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This story was written for Ferretfyre as part of my Patreon request days for February 2020. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, hyper-orgasmic fun, and incest.

A Family Reunion - Part Three

The front door of the family home slammed loud enough to make Liv's head jerk up from between her daughter's legs, a hot ribbon of cum painting the older snow leopard's face a moment later even as Riley gurgled and wordlessly, blissfully begged for her mother to resume suckling on her cock. With a frown, knowing that she'd have to have a talk with whoever had come home like that about respecting their property and being more considerate to the others in the house, Liv did return to sucking her daughter's throbbing cock just a few moments later, and she began to pump her own cock harder into Ellie's pussy where Riley's twin sister lay beneath her, eyes glassy and a string of drool trickling from one side of her wide open, breathlessly, silently screaming muzzle as her mother's seed held her at the absolute pinnacle of orgasm after mindless, relentless orgasm.

A few minutes later, having cum down Riley's throat after her daughter had done the same to her to ensure that Riley and Ellie would be able to wear out one another's hyper-charged libidos in blissful unison, Liv padded through the upstairs hallway of her home and down the stairs. There was no clothing cast aside on the hallway floor, so it probably wasn't Serena who was responsible. Marcus was out tutoring all day so it made no sense that he'd be home just after lunchtime, and both Aurora and Chelsea were at work, a fact which Liv knew she wasn't mistaken on because she'd been pissed as hell when she realised that yet again their entire weekly schedule had her beloved wives getting home from work about an hour after she had to go on for her shifts at the restaurant.

Of course, as soon as Liv passed through the hallway and into the living room, she realised that she'd forgotten to account for one member of the family. Patricia had been staying with them for three days now, but it still hadn't fully sunk into the snow leopard's head that her older sister was here, a part of their family unit for at least a little while. A pang of guilt ran through Liv's heart, and she promised herself that she wouldn't overlook Patricia's presence in her mind again. After all, Patricia was working so hard to try and fit in here. To put aside everything she'd known about her own rather buttoned up and sheltered life, and accept the way that Liv's own family lived theirs.

In reality though Liv's considerations about Patricia's presence only lasted a few seconds. As soon as she made it into the room far enough to see more than the back of her sister's head resting on the couch, her heart broke. Tears were streaming down Patricia's face, and as she sat there stiff and motionless on the couch, clearly fighting back a full breakdown while her chest heaved and tears flooded from the corners of her eyes, Liv saw how tight her hands were clenched upon her lap in fists of absolute rage.

"He said... he does not want a divorce..."

Patricia spoke, making Liv jump slightly as she wasn't sure up to that point whether her sister was aware of her presence.

"He said... h-he wants for us to keep on going as we are. As we were, so... so we do not make a fuss. So we do not make a scene. He said it would be unbecoming of me. Unladylike of me to get all hysterical and demand a separation, when he is perfectly content to continue allowing me my prior lifestyle. And all I have to do, the only concession I have to give him, is allowing for the fact that he may, once or twice a month, hire a prostitute to sleep with him. Someone younger. Prettier. And of course, someone with fewer hang ups about sex than me."

Finally her head turned, and the older snow leopard looked at her naked, still rock hard younger sister.

"If he had ever asked me, ever encouraged me, ever showed the slightest interest in me sexually, I would have reciprocated. I held back. I lay there still and quiet in bed on the rare occasion he did touch me for fear that if I showed too much enthusiasm I would make him think I was some sort of slut, because he seemed so uninterested in anything sexual normally. I hid my masturbation. I denied myself because after living with mom and dad and seeing how they treated you, then meeting him and seeing how he reacted to sex too, I thought that I was wrong, that I was sick for being even slightly excited by it. I made myself so angry at you, Olivia, because I thought you had made me feel this way. Feeling bad for you, wishing mom and dad would go easier on you about the way you are. I... I thought you had turned me into some sort of sex hungry pervert who wanted everyone to be fucking all the time, so I buried my feelings deep, deep down."

Patricia stood up sharply with a strangled sob, and as she spoke yet again, she began to pull the clothes off her own body. To rip the fabric of her crisp blouse and conservative, ankle length skirt off her body, weeping and snarling as she did so.

"Fuck him."

She spat in fury.

"Fuck him, and mom, and dad, a-and... and every fucking social climbing pearl clutching prude I ever met who made me think that was the way good, kind, honest people were. It was all a lie. All a motherfucking lie! They all want sex. Just like him and his hookers. I'll bet you almost each and every one of them loved it deep down, and in their most private moments they let themselves admit it. But... I never knew that! I never knew that they were all just faking it to maintain an air of goddamn moral superiority over everyone else. So I hid it. I denied it. I fucking wasted years of my life on guilt and humiliation for feeling anything at all when it came to sexual desire. I didn't see my nieces and nephew grow up. I didn't talk to my sister for years at a time. And after all that... he wants me to stay with him on the condition that he can fuck prostitutes?! Not me. Not his fucking wife who was right fucking there with him when he said it, but random women he'd rather pay for sex, than get it from someone who he married?!"

By the time Patricia grew too incoherent in her sobbing to say anything more, she was naked. Naked, and advancing towards her sister. Liv saw what she was about to do, saw her hand extended ready to reach out and grasp at her cock, and stepped back. Patricia froze. Liv looked deep into her eyes, into those sorrowful, rageful, tear-filled eyes, and shook her head.

"Tricia... I know what you think you want right now. And... I swear, I want to give it to you. I do. But... please, not while you're like this. Not while you're so upset that you can't think straight, I..."

" No!"

Liv fell silent as Patricia clenched her hands at her sides once again, and in a manner that was both intensely sincere and yet somehow still deeply childish, she stamped one foot firmly at the floor beneath them.

"No, Olivia! F-fuck that. I am not thinking without clarity. I am not so upset that I cannot think straight. Yes, I am angry. I am more angry than I have ever been in my life. But I am also free. Free! I... I told him where he could take his prostitutes. I told him not only would I be filing for a divorce as soon as I can arrange a lawyer, but I would tell every single person he knew all the messy truths without any thought for his reputation if he lifted so much as a finger to try and stop or interfere with the proceedings. It was so clear. It was so easy. He crumbled in seconds, Olivia. He begged me to think of his social standing. To think of how hard it would be for him to attend his clubs and maintain our circle of friends if I divorced him. He begged, and I told him to fuck off. Then I left, and I drove back here. I returned here not just because it is the only home I have right now, but because I knew that I could find comfort and support here. Comfort and support like I have not known for decades. And the closer I got to this house, the more angry I got. Not just because of what he said, what he did. But, because I wasted so much time, Olivia. So much time with you. With your family. I wasted so many years I could have known you and loved you all. And... I cannot, I will not wait any longer."

Another strangled, heart-wrenching sob escaped the older snow leopard as she shook her head, and with her words echoing loudly around the house, a trembling, red faced, still pleasure-stricken Riley and Ellie appeared at the living room door, peering in through the continued haze of arousal brought on by the touch of their mother's seed to their bodies. Patricia looked to them, then back to her sister. She was crying, she was utterly broken by all that she had experienced today, and yet still, through all of that in that moment, she managed to smile.

"I have seen how much you love each other. How good you make one another feel in the freedom and the love you all share. I... I spent years imagining how miserable and empty the lives of those who indulged in frequent and taboo sex must have been, without ever bearing witness to it myself. But, now that I have seen it, a-and now that the wool has been well and truly pulled away from my eyes, I know the truth. I understand now that from the very beginning, Olivia... you were granted a gift. A precious, incredible gift, and while I always believed our mother and father were too hard on you, only now do I see just how cruel they were in all the things they said, and all the restrictions they placed upon you. Upon us. I... I wish..."

Once more Patricia squeezed her hands into fists by her sides.

"...I wish I'd supported you more back then. I wish I... I'd been someone you felt you could trust, so maybe... maybe right back then, we could have become lovers, the way you and your family are now."

Liv's eyes bulged, and from the doorway Ellie and Riley moaned to one another as they heard their aunt Patty, their once estranged and prudish aunt Patty, confess to wishing that she and Liv could have shared an incestuous relationship way back when they were both still living at home with their own parents.

"Maybe if I'd felt that kind of love, and pleasure from you... I never would have ended up with such a loveless, heartless man, and I never would have been able to be convinced that it was the right way to behave."

Shaking her head, Patricia looked back at her sister, deep into Liv's eyes one more time.

"Olivia. Please, I... I don't want to be a prude any more. I don't want to hold myself back from love, and excitement, and... pleasure, just because it might hurt my social mobility in a circle of fakers and assholes. I want to show you how much I love you, and any of your family who are willing to forgive me for all my years of absence. But, even though I know there are other ways I could show that... and I will! I... Liv, please..."

Patricia trembled, and took a step forward towards her sister, towards Olivia's still hard, throbbing cock once again.

"...please."

She fell to her knees before her sister as Liv didn't step back or try to stop her this time, and the younger of the two snow leopard sisters grunted, and moaned in heartfelt joy as for the first time ever, her older sister wrapped both hands around the base of her huge, throbbing cock.

"Let me love you the way I choose to love you. The way this family... our family... my family chooses to love."

Patricia whispered a moment before bowing her head forward, and taking the tip of Liv's cock between her lips.

By Jeeves

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