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• So, after meeting Liv's conservative sister Patricia last month, it's time to watch as she begins her adjustment to Liv's... unorthodox style of living. Admittedly, not much smut in this entry, but there's some great character stuff, and still a fair share of kinky shenanigans. And hopefully, we'll get to the Prime Content soon, but remember, characterization is important. As many of you no doubt no by know, Liv's family was introduced in prompt The Essence of a Family. As always this work is written by Jeeves, who has been kind enough to grant me permission to post it here. Give his SoFurry or FurAffinity accounts a follow, and heck, try to donate to his Patreon. Onwards!

A Family Reunion - Part Two

"Deeper!"

As Patricia lay in bed, arms by her sides and the covers raised up to her neck, she could hear the sounds of sex all around her.

"Oh god, Marcus!"

Whose voice was that? Not Serena this time. Was it Riley, or Ellie? No, not them either.

"Cumming! I'm cumming!"

That was Ellie. Patricia knew because she'd heard that same cadence earlier in the evening, when she'd ventured upstairs to brush her teeth before bed, and had walked past the twins' room to see Riley kneeling between her sister's legs, massaging her cock urgently as she ate Ellie out to an orgasm that had sounded so much like the one echoing through the upstairs of the house now.

"Harder, Marcus! More! Give your mother more!!"

Patricia shuddered. That was Olivia's voice. Her sister, commanding her son to... to fuck his other mother, or rather, one of the three of them, harder. She should have been disgusted. She should have been appalled. She should have...

The snow leopard stopped herself, and scowled as she lay there in the dark. What was she doing? Who was she performing this little ritual of shame and disgust for? Her parents? They ignored the subject of Olivia completely on the rare occasions they spent time with her, and that went double for her family. Her own husband? Why would she feel the need to show off her supposed moral character to a man who'd cheated on her? Her friends? Ha. Her friends were the type you discussed the weather with, maybe a period drama on the TV, and where to go for your next coffee even as you drank your current one. She hadn't even thought to confide in a single one of them about her husband's infidelity. She had, however, turned to her sister. And Olivia had welcomed her into her home with open arms. It was time to put aside the judgement that her parents had taught her. It was time to forget the bland inoffensiveness that her marriage had taught her.

"Mnnnhahahhhhhhhhfuck! Fuck!"

Patricia's toes curled, and far from the first time that night, she squeezed her thighs together as arousal fluttered helplessly through her body and mind more actively, more urgently than it had in a long, long time. Her hands remained by her sides though, and even as she felt a distinct moistness between her legs, her only thought was that the following morning when she showered, she would need to wash herself especially carefully so as not to leave any hint of a lingering scent upon her underwear that day. For now, all she had to do was wait for them to stop, and then she could go to sleep.

After all, they couldn't possibly be having sex with each other all night.

*******

When Liv came downstairs the following morning, she found Patricia already sitting at the kitchen table, staring off blankly into space, her face scarlet and a large mug of coffee clutched in her hands. Close by, Marcus was making pancakes, pottering about gathering various toppings for people to put upon theirs completely naked, and still sporting a morning wood that had doubtlessly transitioned into a full on erection, throbbing and glistening with pre-cum at its tip.

"Morning, mom."

Marcus beamed, before nodding to the table and the pyjama and robe-wrapped snow leopard sitting at it.

"Aunt Patty's got first dibs on the pancakes, but I'll get a couple for you straight after if you want."

Liv smiled, walked over and kissed her son gently on the cheek. She was about to reach down and stroke his cock as she thanked him, then hesitated as she saw Trish glance over. A moment later she realised that she was hesitating, frowned, and did it anyway, even giving Marcus an extra squeeze for good measure as she told him she definitely would like pancakes. He blushed and shuddered at the contact, but seemed unfazed by his mother doing so in her sister's presence. Liv smiled, poured herself a mug of coffee, though not so large a one as Trish had already acquired, and joined her sister at the table.

"Mmh... morning, sis. Sleep well?"

Liv murmured as she set the mug of coffee down on the table, shifted position slightly, and pursed the nipple of her left breast between a finger and thumb, squeezing until a spray of rich, creamy milk spurted forth and into the mug of coffee. The table jolted slightly as her sizeable cock twitched beneath it and bumped up against its base, and Liv winced at the slight discomfort before shifting back to a more comfortable angle, allowing her cock to poke up over the edge of the table so its head was visible to anyone, including Patricia.

"No, I only got a few broken hours I'm afraid. But under the circumstances that brought me here, I do not know if I would have slept well even if the house had not been full of people having sex all night."

The not-naked snow leopard murmured in response before taking another long gulp from her own mug, and trying her best not to look at either Liv's nor Marcus's naked bodies and rock hard cocks. Liv sighed, and nodded.

"I'm sorry. About the situation, I mean. I'm sorry you had a tough time sleeping if the sex was a part of the reason why too of course, but..."

Patricia lifted a hand, and shook her head slowly.

"I know, this is your house, and your life. I truly did not mean to come across as ungrateful. I just wanted to give an honest answer to your question."

Before the sisters could say anything else to one another, Marcus padded over and slid a plate of three huge, fluffy pancakes in front of Patricia, then darted away only to return with a jug of maple syrup, some strawberries, some freshly whipped cream, a banana, a pot of honey, and some lemon wedges and sugar all piled onto a serving tray. Patricia's face burned crimson as her nephew gestured warmly to the food, bowed theatrically with his cock twitching as he did so, and spoke gallantly to his aunt.

"Breakfast is served. Anything else I can get you, aunt Patty? Just name it."

He stood back upright, but didn't back away, his cock pointing forward and almost reaching the edge of the table as it did so. Patricia fought not to stare. She tried so hard, but it was right there, and it was so hard. It was so, so, so very big, and hard, and...

"No thank you, Marcus. This was very thoughtful of you though. Your mothers have raised you well."

Marcus beamed, but still he lingered. Still his cock lingered, twitching, a fresh bead of pre-cum dribbling at its tip as he looked down at his aunt sitting there with her hair down and her glasses off. He knew it was dumb to buy into the whole stuffy librarian transformation trope that a bunch of old shitty rom coms played into, but... god, without her glasses and with her hair different, his mom's sister was actually really kind of hot.

"Marcus."

Liv's voice drew both her son and her sister out of their staring reverie, and as they both blushed and looked towards her, she couldn't help but snort with laughter.

"You said something about making pancakes for me, and more for the others when they wake up?"

She prompted him, sending her son scuttling back over to the counters on the far side of the kitchen, and leaving her and Patricia alone together once again.

"If his flirting bothers you, I'll ask him to stop. Like I said yesterday, enthusiastic consent is rule one in this house. Nothing else is even close to acceptable."

Liv murmured to her sister, and watched as just as Trish had been lifting her first forkful of pancake to her mouth, the other snow leopard almost choked without having even taken a bite.

"H-he... he was... you must be mistaken, Olivia. He was not flirting with me."

Patricia insisted with a breathless whimper of embarrassment, her face scarlet and her loins definitely freshly in need of that shower she'd been thinking about last night.

Liv sighed, and shrugged.

"If you say so. But, like I said. Say the word and I'll tell him to stop. Or better yet, tell him yourself."

Silence fell over the table for a minute or so as the two women sipped at their coffee and Patricia finally took a few bites of her pancakes. She murmured, and took another couple of bites. Then a few more, and then she looked up at Liv in wonder.

"These are really good pancakes. Really, really good."

Liv grinned.

"I hope so, they're my recipe!"

She saw her sister's eyes widen, and glance for just a moment at her cock where it was poking up over the edge of the table. Liv's smile faded to a frown.

"Oh, c'mon. You know that's not what I meant. Besides, I didn't even make those pancakes, and I resent the implication that the only reason my food is good is because it's got my cum in it!"

Patricia winced.

"I'm sorry. You are right, that was not fair. Your recipe is delicious, and your son is a talented cook."

Liv set her coffee cup down and folded her arms under her breasts, nodding firmly.

"Damn right he is."

When she saw her sister wince yet again though, she sighed, and dropped any lingering pretensions of frustration.

"Fuck, look... I don't mean to get defensive. I'm just not used to having someone here who..."

Her voice trailed off. Patricia frowned.

"Someone who what?"

Liv shook her head.

"It's nothing."

Patricia pushed her plate aside, and leaned forward towards her sister.

"Olivia. Please."

Liv growled in frustration, though more at herself than her sister.

"...someone who makes me feel self conscious. There's like, five people in all the world who can do that. My wives. Mom and dad. You. That's it. And, when Aurora and Chelsea do it it's never about my body. My abilities. It's just when I've fucked up and they need to take me to task about it."

The older snow leopard looked down at her pancakes, then back up at her sister in frustration of her own.

"I'm sorry."

With a groan, Liv shook her head.

"Please, don't apologise for it. You've been way... way more chill about being here than I ever imagined, and to see you checking out Marcus..."

Patricia choked and spluttered, but was so busy doing so she couldn't actually defend herself from that remark as Liv continued on.

"...it's way more than I could have hoped for you to be getting used to how we do things here so fast. But, with you here... when I came in this morning, I almost didn't touch Marcus' cock. Normally that's the very least I'd do. Half the mornings if I found him making breakfast for someone, I'd drop to my knees and suck him off. You might be acclimatising super well, but... I'm finding it really, really hard to be myself around you, even though I've spent years promising myself that if I ever had to be around family again for any length of time, I wouldn't let it change me."

Patricia stared as her sister fell silent. She watched Olivia sitting there so sullen, so forlorn. So restrained, just like when they were younger and Olivia was still at home with their parents. She wanted to apologise again, but she knew that wouldn't help. She knew she could have said that she'd get out of their hair and find somewhere else to stay, but... looking down at the pancakes before her, she sincerely didn't want that. For as bizarre and disconcerting as this house was to her in some ways, it was also the most welcome, the most respected and acknowledged she'd felt anywhere in a long time, including her own home. Turning her gaze back towards Olivia's naked body, Patricia wished she could just throw caution to the wind like her sister had long ago. That she could slip out from behind this chair, walk around the table, and take a big slurp from Olivia's mug of coffee, the milk within it doing to her what it did to almost anyone who drank so much as a drop of it. That would prove to Olivia that she wasn't her mother or father. That she wasn't here to judge or condemn. Because truly, she wasn't. She was here because she needed family. Because she needed support. Because, no matter what her text message to Olivia had said, this wasn't just going to take one single weekend to resolve.

The older of the two sisters rose to her feet, and Liv whimpered softly, half worried that her sister was about to storm out of the room and start re-packing her things. Instead though, her eyes widened as before both herself and Marcus, halfway across the kitchen now carrying a second plate of pancakes for his mother, the second snow leopard unfastened the fabric belt of her robe and cast the garment aside. Her hands moved to the front of her pyjama shirt, unbuttoning the top button, but freezing for a moment on the second. Her chest beneath it was heaving. Her eyes were bulging. She was terrified. Terrified, but determined. Liv could have told her she didn't have to do what she was doing, but she knew that right now Trish was trying to prove a point, as much to herself as to her sister. It was her choice to make, and either way, she was going to let her make it.

Patricia paused for a few agonising seconds, then in a flurry she unbuttoned the remaining five buttons of her top, and flung it aside to reveal a bra underneath. She pushed down her pyjama bottoms to expose a pair of panties that matched her bra, and once in nothing but her underwear stood and turned from her sister to her nephew, then back again.

"I... I don't want you to change..."

Patricia murmured to her sister, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes as she shook her head and clenched her fists by her sides.

"I do not want you to hold back because I'm here. I... l-last night, hearing you all, all the orgasms, but... also, a-all the times you cried out how much you loved each other. How happy you all sounded together. I... I have never felt that way about anyone. Not even my own husband. I have never been so desperately in love with someone I h-have to scream their name while I climax, or beg them to hold me just because I need to feel their arms around me. If s-something has to change for me to stay here while I figure out if I even have a marriage left to save, if I ever had one worth saving to begin with... then... l-let it be me that changes."

She reached behind her back, grasped the hooked clasp of her bra, and let it fall loose. Her bra fell. Her breasts were exposed. She saw her sister's eyes widen at the importance of that gesture, of actually fully baring even a part of herself, and from close by...

"Oooh goddamn..."

She watched as with one hand still balancing a plate of pancakes, her strong, handsome nephew reached down with his free paw, and wrapped his hand around his cock at the sight of her naked chest, frame skinny, breasts modest, but firm despite her age with rosy nipples at their peaks.

"I will not let you be uncomfortable in your own home because of me."

Her hands fell to the waistline of her panties, Patricia unaware of what both Olivia and Marcus could see, that the crotch of those white cotton panties was already dampened and darkened with arousal.

"I... I will not make this family walk on eggshells a-and hold back their true feelings just to preserve my modesty."

Her thumbs tucked under her waistline.

"And, I will not be the same quiet, bland little woman who would rather walk into the house of her estranged sister and force all this frustration rather than have a direct confrontation with her own husband."

Her panties fell delicately down her lean legs, and as they hit the ground and she stepped neatly out of them heart pounding as she tried to drown out the voice in her head of her mother scalding her for being so slutty, for being so shameful, for being just like her sister like that one time when she'd been back home from her senior year of college, and her mother had caught her masturbating in her room.

A few seconds later though, there came a flurry of movement in the kitchen which forced Patricia out of her head and back to reality. She watched as with a breathless groan Marcus stumbled to the table, hurriedly set down his mother's plate of pancakes close by her, then rushed for the door with a hurried cry.

"S-sorry mohhh... mom, I've gotta go... g-gotta... oohgod... ohhhgmnngghaahh!"

He stumbled, and before he could make it out of the door both Olivia and Patricia saw the first thick spurt of cum launch out into the hallway before him from his throbbing cock. Marcus staggered out after it, and as the door slammed shut behind him, Patricia's face burned scarlet as she heard a thud of him falling to his knees, and a haggard yelp as he no doubt began to jerk himself through the rest of his orgasm in an absolute frenzy.

Overwhelmed by what she'd just done, and the response it had received, the response she had received from her naked body, Patricia just stood trembling for a brief while until Marcus' cries had abated, and they'd heard the sound of him either staggering to his feet or simply crawling away down the hall. Only then did the older snow leopard slump back down into her seat, her own chest heaving and her thighs clamped tight together, and as she looked nervously, still crimson cheeked at her sister, she whimpered when she saw that Olivia too had a hand upon her cock, slowly rubbing it up and down as quantities of pre-cum far more liberal than that of her nephew dribbled down its underside.

"O-Olivia... please..."

She whimpered to her younger sister. But, Olivia's eyes remained locked with hers.

"I love you, Patricia."

Patricia's eyes bulged. She gave another whimper, this one half of continued frustration, and half of pure gratitude for having heard those words uttered with her name at the end now, just like she'd heard it murmured or roared or screamed the prior night for all the other members of the household.

"I..."

She watched as her sister kept on stroking her cock right in front of her, as they sat naked together in the kitchen, fully aware that just a minute or so ago her almost twenty three year old nephew, Olivia's son, had masturbated perhaps unintentionally to orgasm at the sight of her own nakedness. She watched, but did nothing to stop it. Honestly, she wasn't even sure that she wanted to.

"I love you too... Liv."

Trish murmured, and as her sister kept on caressing herself with one hand while pulling over the plate of pancakes with the other, she too resumed her truly delicious breakfast on what she was beginning to realise was her first day away from her husband. Her first day away from her home. And indeed, her first full day in the company of... she trembled slightly as the thought crossed her mind, though happily so, and squeezed her now bare thighs together once again.

The first full day she was going to spend in the company of her family in a very, very long time.

By Jeeves