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Even though they were all part of one larger pack, there was still a profundity to family dinners for Trish, Kyra and Gavin.

Now that their kids were older, there was something truly special about having Katy come back home for a meal, and having Ian and Amy in tow meant more than having to double the portions.

"It's a shame that Ira's out of town...feels like I haven't seen him in forever, or Uncle Timo," Katy pouted, but that was simply a part of getting older: everyone was getting busier, making it harder than ever for the entire pack, extended family and all, to get together for a single meal. "I hope he and Kaya are having a wonderful time, though...and I know how busy Timo can be."

"So far, they've only sent us one or two messages in a week, so...I think they're having a very good time," Trish joked. "We'll have to have everyone over again once they make it back into town."

Katy smiled. "That'd be really lovely...it's great to finally have a chance to see all of you again, too."

The summer months allowed for a little more freedom for the pack, and it did Gavin's heart well to see his daughter so happy to be back in the old house again.

Even if he only saw her once a year, as long as she was happy, that would have been enough for him.

"You almost ready to go for our run, dear?" Kyra came back down the hall with Ian, the pair having dressed for their jog before the rest of the pack was gathered around the table for coffee. "Sounds like I've convinced Ian to come with us, this time."

Katy smiled wide at her boyfriend and her mother, getting an inkling of just how long their run might go, if they made a special stop to burn off more than their natural energy.

"I woke up ready," she teased. "What took you two slowpokes so long?"

**

Breakfast was always an event around the pack house, but on the weekend, when things started a little later, it was dinner that stole the show: Gavin was already bustling in and out of the backdoor of the house, preparing the grill and making sure that he had all of the necessary tools to provide a feast that could satisfy any stomach, and all the while, Trish was helping him, loading out trays of meat and supplies.

She stopped to make just enough small talk with Amy that the young vixen didn't feel neglected, but it was plain as day that she was feeling left out of something, even if she hadn't made it obvious what the problem was.

"Anything else you need out there, dear?" Trish asked, still holding a few steaks on a tray and stopping at the sliding door. "I think that's just about everything we've got to cook..."

The older vixen was topless, finding the extra clothing unnecessary and uncomfortable in the warmer months of summer...and without having lit the grill yet, Gavin was perfectly safe to navigate his way to the grill and back in his boxers...

...But he'd noticed another set of eyes following his every move, and he was direct in the way that he wrapped an arm around his wife's lower back and pulled her into his body.

"That's just what I needed," he murmured, stealing a deep, full kiss from her lips and keeping an eye cracked open to gauge Amy's reaction. "Thank you, darling."

The cross fox wasn't trying to be that much of a tease, but he could see Amy's daydreaming stare immediately focus in on the pair as they shared a few more quick, peppering kisses, tasting each other in brief strokes of the lip and flickers of the tongue.

With Amy sitting right nearby, Trish didn't want to give the wrong message to the younger vixen, but she felt a similar weight when Amy's eyes moved from Gavin's handsome face to her own lovely expression.

"My pleasure, dear," Trish nuzzled in close to him before she carried the steaks out to the grill herself, letting Gavin have the chance to sit and chat with Amy before they jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Amy was admittedly surprised to see Gavin turning away from his wife and staring at her so directly, but she'd been ogling the bulge in his boxers the entire time: knowing that she was caught in the act, she could only force a nervous smile as her girlfriend's father gave her an understanding look.

"Something the matter, Amy?" he asked, his lips already curled into a smirk. "You seem awfully jumpy today..."

It was going to prove hard enough for the younger vixen to answer, but seeing Trish return didn't help matters at all; paws draped over Gavin's shoulders and held him affectionately in a brutal reminder of what she was missing out on.

"It's...it's nothing!" she tried to protest, wearing a smile that was too wide to be genuine. "Just a little wiped out from the journey over here is all."

Katy, Ian and Amy had arrived the night before, but the distance between homes wasn't so far that she should have been weary from travel.

"That's the best you can do?" Trish asked, cocking a brow and seeing right through Amy's excuse.

The pack shared a wisdom that was beyond their collective years: Amy wouldn't have been able to hide her feelings forever, but their stares were pushing her to confess faster than she otherwise might have.

"...Okay, I'm...a little down," she admitted. "I know it's a gorgeous day, and I'm honestly really happy to see all of you again, but...I still feel a little lonely, I guess? I dunno if that makes sense."

Trish snuck a quick peck to Gavin's cheek as she listened to Amy's story. "This one can tell you all about that," she claimed. "What's got you feeling lonely?"

"I know I'm a part of things, and you all make me feel more welcome than my own family," Amy confessed. "I'm really grateful for it, but with Ian and Katy...they're so close that it feels like I get squeezed out from time to time, even though I'm Katy's girlfriend. Normally, they do a great job of making me feel included, but lately it's like...like I'm a third wheel...and it leaves me feeling...uhm..."

Amy wasn't normally the type to act so timid and trail off, but Gavin and Trish already knew what she was going to say.

"Needy?" Gavin asked.

"Well...y-yeah. I'm really, really happy that they're so good for each other, but lately, it's like they're inseparable: they're all worn out before I even have a chance to get in on the fun, and it's just not the same when I'm left humping a pillow and thinking about them when I'd rather be sandwiched between them..."

She felt bashful admitting that to Katy's father, but she knew how open the members of the pack were with each other, and how comfortable they felt discussing almost any topic together.

That Katy had slept with Gavin before helped quite a bit, and Amy didn't think she'd ever have the same luck, but as she stared across the table at the comforting couple with a grateful smile, she was surprised to see Trish moving her paws down the front of her husband's chest.

Her claws tickled their way to the edge of his waistline, before she groped him under the dinner table...but there was no secret about what she was doing.

"We had no idea your needs were being neglected, Amy. That's awful ," Trish replied, keeping her gaze on the younger vixen while she stroked her fox, working more of his flesh from the depths of his sheath. "But I happen to know of a fox that you're more than welcome to borrow for a little bit, if you think that'd help?"

With any other family, there was no chance in the world that Amy would have been given such an offer.

With this one, she was delighted and flattered, but nervous to take them up on the offer...until she thought about how fondly Katy described bedding him.

"The way Katy talks about you, I...I won't deny I've thought about it before," Amy fessed up. "But you don't have to do all that for me, r-really...it's okay!"

Trish and Gavin shared a knowing look: the fox stood up from the table and went back out through the sliding door, and Trish beckoned for Amy to follow them as they stood before the grill, pretending to be distracted by the task at hand.

"If that's the case, I hope you don't mind helping us with the dinner prep a little bit," Trish suggested. She was already sinking down to her knees and tugging on Gavin's boxers as he stood and lit the grill...but he flipped the flames right back off when he felt Amy tugging on the other side.

The younger vixen could hardly believe what she was doing, but seeing the full flesh of Gavin's cock exposed, she couldn't hope to help herself: she welcomed the tip right over her quivering, lower lip and guided it further into her maw without a single finger touching it...and a quiet, rumbling moan of appreciation told the lucky fox just how badly she'd missed having a full, impressive length in her mouth.

"Been saving that one for her for a while, haven't you?" Trish asked, giving her husband's side a quick nudge. "As many times as I've caught her staring at your bulge over the years, I can't believe you didn't shove it down her throat sooner..."

"Like she s-said," Gavin trembled, stuttering his words at the behest of sudden and overwhelming pleasure, "She's always g-getting pushed back to the end of..._nnf..._t-the line...and that's just not fair, is it?"

Trish cupped his sack from the other side and lifted his package toward Amy, wanting to help the younger vixen take the entire length: she was impressed at how easily Amy swallowed the entire thing, even when the tip was pushing against the back of her slick, tender throat.

"Not at all," Trish agreed. "Guess we've got some catching up to do with her, don't we?"

"As much as she can handle," Gavin mentioned. "And speaking of, y-you...you may wanna back off just a little bit, Amy...k-kinda have to pee."

They already knew that Ian and Katy were into the same golden games that the rest of the pack enjoyed, but they didn't want to make the same assumption about Amy, just to be safe.

She made it clear that Gavin had nothing to worry about by moving her nose right into the base of his crotch and nuzzling in close, her throat swallowing around the front end of his cock in the hopes of collecting every drop that he'd been saving.

"I don't think she minds, dear."

"No...s-she sure fuckin' doesn't..." Gavin found Amy's throat was the perfect place to let go, but as much pleasure as she was milking out of him, it was tough to switch gears so easily.

The stream was delicate, at first, making it easy for Amy to keep up with the trickle of warm, salty mess. Her rumbling moans turned to a deeper, fuller appreciation as she felt the stream growing thicker, but when the effort was spelled out on her face, it became clear that she wasn't used to dealing with quite that much volume.

Doing the best she could for as long as she could, she gave Gavin a special treat and bobbed her head rapidly on his spilling length until she couldn't take anymore, and with a final gulp, his cock fell from her muzzle and poured down upon her, spraying her chin and her neck with the rest of his golden offering, until the excess was soaking through her top and trickling toward her stomach.

"Took that like a professional," Trish complimented, having enjoyed the show a bit too much to keep her paw out of her own panties. "I'm not sure I could have done it any better myself, Amy...and I loved getting to see it."

"So...y-you'd be okay with me doing that again sometime?" she asked, still dealing with the disbelief of being invited to such a lewd, but satisfying act.

A single, firm nod from Trish was confirmation enough. "I'd insist upon it, even...but next time, maybe I can try and help you contain the mess a bit...you're soaked , young lady."

Smiling playfully and framing up her stained breasts for the fox above, Amy gave up on playing the innocent role that she was teasing with, embracing her sexuality in the same way that she would have with Katy and Ian.

"I sure am...Gavin left such a mess on my tits...I might catch a cold if I leave this top on."

Trish moved across the gap before Gavin had a chance to kneel down; the vixen was just as enticed by the sight of the full, supple breasts as her husband.

"Let me help you out of that, then," she offered, pressing her paws in tight before Amy had a chance to lift her brassier from her body. "Gavin? Be a darling and lay back for us, would you? I think Amy could use a little more servicing...she's leaking more ways than one..."

The girls each put a paw against Gavin's thighs and gave him a playful shove; he could have held his ground, but letting them topple him was a lot more fun, when he knew what the eventual outcome was.

It wasn't eventual in the least: even with Trish holding her breasts, Amy was quick to strip out of her shorts and climb into Gavin's lap, letting her folds part around the tip of his soaking, glistening cock with a single roll of her hips.

"Nothing wrong with making a little mess if it helps her feel better," Gavin agreed. "You sure you can handle her, though?"

Trish smirked back at her husband, pulling Amy's bra away and tossing it aside. "The better question, my love, is if you can handle us."

The fox was a capable lover, but dealing with two vixens at once was a tall order for any man: he knew it wouldn't be easy to keep with Amy when she was so overwhelmed with need, but Trish wasn't going to let him sit back and ignore her needs, either.

She climbed right up and sat her womanhood on her husband's maw, forcing him to kiss against her own petals and embrace the delicate moisture that had gathered there...and in doing so, she drowned out the sound of his bliss as Amy sat down in turn, taking the entirety of his cock in one foolhardy move.

Wincing at what she'd done to herself, Amy took a moment to settle and adjust on the impressive, vulpine length, but the moment she was comfortable, she was bucking herself on his capable member and trying to hold her own mess in for as long as she could.

"I had n-no idea you were so good with your paws, Trish," Amy confessed. She was caught off guard by just how much pleasure she could derive from simply feeling a pair of hands against her chest, but that wasn't the only delight she was going to find, as the pair of vixens stared each other down.

Trish rolled her mound back and forth over her husband's tongue as she watched Amy's young, capable body bounce straight up and down, coating his cock in such a plentiful host of liquid arousal that it was a miracle the lucky fox hadn't erupted inside of her by then.

His stamina hadn't aged a day, but he was being pushed to his limits as the girls shared their passions above him, their lips meeting in a full, tender kiss that spoke of more than their silent admiration for each other.

Their bond was growing by the second as Amy worked herself into a frenzy, and then, with a powerful moan into Trish's lips, she crashed right into her climax, milking Gavin's shaft with such vigor that she knew she'd drain the seed right from his cock...but she wouldn't be reaching her peak alone.

Trish, still entwining her tongue with Amy's own, was struggling to keep herself upright when Gavin's tongue slipped back and forth over the tender nub of her clit; his approach was so skillful that it was _almost_unfair.

"Still...s-still leaking, Amy?" Trish managed to ask, panting into the cheek of the younger vixen and nuzzling closer to her body. Their breasts met as she moved forward as far as she could while keeping her folds in place, and without warning, a small stream poured back over Gavin's lips; he was drinking it up the moment he felt that extra, concentrated heat on the end of his tongue. "Cause I don't think my hubby minds the mess..."

Trish reached down between them and grabbed her lover's knot, simulating a tie for him as his seed flooded the lucky vixen: Amy could hardly believe the sheer volume from a single gush, but every rumor Katy told her came true in a matter of seconds, as every pulse of his throbbing length gave her another host of cum...until she could actually feel just how much there was in her womb.

She'd never known anything quite like it, but feeling so full, she couldn't help the spill that was already starting...and Trish giving her that push was all it took for a full, golden streak to spray over Gavin's tummy.

The vixens were bathing him gleefully as they met each other's lips once more, riding their respective ends of the fox and whispering sweet nothings to each other the entire time, including a brief, but all too certain whisper of how much fun it would be for them to switch sides...

**

Kyra was used to seeing Gavin wiped out: the crossfox worked himself to the bone at the office most days, and in the bedroom, he was even more dedicated than that.

When the bedroom happened to be the yard, something more came out of him, and it proved too much for Trish and Amy to handle.

"Which one of them do you think started it?" Katy asked, feeling the sandwiched presence of her mother on her right and her boyfriend on her left.

It wasn't clear who started it or who finished it, but the trio of foxes were enjoying their afternoon nap so firmly that they never even heard the canine members of the pack giggling nearby...