Was what Maria said, under her breath, knowing little that that was Frank's line in these occasions.