The Perfect Family
Note/Disclaimer: This is my first story for Yiffstar... well, it's my first story with any type of sexual acts at all... so bare with me, please? I do hope that this story will be to at least someone's liking. Now, for the warnings... this story contains Rape, Incest, M/F, M/M... it might have more, don't know. :P Well, if you don't like any of that, click that 'Back' link at the top of your browser. And if you are daring, feel free to continue.
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The Perfect Family
By: Aragorn821
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*SLAM*
The door to my family's four-bedroom two and a half bathroom home shut behind me as I panted, trying to catch my breath. My gray-furred chest was heaving slightly from the run I had to make from my Junior High school home. I normally wouldn't be running like that, only that today I had stayed after to help my science teacher clean up from the lab we did today. Only problem was that I stayed a bit to long; I had only noticed when I looked up at the clock in the classroom to see that it was a quarter to four.
For most furries my age that means nothing. But for me it does. It means that fifteen minutes had gone by since the time I was supposed to be home. All I could do during my dash home was pray to the Gods that my father had to work late today.
So far nothing, so maybe I'm in luck, I think to myself.
My panting only now starting to slow down, I start to walk towards the stair, taking my backpack from my shoulders and gripping the strap with one hand. Right when I reached the foot of the stairs, as if on cue, I hear the deep wolf-voice of my father, "Tommy!" Well, my English teacher always did say that praying got you no where. "I want to speak to you!"
Instead of answering back, for I know that that'll get me in even more trouble than I am now, I simply let out a sigh and set my backpack down next to the stairs. I then try to pat down some of my gray and white hair, no really succeeding, before making my way to the den in which my father practically lives in. As I walk into the room I keep my gaze on the dark blue carpet.
"Yes, father?" I ask slowly, in my most innocent voice. Yes, I can still use the childish voice that almost no one can scorn at. Too bad dads one of the few who can I think to myself, barely resisting a small snort.
"You're late." He says simply.
I swallow, "I-"
"Don't give me excuses!" I cringe despite myself. I can't help it. Sometimes he can seem so cold. "How do you expect to get along in life if you are always late? How do you expect to be able to pass college, or even High School classes if you are never there for them?"
I don't say a word, just keep my gaze at the carpet. I never interrupt him anymore, even if what he says is stupid and not needed. If I do I'll only get him to talk more about it. Or ground me, maybe.
"Your mother and I work hard to make sure you can go to a nice school in a nice neighborhood. Live in a nice house that is kept clean. Eat good food that will keep you healthy. And we even add to your college fund every month.
"Your older brother-" Oh, here we go about Adam now. Mr. Prefect. The one who made my father so obsessed with having everything perfect. The brother who is currently attending medical schools... or is going to. Not like I care. "-never came home late. He was always prompt, on time. He was always at the top of his class, and never needed to play sports-"
Oh, now he is going off on that again. Just because I prefer the soccer team and photography club to the debate team chess club I get scorned at every chance he gets. "-or cameras. No, he worried about stuff that would actually get him along in life. Unlike you.
"You could take a few pages from Adam's book-" Oh, like I'd ever do anything like that. I probably wouldn't be able to read the damned pages, "-and then you may be on the right track." He pauses, signifying that he has run out of fuel, "Now, you will not be late again. If you are I'll take back that camera of yours for a week, understand?" I nodded. 'Good. Now go to your room and get your homework done."
I quietly leave the room and head for the stair, my head whirling in anger towards my father. I grab my backpack and quickly walk up the stairs. Soon I'm in my room; door locked and backpack laying open next to the desk. I'm, however, lying on top of my bed covers, looking up at the ceiling as I think.
Why am I never good enough for him? Everything I do... it's never enough. I get good grades. Got five As and one B last report card. Is it good enough? Nooooo. I participate in a spelling bee to humor him, and win. What does he say? 'Anyone could have spell Physiotherapy'. Please! Of course, every time I get a trophy for being on the soccer team and winning, I get scorned at even more. He' just... impossible.
Not like my brother and sister help any. Adam, damn him, was totally perfect. He was offered six full scholar-ships, and is planning on becoming a surgeon. My sister, Marry, has already had offers from some colleges and she is only in the tenth grade. They set a narrow path to follow... and the thing is, I don't want to follow it!
There's a light knock at the door-mom, I tell myself-before I hear my mothers voice come from the other side, "Hun? Dinner's ready."
"Coming," I reply quickly before rolling my legs off the side of my bed and standing up.
Dinner was the usual for Tuesday; rice, carrots and a baked potato. I thought we were wolves, not bunnies. Is my thought every time I eat this. And it's always Tuesday. Why? Cause, in a perfect family, everything must be laid out. Change is bad for perfect. Something like that, at least.
There was a little 'civil' talk before my mother; the only one in the house that I thought understood me (she did get dad to let me play soccer and do photography) made an announcement.
"Kids, I'm going to be going up north to visit your Grandparents for a few months." What!? I hadn't been listening to the conversations. I never really do, only add thing here and there. But now I was listening. "Your grandfather has been getting sicker lately and... well, I don't want your grandmother to be alone if he turns for the worst."
After I few moments of silence I managed to ask, "When will you be leaving?"
"My plane leaves Thursday night" She replied slowly.
"Thursday? But... that's... soon." Marry speaks what I was thinking. "Well, I need to get there as soon as I can, so I am. Don't worry, it's only for a month or two. You guys can keep the house work up to par, I'm sure."
That night I lay in my bed, quite like I did before dinner. Why does mom have to leave for two months? I mean... that's long. I care about grandma and everything, but what about me? How am I supposed to live in this house for two whole months with just dad and Marry?
I wanted to ask my mom exactly that before she left. To go right up to her and demand that she answer. But I didn't. Thursday came all too fast, and then she was gone, and I was left with my father and sister. Gods help me! I pleaded.
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A week went by. I was surprised at how little changed in the way I had to go about doing things. Sure, mom wasn't there to tell dad something to get him off my back, but that just meant I had to make no excuse for him to get on my back. And I didn't.
Friday, a week and a day after mom had left, I came home for school. On time. I quickly went about my chores, silently glad that it was Marry's night to cook as I slipped upstairs. The point that I hadn't seen either my father or my sister downstairs didn't enter my mind until I saw, or rather heard, them after I got upstairs. I stopped at the top of the stairs, looking to where the voices were coming from. My parent's bedroom.
I had once been asked if I was part fox due to my naturally curious nature. I just shook my head when asked. But after I took a peak in my parent's bedroom I wished that I hadn't been 'naturally curious'. What I saw would... well, change my life, though I didn't know it then.
It was weird seeing my sister's yellow shirt on the ground, and my father's jean pants. I should have turned my head around and gone to my room then, but I didn't. I was still curious. Then I saw my sister, naked, sitting in my father's lap as he lay on the bed. Wait... she isn't just sitting. Shock overcame curiosity when I realized what was happening.
I wanted to move, but couldn't. I watched as my sister bounced up and down, trying to push her own father's cock as deep into her vagina as it could go, and then some. I watched as both of them, eyes closed, started to moan louder. They were still quiet, probably thinking that I was downstairs. Then I watched as my sister's juices covered my father's lap, and in that instance I saw my father's eyes open just slightly. That's what broke the trance I was in. I quickly stepped back, turned around, and headed for my bedroom.
I locked myself inside and sat down with my back against the door. My mind raced with thoughts and questions about what I just saw. I had just become what is considered a teenager, and I am not ignorant about sexual activities. Sure, I've never actually done any, but I know about them... and now I've seen one.
My mind now had the images of that act burned in. And as I thought about them, I felt a tug at my pants... Oh please no. I am Not turned on by That. But I know I was lying to myself. The bulge in my pants proved that much. It may have been my father and sister, but it was the first time I had seen... that.
Despite my mind saying no, it's wrong to even think about, I found that I had begun to rub the bulge through my pants with my paw. Well, might as well do this right...
Thus I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down to my knees with my boxes, revealing my dick, already free from its sheath, small drizzles of precome coming from the head. I slowly start to rub my hard-on, using a gentle touch at first that felt... well, good. Soon though I can't resist holding it tightly as I start to go faster... faster. Just like my breathing-no, strike that. Panting.
Images of the event I saw flash through my head as my paw works. My sister bouncing up and down on my father, my paw moving up and down on my cock. After what seems like hours I reach my release, cum covering my hand and shirt which I had forgotten to take off.
I sit there, panting to catch my breath, the aftershock of release still making my 'tingle', and thinking about what happened when I hear my sisters voice from downstairs.
"Tom, get down here! Dinner's ready." I pause in thought. Have I been sitting here that long? Surely she couldn't have cleaned up from fucking dad and cooked dinner by now.
But, as it turns out, she had. Friday night was pasta night. What is usually one of my favorite meals wasn't satisfying to me as I say there, shifting slightly during the occasional glances my father gave me.
He knows I saw. I thought. I prayed silently he didn't... but I knew, inside, that he saw me. What he'd do about it, I don't know... and don't want to...
"May I be excused early?" I ask slowly, "I don't feel real well and thought I'd go to sleep early." I take this time to look at my father, just for an answer. He eyes me shortly before giving a small nod. "Thanks." I mutter before leaving the dining room and working my way back into my room, and bed.
Did I really enjoy watch it? I know it was wrong... help, it is sick but... Gods! Why is this so confusing?
I fell asleep a few hours later, the same thoughts and questions still racing in my mind.
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The next day, Saturday, was normally one in which I'd be outside with my friends. I'd be running down a soccer field, trying to get in a position to score a goal for my team. But not this Saturday. Not this day. No, today I'm going to sit in my room all day. I don't think I could look at dad or Marry again so soon.
"Tommy! Get down here and say bye to your sister!" I sit straight up at this. Say good-bye to her? Why... oh Gods, I forgot! I mentally wished that this wasn't my life. Marry, a month ago, had told us that she'd be going to a camp for academically gifted students for a month... that meant I was here with dad, by myself. Mom left, and that was bad. But with Marry leaving, too, it meant just dad and I... and that wasn't real good for me.
"Tom! Down here!" I hadn't moved, but now I was. In less than twenty seconds I was down the stairs, standing next to dad. He gave me a look, but didn't say anything. I sighed and looked at my sister. Thoughts of her yesterday popped into my head, but I quickly beat them down and tried to give her the 'pleading' look. She saw, and knew the meaning of it.
She mouthed 'I'm sorry' before speaking out loud, "Well... I need to get to the school, then. See you guys in a month."
"Bye," I muttered, looking down at the carpet as she walked out the door and shut it. My dad stood next to me, not moving either. That is, until the sound of my sister's car engine faded. And what did he move to do? Lock the door.
I only knew it was locked because the distinct 'click' I heard. I looked up, my blue-gray eyes falling upon the form of my father standing in front of the door looking right at me. "What the hell took you so long to get down here when I called you?"
I'm surprised, but only a little. "I had to clean up what I had been doing." My answer is one of the few I have had stored in the back of my mind for excuses. My eyes then move up to meet his own brown ones, and I freeze.
There is a look in his eyes... something I'd call close to hate. But... I've never seen that look in his eyes, or anyone's eyes for that matter, before. My ears are now hugging the sides of my head as I get a little scared.
"Oh? And what had you been doing?" the look in his eyes seems to reflect in his voice now. "No, no, let me guess... pawing off! That's what you were doing, isn't it you little bastard? Pawing off to memories of what you saw yesterday, hmm?" he has now taken a few steps closer to me, but I haven't moved.
My mind, though, is whirling. Has he gone crazy or something? He looks like he wants to kill me... oh gods, he did see me! "N-n-no..." I manage to get out of my mouth, but that's all I can get out.
"Don't you back-talk me, boy!" He's now another step closer. "I'm not stupid! I know what goes on in you sick little bastard mind, and I'm tired of it. You just can't be normal, can you? You can't be like everyone else, huh? You have to ruin everything I have going, don't you?
"You have to play soccer when you should be studying to get into college. You have to take pictures of freaking trees when you should be taking an extra class! You just can't be like Adam, can you? No! You may look like him, but you can't be him. Your brother and I were close, did you know that?"
He was now only a foot in front of me, myself still not able to do more than shake slightly in fear of the wolf in front of me. My mind is screaming Run! But my body can't move, like the power cords were cut. "Oh yes, you brother and I were close. He wanted me, needed me. In everything, he needed me there to be with him. That made me happy. I made me feel good. And when he moved out, I figured you'd need me too.
"But no! You don't need anyone, do you? Mr. Little I don't want to do what you want me to do! How does it feel, son, to need someone now? Afraid of me, are you? Well, there is no one here to help you. No one."
This whole time I had been running his words through my mind. There was only one conclusion that I could come up with. He's crazy.
It was that moment that I decided to try my luck to get away. My body responded again. I turned as quickly as I could, which was pretty quick considering I play soccer, and started to run for the kitchen, which would lead to the back door.
Sometimes I wish I didn't have a tale. This was one of them. My father had apparently grabbed may tail as I took off, which cause a sharp pain to come to the base of my tail and cause me to let out a yelp in pain. He pulled my tail then, and hence pulling me towards him.
But he didn't fall into his father. Instead he was flung into the wall with the force behind the pulling of his tail, shoulder first. There was a loud 'Pop' and sudden paid shot through his arm and, more specifically, shoulder, as he fell to the ground. This made him scream out in pain, but his scream was quickly muffled by own of his father's large paws.
I couldn't do more at the time than slump there trying to deal with the pain in both my shoulder and my tail. One in my gut quickly joined those two pains as my father elbowed me. I lost my breath at this and even blacked out for a few seconds. When I could see again, as well as breath, and whimper softly against the paw muffling my mouth.
Then I noticed I wasn't one the ground anymore. No... I was on... air? I was being carried somewhere. I started to struggle, but my lower body was the only part of me the could move, as his arms were wrapped around my upper body. Thus, I started kicking. All I got was thin air until I brought one of my feet back rather hard, and hit my father's knee. He yelled out in pain and surprise, the later being the greater of the two. I heard him growl deep in his chest just before I was thrown into another wall with great force.
This time it made my whole body go numb for minutes. I blacked out again. All I remember is the sudden pain going through my back, then nothing. Nothing, that is, until I came out of the 'dark'. It turns out only a few minutes had passed, but that seemed to be enough time for my father to cool down. Well, slightly.
When I came out of the dark I was whimpering. The pain, I knew, wouldn't go away for a while. It had just hurt too much to. My eyes didn't want to open, but they did. They did to be looking right at my father's crouching form a few feet away from me. I blinked. My father's naked crouching form a few feet away from me... he was at the top of the stair, and if I could think right that meant I had been thrown into the wall right by my sister's bedroom door.
But that wasn't on my mind, what was on my mind was why my father was naked and why he stopped hurting me. He had seemed like he wanted to kill me. I felt a breeze across my whole body as the air conditioning started. My father, now knowing I was awake, again smiled. Not softly... evilly... but knowingly... my mind raced. Wait. I thought. AC cooling my... whole... body. I looked down at myself, causing my head to throb... and noted that I, too, was naked. I had no clothes on. None at all.
"What? Did my youngest child think that I was only going to hurt him in one way? Oh, no. I'm going to hurt you for all you've done, you little bastard." Okay... maybe he hadn't cooled down.
My eyes shot wide upon comprehension of his words, causing him to sneer before starting to crawl towards me. I tried to back away, but to the wall was behind me and thus stopped me, and I instead ended up hurting my still bruised-from-being-thrown-into-a-wall back. My tail was able to find its way between my legs to somewhat cover up my private area.
I knew there wasn't a way for me to stop him, but that doesn't mean I won't try to fight this thing that is my father. Sure my whole body aches like hell, but that doesn't mean I will let him violate me without a damned fight. So I brought my legs up to my body, and though I'm no rabbit their way of kicking out like that really is effective. My father found that out the hard way as I kicked at him, one foot connecting with his jaw and the other with his chest. He hadn't been expecting it. He thought I would give in.
Needless to say that the kicking my have made him falter, but overall it just made it worse for me. His eyes were filled with hate once more when he turned to me. His arm shot out, grabbing my neck. My eyes went even wider than they had before as I started to gasp for breath to no avail.
He started to rise, and me with him, pinned to the wall by the same hand that was choking me. I couldn't kick, either. There wasn't enough strength in me without air. "Listen, if you don't fight, I'll let you breath. Agreed?" I didn't like it, but I nodded. He loosened his grip on my neck, just enough so I could breath. He didn't let go of my neck till his other hand was on my chest, keeping me pinned to the wall. My head was now pounding from being thrown into the wall... twice, nearly being choked to death, and fear of what was coming...
I looked down and saw the tool that my father was going to use on me. His wolf-cock. It was quite larger than my own, and looking at it my fear seemed to double. My father seemed to see this cause he laughed just before grabbing my tail and pulling it away from me. I started shaking in that moment.
"You know, I would have made this easier on you if you hadn't fought... but I'm afraid you did, so this will hurt. A whole lot." He whispered to me.
And he was right. It did hurt. It hurt more than a whole lot, both physically and mentally. I felt a probing at my tail hole. That was the sign of was coming. The only one. Then there was a searing pain as my father's cock shot up, ripping open my virgin tail hole. He didn't get too far, though. I couldn't even yell out, only shakes and cry with a few whimpers of pain mixed in. "P-p-please...s-stop..." I managed to get out.
"I haven't even started." He said before proving himself once again. He pulls all but the head of his dick out of me, then push in again, only this time he pushed me down too. The force of the two put together was enough to impale me on most of his now blood-covered cock. Yes... blood. I could feel it starting to coat my white-furred thighs and under-tail. My arms were now trying to find something to grip, but only scratching up wallpaper.
He pulled me up and pushed me down again, only thrusting his own hips slightly. This time I was able to let out a yell. He had gotten even further into my ass. And thus he continued. He brought me up, and down onto his stiff rod. My eyes closed and opened in pain, then, after what must have been thirty minutes, I started to feel something other than pain.
No... I am not going to start liking this. No! I couldn't do more than think that, though. I was tired. Light-headed. And, at long last, my father let out a yell as he came inside of my tail hole, giving one last, strong thrust. It was all I could take, though, and I blacked out for a third time in the short time since my sister left.
... and I almost wish I hadn't woken up.
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Author's note:
Well? What did you think? I truthfully wasn't going to make this into a violent story. It just... became that way as I was writing. And what do you guys think; should I write a sequel? It /won't/ be all incest if I do write one, I can promise you that. In fact, it more than likely will only have suggestive incest. Remember: First erotic type of story I wrote, so I hope it was good.