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By Laz Briar

His eyes fluttered in waves of patterned fatigue, relieved only by the brief hits of sweet menthol flavored vapor sucked into his lungs. Dizzy nicotine clouds shifted to a dizzy buzz and, for the briefest of moments, Hux was at ease. His back pressed against the brutal, flat brickwork of the chain brand coffee-donut shop, overlooking the empty backlot, work hat clung in one hand with the boxmod held in the other.

No big. Work was work. Draining, but that was the rub. He was a young fella, clean shaven head, features worn down by back-to-back ten hour grinds, hucked right into his early twenties with not much to show for it. But he wasn't about to lament the life of wagie work, s'what bein' an adult meant sometimes. Sometimes it meant workin' your ass off as a shift lead, even though you didn't want it.

Dugout Donuts, popular sugar-shuffling shop, was all over the states, and its institutions were violent. Angry beeps, angry customers, angry coworkers, angry problems, angry layout. Battering ram against the nervous system. If ya' let it, it'd seep into your life, take it all, take your time, take your sleep, take your off days. Real turn-and-burn, rotated newbies every other month, but Hux held on. Needed the scratch, needed the hours. And, really, he just didn't have the mental space to spin woes about his current sitch. Life wasn't over because you were in a rough spot, just had to put one foot in front of the other.

Checked his smartphone. 'Bout an hour, bless it all. Slow day. Gave em' a sweet sixty minutes to let his body just stop. Oh yeah, breaks? Miss em' with that, easy. If the double-D was slammed, too bad, grab a sausage and grind through the rush. So when he sipped that tasty boxmod vape flavor and got to glance at a clear, optimistic sky, ah hell yeah, he'd take that.

Little peace, little rest for his tweaked out nerves. God he could nod off right here. Felt his eyelids shuffle around and snap close. Man what he wouldn't do to just be back in bed. Fucked up thing was, when he was home, sleep was hard. When he was at work? Doze off right next to the oven alarms.

Mm, maybe a nap wouldn't hurt.

Well, fuck you Hux, said no one. And why? His ears caught the ugly, heaving rumble of a distant, approaching vehicle. Rigged out motor wheezing with age. Unmistakable. Huh. Well, shit.

He pocketed his vape and snapped his hat back on, crossing his arms. Glancing to the right, down the side parking lot, yep, there she was, that ugly bitch of a vehicle, black matte coat splattered with frayed patches married to a beastly engine roar. Maaaan.

“Ah shit, here we go again," he muttered. Said vehicle slowed, stopped, then revved up again. The driver hooked her eyes on Hux and pulled the unmistakable 86' Buick Grand Nat next to his person, the goddamn thing filling his ears with a lion's growl.

“Arrooo!"

Out poked a head from the driver's seat, rolling down the tinted windows. Troouuuble. Trouble, trouble. Ignition switched off and, yeah, there she was to. Aw, naw, fuckin' hell, there they both were.

Hux had a whole fucked up family sitch. He was an adopt,' bout what, at six? Kindly little family of Chimera, splotchy background of wolves from way, way out north. Real religious folk, real “shut up and praise" type. Strange growin' up around that, stranger still bein that Hux was the human of the batch.

These two? Hmm. Didn't work, didn't gel. How'd pa put it? Fuckin' menace.

An arm shot out and slapped the door of the Buick, pushing out her muzzle and sporting a ferocious grin. One replaced silver tooth caught the light. Arctic white fur, half shaved wolfcut hair sprawling down her shoulder.

“Baaaaby bro, baaaby brooooo!"

Jakkie swung the door open and stepped out into the lot. The other passenger door flung open, slammed it, silhouette strollin' out and planting her ass on the auto's hood, making the damn thing lean in protest. Gwenn.

Gwenn maintained a khaki fur coat, Jakkie like arctic snow. Taller, much taller than Hux.

He offered a tired smirk. “Sup', Jackoff."

Jakki grinned, gave him an ugly middle, then spread out her arms, wiggling her fingers. “Fuck you! Hug, where's my fuckin' hug!?"

Now, everything about Gwen and Jakkie was precisely that: fuck off. From blunt studded ear piercings to pierced tongues to pierced tits, they were not the desired molded image of their respective family. Jakkie had torn up grey denim pants, a ragged black top with an exposed midriff, sportin' a jacket that hugged her features, clad out in spiky bracelets and painted with elaborate tattoos. Gwen was the same, leanin' toward black-on-black-on-black, with bulging pentagram earrings and a fat silver crucifix hangin' around her neck.

They were his step-sisters, or packmates, whatever the Chimera colloquium was. And Hux was always, always worried about them.

They didn't just. . . show up. Not unless somethin' was goin' on.

With a grunt, Hux pushed his exhausted body off the harsh brick and strolled over to Jakkie, throwing his arms around her and granting her a genuine embrace. Her strong arms yanked him in, shoving him into her chest, her smoke-tipped tail swishing in wild wags.

“Awugh, duuuude, really?" whined Gwenn in playful fashion. “Hellooooo? Hug?"

Hux released the first wolfess and glanced at Gwenn. In her free hand, she held a silver can of unopened beer. Her fiery yellow eyes stared into Hux, wiggling the alcohol. “Wanna' pick-me-up?"

Hux paused, then went to Gwenn. She hopped up and gave him a one-armed squeeze.

“What? Naw, I'm on break."

Drinkin', aw damn, they were drinkin'. How much?

Gwenn snorted. “So what?"

She shrugged. From her side she yanked out a sharpened, serrated hunter's knife, lifting the can above her muzzle, proceeding to stab it while a river of foamy amber dribbled down into her greedy muzzle. Knocked the fucker back and then chucked it somewhere in the grass. She wiped her long side-swept hair, dyed blue at the edges, looking Hux over.

“Eyyyy what's this?" she said, tapping Hux's uniform, primarily his nametag. “Arf, aroo, ohhh shiiit, Jakkie, lookloook!"

Jakkie laughed when her sister lobbed the empty can, then sauntered forward with a curious lean. “Lil' brooo, no shit, shift manager?"

Hux managed a smile. “That's me. Got it 'bout a couple months ago." Couple? Been that long already since he last saw them? He felt Jakkie approach, her black nails ticking the nametag. While she did, he stole a glance at the vehicle interior. Couldn't see much cause' of the tint. . . except a few things.

The hell is that? He thought.

Shape of a firearm, handgun, looked like a G18 with an extended mag, sittin' on the passenger-side dashboard. Crumpled beercans too. He switched his eyes to Jakkie, and he sniffed, just a bit.

Silent relief crashed over him. Couldn't catch a whiff of beerstink on her tongue. Last goddamn thing he wanted to see was his stepsisters cruisin' around in that fuck-ugly muscle car scuzzed outta' their minds.

“Fuuuck yessss lil' bro, fuck yessss!" hissed Jakkie, shoving her soft black muzzle lips into his cheek with an affirming kiss, her studded tongue licking his skin.

“You oughta' be runnin' that shitshow!" piped up Gwenn. “Duuude, like, top us off! Coffee every mornin'! Easy freebies!"

“Aw shit, you know it," chuckled Hux, knowing full well that no, that wasn't okay. Not that he gave a fuck about Dugout's profit margins or missing inventory, just, little things like that cost you the job. Were they doin' alright?

The handgun was a little offputting. Ya' didn't jam that bitch with a fat clip just for funsies. His stepsisters were not strangers to shit like that, and they had a checkered history, to put it mild. Pa's fault, really, that righteous fucker. He did shit to em', shit Hux would never repeat. Pa liked his belt too. Were it not for his older packsisters formin' a barrier between the old man and young Hux, well.

So, he didn't scope a gun and start a lecture. He didn't see the casual, afternoon drink and wag his finger. He just. . . wanted them to be okay.

“Don't think I'd ever take that GM work," he continued. “Already bustin' my balls."

He didn't catch it, but Gwenn and Jackie shared a wild, wolfish grin.

“Buuusy bro," chimed Jakkie. “Poor fucker. Ya' look tired!"

He gave a nod, leaning back on the car's hood for a moment, setting his hat down. “I'll be okay."

Out of the pack he was the one ma and pa called “stable." Held a job, had an apartment, got a nice easy shitbox car, paid (most) of his bills on time. Didn't really want to do it, but had to. And ya' know what? If being an anchoring point for his stepsisters meant anything, he'd keep doin' it. He might've been 'baby bro' (only by like three years, god), but he maintained his familial responsibility. In that, he had to look out for family. Even these two. Especially these two.

“Bet on that," Gwenn gruffed. She cleared her throat, yellow eyes meeting Jakkie's inverse. Oh, yeah, Jakkie had a unique complexion to her eyes – black sclera, white pupil – somethin' pa was sure was a sign of the Man Downstairs.

When the two wolf gals shared a glance, Gwenn ran her fingers through her long, blonde locks, the other pair of digits tracing circular patterns on the Buick's worn hood, making a show of herself. “Ya' makin' bank, Huxxxy, mister manager in charge!"

“Aroo!" approved Jakkie with a short, encouraging how. “Fat stacks for the fat assed club bitches!"

Uh oh.

Hux rubbed his shaved head and let off a dry chuckle. “Pfft, hardly. Like I guess I'm doin' okay but god knows they don't pay us enough."

“Right?" Gwenn agreed. “So goddamn lame."

With a gentle maneuver she took Hux's hat and propped it on her head. “Eyyy, get us a job! Get them tips rollin' innnnn, hehehhe, awroo!"

“Bitch no!" laughed Jakkie. She smacked her heavy, fat chest. The torn fabric – on purpose or otherwise – revealed hints of her thick, frothy front – reciprocating with a little bounce from her gesture.

“Can't even fit in those dippy little aprons."

“I didn't say we'd gotta wear aprons!" cackled Gwenn.

Here, Hux frowned. This conversation was circling the concept of money an awful lot. “What, you two wanna' job?"

Better question, real question: did they need a job?

Didn't dare say it like that though. Gotta' understand, these were his big stepsisters. They were always lookin' out for him when he was a scrawny little fuck. They got in trouble for it. They wanted to protect him, wasn't s'posed to be the other way around. Fuck with one, fuck with all of em'. Bitch know damn well the clique go' hammer.

Still. . .

“And take off all this rad shit?" Gwenn smirked, fiddling with her silver crucifix. She pulled off the hat, plopping it back on Hux's head.

Naw, thought not. Fun little fantasy though, having his packmates glaze donuts in the back or serve coffee to the annoying, hyper-specific front facing customers.

Here, Gwenn went quite, and she cast her eyes on the asphalt. Jakkie strolled in front of Hux, tossing her legs in little see-saw sways. Uhh ohh. The afternoon light played against her piercings and jacket, her tail flicking in anxious patterns.

“Aruff, uhm, Hux," she intoned, looking away, white pupils affixed to a little rock on the ground.

Hux looked between them, and they did not return his gaze. A pregnant paused filled the warm afternoon air. Their composure shifted, one Hux sniffed out, recognized in an instant. All pretenses of their brutal – if not violent – exterior, vaporized. For him. Only ever for him. Because with Hux, only Hux, could Gwenn and Jakkie be genuine and honest. Everything else was a fight, a scrap. Didn't mean, deep down, they were just a pair of soft little puppy-wuppies who needed daddy's love or some bullshit. Just meant they knew, always knew, he was their anchor, and by god if problem's were a'comin you best bring the fuckin' army, cuz' lil bro was poppin out with a shotgun and a handful of get the fuck away from my sisters.

So. . . what? What was up? God, please, don't be trouble with the law again. . .

Go first, he told himself. This was so hard for them, if there was a problem. His two, scary, sexy wolf stepsisters havin' to come for little Hux. Help them talk it out.

Somethin' bout money, no doubt. “Gas money?" he said, cutting the silence.

He patted the hood of the Buick Grand Nat. “You two keep ridin' this bitch raw you're not gonna' have wheels anymore."

Jakkie froze and Gwenn's head snapped up. The white wolfess gave a pained smile, closing her eyes, folding her palms in front of her, leaning forward. “Um. No. No, baby bro, no."

Gwenn pulled out her serrated knife again and fooled around with it. “Uggggghh, Jackoff, just tellll him."

Shiiiit.

“Wedon'thaveaplacetostay," Jakkie blurted out, her dark eyelids clamped shut.

Sorry. What? Hux grimaced, parsing the words. We don't have a place to stay. Came down on him like a freight train. Quick, creeping fear spread into his chest and he had to take a deep, long breath, cuz' his heart started to bolt and threatened to get panicky. Homeless? His sisters were homeless?

A mosaic of emotions charged through his head. Some of it anger. Why? What the hell happened? Then fear. Then concern? Shit, were they eating? Were they hungry? Were they hurt?

Ah god fuckin' dammit, man. Yeah, of course. Jakkie and Gwenn were not good with money, and in fact, probably blasted their last hundies on a buncha bullshit. Like the beer. And why? Come runnin' to Hux so he'd bail them out? Irresponsible! Were they even thinkin'? When Gwenn was huckin' back a full six, did she think in her head she and sis could come runnin' over to little bro? Baby bro, baby bro, we ran outta' money, can' ya like, spot us?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course they could.

Because you know what? He didn't give a flying fuck if they were a mess. Pa called them a menace, and that old man probably cranked his puny little knot every night figurin' he was right. Fuck hiiiim, and fuck allll of that.

Hux. Didn't. Give. A. Shit. Ya' know what he cared about? That they were here, right now. Be the fuckin' wild ass bitches all they wanted, and come lookin' for little bro when shit went south.

“Man, what?" he croaked out. “You got nowhere to go?"

He was gonna' say 'did you get kicked out?' And he didn't, cuz that was just awful. More importantly, he didn't know where exactly they were staying. Maybe this run down little muscle car was their only home. And if that was the case, nope, no m'am.

Gwenn huffed, a sad sigh leaving her, propping her muzzle cheek in hand. “Nope."

Jakkie opened her eyes and rubbed her arm. “Ain't got scratch for nothin'." She pushed her leg paw against the Buick's grill, nudging it.

“On our last two gallons, bro, sooo. . . we kinda. . ."

Hux scratched his shaved head. “Oh, so you do need gas money."

And food. And a roof. And cash.

Terrible realization smacked him up the fuckin' skull. Was that what the Glock was for?

Driven to terrible ends, what, if this didn't work out (whatever “this" was), did they plan to knock over some little wayside joint? Do somethin' real stupid? Cuz damn they could be fucking dumb.

Gwenn and Jakkie shared a nervous, forced chuckle. Hux flicked his hat around in his lap, exhaustive weight falling on his shoulders. It was okay. It was gonna' be okay. In fact, it was not a big deal, it really wasn't.

“We tried findin' a job!" protested Gwenn, in argument to no one. “Fuckin' honest! Awrf, arooo!"

Her sharper, higher voice cut against Jakkie's lower, huskier tone. “Baby bro, we got. . . like, nothin'."

He tilted his head to the side. “Look. I can't answer if ya' don't ask me."

Because, all said and done, they at least owed em' that. Jakkie huffed, sucking in a breath. She gestured at Gwenn, getting her sister to join her at the side. So she did. From where they stood, it was clarified in a single glance the size difference between Hux and his wolfy stepsisters. Taller, of course. They carried wide, tough frames too. Jakkie's midriff betrayed fleshy plates of abdominal muscle, as did Gwenn. Heavy, strong hips, real fat thighed but in a way that married bestial, womanly beauty to enticing strength.

The girls sucked in a breath, leaned, and joined their fists together, wide big eyes staring into their human lil' bro. “Can we stay with you?" Jakkie said.

“Pleeeeeease?" they both said in unison, forming a rough harmony, pleading. Their bent, supplicating posture did little to shy away from how fat titted they both were too. Not even in bras, Hux could readily see the swollen tented nips pushing at the black, torn shirts.

Long hair spilled down, faces pushed right into Hux's features, both baring their best attempt at begging smiles. Jakkie's black studs and Gwenn's pentagram earrings glimmered against sunlight, kinda' makin it obvious why a standard 'job' escaped them goin' around like that. Pair of pretty punk ass wolf bitches.

What did Jakkie say? That had 'nothing?' Nope. Wrong. They had Hux, always.

He was good with that, he didn't need convincing, he just had to hear the question. Guess they didn't get the memo, because they leaned closer, their noses brushing against his cheeks, their muzzle lips reaching and huffing hot, steaming breaths into his ears. They licked, studded tongues running across his cheeks, nibbling his lobes.

“Pleeeease, Hux," they whispered together.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, eaaasy. Cheeks went hot, so he answered quick like.

“Hey, hey, it's okay," Hux said with a reassuring tone. “Yeah, o'course. Of course you can."

They both drew back, gasping. “Shit really?" Jakkie uttered.

Hux was already a shift lead, so bein' responsible for people was his MO. For his wolf sisters? Anything.

He nodded, taking out his boxmod and hitting a quick puff. “Ain't gonna' be easy, but, you two stay with me. As long as you need to."

Hux'd never forgive himself if he found out something happened to Jay and Gee. All in his younger boy days they were lookin' out for em'. Sometimes his only real friends. Had a little pact, this fucked up trio.

“I love you guys, you know that," he continued. Was he gonna' stare them in the face and say 'no, get lost?' As fuckin' if.

“Dude!" Jakkie beamed, her tail flashing in excited wags. In a heated rush she pressed her lips against Hux and slammed him with a deep, warm kiss, mouthing in hungry patterns.

“Fuckin, fuck! Fuck yes Huxxy!" said Gwenn, slamming the Buick's hood. She smooched him on the cheek, the two assaulting their little stepbro with appreciative, wanting nuzzles.

Phew, wow, the lip-to-lip caught Hux off guard, the young man feeling his hat fall to the ground as a howitzer round cannon of pheromones clubbed him on the brain. He wasn't offended, or nothin'. These three had. . . been around. They had each other, once before. Their dark, taboo secret. Not a thing, ya' can imagine, pa would take kindly too if he found out – though not for the idea that “family" was bangin, something else, bit more twisted.

Hux laughed, nudging them back. “Heeey, heey, what else are brothers for?"

For a second, annoying, nagging voice of common sense piped in. They're a problem, you know that. They drink, they get into trouble, they're packin' heat. They could mess up this nice little stable life ya' got goin.

Man, whatever, he didn't give a wolf's ass. The hell was the point of all this 'stability' if it meant turning away the people you loved and cared about? That was the rub. That was what it meant to grow up, sometimes. Fuck it all up, trash it, ride or die to the end, just be all right, be here.

What that meant for the future, Hux didn't know. Could go all south. Or maybe, maybe he'd find a way to turn this shitty fairy tale into somethin' better.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou," whimpered Gwenn, offering a few more appreciative kisses. Hux wore a dopey grin, wiping some of the spit-slick off his cheeks, and what appeared to be traces of black glaze. Her silver crucifix jingled with the motions, intermixed with Jakkie's relieved chuckles.

It was actually really nice. He did miss them, a lot. Their gravity, their warmth, their admittedly dangerous company. The fatigue and life-sapping Dugout Donut shift seemed to evaporate, replaced instead with a pleased, hazy happiness. Kinda' exciting, even. Shit, rad. His big wolf stepsisters were gonna' pal around again huh?

They'd figure things out as it went along, one step at a time, one foot in front of the other. Or wolf paws, in this case.

“Gawd," said Jakkie, blowing a sigh. “Ya' just the absolute fuuuuckin best, Hux. Ho-nest-ly."

The ego boost was nice, but Hux was just doin' right by his adoptive family. And it. . . really helped they were pretty fuckin' hot.

“We tried, baby bro. Shit, even threw ass at the club, learned all the goddam rules, but. . ." Jakkie went on.

Oh. What. Huh.

Gwenn pointed at her sister. “But first dude who got handsy with Jay she broke his jaw, 'bout popped that fucker right off."

Eyuch. Well, far be it from Hux to be the jealous type, but the idea of them workin' a pole for a set of greedy little eyes soured his stomach.

“You did too!" accused Jakkie, pointing at Gwenn.

Jakkie turned to the side and hocked a spit, crossing her arms. “Not my kinda' scene, ain't doin' that. I don't want skeezy little fuckers coppin a view."

Her eyes flashed to Hux. “. . .unless it's you, lil' bro."

Hux managed a smirk. Yeah, sounded right. Private, “dark" union the three had was best that: perverse and sacrosanct. And then, Hux could feel his stepsister's eyes wander all over him. Gwenn did the same, once again, the two sharing that troublemaker's grin.

“. . .you seein' anyone, boss bro?" teased Gwenn, sniffing and rubbing her nose. “We ain't gonna' be a couple of homewreckers, are we?"

Hux blinked and cleared his throat. He set his hat down on the Buick's hood, leaning on the edge now, balanced on his hands, feeling the scratched warm metal tickle his palms. “Ahhh. No."

No, he was not. And you know why? Because he just couldn't be with anyone else. Never worked in his head. Too busy, too tired. He only ever had thoughts for. . . for them.

Both wore manic smiles, sucking in breaths through rows of fangs. “Mmfuuckyess. . ."

That little hiss was sinfully familiar to Hux. His heart skipped a pace, and a haze of pheromones filled the air. The world got smaller. It became a lot, then it became a confined space, where one smaller human leaned back, his two, powerful stepsisters glaring down at him in a predator, frankly, lustful fashion. Shiiiit.

“No small thing yer' doin for us," Gwenn huffed.

“Oh yeaaaaah lil' bro," added Jakkie. “We owe you BIG."

Realization slapped Hux across the face. Well first off, no, he'd never frame it like that, they didn't owe him squat. Never would he use his regular ass life as a position of power to lord over them, but the angle they were playing it, yeah, he could feel it. Hux gave a loooong exhale, rubbing his shaved head and looking around the empty lot. Still had a ways to go on his break, and they were parked in such a way the vehicle – and trio – was hidden by a surrounding wall of amiable privacy trees.

“Gimme a sec," he rasped, and the girls giggled a dark, knowing cackle as they watched their curious younger bro turn round, waltz to a side of the chain restaurant, and proceed to pull out a chain link fence that separated the front from back. Primarily for inventory and security reasons. Right now? Some fucking privacy.

Since he was a shift lead, Hux always kept the rear sec-camera off so he could hit a vape in peace. For this, suited their needs just fine. Shit, ah shit, he felt his body grow hot and pants get tight, uncomfortably so.

Man, oh man he missed them something awful. Body, heat, voices, presence. Last time he was with a gal, it was with them. This wasn't some oh no, oh my gosh, are we really doing this? It was I missed you two so fucking much and goddamn I'm so glad I get to be with you again.

He unfasted his apron when he returned, putting it on the Buick's frayed hood. When he did, in one blunt motion, the pair of punky bitches yanked up their black, torn tops, lettin' their thick, juicy mounds flop out. Jakkie sported smokey, black nips pierced with fat, heavy studs and Gwenn's khaki blonde fur was complimented by daker, browner tips.

“Yeaaah baby bro, we missed the fuck outta' you, awrf, aroo," yipped Gwenn.

Tiredness slipped away, replaced by lust-drunk horny energy. “Agh, god, the way you two used to bark. . ." uttered Hux.

They wiggled their chests together, letting the hefty mounds sway in gentle, enticing patterns, cackling at his words. Things were movin' fast, quick. Real goddamn quick. One sec they popped back into his life and needed somewhere to live, now this. But hell, it was all okay. He wanted them, to feel them, to fuck them, to love them. Their dark little union, their wicked communion of adoptive siblings bangin' problems away.

“That's right, Huxxy, woof, woof, arroooo," chanted Jakkie, snagging her sister as they strode forward. “Your biiiig slutty puppy sisters, gonna' make mister big boss feel like a fuckin' king, gonna' make it all better for ya!"

In a smooth motion, they swung to all fours, ignoring the asphalt and looking at up at Hux with servile, wicked eyes. Hux felt his breath quicken, hands shake. “H-hey, ain't that uncomfortable. . ."

“Shhhhhhh," Jakkie hushed. “Shshshshsh. Shuuut the fuck up lil bro, shut up and let us take care of ya."

Their big, thick hips bounced together as did their thick, hidden rumps, fat haunches tossing in little sways, wolf tails wagging as they yipped and growled like women possessed. So he did. He was so tired and his bones felt aches from the grinding shifts. And now he had his bitchy, bombshell stepsisters back in his life, for better or worse.

“Unnnrrrgh," Gwenn growled, tossing her long blonde locks. “Missed you, missed yer dick." Her crucifix necklace shifted and dance with each motion as she and her sister's fingers quickly, hastily unbuckled and unfastened Hux's neatly kept pants. He rasped, face reddening, letting them touch him, take him in.

“I wanna' GAG on it, godammit," Jakkie added through clenched teeth, nuzzling his hidden balls, taking her fangs and pulling the briefs down. . . down until one slick motion caused Hux's hardened cock to flop out and whap her on the nose.

And they weren't just saying it. “Fuuuuck yessss," hissed Gwenn, shoving her muzzle into the plump, hairy nutsack and breathing in her stepbrother's hazy scent. Ohhh they missed him bad, so bad. They hadn't let another cock near them. Didn't want it. Just wanted him, their precious, beloved Hux.

“God yes, GOD," went on Jakkie. “Your wolfy bitches, your sluts, your puppy SLUTS!"

Words that obliterated Hux's sense of reason. He watched them, stared at them smooch and kiss his nuts, slow at first, then using their wide pierced tongues to start slobbering and lapping at the hefty orbs. He groaned, in such pleading, hapless fashion, gasping as their hot wet tongues strolled along his pair like they were the most important goddamn' things on the planet.

“Nnnnnh, h-ah, huff, oh my god I missed you both so much. . ." he intoned, possessed, hungry. Earnest words. Not just because they were slavishly worshipping his sack, but because it had been a painfully long time since he was with them, really with them.

Jakkie and Gwenn shot their eyes back up at him, wielding demonic grins, tongues hanging out as they double teamed the balls, pushing it between each other with loud, messy slurps.

“He's so hard, he's so hard," barked Gwenn, yipping and howling, wiggling her nose between his testes, letting the stones rest on her tongue, lettin' pubic hair get stuck along her tongue touches. Indeed, Hux was twitching, hot cock aching and shivering.

Jakkie proceeded to take the length and wallop it against her cheeks in brutal, pounding blows, leaning so she could properly brutalize herself with Hux's hard flank. He gave an excited huff, watching her shove the dewy presex drooling end into her white fur, dangerous white pupils locked to his. She let it balance on her nose as Gwenn suckled both Hux's fat hairy orbs into her maw, bulging her cheeks as she lapped at them within the confines of her fanged muzzle.

“Awwroouf, awoof! Woof! Fuck, fuck lil bro! Ohhhgh Huuuux, you're so goddamn hard! You missed us? You missed us baby cuz SHIT we missed you!"

“Nnnnrg, grrrrr," growled Jakkie. “Get it off, getthisoffme!"

She hissed, in feverish motions reach back to yank down her torn denim gray pants so that her wide, heavy thick full ass popped out. She scrambled with her legs, kicking it to the asphalt, now on all fours, exposed if not for the tattered top and variety of gothpunk fetishes latching to her body. Hux could get a good look at her sprawl of wild tattoos, from her arms to her back, painting her as a wild, dangerous, touch-my-brother-and-I'll-fucking-mawl-you-to-death wolfess she was.

“Yesyesyesyes," said Gwenn, emptying her mouth of Hux's balls with a loud, sloppy pop, his fuzzy nutsack now slimy and dripping with their slobbered attentions. She mimicked the same, snarling as she ripped down her black leathers so Hux could get a full view of the torso-sized bottoms pushed out, intermixed with Gwenn's own elaborate, winding fur-friendly ink.

“Looook at usss, bro, look at your fat fuckin' assed wolf sluts!" barked Gwenn. God they were out of it, absolutely swimming in the kinda hormone punch only a Chimera could provide. “Ya' love it, don't youuuu?"

“Shit, shiiit," rasped Hux, struggling to find the words, nodding. “Beautiful, beautiful, my beautiful sisters!"

He reached down to pet their long, silky hair, stroking their studded ears as they both barked in approving, needing fashion. “Arrrruf! Rufff! Woofwoofwoof! Yes, yyeeeees Hux!" they both whined, his touch, his gentle but firm hands they craved, yearned, missed. The only guy that ever got them, put up with them, helped them and they were gonna fuckin' decimate his dick.

Hungry motions followed, their plush muzzle lips shoved into the sides of the shuddering cock, rolling and licking along the sides with rivers of sticky slobber marinating the impossibly hard inches. Hux let off desperate, amazed gasps, drinking in the sight of his two stepwolf sisters assailing him, kissing him, touching his intimate place with their fanged mouths. They smooched, pursing their glazed lips, touching every inch and bit of his length, creating messy, splotchy trails of black. They submitted, smothering his testes with their adoring kisses, making sure to stain and mark every bit of his manhood to let them know, and let the fuckin' world know, they were his, and he was theirs.

“Grrr, arruuf! Aroo! YESS!" hissed Jakkie, spitting on his flank with a thick dollop of saliva before she wrapped her maw around the tip of his length. “MMMRRMGGGHH!"

She let off a hungry, wanting growl, sending thrilling vibrations throughout Hux's shaft as her maw suckled the tip, looking up at Hux in defiant, proud, wanting eyes. Gwenn whimpered, also voracious, filling any part of her mouth with her lil' bro, inhaling his scent and nosing his sack while her sister got the first go, the greedy bitch!

Hux was out of words, lost in a heaven of fuck-lust. Wasn't just those mouths, how they touched him, how their hands reached up to rub his stomach and smack their thick, strong hips together. It was because of just how brutally and desperately they wanted him. Wanted him so bad they'd kneel like a pair of hounds in heat on harsh asphalt just to get a go at his dick.

He let of ragged breaths, moans hitched by every stroke and touch. At once Jakkie threw her head on his malehood, burying it deep, deep into her throat til her nose was filled with his pubic tufts. She locked herself there, sipping his musk, audibly sputtering and coughing, depriving herself of oxygen, eyes watering, mascara running, refusing to relent. Her pierced, studded tongue danced around his length, til' she pulled back with a loud, hacking, oxygen hungry set of coughs, thick, sticky trails of saliva running down her mouth.

“Ohghgfuuuck," she rasped with a husky tone. “Ruff, woof! Yesss! NnnHux, fuuuuck, love it, love bein' your slutty cockhungry wolf bitch!"

She sniffed, while Gwenn, sensing her opportunity, mimicked her sister's motions, flicking her tongue out to taste the salty pre and spit before deepthroating Hux's human inches. Jakkie growled, grabbing her sister's blonde wolf locks and shoving her forward, hard. “GNnnnngh, choooke, CHOOOKE!"

In gleeful splendor, Gwenn did just that, her eyes bubbling and watering, tears pooling down her cheeks as she eagerly gulped and gagged on her stepbrother's needy, twitching meat.

Hux didn't know what to think, he didn't wanna' hurt them, but one defiant flash from Gwenn and Jakkie told otherwise. Gwenn gave a proud pair of devil horns, wiggling her hands as sloppy, bubbling coughs formed from her muffled muzzle, hacking back as thick rivers of drool dribbled down Hux's nutsack. Then, like her sister, she popped off, gasping and wheezing for air, wearing a manic, wolfish grin.

They went in like a pair of hunters, double-teaming the desperate human dick, lapping at the sides, suckling his crown. They'd kiss each other, using his pike as a bridge between their dark, possessive lip smacks, wolf cunts oozing with desire as their hot, wet snatches shivered in dewy drops of pure, fuck-hungry arousal.

Their breaths formed clouds of steam, eyes locked onto their beloved stepbrother, aching to please him, wanting him to feel good, to return his good deed tenfucking fold.

“Yesss, lil' bro, yesss, GOD!" wailed Jakkie in defiant, elated pride. “You've NO idea how much we fuckin' missed you!"

His face was red, dancing with sweat. “I'm getting an idea," he wheezed.

“Yeah!? You love this?" challenged Gwenn, taking his inches in one hand and popping into her maw, bulging her cheek, using one side of her maw to stroke and please the needy member.

“Cuz' we fucking love you," growled Jakkie. “Loveyousogoddamnmuch!"

Oh man, man, he needed that. He loved his stepwolf sisters so much it kinda hurt. He just wanted them to be okay, and happy, and safe. Fuck all that life-wrecker shit. He was gonna' be there for them, he was going to make it work.

That sent him right over the edge. “SHIT!"

His cock quivered and burst to life, ejecting a few ropes of hot, thick white seed. Plenty in quantity since the two wolf gals got him so worked up. They gasped, joining together in greedy manner as they fought for his cum, taking turns wrapping their black lips 'round his crown to suck down Hux's precious issue. They made audible gurgling gulps, a foamy mess forming around their maws as they bounced their heads on his climaxing cock, hoping to pump and drain his nuts and suck down his tasty, salty flavor.

When they pulled off him with a loud, audible pops, the duo smacked their lips, opening their mouths and letting their studded tongues hang out to give Hux a nice, decadent view of the mess he'd made of them.

His heart hammered, smashing against his ribs as he wobbled back, sitting on the Buick's hood, taking in precious gulps of air.

“Nnnngrgh," rasped Gwenn. “Don't be done yet lil' bro!"

Hux blinked, wiping his brow. “H-huh?"

Oh no, oh nooooo they were ready to go again. Damn. Okay. Alright.

“U-uh," he wheezed, snagging his smartphone to check the time. Good bit o' break left, thank fuck. “Just, gimme. . ."

Jakkie licked her chops, hopping up. Her powerful frame towered over Hux as she pranced over to the Buick's driver side, opening the back passenger door. Kinda small, but enough it could fit a few bodies inside.

“Awruf, aroooooo! Keep it stiffy, baby bro! C'mon, c'mon, I need you in my fuckin' guts!"

Shit, man, shit. He was gonna' collapse on his shift once break was over. But they wanted him, needed him, and. . . so did he. He nodded, Hux working to stroke his softening, sore dick back to life, Gwenn cackling, kissing his tip for a little lewd aid.

“Told ya', we OWE you!" Gwenn added, standing up as her wobbly, fat front bounced together.

He raised a finger. “B-be right there. . ."

-*-

The Buick spasmed, wheezed, and squealed in clunky wobbles, the rim pecking the asphalt. Outside, Gwenn had her arms crossed, fingers diving into her hot, juicy snatch, pinching at her dark nips as she leaned back on the car, keeping an eye out, ears assaulted with the sounds within.

In the cramped backseat, Hux's face was smothered, buried, choked by Jakkie's full, plump tits, muffling his loud, almost pained groans. She was riding the ever loving fuck out of him, threatening to crack his pelvis in half with furious, smashing bounces.

“OhbabyohfuuuuuUUUCK!" she roared. “AWRUF! RUFF RUFF! FUCK! FuuuUUUuck MEEEE!" she wailed, utterly hammering Hux's loins with thick, meaty bounces. Her massive, snowy ass rippled in hefty, meaty jiggles, clapping in ear-deaphening slaps as she rode her stepbro til he was seein' stars. They weren't slow, they weren't gentle, they were rapid, voracious, desperate grinds, and every thundering smack of her immense bottom and powerful, thick thighs shook the Buick, threatening to send the fucker to its side.

Hux could only feel how his throbbing, aching dick vanished into her suckling, smoky black pussy, coaxing and caressing and choking it. In desperation, holding on for blissful life, he wrapped his arms around her stern back, Jakkie's muzzle huffing and moaning and barking into his ear. Her thick, frothy mounds flattened against his chest, the swollen smoky nips rubbing against his clothed torso, thick stud piercings tracing along the fabric. She kept him locked in, embraced, arms wrapped around his back and shoulder, her fat chest molding and forming around him.

“I'm your fucking slut!" she hissed with menacing, angry want. “Your fuckin' bitch sister slut!"

Thwapthwapthwapthwapthwap. There was barely a second between her bounces.

Hnngagh. Haggh. Agh. Blurry, man, it was blurry. Hux's legs were sore, but he didn't dare stop her. Wanted her to keep going. Decimate him, use em'.

“And I w-want, w-want. . . your cum! Your CUM!"

She sounded possessed, out of her mind. All true. Every bit of it. Held him close, rode him fuck-stupid. Her sweet, wonderful stepbro, her anchor. THEIR anchor.

Felt it, felt his seed surge right into her, pumping into her womb. And just as soon as Jakkie finished, Gwenn traded in. She pushed Hux to his back so he could rest on the ragged passenger seat, this time shoving her gigantic, wobbling fat butt into his face. She wiggled, hoisting her dark pussy above his cock, and rode em' reverse wolf girl, slamming her thick, plump rump on his already sore waist, sending ear-cracking claps throughout the interior of the Buick. Again, the old bitch rumbled and whined and shook, obscene sounds of metal scraping ground intermixed with Gwenn's wild motions.

Somewhere in all that, Hux felt his release pump out again, one last time. One last surge of spunk for his gorgeous stepsis. Their cunts were sodden, dripping and oozing with climax, pooling into the torn up passenger cushions.

And he. . . kinda' blacked out. Just for a moment.

-*-

“Shit man."

Hux was conscious again, break well over, fussing over his loins as he tried to clean up the utter MESS of tangy sex clinging to his nuts, cock, and legs. Gwenn and Jackie were still in the buff, knifing open another beer (because of course they'd do that), guzzling it down in proud, blissful fashion.

He leaned on the auto's side, using some pocket napkins to dry off what he could. “Gahahah, hang on Huxy, we gotcha."

The gals went to him, going prone one last time, licking and lapping away the utter mess of sex they'd made.

“Uh. Thanks."

He huffed, glancing back at Dugout Donuts. “Shit, guys, I'm sorry, I gotta get back. Like now."

They stood, sharing a glance, wearing grins, standing. “Heh, yeah yeah, we know, big boss bro," said Gwenn.

Jakkie planted a loving, wanting kiss on his cheek. Sobered up, fucking all her demons out, she gave him a bare breasted hug.

Time being of the essence, Hux fumbled with his pocket, yanking out his wallet and providing his emergency credit card. He also unfasted one of his apartment keys, handing it to Jakkie.

“That's money," he said, strapping on his apron and hat. “Go get gas. And that's the spare key. Go home, okay?"

Here, the wild, lustful bitch “act" dropped, and the two wolfess gals stared at the offerings, in disbelief.

“Hux. . ." said Glenn, voice trembling.

“Huh?"

At once, they both embraced him. Sure, in the nake, but a hug all the same. Hux heard Jakkie sniff. “We love you baby bro. We love you so much. . ."

Pretty odd contrast to the absolutely brutal, dick hungry fuck that just occurred, but the words were real, as was the intimacy. Dark, strange, twisted, but so earnest and true.

“I love ya' both," he returned. “Now get your clothes on and get on home."

Get on home. Go find your sanctuary. Stay with me, stay with me and be okay.

He really had no time for goodbyes, so Hux hustled back to work, stinking of sex, spraying himself down with as much deodorant as he could. Yeah, he caught a few strange eyes from coworkers and got a verbal asswhoopin' by the GM, but that was usual.

-*-

Driving back home after another eleven hour shift, Hux felt pangs of concern and fear blossom in his head. Doubt. Concern. Gave his busty punk ass stepsisters a key and a car. Everything they'd need to bust in, rob em' blind, and fuck off. Because they could do that. And they'd done it before. Not to him, but they had.

So when he returned to the prison-like bloc structures of his middling Applewood County apartment, he was afraid to get out of his vehicle. He didn't see the Buick anywhere, makin' his concerns all the worse. Oh man, oh man, please, don't fuck this one up. . .

And then he got to his door. And then he unlocked it. Locked?

Pushing into the small, two-two. . .

Was not disaster.

Water running. Clang of ceramic. He wandered in, shutting the door. Gwenn was in the kitchen, in a pair of cupping panties, torso exposed, her finger dancing in the air as she visibly attended to dirty dishes with a pair of Chimera-friendly buds in her ears.

Hux grabbed his chest.

Thank. Fucking. GOD.

When he sauntered in, the vibration of the closing door catching Gwenn's attention, she turned and yipped with an excited bark, waving.

“Yooooo, baby brooo!" she cooed. “I gotcha' on the dishes, dude!"

Jakkie appeared next. “Hey Hux."

Her voice was soft, sweet, welcoming. Strange black sclera and white eyes danced over him, wearing a thankful, tender smile, contrasting against a dangerous, fuck-off body.

“Hey," he managed. Tired, exhausted, overwhelmed. But happy.

“Hungry? I gotcha' some ribs!"

Yeah. He was. He was a lot of things. He followed his bigger stepsis into the living room, hanging up his hat and apron. Not much changed, nothing was out of place.

Except, there on the wall was this little picture. This old, frayed, cracked image. Small, taped, a black marker heart scribbled on its edges. It was a picture of Hux, Jakkie, and Gwenn from way back in the day, when they were younger, when life hadn't split them all apart. All clung together, making stupid faces and stupid poses.

Jakkie pat the kitchen table and gestured for him to wander on over. He sat, wearing a tired smile.

“Welcome home," he managed to say.

“Awgh, augh, fuck you," she laughed, wiping her eyes with clear indication of tears welling up in her estranged eyes. Home. Thing she and Gwenn had been denied for a while. Even if they were shacked up somewhere, they could never go back to the pack and face ma or pa again. But with Hux, it was different. . .

“T-thanks," she said with a sniff. “Thanks, bro."

"Anytime, girls."

Anytime.