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This story was written for AlSong as Day #4 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Incest, and the story contains incestuous M/M sex between consenting adults. ^^

Risk and Reward

Family was important. In fact, since losing Shawn's mother, the only woman Seamus had ever loved, it had become especially important to the coyote and his son. So much so that ever since Shawn was just seven years old, Seamus had taken it upon himself to organise a yearly reunion for his extended family, both blood relatives and those connected to him through his late wife and their beloved son. For over a decade since then they had strived to forge bonds with their family, to make the most of every opportunity they had to spend together knowing full well that it was impossible to tell which of those chances might be their last.

This year however, something was different. This year the two men, Seamus and his now grown up son, found themselves dreading the four day weekend of the family reunion, culminating in a party at their home on the Sunday. It wasn't that they'd had any sort of falling out between themselves and any of their relatives. It wasn't that they didn't love and cherish the time they got to spend with the various uncles and aunts and cousins and nephews, nieces and non-binary niblings of various degrees of distant removal. The simple truth however was that neither of the coyotes wanted to surrender their privacy, their personal space, and their opportunity to be alone together for four days. After all, this was their first reunion since Shawn dropping out of in person tuition at college. Their first reunion since he'd moved back in with his father, and their first family reunion since their relationship had developed from a loving, friendly father-son bond, to one of outright incestuous passion.

Music boomed through the house, and laughter rang out through the garden as dozens of canids of all ages, shapes and sizes stood chatting while a trio manned three large, sizzling grills. Kids darted and weaved around the legs of the older folks, freshly plied with sugary soda and hot dogs, while in the house itself yet more relatives sat or stood around chatting and peering out through the patio doors at the ongoing familial camaraderie.

Upstairs however, with the dull thump of the music's bass echoing through the floor and the constant murmur of conversation leaking in through the windows, Shawn sat on the edge of his bed with his eyes closed. He had been sat like that for a couple of minutes already, and might have remained there for longer still had he not heard a gentle knock at his bedroom door. Sighing deeply the plump coyote braced himself for another relative asking him about why he'd dropped out of college, whether he'd gotten a girlfriend yet, or any other of a dozen questions about his life that felt so much more invasive and unnecessary given how happy he was with his life as it stood. When he called out for them to come in though, the younger coyote was shocked when he saw his father's head poke around the door.

"Hey. I missed you downstairs. Everything okay?"

Seamus' kind face and warm eyes made Shawn's heart melt. If this had been any other day, any other time, he would have scrambled to his feet, made some playful, sincerely sweet comment about everything being way better than okay whenever his dad was around, and moved to kiss Seamus on the muzzle right then and there. Instead though all he could do was smile weakly and try to remind himself that by the end of tomorrow everyone would be gone from the house, even their guests staying in the spare room. All he had to do was wait until then, and he and Seamus could get back to living their life exactly the way they chose.

"Yeah, I just... it's a lot, y'know? A lot of people. A lot of questions. A lot of... time without you."

The last part of that comment slipped out before Shawn could stop himself, and his eyes widened nervously as he peered past his father to make sure the corridor beyond the bedroom door was empty. It seemed to be, but that only mattered for a few seconds as Seamus frowned and stepped into the room, closing the door firmly behind him. Shawn opened his muzzle to apologise, to tell his dad he knew what they'd said, that for the long weekend they couldn't even acknowledge their intimate relationship to one another. That they couldn't risk anyone finding out and putting what they had together at risk. Before he could say a single word though, his muzzle dropped open, slack-jawed as he watched his father begin to rather hurriedly unfasten the buttons of his shirt.

"It's too much, is what it is."

Seamus murmured as he revealed his broad, muscular chest.

"I know what we said, Shawn. I know we promised we'd be careful, but..."

His hands felt to his belt, and immediately, without questioning it or attempting to talk his father out of what was about to happen for even an instant, the younger coyote began to peel off his own clothes as fast as he possibly could. As he did so, he finished his father's sentence for him.

"...but it's too much. Too much to be without you, dad."

Topless and with the front of Seamus' pants already unfastened the two men flung themselves at one another and locked their muzzles together in a deep kiss.

"I love our family..."

Seamus groaned under his breath, shaking his head with guilt and pure lust as he grasped Shawn's face between his hands and stared deep into the bright, adoring eyes of his plump son.

"But, I can't help it. I don't want to help it. I... I love you more, and I can't bear having to ignore you. To deny you. To treat you like... like you're not everything to me, Shawn."

The music kept on playing and the laughter kept on echoing up from the garden as the two coyote men tumbled backwards onto Shawn's bed in a tangle of limbs and entwined tongues. They knew what a risk they were taking. They knew what hell they would be exposing themselves to if they were caught like this, if anyone from any part of their family learned that the two of them, regardless of both being fully consenting adults, were engaged in an incestuous sexual relationship. And yet neither one of them seemed able to resist, able to deny themselves or one another for a moment longer than the days they had already gone since last touching each other, since last being able to share a single adoring kiss, never mind anything more than that.

"Daddy..."

Shawn whined, uttering a word that he only spoke when either extremely turned on, or deliberately wanting to get his father extremely worked up in his own right. In that particular instance, both were true. The coyote's eyes darted away from his father as he felt Seamus' cock grinding down against his own through their pants, and looked up at the bedside cabinet just a short distance away at the far end of the bed.

"...fuck me, please."

An instant later Seamus was scrambling across the bed to explore the cabinet where his son's eyes had just landed. They barely used Shawn's room these days, sharing a bed every night with the exception of the last couple given their visitors. Nevertheless, Seamus was delighted to find a small, half full travel-sized bottle of lube in the night-stand drawer, alongside a toy that Shawn had no doubt plucked from their shared stash prior to the family's arrival, hoping to keep himself busy during the lonely nights they were incapable of spending together. He left the toy where it was, and by the time he rose upright with the lube in hand, Seamus found Shawn already naked and sprawled on his back, legs spread, knees bent, cock twitching and tail sweeping back and forth hurriedly across the sheets in giddy anticipation.

Seamus had never torn clothes off his body faster, nor lubed himself up so swiftly as he did in the seconds that followed. He threw himself down over Shawn's body once again, hands briefly roaming the gorgeous curves of his son's plump torso as his cock guided itself into place between the younger male's rounded buttocks.

"I love you, dad."

Shawn gasped as he felt his father's cock pressing into him, so hot, so hard, so perfectly made to slide into his greedily waiting, welcoming ass.

"Oh, son. I missed you."

Seamus growled back in Shawn's ear. Three days had felt like an eternity, but at last they were together again. Alive again. They were themselves once more, not the faint shells of themselves they presented themselves as to the rest of the world, unable to show the passion, the joy, the adoring enthusiasm that filled every instant they spent alone together.

Of course they knew they couldn't remain together like this forever. They knew their relatives weren't going away for over twenty four hours more, and that every second they spent together was an incredible, incalculably high risk. But for these brief moments, whether it ended in them getting caught or a swift, desperate quickie to keep them going for the day ahead, they were going to push one another to their absolute limits. They were going to give each other everything, quite simply because that was the only way they knew how to be together.

With his tongue jammed into Shawn's muzzle as much to muffle his son's cries as to keep feverishly kissing the other coyote, Seamus rutted his lover hard and fast. He watched Shawn's eyes bulge and felt his son's cock twitching between their bodies as he slammed against Shawn's prostate over and over again in rapid succession. Only reaching down between their bodies with one hand and wrapping a finger and thumb around his own knot kept him from succumbing to temptation and attempting to lock himself inside his son's perfect asshole, binding them to one another for far longer than it would take for someone to notice their absence and start looking for them. Denying himself in that way did mean that Seamus could hump Shawn as rapidly and forcefully as his body could withstand though. He growled under his breath as his hips pumped furiously. He trembled and felt pre-cum spurting between their bellies as he saw his son's eyes bulge. Fingers clawed at the fur upon his shoulders. Shawn's legs wrapped tight around his waist. The younger coyote gurgled helplessly into his father's muzzle, but Shawn didn't need to say a word for Seamus to know exactly what the man he loved more than anything in this world meant.

Slamming his hips home once more, Seamus watched and felt and listened to the keening whimper that escaped Shawn as the coyote's cock sprayed their stomachs with hot cum. Feeling his son let go was all it took to send Seamus over the edge himself, and with a breathy groan he began to empty his balls into his son's hot, tight, clutching asshole. They stared at one another through glassy eyes. They panted, they gasped together through muzzles still locked in a ceaseless smooch. Fingers squeezed, hips rocked, cocks twitched again and again and again, until finally, at last, they were spent.

The two men would have given anything for just a few seconds to linger together in their afterglow, but after what they had just shared they knew that was an indulgence on top of an indulgence they already couldn't afford. They pulled apart, still trembling, still panting in the wake of their shared orgasm. They looked at one another's cum-stained torsos, and Seamus licked his lip as before Shawn could shuffle forward he was granted a perfect, unobstructed view of his son's asshole, stretched open and oozing a little of the cum that Seamus had just pumped into him. Blushing, grinning the pair reluctantly dressed, and barely two minutes later as their cocks began to soften within re-donned pants and underwear, they risked one final, brief cuddle and a peck on the lips as they stood by Shawn's door.

"W-we shouldn't have done that, right? We shouldn't have let ourselves get so... I mean, we shouldn't have let ourselves take that risk?"

Shawn murmured bashfully as he held one of his father's hands tight in his own while the other rested on the handle of the bedroom door.

"No, we shouldn't. Absolutely not."

Seamus chuckled dryly, shrugging and shaking his head as he twisted the door handle, but pausing before he actually pulled it open.

"But, Shawn? For a minute with you. For a second with you? I'd risk anything. Because, the reward? It's so... so worth it."

The two men beamed. They grinned. They sprang back into one another's arms and kissed yet again, only peeling apart when they heard the faint but unmistakable creak of someone moving over the loose floorboard just a couple of metres down the hall from the younger coyote's bedroom.

"Tonight. 2am. My room. I need to taste you before bed."

Seamus murmured an instant before he pulled the bedroom door open, and looked back over his shoulder at his son's wide eyed, gleefully flushed face a second before stepping into the hallway. He pulled Shawn's bedroom door closed behind him, and an instant later resumed his act. The act of being just a father to his son. Of being a warm and cordial reunion host who didn't have things he would much, much rather have been doing with just one of the party's many guests. And of course, the near impossible act of pretending to being a man who wasn't head over heels in both love and wild, ceaseless lust with his sweet, handsome son.

By Jeeves

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