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This story was written for Ferretfyre as part of my Patreon request days for December 2019. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, hyper-orgasmic fun, and incest.

A Family Reunion - Part One

Liv wasn't overly close to her family. It wasn't their fault, not really. The snow leopard was something of a unique case, and it had been understandably difficult for her family to deal with her, especially when her abilities manifested to their full extent the summer before she went off to college. Even before then though, they had always been strict. No nonsense. Very much of the belief that hard work and education were the pinnacle of any individual's life, and that if you had those things you really shouldn't have been greedy enough to want anything else.

That was why a few weeks before Christmas, the snow leopard was shocked when at the end of a work day she checked her phone and found two text messages on it. One from her wives, Aurora sending a message from her phone on both her and Chelsea's behalf, and another from her older sister Patricia.

The message from her sister was short and to the point, and though there was little emotion in the text, reading it awoke both sorrow, and rage within Liv's heart.

'Hello Olivia. I think my husband is cheating on me. Can I stay with you for a weekend while I figure some things out? Thanks. Patricia.'

And the message from her partners was even more brief, letting Liv know that the situation was perhaps more immediate in its urgency than her sister's message had suggested.

'Your sister's here. She has a suitcase. What do we do?'

Much as it hurt Liv to cut her plans short, she told the two men whom she'd planned on sharing a ride home with to get down on their knees and suck her cock right then and there instead. They did so, and sure enough barely a minute later they were writhing on the floor of the restaurant's staff room and clutching desperately at one another as their cocks spasmed and painted the insides of their slacks with heavy streaks of ceaseless, multi-orgasmic cum. She left them there and instead of enjoying watching them go at one another in their mindless bliss during the uber ride back to her place, she spent that time trying to figure out what she was going to do about her sister. Well, that wasn't strictly true. She knew she was going to welcome Patricia into her home for as long as her sister needed. She knew she was going to offer her sibling all the love and support she could possibly ask for and more through what sounded like the breakdown of her marriage, Patricia very much monogamous and straight-laced in her own lifestyle thus unlikely to have left any wiggle room for her husband to have another partner with her consent.

And yet, even as Liv rode home she sat in the back of the ride-share car with the crisp white pants of her chef's attire unbuttoned, and as she thought about her sister's predicament she painted the footwell of the back of the car with thick ribbons of abundant cum until by the time she finally arrived home and stuffed her cock back into her trousers, the back of the car was ankle deep, a veritable flood of cum pouring out onto the street when she opened the door and passed a sizeable tip forward to the wide eyed, crimson cheeked and rock hard squirrel driver. That ride alone had made one thing very clear to Liv, she couldn't deny who she was. Who her family were. Not when it came to blood relations like her sister, nor when it came to the family she had found for herself, her wives and her grown up children. She wouldn't turn her sister away, but if Patricia wanted to stay with her and her family for any length of time, she would need to accept that the rigid way her family had legislated Liv's life and the indulgence of her abilities was a thing of the past, and not something which their new household lived by in the slightest.

That being said, Liv made a point of looking as smart and not obviously sexualised as possible as she walked through the front door, even if her hard cock was still outlined in her pants and there were two large dark patches on the front of her chef's jacket from where her nipples had been leaking after going untouched for almost half an hour. She was met by her partners at the front door, but though they both kissed her in welcome, neither the tigress nor the mouse made any effort to rip her clothes off as they might otherwise have done, before pointing to the living room where sure enough a large wheeled suitcase was resting by its door in the hallway, looking like very much more was within its bulging frame than just a single weekend's worth of clothes.

With a sigh and a nod, Liv pulled away from her partners, feeling not just frustrated but downright guilty for letting them go while neither of them were as yet naked or screaming, and soon found herself opening the living room door and slipping inside.

Patricia was sitting on the couch, knees together, arms folded in her lap, sitting up straight in a tweed suit jacket with matching ankle length skirt and a crisp white blouse beneath it. Her hair was done up in a tight bun, and her light, dark framed glasses were hanging around her neck on a thin chain. Her expression as she turned towards Liv was one of calm, stoic acknowledgement, but firm in her demeanour as Patricia might have been, she couldn't magic away the bloodshot red in her eyes, or the puffiness in the furred flesh beneath them which suggested that in the recent past, she had been crying.

"Hello, Olivia. Did you get my SMS?"

Liv sat down on the couch beside Patricia as the snow leopard four years her senior spoke, her voice measured and calm just like she recalled their parents sounding as they had explained to Liv over and over and over again why no matter what her body desired or how much others loved it when she shared herself with them, she had to be prim, proper, and utterly resolute in her celibacy within the walls of their home. Liv fought past the frustration that tone awoke within her though, and even though she found herself inherently resisting the urge to reach out and offer her sister a hug or even a hand on her knee, she did speak up in comfort and love for her beloved family member.

"I did. I'm so sorry, Trish. Until you figure out what you want to do next, you're welcome to stay in our guest room. I... I'll tidy it up first, of course. There's... there's..."

The snow leopard's eyes fell upon the coffee table, and a large fleshlight sitting in full view upon it with what looked like old, dried on cum still glistening within its workings. Beside it sat a stack of home-burned DVDs in clear plastic cases, the top of which was emblazoned with a marker pen that said 'Family Fun #37'. She swallowed thickly, then frowned, and reminded herself that this was her home, her life, and even if she was to share all the care and tenderness in the world with her sister, she couldn't do so at the cost of her own soul.

"...there's a bunch of sex toys and other stuff we all use when we want to be a bit more rough with each other than normal in there at the moment, so if you would prefer not to see that, I'll need a little time to move it to one of the other bedrooms."

She saw Patricia's eyes widen, and for the first time the other snow leopard seemed to actually acknowledge the sex toy sitting right in front of her on the coffee table, and the pile of three or four dildos loosely stacked beside an armchair not too far away, and the definite scent of sex which hung in the air not due to a lack of cleaning around the house, but simply due to the sheer abundance of it which occurred, and the sheer volume of juices that had been poured out onto the furniture, cleaned up afterwards or otherwise, since Liv and her family had moved in. Liv sighed, and without thinking reached out to touch her sister on the shoulder. Patricia tensed up for a moment, but just a moment, and relaxed as she seemed to realise that a warm, reassuring touch was all that Liv had intended, though it broke Liv's heart to see that even that gentle act of physical kindness seemed unfamiliar to her sister.

"I mean it. You're welcome here for as long as you need. We'll all do everything we can to make your stay quiet and comfortable. But... but, Trish. This is my life, and... and you know the way I live it. The way me and my family choose to live is... very, very different from the way I was raised. The way you were raised."

Patricia sighed, and nodded slowly.

"I understand."

Liv raised an eyebrow.

"Do you, though? Like... really, sis? Because... I don't mean you might hear the gentle bump of a headboard against a wall at night. I mean... if you walk into the living room at any point during the day, you might find your nephew sitting on the couch jerking off, or with his sister riding his cock while they watch movies of their twin siblings pissing on each other."

Liv gestured to the fleshlight and the stack of DVDs.

"You might walk into the kitchen at breakfast time and find someone getting eaten out while they had their cereal, or the floor slick with cum after Aurora and Chelsea chose to have some fun with me before work, the two of them still lying in it, soaked in my seed from head to toe and moaning, screaming, gushing as they eat my cum out of each other's pussies. You'll see and hear sex twenty four seven, as long as there's anyone else in the house. Serena or Marcus might have guests over, friends from college while they're back for the holidays. And the twins might set up any room in the house for a shoot with almost no notice, if they get a paid request for a particular performance in a particular space. No-one will touch you or ask you to participate, you have my word on that. No-one would ever dream of pressuring you or forcing you to take part. Why anyone in the world would ever want someone who wasn't enthusiastically consenting to be involved with them intimately is something neither I nor any of my family will ever be able to understand. But... you also need to remember to be careful with any... stray fluids you might encounter around the house. Because, w-well... you remember what happened the time mom was doing laundry, and got some of my cum on her fingers."

Though both the snow leopard's were already blushing by that point, their faces got hotter and redder as they did indeed recall one of the few times when accidentally Liv's intensely powerful, hyper-aphrodisiac laced cum had made contact with another member of the family. The sight of their mother on her knees in the laundry room, grunting, twitching, cumming uncontrollably with a look of bliss upon her face as the puddle of her ejaculate around her grew steadily larger for almost thirty minutes until their father arrived home and shut the laundry room door not just to keep anyone from watching their mother's shame, but also to keep her away from him despite her having begged him to join her, and to fuck her like he had when they were first dating.

Once again though, as Liv fell silent having said her piece in full, Patricia nodded.

"I understand you have a very different lifestyle, Olivia. And while I may not understand it, or approve necessarily, I know the joy and freedom that you bring to many others who desire more of that sort of thing in their lives. I've read reviews of your restaurant, the good you do with it. Not just the happiness you bring your customers, but the amount you donate to charity from what your customers pay for. I... I understand that what you do, you do to help people as much as to satisfy your own urges, and I believe you when you say that everyone who participates does so willingly and fully informed, e-even... even amongst your own family members. I would not have come here if I had thought I was unsafe or that you and your family would not respect me and my own choices in life. So, while I stay here... and, I do hope for my marriage's sake it will only need to be a brief stay while I sort things out, I accept that I may see or hear things that I have no wish to be any part of. I can live with that, if you and the rest of your family can stand to have a prudish fuddy-duddy like me around."

For the first time in years, mostly because this was the first time they'd seen one another in person for years, Liv saw Patricia smile. She giggled, and smiled warmly back at her sister.

"Oh, Trish... you aren't a fuddy-duddy. A prude wouldn't be nearly as accepting as you are of all this. Mom and dad? Now, t-they're prudes. If they were sitting here right now, they'd be insisting that they didn't want to hear a peep of sex for as long as they were in this house. Hell, remember the decibel-meter they installed in my room? The alarm that went off if I cried out too loud, until I smashed it with one of your high-heels?"

Patricia smiled again, and to Liv's shock she felt a hand rise up and touch the back of her own palm where it was rubbing at her sister's shoulder.

"I... I always thought they were too hard on you."

Liv chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"They did their best. They weren't cruel or vindictive. E-even if their way of handling things did make me feel ashamed and scared of what my body wanted, w-what it could do, I know they only did it because they were scared. Because they had no idea what was happening to me, and because they were afraid of what people would think, what people might do if they saw me acting the way I wanted to act. The way my body wanted me to act. It's not like we had the internet back then. Not like you could google and find out that there were like a hundred people like me around the world, a-and more springing up every year."

Patricia sighed, and raised her free hand to rub at the bridge of her nose.

"Still, I..."

A moment later, the two snow leopards heard the front door open, then slam shut. And a split-second after that...

"God, yes!!"

Liv's cheeks flushed crimson as within her chef's uniform her still hard cock throbbed urgently, a thick spurt of pre-cum darkening the already stained white material down her left leg. Patricia's own eyes widened sharply, and she stiffened up her already firm posture, trying to remain stoic and calm once again as they heard two voices crying out from the hallway.

"Fuck me! Yes, god... fuck! Fuck, yes! Deeper! Harder! Ohhh god!"

The living room door burst open, and Marcus stumbled through it with his sister Serena wrapped around his torso, his hands on her ass and eagerly bouncing the lithe leopard-tiger hybrid upon his own thick, straining cock. To his credit though, even as his sister kept on screaming and riding him, Marcus froze as he saw the two snow leopard's sitting on the couch. He froze as he recognised his aunt Patricia in all her fully clothed, buttoned up glory.

"Oohhshit... sorry, mom..."

He grunted in the somewhat slurred, drunken, hyper-relaxed tone that his normally sharp, highly intelligent mind took on whenever it was infused with a good dose of pleasure. Serena looked around in confusion from where she was straddling her brother, and squealed in surprise and rare bashfulness as she saw her mother's sister sitting there beside Liv, staring wide eyed at where her brother's cock was disappearing deep into her exposed pussy.

"Aunt Patty?!"

Serena whimpered, having not seen her aunt for close to five years when she had just been thirteen years old. Before she could say anything more though, and before her sister could even try to formulate a response to her incestuous niece and nephew, Liv cleared her throat and addressed her children warmly.

"Why don't you two go fuck upstairs, okay? I'll be up in a minute and I'll explain what your aunt is doing here, but... it's okay. You don't have to stop, and you don't have to hide. We aren't ashamed of our love in this home. Not ever. Right?"

Both Marcus and Serena blushed, but they nodded sincerely at their mother, eyes darting back and forth between her and their aunt.

"Yes, mom."

They echoed in unison before Marcus took his sister and stumbled back out of the room just as Aurora and Chelsea rushed downstairs for a belated interception, the sounds of the younger felines' moaning resuming before they'd even made it half way up the stairs in their still entwined state while the tiger and mouse peered into the living room, only to retreat again when Liv gave them a grateful nod.

With the sounds of the siblings' pleasure soon echoing down from Serena's bedroom directly above the living room, Liv tried not to think about how much she wanted to be up there with them as she regarded her sister once again.

"You're really okay to be here, with this?"

Patricia closed her eyes for a moment, her ears twitching as she heard the unmistakable sound of a woman, her niece, screaming in a truly mind-blowing orgasm, only for the creaking and the cries of pleasure to continue even after that peak had no doubt run its course. She shuddered slightly, but nodded at the same time as she raised her gaze to meet Liv's own eyes once more.

"I can't go home right now, and... I don't want to be alone. I'm really okay being here, Olivia. If... if you and your family are really okay having me here."

Liv whimpered, and finally said screw it to perhaps the most harmful rule her parents had ever imposed upon her at home, scooting right up to her sister and hugging Patricia tight enough so that her sibling could no doubt feel Liv's huge, rock hard cock pressing up against her own legs. To her relief, she felt her sister hug her back, however lightly and reservedly.

"You're family, Trish. You're always welcome. N-now... should I make us some tea, and... maybe, if you're okay with it, Aurora and Chelsea can join us, while you tell us what that rat bastard of a husband of yours... no offense to any rats you know, has done?"

Patricia nodded gratefully, and a minute or so later she found herself alone in the living room as her sister strolled off to make a pot of tea. She sat there stiff and straight upon the sofa, eyes drifting across the many signs of her sister's chosen lifestyle right there in line of sight, and listening to the incestuous cacophony of her niece and nephew still going at it harder and harder by the second upstairs.

She listened to Serena screaming again and again, and for a moment, just a moment, thought back to what she had walked in on at home that morning after getting back early from a teaching conference. The sounds of her husband with another woman. The sounds of his grunting efforts, and her moans... soft, modest, not all that overwhelmed by anything he was doing to her. Patricia had never screamed like she could hear Serena screaming now. She'd never screamed like she had heard Olivia scream while she was back home from college and her parents were out, her then eighteen year old sister desperately trying to get as much of her pent up, recently hyper-charged libido out of her system as she could before they got home and tried to keep a lid on her passions for the sake of decorum.

Her husband had been exactly what her parents had always hoped for her. Well off, inoffensive, and until evidence today had proven otherwise, too unadventurous to have any strong feelings about sex at all, certainly not feelings strong enough to pay for it as the small purse and stack of bills on the hallway end-table had suggested.

And yet here she was, a betrayed spouse sitting thinking about her husband's extra-marital dalliances, while listening to her niece and nephew shrieking in mutually adoring and welcome ecstasy. No secrets. No shame. Nothing held back between them in the slightest.

"Aaaahhhgain! Again!! Ooh god. OhhhgodMarcus, yesssssss, don't stop! I... I'm cumming again!"

Patricia sat in her tweed suit and a lifetime of repression and decorum, and as she awaited her sister to return with their tea, Olivia's cock no doubt still undeniably hard and breasts still dripping through her chef's jacket after a long day of cumming into food that people would pay hundreds upon hundreds of dollars to taste, she felt herself ever so subtly squeeze her thighs together, as a brief twinge of desire ran through her pussy as a careless, hurt-driven thought drifted through her mind.

Well, if her husband could break all the rules of a twenty plus year marriage without so much as a word to her suggesting his discontent... then maybe, just maybe, she could too.

By Jeeves

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