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This was... perhaps the worse day of his life.

Ding...! Dong...!

Hello everyone, this is your conductor speaking. In five minutes, we will be arriving at Vista Heights Station in Oceanside. It will be 2:15 PM native time in Oceanside with clear skies and a temperature of 67 degrees Farenheit. Vista Heights will be our final stop, so I wish to thank you all for riding with us today on the Lantern Express.

The intercom echoing into his ears, the rumbling through his body, the gleam of sunlight through the rim of the window; he was on a train. In fact, he had been on this train for the past... three days now. Starting from Willington, then heading through almost every major city in the country, like Document City, Eastgate, High Bishop, all to end up... here...

Oceanside.

Scott York. Have you ever heard of him? Hmm... perhaps not, but if you've lived in the city of Willington for the past several years, you have most certainly seen his art and photos. The weekly Sunday paper that always has a beautiful still art portrait upon it? Yup, that's him. The various photos of of distant lands that appear in almost all travel guides you come across? Again, that's him. The amazing landscape portrait that sits in the front lobby of Willington's town hall? Him, him, him.

He was an unassuming hare. Curling flaxen hair, soft brown fur, rounded cheeks, a lanky build, and these clear hazel eyes. He didn't bare the image of what a person would typically expect of an artist. Weren't they those... free-loving, flashy, energetic types? Not this lonesome man who exuded an antisocial air around him. Wearing a tan sweater vest, a gray undershirt, gray slacks, and with a satchel resting on the table in front of him, he looked like a businessman going to work, or - with his somewhat youthful features - like a college study rushing for classes... not an artist.

And certainly not a failed one.

For many, a change in life is not necessarily a bad thing, but an expected occurrence. Even Scott himself prepared for such a thing in life, which is why he was making this long trek cross country for Oceanside in the first place. But there's a different in expecting something and actually experiencing it as he was now.

And Oceanside? It was such a far cry from Willington. The city he lived in for the past ten or so years was a grand gray metropolis of skyscrapers, metro systems, crowded roads, and bridges. So. Many. Bridges. By comparison, Oceanside... well, it was an ocean side paradise! Sunny beaches, immaculate palm trees, summer homes that dot the landscape, all resting along a beautiful, sunny hillside. The city was amazing itself, with many buildings that have an avant garde design, smooth, silver cut skyscrapers with gleaming windows, an industrial district of greenery and textile working in perfect harmony, and of course, the city's pleasure district, owning one of the largest and greatest malls this side of the country.

And that's not even getting into the beautiful people who call Oceanside their home. Hey, it has been called the 'Most Beautiful City in the World' multiple times for a reason.

Ding...! Dong...! Now arriving at Vista Heights Station!

"Ah... right..." Scott muttered to himself, raising up from his chair as he pulled his satchel up to his chest.

After many days of sitting down and doing nothing aside from eating, reading his books, and catching up on whatever series he was missing, the bunny had arrived at his destination. It had his little lapine tail shaking, his nose twitching, and his ears bouncing up and down. Was he excited or apprehensive? Yes, and yes. Who knows how long he'd be here? A few months? A year? A few years? He hoped not for the latter, but...

But...

The train began slowing down, causing his eyes to grow wide. All around him in this luxurious train car, he saw his other passengers were beginning to collect their things. He scrambled to do likewise, gathering his satchel and pulling it close to hand, only to stop and wonder how he was going to get his suitcases and things. Was this like a plane/airport situation, and he just needed to get to the luggage pickup? Maybe he should have flown cross country per his brother's request; it would have certainly been faster. Or maybe he shouldn't have even bothered his brother with something like this in the first place. Maybe he should have just stayed in Willington and kept searching for--

Aah... no... there he goes again. There's no reason to freak out about this now; he had arrived. The train came to a stop, he tightened his satchel around his neck and shoulders, and he - along with everyone else - made way for the doors. When they parted, a gleam of sunlight flooded in, nearly blinding Scott. He winced and recoiled, but then pushed forward, stepping upon the deck outside.

Collecting his things took a few moments, and yes, he was right; Vista Heights was like an airport in how it handled luggage. Train workers would pull them out from the back, load them into the station's luggage system, then he would wait on its turntable for his things to arrive. He didn't have many suitcases though; only three. Imagine if the entirety of your life could fit into three suitcases.

Haaaah... it made him feel pathetic...

But, no, that's not completely true. He had some things resting in a storage facility outside of Willington. His brother made it known they'd have that delivered in due time... but even then, most of his storage pod would be empty space anyway.

Save for his many, many painting tools, and many, many photography tools as well.

But for now, this satchel and these three suitcases were all Scott had. Wheeling them down the halls of the station, he made his way for the exit, his head held low and his lips in a slight frown. Every step he took, he felt his heart shaking harder and harder, because he knew... he knew it was not long before he heard--

"SCOTTTYYYYYY!!!"

Yeah... that...

He brought his gaze up, meeting another rabbit with blond hair, more snow-white fur, and the same hazel eyes. From sight alone, you could tell with ease that these two were related; brothers, no less. The only differences came in the overall persona and vibe they gave. Scott was clearly introverted, even clutching his satchel close as he made way to this rabbit of similar stature to him. Meanwhile, the hare before him was far more energetic, cheekily grinning as he gave his sibling the two-fingered salute. He was as tall as Scott was, though where as his brother's hair was curly and bouncy, his was smoothly cut like a bowl. A... bowl cut, yes. He was also dressed in a more lax manner, wearing a tropical button up shirt, along with jeans and sneakers that stood in stark contrast to his brother's more formal attire. But they shared a similar height, and a similar lanky appearance, though the grinning hair had a bit more meat on his bones in comparison to his sibling. He was the elder brother, with Scott being the younger. His name was--

"Keanu. You came," Scott remarked, taking the hare aback with mock surprise.

"What's that suppose to mean?" he replied whilst jabbing his sibling in the shoulder, "What? You thought I was going to leave you to fend for yourself in Oceanside? I know all the women around make it look beautiful... and it is... heh... but this place is crazy, Scotty? You'll learn it too when you start living here!"

"Yeah... umm..."

"Right! Heh! Let's stop lollygagging around! Like dad used to say," he pointed for the distance, "Over here, Scotty! I'll take you back to the house in no time flat!" he tapped his shoulder again as they headed for the exit, "Boy, you'll love Oceanside. It rarely rains here, and even when it does, it looks beautiful! There's always the beach! Wait... you're single, right? Hah! Damn! The women here are beautiful; you'll love it, I swear!"

"Uh... right. Hmm... thanks, Keanu," Scott replied, making his brother roll his eyes.

"Heeeey, don't take that tone, Scotty! I know it sucks getting your life uprooted like that; I've had it happen to me a couple of times, remember? But... look at it less like a bad thing and... more like a good thing! Remember that time I had to stay in Egypt for a little while? I would've never met my wife if not for that!"

"Right... uh... how is Nefertiti? Is she doing well?" Scott asked, making his brother laugh.

"She's excited to see you; it's been years since we've last spent time all together!" Keanu said as he once again poked his brother in the side, "We got the house ready for your arrival, so let's get going. I bet it was cramped on that train. Luxury or not, riding in a train for days on end is bound to drive anyone crazy."

"Uh... it was fine. The room I had on the train wasn't that much smaller than my apartment," Scott stated, making his brother laugh.

"Ah... the life of a struggling artist. A tale as old as time," Keanu muttered before pointing forward with his hand, "This way, Scotty!"

Stepping out into the parking lot of the train station, Scott's eyes grew wide at the endless number of elegant cars sitting before him. Compared to Willington - which was almost always gray and dismal - seeing so many luxurious vehicles in front of him was like culture clash for the hare. If Willington was business, Oceanside was pleasure.

So much pleasure...

Keanu continued leading his brother along, grinning and showing how excited he was for his sibling to come live with them. Scott wished he shared his brother's enthusiasm for the situation, but the move only left him feeling like... like he had failed.

Like a failure.

And this feeling was only compounded when they finally arrived at his brother's car. It was a large, opulent vehicle; a grand, silver-blue colored Cadillac Escalade. 2021 edition, no less. Back in Willington, Scott couldn't afford a car. Didn't matter, since there weren't many places for one to actually park a car there anyway. He spent most of his days riding in buses or taxis or the metro and the like. But here, his brother was helping him mount his things into the back seat of the spacious Escalade, still talking about all the things they would do together.

All the many, many things...

"Don't worry about your room and everything," said Keanu as they got into the car themselves, "The house we have is large, you'll see! You probably remember that apartment we had... what... five years ago? Jeeze, it's really been five years since you last came to our home! In fact..." he looked at his brother as they began driving away from the parking lot, "When's the last time you've been at a... house, house? Like... not an apartment or anything, but you know... stayed in a house? Back when you lived with Mom?"

"Yeah... for the most part..." Scott answered as he fiddled with the straps of his seat belt, "But you know Mom... most of the houses we stayed at didn't really belong to us... umm..." he looked back at his brother, "But you and Dad. You must have been staying at houses all the time, huh?"

"Ehh... not really," Keanu replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "Just... a lot of apartments. Especially as prices went up. Dad's contracting work just... didn't pay the bills like it used to. Hmm... ah... but no need to gloom and doom about the past," he grinned brightly as he looked at his brother, "Think of it! The York Brothers! Together again! Just as things should be!"

"I don't know... if we were ever really that chummy with one another," Scott retorted, "By the time you started drinking, I was just heading into middle school."

"Ugh! I get it! You're analytical! Jeeze, and you stayed with mom? Must have driven her crazy..." Keanu muttered before reaching over to squeeze his brother's shoulder, "Hey! I know this is uncomfortable for you. Your life uprooted and everything, but... ya'know..." he grinned, "Just try and enjoy yourself. You're a smart guy, Scotty! Smarter than me, I'd argue! You'll bounce back before you know it! Just... just think of this like a little vacation! Though uh..." he shot his brother a sly squint, "I recommend not messing with Nefertiti's things... my wife can be as sweet as she can be deadly. Speaking from experience..."

"Uhh... right... umm..."

He prodded his fingers together and averted his eyes, with Keanu reading his brother's body language. He was trying to emote and warm up, but it was clear to the older hare that his sibling was a little uncomfortable with this. Things were new here; he was used to his life in Willington, but all of that was gone in little under a week.

Now here in Oceanside, the usually aloof and personal rabbit was surrounded by all these flashy and vibrant people. Driving along the city streets, so many of them were casually going shirtless, or wearing swimsuits thanks to the nearby beaches. There were some businessmen and women walking around too, but that number was far, far lower. Compare that to Willington, where a guy like Scott was a dime a dozen. Now here, he'd stick out like a sore thumb!

Oceanside was the embodiment of an idyllic west-coast city. From the beaches to the city to the cliff sides, you'd see a place like this on any number of travel brochures that dot a magazine rack. And for as aloof as Scott appeared right now, his face brightened up at the beautiful visuals. If only he had his camera on him right now as oppose to resting inside of one of his suitcases; he'd be snapping photo after photo.

As they drove, the more 'serious' industrial side of Oceanside began blending away into elegant mansions with a structure similar to haciendas. Not as large as a full on hacienda like the type you'd find in a city like, say, Belmond, but certainly larger than any house Scott had ever been to. Palm trees lined the middle of the roads, the calm ocean could be seen in the distance, almost every house seemed to have a pool in their backyard, and they all had a luxury car or two or even three sitting in their driveways!

And, yes, once again, the people who walked the sidewalks were transcendent in their beauty.

But as they pushed on in this neighborhood of mansions, they took to roads that had more stylized and special homes. Some were of the modern, minimalist style, others were more oriental in design, while some were strictly European. But one house seemed to stick out from the rest; one with white walls with green shrubbery growing over its edge, and a steal gate that bared entry. Pulling up to the gates, Scott watched as his brother pulled out his keys, pressing a button which caused the gates to part open.

"Don't worry. We've already got you one made," Keanu said with a smile.

With the gates open, they drove in along its lane, pulling up to the house on the opposite end. And Scott's jaw dropped. It stood at two... no, three stories; a Spanish-style house with smooth white walls, arched windows, and a red tile roof. When one brings their gazes upon such a building, they instantly think about the homes of alleged drug dealers in crime dramas. With his brother being a lawyer though, some would argue he's not too far off the mark.

They came up to the home's garage, watching as the shudder doors opened to reveal two more stylish cars: a purple Porsche and a pink BMW. Both had leather seats, and both had their tops down for blissful driving on a sunny day. The Porsche was his brother's car, the BMW his sister-in-law's, meaning that this Escalade which itself would cost more than what Scott made in a year, was without a doubt the family vehicle.

Yeah, imagine that. You drive your kids to school in a minivan, they drive theirs to school in an Escalade. Considering where they live though,everyone probably drives their child to school in an Escalade.

"Go ahead and leave your stuff in the car," Keanu said as he and Scott got out, "You can come by and get it anytime you need. Let me show you to your room first so you can get acquainted with it! Train beds are... fuah! They sure are hell on the body, ain't they?"

"Well... yeah... a little bit..."

"Ah! Finally, we agree on something," Keanu said whilst jabbing his brother in the side again, "C'mon; the culture shock hasn't ended yet!"

"Oh man..."

He followed his brother through the garage door. And really, even with the luxury cars resting within, the garage was perhaps the most 'normal' part of the building. It reminded Scott of a summer day years ago when he was twelve and their father was teaching him the ins and outs of the family car.

Those thoughts were immediately dashed when they stepped through the doorway, entering a Spanish palace. Wood floors occasionally broken by opulent white rugs, matching white walls that looked to have never seen grime in their life, a chandelier that hung over the center of the living room, the living room itself with the softest couches he's ever seen, and a flat screen TV of 140 inches... maybe more! The windows at the back of the room showed off the home's majestic pool, and the sunlight struck it in such a way that the water looked truly flawless. No dirt, no fallen leaves, no nothing; the water was clear, through and through.

But... there was a shadow swimming through it.

"Huh? Oh! Scott! Is that you?" a voice called from behind, one with a very specific accent to it.

Clutching his satchel to chest, Scott turned and looked over, his gaze falling upon a woman. A woman who... so easily towered over him and his brother.

When you hear the term... 'Nubian Queen', she would be the first person to come to mind. A tall, powerful, nearly amazonian jackal of a woman, with fur that was a coal-like black. She had sharp, piercing gold eyes, and meticulously cared for black hair that hung from her head down to her neck. The front fridges draped just above her eyes like curtains, but did nothing to hide the illuminating and intense glow of her gaze. Said gaze was only magnetized by the black eyeliner and golden mascara she wore.

With her gold and black color scheme mixing with the white sundress she wore, she exuded this air of divinity that very, very few women could ever hope to attain in this world. And the smile she gave as she sauntered over was enough to make anyone shake in their boots, so imagine what it did to someone as naturally meek as Scott.

He got his voice caught in his throat, his eyes darting around in search of some escape. Both the woman and his brother chuckled while she approached him, towering over him as her fingers teased his chin.

"It's nice to see you too, Scott," she said with a teasing chuckle.

Nefertiti York; his sister-in-law. From afar, Keanu and Nefertiti had to be the most mismatch couple in history. The somewhat short (though moderately size for his species) blond hare with white fur, and the tall jet-black jackal who immediately turned heads whenever she entered a room, were indeed a loving couple. Many had lobbied more than a few accusations their way, like Keanu only married her so she could be nothing more than his trophy wife, or she was a golddigger merely longing for his bank account. But considering they've been married for the past... well... nearly twenty years, they usually put their doubters to shame.

Scott himself never doubted the love they shared for one another, though he wondered how Keanu could ever date a woman as imposing as Nefertiti. Even years ago when they first met, the jackal was a towering monolith. This feeling only seemed to increase with age and the distance apart they've had. For someone as awkward and as shy as Scott, looking up at his sister-in-law was enough to make his heart race.

"Yes! Uh... right...! It's good to see you too, Nefertiti!" he said, garnering a giggle from her lip, "I... I really apologize for... just springing myself upon your lives like this, honestly."

"Oh, Scotty... you don't need to be so apologetic," said the jackal as she laid her hand on her hip, "Your Keanu's brother; brothers should always help each other out. Besides, he was really excited to have you over! Fufufufu!"

"Alright, dear, he... he uh... doesn't need to hear that," Keanu muttered as he tapped his wife's hand, garnering more giggles from her.

"Oh! But before we settle down and show you your room," her gaze shifted to her husband, "Keanu, dear, you got a call from your secretary. It's about your client."

"Huhhh... I swear, what did Bradley do now...?" his brother groaned, taking Scott aback.

"Bradley...? Like... Jonathan Bradley? The media mogul?" his brother said, to which Keanu chuckled.

"Yeah... shocked?" he replied as he shook his hand, "I'm just helping him out with his divorce..."

"D-Divorce!? He's divorcing his wife!?"

"Ooooooh... shit... shouldn't've said that... oh well!" he shrugged his shoulders as he headed for the kitchen door, "It's gonna be on all the news once they finalize it, cuz Cindy really can't keep her mouth shut."

As he left to take the call, Nefertiti giggled in Scott's direction, before following her husband. This left him behind, the hare pulling his satchel close to his chest in a defensive manner, and only relaxing once his brother and sister-in-law vanished from view. But standing in such a strange, new place of flowing opulence, did not leave Scott feeling much better.

His movements were ginger, fearing what happen if he knocked over this expensive vase, or tracked dirt upon their perfect white rugs. If this house suddenly sprang up and ate him, he wouldn't be surprised. Horrified, yes, but not surprised.

Until his brother returned to show him to his room, Scott was forced to stay put and take in his brother's palace of a home. Almost immediately, his artistic mind began taking in everything. The architecture of this place was immaculate; whoever designed this home was either Spanish themselves, or studied extensively their style. But what shocked him most was the occasional yet still harmonious Egyptian object here and there. From paintings on the walls of Egyptian gods, the vase he saw before which depicted sphinxes and pyramids, or even how the cushions of the couch had ankhs on them. These had to be Nefertiti's additions, but they so flawlessly mixed together that you'd only notice them as being different if you were specifically paying attention.

Pulling open his satchel, Scott revealed his smart tablet and pen. Scrambling for both, he opened up an art app and started sketching. The arches, the walls, the design, all of it; he wanted to take it down immediately! And as he swung around, drawing lines and shapes, shadows and detail, he found his gaze once more coming across the windows at the back.

Glunk!

If the inside of the home was mostly Spanish, with a few Egyptian objects here and there, then the York family pool was the exact opposite. A long, rectangular shaped pool, it had four obelisks standing at its sides which cycled water back into the main pool, and at the back of it, there was a pyramid with a statue of a sphinx sitting tall before it. Resting on the platform surrounding the pool were various couches and lounge chairs, as well as a bar at the back where his brother no doubt threw all sorts of cookouts. And, yes, it too gave off an Egyptian vibe thanks to the adorning hieroglyphs which sat upon its surface.

Pressing his chest up to the windows which barred him from the pool, Scott eventually found the door to the backyard of his brother's home. Stepping through it, he felt the cool air of Oceanside brush against him, garnering a sigh from his lips. But then his eyes dropped down, leering at the pool in front of him where he saw that shadow from before. Slowly approaching it, he came to the handle bars that lead into the pool itself, where he noticed the shadow was swimming up to meet him. Trapped in place, the artist could only watch as the waters broke, and the being within emerged.

And they... she immediately towered over him.

A woman, fur black, ears long, with the inner shell golden he swears. She had long golden-blonde hair that fell all the way down to her hips, and a curvaceous, voluptuous body. Smooth shoulders, rounded, busty chest, tight and slim waist, which bottoms out to curvy, wide hips and thick, toned thighs. Her snout was long, but her features were youthful, lacking any sort of blemish or line or wrinkle or anything. And then there was her eyes...

Her eyes...

Hypnotic didn't start to describe them. Mesmerizing didn't start to describe them. Domineering didn't start to describe them. No, he'd say they were more... divine than all of that, more godly, more... _omnipotent._Golden like honey, golden like the sands of a desert, golden like the sun itself. When they cut across the short distance to look him in the eyes, Scott felt frozen in place, and compelled to... to... to do something. What is that 'something'? He wasn't sure... whatever it is she asked of him, no doubt.

She was wearing a one-piece bikini; white in color that stood in stark contrast to her charcoal-black body. It was an immaculately designed garment, having a diamond-cut pattern that flaunted her navel and toned core, as well as the cleavage of her busty breasts. And with the golden ring around her neck as it hugged close, she further elevated herself as being divine in status.

Water cascaded down her form, making it radiate as her body shined in the sunlight from above. Her divine nature continued to permeate the air around her as she slowly took step after step towards the astonished hare who stood tall and immobile. He was looking at her, his hazel eyes trapped by her golden ones, and his body incapable of moving.

Who was this woman who slowly walked towards him, giving him this face of equal confusion? Due to her towering height that stood over him by a foot, her golden eyes, and the obvious fact that she was a jackal, he assumed her to be Nefertiti's younger sister. Instead...

"Uncle... Scott...?"

His eyes grew wide.

"Nami?"

It was Nami York, his niece.

"Uncle Scott, it is you!" she said, her tone alluring yet also holding this cute casualness to it, "Oh! If I knew you'd be arriving so soon, I would have postponed my swim!" she stopped, resting her hands beneath her bosom in an inquisitive manner, "Wait... oooh! That's why Daddy left; it was to pick you up. I knew I shouldn't have fallen for that laxatives joke."

"L-laxatives?"

"Oh, don't worry about it, Uncle Scott," she replied as she sauntered over, giving these hip movements that appeared to be purely natural, "You're here now, and that's great! Dad's been super excited; he's acting younger than me! He must think having you around will make our house into a frat party, though I doubt Mommy'll let that happen."

She reached out her hand, drawing his gaze down. Such sensual and feminine hands, with long slender fingers and sharp black nails. When they reached down towards him, Scott found himself frozen in place. His gaze traveled along his niece's arm, straight up towards her face. And when he did, the sunlight struck her in a way that her face and front torso were covered in shadows. All he saw was her glowing golden eyes, and her smiling, purely white teeth.

"Uhhh..."

"Hmm? Oh! Is that your tablet!" Nami said as she swiveled around to Scott's side, peering easily over his shoulder towards his screen, "What were you drawing? Huh? Wow!"

He drew his gaze down to the screen before him, noticing the sketched designs he was working on. To him, it was nothing more than a scribbled mess. To her, it looked like he had nearly perfectly recaptured her living room in under a few seconds.

"Wow! Uncle Scott! You drew this?" Nami said as she clapped her hands together excitedly, "Eeeeh! I remember! You used to draw all the time! I still have the portraits you made of me when I was a child! It's been so long, I nearly forgot you're a world-class painter!"

"World-class? Uh... I wouldn't... say that, exactly," Scott said as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

Gazing back up towards his niece, Scott found her smiling back at him in a beaming manner. And it served to remind him of how much time had passed. When he last saw her, he remembered her clinging to his leg so much. She was a tiny, cute little pup then, but now she towered over him like some sort of athlete. Nefertiti was always taller than Keanu, but it shocked him to see that Nami had gained her mother's stature as well.

Including in... other areas...

Scott looked over again, the difference in height causing his gaze to line up perfectly with his niece's chest. Briefly he watched her breath, causing her breasts to expand momentarily before settling back in place. Seeing them so full against the bodice of her bikini, well...

Scott looked away again.

"Heeeyyyy! Namiiiii!" a voice suddenly called from the doorway, making the two look over to see--

"Daddy?"

"C'mon, Nami, stop hounding your uncle," Keanu said as he gestured for the doorway, "He's just been on a train for the past three days straight; I'm sure he's not ready to get asked one thousand and one questions from his overly curious niece."

"I'm not going to ask him one thousand and one questions," Nami said as she reached for a nearby towel, swiping it off a rack to press to her face, "I was going to ask him one thousand and _two_questions! Fufufufufu!"

"Veeerrry funny, Nami," Keanu said before bringing his gaze to his brother, "Come on, Scott! Let's get your things up to your room. Sorry for hanging you up like we did."

"Yeah... yeah... no problem..." Scott said.

As Keanu retreated back into his home, his younger brother stepped forward to follow. Before entering however, he took a look at Nami from over his shoulder. The glow of her golden eyes once again ensnared him, and the beaming smile she had on her face warmed his heart. She waved at her uncle and he waved back, before following his sibling inside. But once he slipped out of view, he missed it when Nami's faced shifted into something more... more... more...

Alluring.

...

Fwoo! Fwoo! Fwoo! Fwoo! Fwoo!

The blades of his fan swung overhead, again and again and again. His thumb slid across the screen of his smartphone, reading his email in hopes that - somewhere - he'd find a new job opening. But alas... no. The same as yesterday.

And the day before that.

And the day before that...

Aaahh...

"Ughhh..."

Scott laid back on the bed given to him by his brother, his expression forlorn as he watched the blades of his ceiling fan twirl around above him. He kept telling himself it was foolish to look for jobs constantly, knowing every time he got nothing back he'd only end up depressing himself further. He needed to get his mind away from such things.

He was here in luxury! Oceanside, the diamond of the west coast! From the train ride alone he saw nothing but beautiful sights, and when driving through the streets with his brother, these sights were only reaffirmed. He shouldn't be so down on himself, at least on the first day here. He should... haah... what's something his brother would say in a situation like this?

Live a little...? Or something?

Bringing himself up from his bed, Scott peered across the room towards his luggage that laid near the door. This was one of his brother's extra rooms, and yet this spare room was _larger_than the entire apartment he had back in Willington. The walls were white, the floors were brown, and close to the roof he saw hieroglyphs sketched into the wall. Was this house specifically built for his brother and sister-in-law? It would explain the flawless Egyptian accents in certain areas.

His bedroom had already been furnished with a drawer, a nightstand and a full body mirror, but aside from that, he was free to change it to his own whims. He particularly enjoyed the curtains, which hung over the glass doors that led to his room's balcony. His old apartment had a balcony too, but there's a difference between looking over the gray, industrial city that is Willington, and staring over the beautiful splendor that is Oceanside.

Haah... laying in the lap of luxury like this further showed the stark contrast between himself and his brother. While he was acting as a struggling artist in Willington, his brother was climbing the social latter as a very prominent lawyer. And look what this life had blessed him with. A beautiful and loving wife, an amazing son, seemingly endless riches...

And a divine daughter...

"Ghlgh... hmmm..."

Scott recoiled, then leaned back as he once again gazed towards his ceiling. Palming his forehead, he brushed his fingers through his hair as a sigh left him. He needed to stop doing that; comparing himself to his older brother. It was unhealthy, and would only serve to make him feel even lesser than he already did. Even Keanu was in his corner, always reminding him that it's not his fault he got laid off from his job; things like that happens in life.

Still, when your brother has almost everything, and you feel like you have almost nothing, it leaves one feeling inadequate more often than not.

But that's not to say he liked these thoughts, and he aimed to rid himself of them. So getting up from his bed, he once more shifted his gaze towards his luggage, deciding to start unpacking his things. One by one he pulled out clothes, stuffing and hanging them up within his closet. Not a lot of clothes, and most of them were of the boring, formal types. Personally, he always liked how cool it made him look whenever he dressed like a businessman. He preferred formal clothing to informal ones.

Once his closet was filled with clothes, he shifted his gaze over towards his other luggage. This one was his painting and drawing utensils. His easel was the largest item by far, so he pulled it out and put it together, resting it near the glass doors in his bedroom. After, he went about setting up his desk, placing his sketchbook and other painting tools around it. His gaze then slid towards his final suitcase, pulling it open to reveal his photography set, containing his high end camera, his tripod, various other attachments like zoom lens, flashes, even lamps and their stands.

Before Scott knew it, his bedroom was starting to look like his apartment; packed with his things, yet neatly so. It brought a smile to the hare's face, who placed his hands on his hips in a proud manner. It felt like his home now, even if the space was a little bit too big.

Now he just needs to fill it with the odor of dried paint...

Knock knock!

"Hey! Uncle Scott, you there?" a voice rang from the doorway, bringing his eyes over, "You're not like Daddy, so you're dressed in there, right?"

"Not like... what? Huh? Oh! Yes, yes, I'm dressed, Nami. You can come in. The door's unlocked."

Ears twitching, he heard and watched as the door opened to slowly reveal his niece. He thought he was ready for her following his run-in at the pool. He thought wrong.

Nami stepped inside slowly, her body clad in a white sundress. It was tied around her neck and was completely backless, whilst also flaunting her flawless shoulders. Cleavage exposing as well, it offered an unobstructed view of his niece's chest, and that's not all. The skirt of the sundress was rather short. Weren't sundresses supposed to come down to one's ankles? This one stopped right above her knees, showing off her legs. And with how tight it was around the midsection as well, her figure was once again on display.

Scott stepped back as his towering niece stood before him, a blush starting to form upon his cheeks. Nami didn't seem to notice her uncle's discomfort, even walking past him to marvel at the things he set up so far. A gasp of wonder left her lips as she dragged her slender fingers along his camera equipment, only to then snap her golden gaze upon his easel.

"I remember this," Nami said as she laid her hands behind her back and bent over, getting a better view of his painting tools, "Those times you visited when I was young! You'd always be sitting on a stool at your easel, painting or drawing..." she looked back at him, smiling, "Could you... do that again, sometime, Uncle Scott?"

"Huh? You mean... like draw you...?" he asked, to which she nodded energetically.

"Yes! Fufufu! It would be like old times; like I'm a little girl again!" Nami said as she clapped her hands together, "Fufufufu! Wouldn't that be great!" then she calmed down, taking a few steps towards her uncle, "I still have many of your old drawings you made of me. Even years ago, you were an amazing artist, so I'm curious to see how things have changed..." her gaze then shifted over towards his camera, "And maybe we can take a few photos too!" her gaze cut passed her uncle, peering out towards the window as she walked over, "You've just arrived in Oceanside, but you've seen most of its splendor, right? The train ride here offers so many views of the mountains, and when you were driving with Daddy, you saw the beach! I know it's a shock to you and you've just arrived but... I think you'll love it here, Uncle Scott."

She turned her head, facing him with that alluring smile of hers and those divine eyes. The look from her golden gaze froze Scott on the spot, making his mouth gape slightly. Like before at the pool, the light through the window showered her face in shadows, save for her heavenly eyes and magnetizing smile. Again Scott found himself compelled by his niece, though he wasn't sure what exactly she was asking of him. Yet he still said...

"Yes..."

"Hm? Yes what?" she asked, her alluring smile fading away to be replaced with something more curious and cute, "Fufufufu! You mean 'yes' to Oceanside's beauty? Or 'yes' to taking photos of me? Fufufufu! Regardless, I'd like both!"

"Uhhh! Uhmm... ohhh..."

He blushed and averted his eyes, while Nami filled the air around him with her giggles. They were so much more womanly than they were years ago, something Scott was struggling to realize. His niece had grown in all the years they spent away from one another, and one of the things she learned was the ability to relentlessly tease him. Like father, like daughter, he supposed.

"Umm... wh-why did you come to me anyway?" Scott asked, shifting the conversation.

"Oh! Right! Fufu! I came to pick you up for dinner!" Nami said as she placed her hands behind her back whilst smiling in his direction, "Mommy usually cooks or us, but since Daddy wanted your first day here to be nice, he's gotten food delivered to us!"

"Food... delivered, huh? From where? A Chinese restaurant from down the street?" he asked, to which his niece shook her head.

"No, silly! From Sunny's Vineyard!" she replied, making him choke on his spit as his eyes widened.

"Sunny's Vineyard? Like... thee Sunny's Vineyard?" he asked, to which she nodded.

"Fufufufufu, of course! Does it shock you, Uncle Scott?"

"Haah... man... you're going to give me a heart attack... hmm..." he shook his head, "You all... don't need to spend so much money on me; giving me a roof over my head is good enough."

"Oooh! Don't say that, Uncle Scott," Nami said as she pushed her arms out towards him, walking in with her hips swaying left to right, "You're no burden to us, promise. We are more than happy to have you. _I_am more than happy to have you."

"Nami... I-- hmmmff?"

She... hugged him. She brought him in, and hugged him. But everything was so... mismatched. Instead of him hugging his niece close to his chest, his niece was hugging him close to her chest. The size difference meant his face was pressed right up to her bosom, his powerful and sensitive ears more than capable of hearing her heart beat.

Thump... thump... thump... thump...

So simple...

"Now come on!" she said as she pulled away, leaving his eyes attracted to her cleavage, "Before Daddy comes up and yells at me for taking more of your time!"

"Huhh... hrrgh... right. I'm coming."

She giggled towards him, before grabbing his hand to tug him along. There was no escape for Scott from his towering niece, who pulled him out of his room. He stumbled briefly as he gazed upon her, his eyes attracted to her back. Her flawless, flawless back. Not even the golden rays of her blonde hair was enough to obstruct view of her elegant backside and smooth shoulders, probably because her hair was tied up into a ponytail Scott found his eyes magnetized to his niece's body, feeling something strange starting to rise in his chest.

His breathing was picking up... why was his breathing picking up?

"You and Daddy... you're not as close as I think you two are," Nami suddenly said, snapping Scott from his thoughts.

He thought about defending himself from his niece's claims, but when she looked at him, he once more was drawn in by her golden gaze. Her face was curious, eyebrow raised, lips in a slight pout, while she tried to figure out what was true. He relented, sighing as he looked over to the wall beside them.

"Uhh... well... you know your father and I are ten years apart, right?" Scott said, his frown growing longer, "Our parents... really weren't well for one another. Our Dad was super serious and super tense and super dedicated to his job, while our mom was more of a free spirit and artistic. How they stayed together for so long I'll never know. They got a divorce when I was six and your dad was sixteen and... yeah..." he shrugged his shoulders, "Keanu went to live with our dad, I stayed with Mom..."

"Fufufufu! Granddaddy really was serious," Nami stated with a wide grin, "It's kinda hard to believe Daddy was raised by him! And yet you are far more professional than he is, yet you were raised by Grandmommy? I find that so hard to believe!"

"Yeah... I drove my mother crazy with that," Scott muttered, "She did not like how tense I was while growing up. But I did inherit her art skills. But uh..." he shook his head, "While Keanu and I haven't spent a lot of time with one another, we always help each other to the best of our abilities. I always visited whenever he offered, you know that. Though..." he scratched his head sheepishly, "I admit... I've never helped him out with anything. He's always been so... self-sufficient. So confident. Like... you'd have to be to woo someone like Nefertiti, or manage it as a lawyer, or raise such... perfect kids..." Scott shook his head, "I don't think I could ever manage..."

He cut himself off as his eyes grew wide.

Did he just... pour his heart out to his niece? That wasn't supposed to happen! In fact, he talked far more than one would expect of the usually antisocial hare. Even he realized this as he looked back towards Nami, waiting to see her reaction.

What he got was a smile. This alluring, deep, glowing smile. It lacked any semblance of cuteness, any iota of a childishness, no. This smile was... womanly.

"I think you're self-sufficient too, Uncle Scott," she said, turning to face him as her beguiling smile and divine eyes began to dominate his vision, "And even confident, in your own special way. Fufufu... Daddy's like spice, you're like sugar. People like one more than the other... personally, I prefer sugar..."

"Su... gar...?"

"Nami!" Keanu suddenly called from upstairs, "Did you get Scotty yet?"

"Fufufufufu! We're coming, Daddy!" she answered, before facing her uncle once again, "C'mon, Uncle Scott! Let's go before Daddy gets impatient!"

Yet he stood there, frozen in place as his eyes once again ran along Nami's face. She went from alluring and even admittedly sensual, to cute and youthful in the blink of an eye. Even the golden gaze of her eyes was not as domineering as they were earlier as she turned to face the staircase. But as she took a few steps, she stopped, looking over her shoulder at her Uncle.

"Aren't you coming, Uncle Scott?" she asked, returning him to reality.

"Yes... I... I'm coming."

...

As Scott had come to learn, Keanu's house was not large in the typical sense. When you think of a large home, you think of a wide one; space that goes over a ample amount of perimeter, right? Well, his brother's home was still large, just not along the x-axis... or... uh... the York Family home was tall, not wide. It had the first floor, a second floor... a third floor, then a basement one... and a basement two.

Look, his brother's home was big, and he was still discovering things about it.

The difference in time had left Scott going to sleep early, and of course, waking up early. Three hours earlier than usual, that is. He usually woke up at ten on weekdays, eleven on weekends, but of course, that was back when he had steady employment. Still, a weekday is a weekday, and so here Scott stood 7AM in the morning and wide awake.

Standing on the balcony of his newly acquired room, Scott gazed out beyond the trees surrounding his brother's home and off to the distance. The morning sun was rising over beyond the mountains to the east, casting most of the city in cool shadows, though glimmering lights of sunlight were peaking through at times as well.

Resting his hands on the banister of his balcony, he gasped in awe at the beautiful luster on offer before him. While he missed sights like sunlight streaking off the surface of silver buildings in Willington, he would be lying if he said he didn't prefer Oceanside's mixture of natural beauty and commerce. The mountains alone caused his creative juices to flow, making him bring out his camera to snap shots of it, before sweeping over to take shots of the ocean.

People were even starting to rise this early in the morning; some for work, some for pleasure. Oceanside is such a interesting place.

"Huh... hmmm..."

Perking up, he looked over his shoulder as he retreated into his room, placing his camera aside. Before he got up and started moving around for the day, he needed to freshen himself up. A shower, brush his teeth, comb his hair; you know the typical gist. It was typically one of the first things he did in the morning before heading out, though he wasn't sure if he was heading out anywhere today.

Unfortunately, Keanu didn't actually share with him the location to a bathroom in this gargantuan house. Following dinner yesterday and his long train ride, not to mention his run in with Nami, Scott retreated to his bedroom and practically passed out. Now awake with the need to shower and relieve himself, he realized how bothersome it was to not know where a bathroom was.

He could ask Keanu, but at this time of day, he and Nefertiti were probably asleep, and like an eight-year-old child who didn't want to bother his parents, he decided not to stir them. So instead he pushed through into the hall outside, stepping downstairs as he came to the main floor of his brother's home.

"Hmm... where is...?"

Can't you see that I won't waste your time!

I won't waste your time!

I sense something divine in you!

Something divine in you~~!

Yes I do!

Oooh-hooo!

"What!?"

His ears perked up, picking up on music from around the corner. Looking over its edge, he stepped into a hall he hadn't traveled down when he first arrived for it wasn't important at the time. Now he staggered down it, slowly and curiously, searching for the music as he came to a pair of glass doors. It was something energetic and peppy; the perfect music to workout to.

Work... out...?

To his left, Scott came across wide, glass doors. Peering through them, he saw on the other end various gym equipment. A weightlifting machine, dumbbells, treadmills, bike machines, and yoga balls, among other things the hare had no idea what to call. It was a personal, in-home gym, one that lead out to the backyard deck of his brother's mansion through more glass doors. He could see this is where his brother's hot tub was, perhaps placed for an easy soak following a rigorous workout.

But none of this really mattered, not at the moment as he walked up towards the glass doors of the gym. The music was coming from here, flowing through a loud smartphone as it played for its owner. And that owner was currently...

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

Yeah... that...

Across the room on a treadmill, she ran in place with her smartphone resting right next to her. How fast was it moving? He... couldn't even begin to tell you. He was just so... so mesmerized, so magnetized by the heavenly body of the woman on the treadmill.

A jackal of course, her black fur glowing as sweat poured down her figure. As she ran upon her treadmill, she did so with such hypnotic movements. The way her body moved was... without equal, without rival. This shake of her hips, the curvature of her butt, and with the gym shorts she wore on her body, none of it was hidden from view. It curved perfectly around her hips, squeezed down on her thighs, and even offered a slight glimpse at the crack of her buttocks. Her tail was risen too, making sure than anyone and everyone could see the perfect beauty that was her posterior.

This went on to her legs, which were also so perfect and strong. Thighs that were wide yet muscular, lifting her forward with great speeds. Huh? What? Oh, right, more than even that! Her entire body was this... athletic... olympian... divine form that just couldn't be matched. From her shoulders so smooth, to her back so sensual, to her figure so tight; there were none whom he'd dare call her rival.

Her golden-blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail, swishing and swaying left to right in time with her jaunting strides. But then she reached up, grabbing the clips that held her ponytail in place and pulling them apart. When she did, her shimmering locks fell and fell and fell and fell, like rays of light cast from the sun. Casually she flicked her hand through her hair, tossing it up and letting it billow briefly, before falling once more. Just this slight motion had Scott palming up against the glass doors which barred entry from the gym, desperate to... to... to...

Draw her!

And then after he'd draw her, he would... would... would...

"Haaah! Okay!" said the jogging woman as she slowed her treadmill to a stop, "That's enough for this morning... haahh!"

She moved her hand over, turning off her music. And once it died, Scott returned to reality. He was just... ogling his...

"Hmm? Uncle Scott?"

Even through the glass, he heard her perfectly. He looked up, his eyes immediately meeting the piercing golden eyes belonging to Nami. Her expression looked surprised, while her body turned fully to meet him. He shivered... because his eyes darted down to her chest. Like her legs, her chest was covered in a white sports bra, so her arms and shoulders were out to bare, along with her toned core. But it was her busty breasts which enthralled him the most, with a noticeable sweat stain right in the middle. It was so dark, and... dripping and... and... and...

Oh... he was falling...

Thunk!

"Aaahh!? Nnnghh!?"

"Oh! U-Uncle Scott!" Nami cried.

He heard her running towards him, while he pulled his head up, rubbing the back of it. Honestly, the pain at the back of his head was exactly what he needed, for it took his thoughts away from the rather blatant ogling he was doing just moments ago.

Before that voyeurism returned tenfold.

Nami slipped out of the in home gym, rushing to her uncle and bringing his gaze up... right with her chest.

Plap!

"Are you okay, Uncle Scott?" Nami asked as she hugged his head up against her bosom, making his nostrils flare.

"Mmmfphh!? N-Namiii!"

He took in her sweat, took in her smell. The odor filled him like a hit from an untrustworthy energy drink, making him jolt up quickly. But in doing so, he only ground his head more into Nami's bosom, realizing they were incredibly, and I do men incredibly soft. It was like he was resting his head against warm marshmallows, with the only thing stopping him being this thin garment called a sports bra.

"Oh! S-sorry if I hurt you, Uncle Scott!" Nami apologized as she finally pulled away, allowing him to stare in into her eyes, "You just startled me! I didn't hear you coming downstairs or anything!"

"Hmm... with your music playing so loud... I'm not surprised," he replied as his ears dropped, "Aahh... d-don't worry... I've had paint jars fall on my head before so... hitting my head against the wall is nothing new."

"Fufufufufu! Still, sorry, Uncle Scott," Nami said as she brushed hair behind her ear, showing him the wide beauty of her brilliant smile, "I'm not used to others waking up as early as I do. Mommy and Daddy are usually still asleep by this time... Oh! Right! Fufufufu! How silly of me; you lived on the east coast, so you wake up earlier! Just like how you went to bed earlier!"

"It's... fine... really," Scott replied as he got up to his feet, his hand rubbing the back of his head

Looking up at Nami, he read the smile on her face whilst also taking note of the massive difference in height between them. When had his niece grown up? No... she didn't just grow; she flowered. The cute jackal who used to cling to his leg and arms, begging him to draw all sorts of things was nowhere to be seen. She was now this towering and imposing young woman, one with these glowing golden eyes, brilliant blonde hair, and alluring yet cute face.

Alluring because she was without a doubt a very, very beautiful woman. Cute because no matter what, he couldn't see her as anything but his niece. But now those waters were getting... muddled...

"Gkgghh...!"

"Huh? Is something wrong?" Nami asked, watching as her uncle averted his eyes.

"No... uh... nothing's wrong," he said whilst rubbing the back of his head to soothe the pain. Noticing this, Nami reached out and--

Glomp!

"Mmmfff!?"

She hugged him, bringing his cute bunny face right up against her bosom. His eyes widened but he said nothing, while she gently stroked the slight throbbing at the back of his head. Her smell came back with a vengeance, and the soft, gentle cradling of her breasts against his head soothed him. Reaching out for Nami, he instinctively hugged back against her, while she rested her chin atop his head.

"You used to hug me like this all the time when I was young..." Nami whispered, "I could fit right in your lap... hmm... and I'd fall asleep against your chest, listening to your heart."

"Nami..."

"You've always been so kind to me, Uncle Scott, always spoiled me," she continued, "And now that you're down in life, it's my turn to spoil you."

"Sp... spoil...?" he repeated, his voice muffled by her breasts.

"Fufufufufufufu! Don't worry..."

Her voice, her tone... so adult, so mature, so womanly. He couldn't hear Nami his niece; he heard Nami the woman. And it sent a heat through his body.

"So!" Nami suddenly said, pulling away as her tone went right back to being an energetic young woman, "Let me make breakfast for you, Uncle Scott! I'm not as good a chef as Mommy is, but I'm sure I'm still more than good enough to impress! Besides, when's the last time you've had home-cooked breakfast?"

But Scott was still flummoxed by his niece and their brief embrace, gazing up towards her with his mouth wide and his cheeks blushing. Nami didn't seem to mind as she positioned her hands behind her back, giving him such a beaming smile as she even bent over. Such cute, almost belittling movements thanks to her towering height, but Scott was far too dazed to notice such a thing. He just needed to shake his head and...

"Yeah... I'd love some breakfast..."

...

SSSSSSSSsssssssSSSSSSSSSsssssssSSSssssSSSSSSS!!!

My eyes roll in my head!

I toss and turn in my bed!

In the morning when I think about you!

"Yes I do!

Simply put,

You're the reason why,

Even though I'm real shy!

"Real Shy!"

I attempt to look my best for you!

"Indeed I do, just for you!"

She smell of cooking food flowing into his nose... not too dissimilar to odors he'd smell when sitting in his favorite diner on the east side. Only now, things were far more homely, far more warm. The only time he'd feel warm as his favorite diner was when Bernadetta called him 'Honeysuckle'... but we're getting a bit out of hand.

Like everything in his brother's home, the kitchen went beyond 'high-tech' and straight into lavish territory. So silver, so pristine, lacking any sort of grime or dirt. What it did have in abundance off was - of course - Egyptian hieroglyphs running along the walls, and even a few figures around of Egyptian gods. Most notably had to be Anubis himself, perhaps due to Nefertiti and Nami being jackals.

Speaking of jackals...

Leaning against the island counter in the center of the kitchen, Scott gazed over towards his niece, watching as she jaunted around the kitchen. She was frying him some eggs, bacon and pancakes, and with the number of stoves the kitchen had, she could cook at least six more things. Was it necessary to have that many stove tops?

Like before in the gym, her body was on full display as she did so, for the jackal hadn't changed out of her gym clothes. So, yes, Scott could marvel at Nami as she moved left and right whilst singing along with her music, watching her body bounce one way to the other. Such striding movements, filled with the poise and grace of a woman of her age and caliber.

He particularly enjoyed how... happy she was. She never stopped smiling, her golden eyes never stopped glowing, and her hair never stopped bouncing. Nami was the kind of girl who you'd never see looking down; she truly was her father's daughter.

"Hmmm..."

Snitch... snitchle... snitch...

"Mmmm..."

Laxly, he drew something into a napkin at his side, not really paying attention to himself as he did so. His head was filled with images of Nami however, thinking over what happened earlier outside of the gym, and her claims of 'spoiling' him. What did she mean by that?

"There!"

Clack!

"Ah!? Nami!" he said, taken aback as she suddenly placed a plate of food in front of him.

The bacon, the pancakes, the scrambled eggs; everything was made to perfection! In fact, how did she know he liked his eggs scrambled? And with cheese mixed into them as well? That's not something he told her!

Looking up at her face however, he saw the beaming smile she had on display as she sat beside him at the island counter. Those golden eyes... penetrating his very state of being. Scott smiled back at her in a demure manner, before thanking her silently as he readied a fork in hand. With mere eyesight alone, she told him to eat his meal, waiting to see his reaction. She was clearly the type who wanted to be praised for her cooking prowess, no matter the level.

Well...

"Nomph... mmfff..."

"Fufufufufu! Is it good, Uncle Scott?" Nami asked, to which he nodded.

"It's... it's great, Nami," he replied whilst smiling at her, "I couldn't begin to tell you the last time I've had breakfast like this."

"Fufufu! What, you've never had a woman stay over and cook for you in the morning?" she asked in a teasing, mischievous manner, snapping him in place.

"What? N-no! Never!" he replied, which only made her laugh louder.

"Don't act so embarrassed, Uncle Scott! I was just joking!" she then leaned forward, resting her chest against the counter, "I know you're not the type of guy to do something like that."

The way she was presented... he once more could gaze down the cleavage of her clothing and straight into the valley of her breasts. Had... had they grown bigger since a few moments ago, or was he just losing his mind? Yeah, he was just losing his mind. He needed to focus on something... anything else.

Fortunately... no... unfortunately, Nami asked another pinpoint question.

"I've never seen you be with anyone before, have I?" his niece remarked as she prodded her fingers together, "Why is that, Uncle Scott? Have you never found someone you like?"

"Huh? Uuuhhhhhh..."

Pinned in place by Nami's question, Scott thought back to his past and the women there. Of which, there were very, very, very few. Of relationships one would consider 'serious', he had... two? One in college, another after... and nothing. And he knew the reason why.

"I've always been too busy," Scott muttered as he looked at Nami, getting lost in her glorious golden eyes, "For years I worked at a travel agency, so they sent me all around the world to take photos for them and their brochures. That... that left me with little time for relationships and dates..."

But there was more there, more to his words, and Scott felt compelled to share it. Those eyes. Those golden eyes.

"But even if I had the chance... I probably wouldn't have gone for it," he continued on, admitting to it, "I've never felt... good... enough..."

"Oooooh... that's it," Nami said as she pressed her fingers together, "But I disagree... I think you never found someone who was good enough for you..."

"I... uhhh..."

"So... if you haven't been with many people... are you still a_virgin?_"

"I... I..."

His eyes grew wide. Even when compelled by her golden gaze, he was cognizant enough to notice her question, and how she probably shouldn't be asking her uncle such a thing. But when he looked back at her, he noticed her face hadn't bent in the slightest; it was still the domineering visage of a powerful jackal. And he was a meek hare, regardless of him being her uncle.

So he just about...

"I--"

"Sniff sniff... I smell food..."

The both of them looked over to the entrance to the kitchen, eyes falling on Keanu. Dressed in nothing but a simple white t-shirt and some shorts, the groggy-eyed hare clearly just woke up from bed. Seeing him brought two contrasting expressions to Scott and Nami; his brother regressed back into his seat and looked away, while Nami giggled.

"Good morning, Daddy!" she said, immediately dropping her beguiling mannerisms to become cute once again.

"Good morning, Nami. Morning, Scotty," Keanu said as he cracked a few bones in his neck and back, "Ghrhgh! Smelled food. Can never say 'no' to food. Especially food my daughter makes!"

"Oh Daddy! You flatter me!" Nami said cheekily.

"Sniff... sniff... mmm... but I don't just smell food I...sniff..." Keanu's eyes snapped on his brother, "Hey, Scotty, did you shower yet?"

"Uhhh... no, I haven't," he answered, "I'm not sure where the showers are..."

"Daddy!? You didn't tell Uncle Scott where the bathroom was?" Nami said in a scolding manner, making her dad recoil.

"Heeeeyyy! Cut me some slack! He went to bed early last night and it slipped my mind!" her father said defensively, "My bad though, Scotty. I'll show you to the bathroom quickly! Personally, I think you'll love bidets; it cleans your asshole for you."

"DADDYYY!!!"

"Hey! But it does!"

"I... I know what a bidet is... I've used them before," Scott muttered, making Keanu chuckle.

"Riiiight... you have been all around the world, right Scotty?" his older brother said as he pointed behind him, "C'mon, follow me; I'll show you to the showers. You'll love it; our house is so big, you'll have a bathroom all to yourself!"

"Thanks but, let me finish my... huh?"

Looking down, Scott saw that he'd already finished his breakfast... but when? He didn't remember eating that much as he spoke with Nami. Maybe he had? He felt full... jeeze... he was so out of it during their conversation, he left nothing but scraps on his plate. Pretty good food too... Nami could cook.

"Yeah... um... let's go, Keanu," Scott said as he stood up from the counter.

"Fufufufu! I'll cook you something when you come back, Daddy," Nami said, bringing a smile to her father's lips.

"Greeaat! Let's go, Scotty!"

Taking lead point, Keanu brought his brother out of the kitchen, leaving Nami behind. She stood tall beside the counter, watching as her uncle slipped from view. Placing her hands behind her, the jackal swayed left and right while her smile grew wider and wider.

"Delicious... ah..."

Her eyes traveled down, falling upon the napkin Scott was casually drawing on. And what did she see? Herself. For her Uncle, it was nothing more than a crude sketch, but even something that he'd consider his scraps looked better than the scribbles most people called 'art'. Scott drew a side profile shot of her, copying her fit figure, her slim waist, and adding more than just a few detailed lines on her butt and chest.

Grabbing the napkin and raising it up, Nami hugged it to her chest and squealed with desire.

...

If one thing was consistent about Scott, it's that he's never -never - been known to skip out on his outward appearance. He was no diva, not the type of person who agonizes over having perfect hair, or making sure his fur had a specific shine to it, or that his ears were straight perfectly, but he did maintain his personal hygiene. No, Scott's always been professional, always been formal. In Willington, he was a dime a dozen; many men and women wore business formal as they walked through the gray city streets. Here in Oceanside, well, he looked forward to how his clothes clashed with others.

As he would back at home, he did here; putting on a white, button up shirt with short sleeves, and tan slacks that tapered off into his brown suede shoes. Honestly? He felt a little loosely dressed.

"Hey Scotty!" a voice came echoing through his door, "Are you dressed in there? You're not like my husband, and like to... prance around naked in your bedroom, do you?"

"Huh? Oh... uh... no, Nefertiti," he replied as he walked to the door, "Wait... umm... I mean, 'no' to the prance around naked thing. I am dressed."

Opening the door, he came face to face with the towering beauty that is his sister-in-law. Now - as many times before in their past - Scott found it hard to really talk to Nefertiti. Not because he disliked her or anything, but more so because he always felt belittled by her. The height, the beauty, the strength in her amazonian form; Nefertiti was everyone's superior, save maybe her husband.

"Fufufufufu! You look handsome today, Scott," said the jackal as she flashed him a smile, making him blush and avert his eyes.

"Thanks... oh! Is uh... hm... is Keanu calling for me?" he asked, to which she shook her head.

"No, no. Oh, my husband's such a terrible homeowner. Here you are, his brother, stuck in new place, and he's rushing off for work," he rolled her eyes, "That bunny of mine. No, Scotty, I came to give you this."

Reaching her hand away into her pockets, she returned with keys to the house. They were silver, the back of them having the imprint of - you guessed it - an Egyptian god. Not Anubis this time, but instead Ra from what he could tell. The keys were also connected to a button; the same button Keanu pressed to open the house's gates.

"Just in case you decide to take your brother up on the offer of a car," Nefertiti explained, "But we also have side gates that the keys work on if you just want to go out for a walk."

"Hmm... thanks, Nefertiti. For all that you and Keanu have done for me," Scott said as his ears twitched.

"Don't mention it, Scotty. I know it's going to take you a while to adjust to things, but know we are family, and we'll always help and take care of one another," Nefertiti claimed with a warm, approachable smile on her lips, "Fufufufu! And I can already tell your arrival has had a positive change on Nami. She's smiling so much!"

"She... she is...?"

"Fufufufu! Of course she is! I think she was more excited for you coming to live with us than Keanu was!" Nefertiti continued, "Ah... I'm so thankful for it too; I was afraid Nami would be off-putting, considering her age. But she's really warmed up to you, even shared the desire to have you draw her like old days. You know, she's kept every picture you've drawn of her before you started your travels."

"Yes... she's mentioned that a few times. Huh... I can't believe she'd keep such old things..."

"Fufufufu! You're so modest, Scotty. You are an amazing artist, honestly," she stepped back, "Now with you having your keys, I must be off. Keeping this house running is no easy feet; I have my own work to return to."

"Thanks again for this, Nefertiti," he said as he watched her walk off.

"Don't mention it, Scotty."

Once she slipped from view, he lifted the keys in his hand, checking it over. Now he could come and go as he pleased... though said thoughts were steadily placed aside as his mind wondered over to Nami. Hearing how she kept all his portraits of her was rather embarrassing... but also flattering. They were probably all so bad though, since he was still honing his skills at that age. Perhaps he should give her a new portrait, since she was no longer a little girl.

No longer little... but still so cute... but also... very... very... al... lur... ing...

"Mmm..."

Raising his hand and palming his chest, Scott's expression grew sour... and understandably so. In his mind, he was filled with images of his niece, and the beautiful woman she grew up to be. Her blonde hair that seemed to attract the rays of sunlight itself, her divine body of great height and voluptuous figure, and above all, her golden eyes which bewitched him without fail.

But... these are not feelings an uncle should be having towards his niece, and it left him with the desire to wretch. Personally, he blamed it on him not really sharing space with a female in a more confide space since... well... forever, really. Well, no, there was that time he shared a hotel room with a fellow photographer of his who was a female, but that doesn't really equate to right now. Nor does it explain why he's growing an attraction to Nami, when he felt nothing towards Nefertiti. Why? Because Nefertiti was his brother's wife? Well Nami was his brother's daughter; his niece!

He just found himself powerless towards her. When next she speaks...

"Uncle Scott!"

He wasn't sure if he'd be able to say 'no' to her...

Looking down the hall when his name echoed out, he knew it was coming from Nami. He expected a change of clothes following her workout that morning, but he still wasn't prepared for what she was wearing exactly.

A white jacket hung on her shoulders, the zipper parted and undone to show what she wore beneath. It was a sports bra, off-white in color, and snuggled close to her chest in order to compress it... but doing a rather awful job to be honest. The cleavage was there of course, and it stopped just shy of her belly to - once more - expose her toned core.

Her legs did not fare much better. Forgoing pants, she wore a two-toned skirt; white and yellow in colors. It barely covered her butt let alone her thighs, stopping more than just a few inches of her knees. One jump, or hope, or twist, or any movement too fast in any direction, would flash anyone her panties... but from the looks of things, she wasn't wearing modesty shorts of any kind.

And to finish it all off, she was wearing a visor cap on her head.

Altogether, it made for a sporty appearance, making Nami look even more like a young, fit athlete than she already did. If only Scott could stand to look at her for more than just a few moments, without feeling a welling of certain feelings within his body and groin. Biting into his bottom lip, the hare felt even more ashamed, averting his eyes as he looked down the opposing hall.

"N-Nami. Is something wrong?" he asked, to which she shook her head.

"Of course not, Uncle Scott," she said as she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him straight into the stretchy fabric of her sports bra, "Fufufufu! I came for you!"

"You... came for me?" he muttered, working his head out of her cleavage to gaze up into her face.

"Since Mommy and Daddy have work, they wanted me to help you adjust to life in Oceanside. I came to... take you out for a little while, Uncle Scott," Nami explained, which only further took the hare aback.

"Like... take me out to... the mall or something...?" he muttered, to which she shook her head.

"Fufufufu! Some of my friends are gathering for some fun at their tennis court," she explained whilst gesturing over her shoulder with her thumb, "I thought it would be pretty fun to bring you along. I'd hate for you to stay stuffed up at the house all day; it be choking!"

"Well... not really. I've spent days alone in my apartment, and this is easily larger than that," he replied, making her roll her eyes.

"Unnnccllleee! Look, I'm trying to get you out of here! Maybe I'm moving too fast, but you're in Oceanside; you live here now! You'll have plenty of time to explore the house in the future, but my friend is only visiting for the summer break! I'd hate for you to miss out on the chance of meeting her! If you think our house is great, then you'll love her summer house!"

"Everyone here is so rich..." Scott muttered whilst reaching aside for his satchel, "It still goes over my head... b-but I'm coming."

"Great! I'll be down by the car; don't wait too long!"

He nodded, watching as she turned to walk down the hall towards the stairs. And... he was proven correct. With the way her tail moved up, and how her body moved, her skirt fluttered around her hips and buttocks. He could see the panties beneath...

White with blue stripes... or blue with white stripes? It... doesn't matter...

He felt... so ashamed...

...

So that pink BMW? The one he thought belonged to Nefertiti? Yeah, no, it wasn't Nefertiti's car; it was Nami's. Apparently, the matriarch jackal usually drives the family Escalade, and the pink BMW was her daughter' graduation gift from high school. Go figure.

Wind blew through Scott's flaxen locks as he stared at their surroundings. The hood of the pink car was down, allowing him to see their surroundings as they drove by. So many people walking by on these luxurious hills, making him gasp in awe at it. If only he could draw whilst driving down the street at sixty miles an hour.

Wasn't the speed limit of these roads like... thirty?

"Ah! There it is!" Nami shouted, drawing his attention to the more beach side abodes, "There's Malin's summer home!"

"Malin?" Scott muttered, "Malin who?"

"Malin Schlussel, silly!" his niece replied as they took to the side roads, heading up towards the beach house.

"What? Schlussel? Like... like... KeyStar Inc., sports affiliate and major corporation Schlussel?" Scott said in shock, "Does... does your family work for all the rich businesses?"

"Fufufufufu! I love your shocked face, Uncle Scott. It's so cute!" Nami said, her tone belittling but... it brought a blush to his face nonetheless.

More and more he felt out of place among his family and their life. Constantly rubbing and bumping shoulders with people who - in all honesty - run the world. And now they were driving up to this opulent house, one of smooth angles and edges. If the York Family house was mostly Spanish in theme save for the abundance of Egyptian aesthetic within, then this building was far more minimalist in nature. Cubes, rectangles, squares, wide windows, primarily black and white in color; all of it so very smooth and flawless. Scott's eyes grew bright at the sight of this home, while the car they were in slowed to a halt right in the drive thru.

"Great! Looks like everyone's here!" said Nami as she turned the car off, "C'mon, c'mon, let's go!"

"Huh? Oh! Right, c-coming, Nami."

He followed his niece along, clutching his satchel close whilst scanning their surroundings. When they made it to the door, he heard Nami casually talk with someone named Kaoru on the other end of the home's intercom system; probably their head-housemaid. He expected to see said maid when the door opened up, but instead...

He saw a human girl. No, wait, not a human exactly; she was a_hybrid_. Half human, half squirrel. Blonde hair, blonde ears, blonde tail, with yellow eyes. Not quite as golden as Nami's eyes, but more like honey.

She was a short young woman, shorter than Keanu in fact! But this tomboyish streak ran through her, what with her short blonde hair, hoop earings, and her powerful visage. When she looked up at someone, it was more like she was looking down on someone; even Nami! So imagine what her powerful visage did to someone like Scott?

She - like his niece - was dressed in a sporty manner. A sleeveless crop top with a collar - white and burgundy in color - along with a white and burgundy skirt of similar length to Nami's. But at least she had the foresight to put on some modesty shorts. Aside from that though, her clothes were much like his niece's; flaunting her shoulders and fit body.

Was everyone in Oceanside so... godlike in their athleticism?

"Hey, Nami," said the blonde squirrelgirl, her eyes sweeping over towards Scott, "Who's this? Your new boyfriend or something?"

"WHAT!?"

"Fufufufufuf! No! Malin, remember what I said a week ago? This is my uncle, Scott," Nami replied before bringing her gaze over, "Uncle Scott, this is my friend, Malin."

"N-nice to meet you," Scott said as he offered his hand to the squirrelgirl to shake it, "I'm Scott York... Nami's uncle. Umm..." he then cocked his head, "Are you really... like... Malin Schlussel? Daughter of Bernhard and... Mary Schlussel?"

"Hmm... you clearly are new to this place," Malin remarked in an off-handed manner, a smirk adorning her lips, "Yes, I am, and I'd rather like it if you didn't bring up my parents while you're here. I'm the one who's out on vacation and..." she pulled over her large, squirrel tail, revealing a tennis racket in its clutch, "I'd rather like to enjoy it without boring adult talk," her eyes then ran over to Nami, "That goes double for you, Nami."

"What? I haven't even said anything yet!" she replied, though Malin merely rolled her eyes.

"Come on; Amelia and Chester are already here, so let's not fuck around..." the heiress stated as she gestured down the hall.

"C'mon, Uncle Scott!"

He nodded in Nami's direction, following behind though he curiously looked around the building around them. From one mansion to another; these strange places of luxury went way over Scott's head. This summer home was like stepping into a spaceship meant for kings and queens! White floors, black walls, pictures and portraits of family members and places; all of it surrounding him and making Scott feel even lesser than before.

But all of this paled in comparison to when they stepped through glass doors, coming to a wide open tennis court. This summer home had a tennis court on it that would make tennis aficionados water at the mouth! Wide and spacious, with the beautiful sun overhead and a view of the beach in the distance, with some greenery around them as well; it was perfect even to someone like Scott!

So perfect in fact, he needed too--

Thack!

"HAAAH! That's a double-bounce, bitch! Get shit on!"

"Dammit, Amelia! I already told you, I'm no fucking good at tennis!"

"Uh-huh, yeah right! You're just sorry as shit!"

Scott brought his gaze over, eyes falling on two people who already stood on the tennis court with rackets in hand. One of them was currently hopping up and down victorious, grinning in a manner that flashed her fangs. She was a bat, eighteen or nineteen years of age, with flaming red, orange and yellow hair. Her eyes were green, and freckles laid upon her face, dotting along her cheeks. With mocha brown fur yet such vibrant red hair, she had the disposition and figure of a tomboy, especially with that athletic build and impressive wingspan.

And then there was her opponent, a rather hapless and annoyed doberman who stood at a height similar to Nami, maybe even a little bit taller. His coat appeared to be black, but when the sun struck him, it gained a more brownish sheen to it. He was a stout and powerful looking young man, especially with his sharp brown eyes that looked like they could penetrate anything. And with an open jacket on his shoulders that flaunted his muscular build, yeah, someone as meek as Scott understandably felt outclassed by someone like him.

Seriously! Was everyone in Oceanside fucking beautiful!?

"Huh? Oh, hey, Nami! What's up!" said the redheaded bat as she leaned on the tennis court's net, showing off her cleavage as she did so, "You showed up!" she then swept her gaze over towards Scott, making him swallow his spit, "Oooooh! Who's the cutie with you?"

"C-cutie?" he muttered, only for Nami to step in his way defensively.

"This is my uncle, Scott! Remember, I said he'd be coming to live with us some time ago?" his niece explained, making the bat go--

"Oooooh! Riiiighhtt! Heh heh! Nice to meet you, Mr. Scott," she then began fiddling with her ear, "Tell me... is there a _Mrs._Scott around here somewhere?"

"WHAT!?"

"Urgh... ignore her," Nami said as she tugged on her uncle's arm while the bat laughed aloud, "That's my friend, Amelia Morris."

"Amelia... Morris...? Let me guess... daughter of the hotel chain owner?" Scott said lowly, though with her powerful ears, she easily heard him.

"Yup! That's my Pops, Mathew Morris!" said the bat whilst grinning, making Scott face palm himself.

"And this is Chester Buchanan," Nami said, to which the doberman raised his hand, saying in a lax manner,

"Sup..."

"Buchanan? I... I don't know a Buchanan..." Scott said, making the doberman grin.

"Yeah... guess compared to wealthy business conglomerates, my mom's far more 'modest'. She's the owner of the Document City Arrows," he said.

So Malin was the daughter of sports magnate Bernhard Schlussel and his wife, tennis star Mary Schlussel, Amelia was the daughter of hotel chain owner Mathew Morris, and Chester was the son of the Arrow football team owner, Veronica Buchanan? And where did he stack up on thing? As the poor uncle who had to move in with his brother?

He'd felt small before but... damn... he felt so... _insignificant_now.

"Alright, alright, enough fucking around," Malin said as she laxly waved her hand through the air, "You two, get your asses off the court; I'm playing Nami now."

"Yeah, I don't blame you. Playing this sorry fuck would be a waste of time," Amelia said whilst shooting Chester a sassy grin, much to the doberman's annoyance.

"Oh fuck off, Amy. I'm no damn tennis player; I play basketball," he replied as he and Amelia left the court for the benches aside.

"Alright, Uncle Scott, wish me luck," Nami said as she took her racket, preparing it in hand, "Fufufu! And relax; Amelia and Chester are cool people. Though..." she leaned in close to her uncle, "Don't let Amelia try her 'help me find the bathroom' trick. I don't want her taking you from me."

"Huh? What? But I don't even know where the... bathroom is..." he muttered in response.

But Nami left for the court, leaving Scott to stand aside in a somewhat confused manner. It took him a couple of moments to pick up on the whole 'taking' comment, but by the time he did, she was already on her side of the court preparing herself for a casual game with her friend. He hadn't realized he was standing in the way until Chester called, saying,

"Hey! Mr. Scott! The bench is over here!"

"Huh? Oh! Right! Coming!"

Heading over towards the bench, he watched as Nami performed a few stretches; twisting her body one way then the other to help loosen up her joints. Once she was sure she was ready, she prepared her racket in hand, then looked over towards her uncle to shoot him a wink. It made him tense up, a blush adorning his cheeks as he sat down.

On his right sat Chester, who was starting to watch them play. To his left there was Amelia, casually clicking away at her phone. So stuck in between, Scott reached into his satchel, pulling out his tablet and pen where he opened up one of his preferred art app... and then he got to work.

His focuses were tight at first; he wanted to draw the landscape. The tennis court, the palm trees in the back, maybe a bit of the beach, but nothing more. But as he got a mental snapshot of Malin and Nami, swinging their rackets as they moved left and right, caching up with the tennis ball to knock it back, he found himself focusing intently upon his niece.

Divinity in motion; that's what he'd describe her as. Everything she did was flawless; moving fast, but not too fast, swinging hard, but not too hard. A twist here, a turn there, a pivot, and pirouette; everything felt so practiced, so peerless, so perfect. That's not to say Malin was a slouch either; the squirrelgirl was more than capable of catching up with the jackal. But even with the fit heiress just a few yards away, Scott could not pull his eyes away from Nami.

He loved her hair tied up like a ponytail. He loved the way it swung left and right in tune with her movements. He loved how it fanned and spilled along her back, streaking down before tapering towards her hips. He could see glimpses of her toned midsection from behind her blonde hair, starting to glow as sweat began percolating upon her form.

But none of this compared to her butt. That fit... tight... butt. As he feared, the skirt she wore did nothing to block view of her behind. She'd quickly speed around to catch a ball, flashing him her panties which... which... had quite the affect on him.

His body was getting hot, surging through him and - once again - centering upon his groin. Thank the heavens for his satchel resting on his lap, or else he may be sporting a visible tent which would... well... would ruin everything to put it lightly!

But he could not control himself when it came to the movements of his fingers and pen. As if driven by a force outside of his control, he began drawing Nami more and more. The detailed image of his statuesque niece overtook her side of the court, positioned in specific manner.

At one moment during their game, Malin and Nami stopped to catch their breaths. The hybrid took a swig from her bottle of cold water, while his niece bent forward. Her hands rested on her knees, and her skirt pulled up juuuuust soooooo sliiiiiiightly. It was a position he had seen many an athlete perform in their day, but it was just so different when Nami did it.

This powerful, elegant, beautiful young woman he was gaining an attraction to was his niece... and he was struggling to differentiate the two.

"Soooooo~~~! Mr. Scott!" Amelia suddenly said, snapping him from his sordid thoughts and bringing him to reality, "Nami says you're a world-famous painter or something like that... is it true?"

"M-me? No... I... I'm no world-famous painter..." Scott replied, "I paint... I draw... I take photos but... I'm not famous for it."

"Oh you're so modest!" Amelia said, leaning in where her chest pressed up to his arm, "Nami's already told us how you painted for the town hall at your old city. Where are you from again?"

"Uh... W-Willington...?"

"Heh heh! Willington! Doesn't my Dad own a few hotels there? Well... he owns hotels everywhere, sooooo... heh! Guess that point is moot, huh?"

"Whoa? Hey! Did you draw this?" Chester then asked, peering over Scott's shoulder to see the screen.

He paled, fearing that his mindless ogling of Nami would be exposed. She was the most detailed aspect of the picture in his eyes... but not to the eyes of the others. Clearly, Scott low-balled himself; what amounted to sketches to him looked so detailed to the two beside him. And while Nami was the focal point of his picture, they didn't see it as being anything lewd or raunchy. It was just... just...

Nami being Nami!

"You totally have to draw me some time! How much does it cost?" Amelia asked, though Chester was quick to but in.

"No! Me first! Can you draw me in my basketball jersey?"

"Fuck off, Chester! I asked first!" Amelia snapped, the two arguing with Scott stuck between them, until--

"Hey! If Uncle Scott's gonna draw someone, it's gonna be me first!" Nami shouted over the two, making them groan.

"Ugh... of course..." Amelia said with a roll of her eyes, "Thooough..." her eyes then slid into mischievous and seductive glares, "After you're done with that, if you ever need a private room in a penthouse somewhere for art, Mr. Scott, give me a call? Heh heh... I wouldn't mind modeling nude for you sometime."

"Gross..." Chester remarked, much to Amelia's annoyance.

"Fuck... off..." she sneered.

All the while, Scott hung his head low, his cheeks flushing redder and redder. He figured Amelia was just joking around with him; she was young enough to be his niece too, ya'know. But then Nami's warning about Amelia's 'help me find the bathroom' trick rang into his ears, as well as her 'taking' him.

Speaking of which...

"Say, Mr. Scott... do you mind helping me find the bathroom? I always get lost in this place," Amelia sneered.

"Uh... n-no... no thanks..."

"Oh poo..."

...

What the fuck, Scott? Seriously, what the fuck?

Resting upon the living room couch, two things came to the hare's mind. One, hot damn, this couch was soft. Second, seriously, again? Was he ogling Nami again? If she was any other woman, he'd still be ashamed. She was eighteen, he was thirty-three; that's... haah... that just isn't right.

But more so that she's his niece.

He remembered when Keanu first brought her over as an infant, and how proud he was. 'I have created daughter', he exclaimed with those usual theatrics of his. And when he held her up in his hands, seeing those beautiful golden eyes as she stared back at him. Haaah...

He was only fifteen at the time, but the weight of the moment was not lost on him.

Now that same young girl was...

Ssssskkkkkkksssshhhh!!!

She was bathing upstairs, and not only could he heard it, he was_fantasizing_ about it. He saw her naked form as water streaked down her body, glowing in the light from the sun through those opulent windows. Their home was like heaven, and Nami was one of its deities. And he? He shouldn't even be having these thoughts in the first place!

Why couldn't he be fantasizing about another woman? Amelia and Malin were young, but he felt nothing from her. Hell, the bat was clearly at least a little attracted to him, but he felt nothing in response. Not even Nefertiti - for as beautiful as she was - did something for Scott. He was thankful for that, but he wasn't sure if it was better to lust after one's sister-in-law or one's niece; both options were a betrayal to his brother.

Didn't matter, because it was only Nami who attracted him so.

Maybe it was just latent hormones, rising up now that he was surrounded by such beautiful women. That still wouldn't explain his tepid reactions to the likes of Nefertiti, Amelia and Malin, but that's besides the point. He'd just gotten here; Oceanside was vastly different from Willington. Give it some more days, and he'll acclimate to the differences.

He hoped...

"Uncle Scott...?"

Though Nami was going to make that close to impossible, wasn't she?

Looking over, Scott's gaze fell upon his niece as she emerged from the staircase. Having taken her shower, the young jackal was wearing the appropriate attire of a white and gold bathrobe... and nothing else. No bra, no panties; just wet, naked body, and opulent bathrobe. He thought about telling her to put on some clothes, but this was her home; she probably did this often.

Her body radiated from the water on her form and the light coming from above, once more lifting her as being more than mortal. But when his gaze met her face, seeing those golden eyes, he saw not his cute niece, but a taunting temptress.

"Uncle Scott..." Nami whispered, her seductive voice beguiling him like a siren to a sailor.

But he averted his gaze, instead looking towards the pool outside. His hands began curling upon his knees, trying to relieve the tension as he feared what may happen with her so close by. His niece drew closer however, for he felt her presence... step... by step... by step...

Pat...

"Did you hear what I said, Uncle Scott?" Nami asked, her tone returning to normal as she sat down right beside him.

"Huh? What? N-no... come again, Nami?" he said as he... regrettably... turned to face her.

When he did, their differences in height once again punished him. He did not come face to face with his niece, but instead face to chest. The bathrobe was tightly tied around her midsection, meaning it clenched softly upon her bosom, making them appear fuller. If she needed any help with that; Nami was a naturally busty young girl. And now that bust was teasing him from out the corner of his eye. He could keep staring and... she wouldn't notice--

No! He couldn't! Just... let it stop.

"I said I had fun playing tennis with you there," Nami said as she laid one leg over the other whilst giving her uncle a wink, "And I think you hit it off with everyone! Malin and Chester thought you were cool... and Amelia..." she straightened up, "Well... Amy likes you too, let's just keep it like that."

"I ummm... I had fun too, Nami," Scott replied as he gave her a sheepish smile, "Your friends were really kind... oh! And you played well in tennis. Do you play often?"

"Of course I do! I like playing all kinds of sports, but no one's as good at tennis than Malin. Playing her is a real challenge," Nami stated while she leered at him, "I'm happy I got you out of your room for a little while. I want to do a lot things with you in the future, Uncle Scott."

"Really... me?" he replied, his head shaking, "Why me?"

"Fufufufu! Do you really have to ask?" she inquired whilst turning to face him, "Look at you, Uncle Scott! You're so... so...cute! Fufufufu! But you're smart too, and you're so artistic..." reaching over, she placed her hand upon his head and cheek, stroking him, "I love spending time with you... even brief moment's like this."

"Nami... I... I..."

Staring up towards her face, he once more got lost into the splendorous golden eyes of hers. How they radiated, how they glowed... how they dominated. Once again compelled by his niece, he felt soothed by her gaze and her touch, leaning his hand more into her cheek.

He was already afraid he would do something... something... something an uncle shouldn't do, but Nami seemed to to stoke those fires more.

"So... remember earlier... when Chester and Amy were talking about you drawing them?" his niece said as she pulled her hand back to twirl some of her hair around her finger, "Since you showed up, I was kinda hoping I'd be the first thing you drew. Like, _seriously_drew; not the sketches of our living room. So... Uncle Scott..." she smiled at him, "Can I be your muse today?"

Since arrival, the one thing that stayed consistent about Scott was his desire to draw. So many new places; he could spend hours copying their splendor down upon paper. But when it came to a living model - when it came to Nami - could he do it? She was the reason for his distress! Sitting in a room with her for what could possibly be hours on end, was not something one would advise.

But...

Maybe that's exactly what he needed. If he drew Nami - if he copied her down on paper, her every curve, her every straight, her every line - then he may be able to get this out of his systems. That's it, right? Just... draw her down?

Just draw her down.

"I'd love to, Nami," Scott said, giving his niece a warm smile.

"Eeeeeeeh! Great, Uncle Scott!" she replied whilst clapping, only stopping to rise up from the couch, "Oh! Let's go right now! I'll freshen up! I want you to get my good side!"

"Huh? Right now? But... it could take a while; what about Keanu and Nefertiti?"

"Fufufufu! Daddy's at his office mediating his clients, and Mommy's on the north side designing the summer mansion for Ava Rain. Yes. That Ava Rain. Putting it lightly, neither of them will be home any time soon. Fufufufu! We have all the time in the world, Uncle Scott."

"Huh... well..."

No, no, no! This was a good thing! The sooner he copied Nami upon paper, the sooner he could work off these feelings he have.

"Okay... go ahead and freshen up, and I'll... wait for you in my bedroom."

"Eeeeeehhh! I'm so excited!"

Quickly rushing upstairs, Nami was like a black and white blur in her excitement. Scott was a bit more apprehensive, and slowly took his time as he climbed up the stairs. Making way to his bedroom, he brought his gaze over towards his easel, moving a stool up to it for him to sit. He then collected all of his things; namely, his colored pencils. While he could paint with great ease, he preferred his colored pencils and pens, and had collected the perfect number of them to take down Nami's beauty.

Blacks and grays of different shades when it came to her fur, yellows, goldens and whites for her hair and eyes, plus a myriad of other colors he needed just in case.

He... wanted this. He wanted to copy her beauty more so than anything he'd ever done before. He's drawn sights that would make others squeal. The endless oceans, great buildings, deep forests, statues, animals, people; whatever it is he wanted to draw whenever he was inspired to do so.

Never had he been so inspired to draw a person, not before seeing Nami as she was now. She was his niece yes, but she was such a beautiful young woman. Nothing would do his pride as an artist better than to capture her beauty now, encapsulating it forever. The finest papers, the finest pencils, the finest pens; nothing less for his niece.

Let this free his soul from whatever it is that had him enraptured.

Eeaaarrr!

"Fufufufu! Uncle Scott! I'm ready for my closeup!" Nami called from the entrance.

He swung over, gazing upon the door as his niece revealed her. He knew she would change clothes but...

But...

Nami... must really like sundresses. White sundresses to be exact. But... that wasn't the problem, no. It was the shape of the sundress. Like the one she wore yesterday, it was completely backless and sleeveless, showing off her shoulders and arms, while the bodice of it was elegant to put it lightly. It was shaped like teardrops, covering her breasts before slipping into the straps that wrapped around her neck. Which means that, yes, it offered a view of her cleavage matched by nothing else. Tied around her waist as well, it flaunted her tight midsection, before ballooning out around her pelvis. But only to a point. Like before, her skirt did not come down to cover her thighs, looking like some that would fit a girl half her age. But that only meant he could once again be amazed by her toned thighs and legs, ones strong enough to propel her forward at great speeds. On her feet she wore heeled sandals, applying a few more inches of height, just in case she wasn't towering enough over her uncle.

But... it all mixed together, it all worked. Her clothing, her height, her shimmering black fur, even her blonde hair which was now tied back into a braid; it all made Nami feel larger than life, like a goddess descended down to the ground.

And Scott could only sit there, shivering and stuck in place as he marveled at the godly beauty his niece exuded naturally.

"So... how do I look?" Nami asked, to which he swallowed his spit.

"You... you look heavenly, Nami," he answered, bringing blush to her face as she tucked hair behind her ear.

"Thank you, Uncle Scott. You're opinion means a lot to me," she stated as she walked forward, "So... where do you want me to sit? On your bed?"

"N-no... uh..." he looked over towards the glass doors of his bedroom, "Here..."

Walking up to them, Scott pulled the doors apart, allowing the sun to peer into his room and a the salty sea wind to blow into his face. Groaning as he tasted it, he slowly brought his eyes over towards Nami, taking a few moments to gaze upon her radiant beauty.

This... this line was further blurring...

"Just lean against the guard rail... is that too much to ask?" Scott inquired, though Nami shook her head.

"Fufufufu! Of course not, Uncle Scott" she answered as she walked towards the balcony, "Just sit on the railing, right? If you want, you can take a few photos as well."

"I... I might," he replied, not even attempting to hide his desires, "But... I'd much rather draw you first."

"I'd much rather be drawn first..."

As if driven by a trance, Scott walked over towards his stool, sitting before his easel as he readied a pencil in hand. When he looked over, Nami was leaning on the balcony's edge, just as he asked of her. The wind was blowing softly behind her, making her skirt flutter and her hair billow, but not even her golden locks could obscure her face. Her beautiful eyes shined like the sun, her bewitching smile compelled all those around her, and her greater height made her seem larger than life.

Scott wanted - Scott needed - to capture all of this on paper. So as the seconds ticked by, he got to work, losing himself in his craft as his pencil's danced along his wide canvas.

"You grew up... while I wasn't watching," Scott said, thinking back on all the time that passed, "I haven't seen you for over... five years now. When I last saw you, it was just before your thirteenth birthday. Now you're eighteen and... looking into colleges. I missed all of that."

"I haven't gone to college yet, Uncle Scott. We still have plenty of time to spend together," Nami remarked, making him nod.

"Yes... I... I look forward to all it," he replied.

"I missed this. I missed this time between us," Nami stated, "I remembered years ago when you drew me. You had me sit on a stool for so long, always directing me to look one way and keep that position. Fufufu! With the smile on my face!"

"You were such... an obedient child," Scott stated, "For your age, you always listened. Heh... I wish your brother shared your patience. I could never get a good portrait of him. But you? Even when you were six, I remember a time where you stayed still. I figured Nefertiti was a strict mother."

"Fufufufu! Well... Mommy was strict on me in my youth, but Daddy always spoiled me... and you did too," Nami remarked, "Always sneaking me candy or patting my head... letting me sleep on your lap. You were always so warm and kind to me, Uncle Scott. I think I missed that most from you over the years; your kindness. But..."

"But? But... what?"

"I always obeyed because... I just loved watching you draw," Nami explained, "I loved modeling for you, because I can sit here and just look at you when you do it. I especially love your face, Uncle Scott. You're so... tranquil when you draw something, so focused. I... I really missed that face of yours."

"Aaah... you're... you're embarrassing me, Nami," he said with a sheepish chuckle, "I don't think I look that amazing... not like you... but I appreciate your words nonetheless."

Nami didn't say anything... but she did smile, and Scott returned his gaze to his work.

It was coming along greatly; the conversation having not stilled his hand in the slightest. Peering at it, he realized how much Nami dominated the portrait. The radiant beauty of his niece was copied over on this paper, but the vibe he got from it was... nothing even close to familial. When gazing at this photo, he did not see a child he watched grow up, but instead a woman, a woman whose eyes compelled him even through the guise of a drawing.

And when he stared back, drawing his eyes over to Nami once again, those very same golden, divine eyes pierced his very soul.

"Uncle Scott..." she whispered, her tone alluring, immediately shifting the feel and vibe of his bedroom.

"Nami..." he whispered back, his grip on his pencil shivering.

"It's okay... it's okay to... it's okay to desire me, Uncle Scott. I long for you."

"Nami... I..."

She stood up from the balcony's edge, and he dropped his pencil. Step after step after step, the goddess with the glowing golden eyes and flowing blonde hair walked up to her uncle, overpowering him with her towering height and flowering figure. Scott said nothing, only breathing so loud he heard himself... but Nami didn't care. She continued standing above him, moving in slowly to...

Sit on his leg...

Her hands rested on his shoulders, her body leaned in close to his, and her face looked both serious and needy. Yes, it was more than just wanting this, she needed this.

"Uncle Scott..." Nami whispered, her hands sliding along his face to angle it up with hers, reading his expression. Naturally he was conflicted and confused, one side of him wanting this so desperately, the other side knowing it was wrong. But when Scott spoke...

"You do realize we're..."

He cut himself off...

"Please let me... have this... please let me... have you... please let me... mmmfff..."

Her lips met his lips... he had never felt something so _soft_before. Slowly yet courageously, Nami pushed her tongue into Scott's mouth, making her uncle groan with desire. It was as big and as strong as she was, and just as delicious. His tongue remained idle in their mouths, but as the lust took control over him, Scott began sliding his tongue back. They brushed along side one another, slowly, teasingly, tastefully, drawing soft moans from Nami, and deeper moans from Scott.

His arm reached out, wrapping around his niece's waist to hold her in closer against him. The soft clinch coaxed her to lean more into her uncle, using him for support as her chest pressed up against him. Due to her height and athleticism, she was firm and heavy, but not uncomfortable. Her weight instead felt good against him, and the warmth she gave off helped to bring him deeper into this pit of lust.

That was her heat he was feeling, right? No... he was feeling his own. They both were getting so hot in this room; it was mixing together.

A soft clicking noise began echoing out from them as their kissing steadily drew to a close. When they pulled their lips away from one another, their tongues hung out of their mouths briefly, connected only by a bridge of spit. As they panted, the reality of the situation descended upon them, mostly Scott.

And he began to fret.

"What did we... no... we shouldn't have..." he muttered, only for Nami to rise up from his knee.

"Uncle Scott..." she whispered, her beguiling voice once more pulling him into her spider's web.

Reaching down, Nami's hands slid beneath the skirt of her sundress, grabbing the thin waistband of her panties. Pinned in place, Scott could only watch as his niece pulled them down her toned thighs and legs, slipping them off her toes and letting them drop on the floor.

It was the same blue and white striped panties he saw before, but now they radiated with her lustful scent. Strings of her feminine juices oozed down her leg and thigh, while Nami's aroused odor began filling the air. Her face as red as a cherry, she reached down to grab the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to reveal her pussy.

Her soft, black fur was matted to her body from juices secreted from her tight, pink pussy. It glistened in the light while rolling down her thighs, magnetizing Scott's eyes who could no longer pull his gaze away from his niece's cunt. Driven by a force out of his control, he reached forward with his fingers, taking his index and middle finger and straightening them up. They drifted forward, and--

"Haaaauuuuoooooo...!"

They stroked along Nami's pussy, coxing a howl-like moan from her lips. Her eyes rolled back and she looked up, her tail starting to wag behind her with barely restrained lust. His fingers were skinny yet strong; the fingers you'd expect of an artist like him. Feeling them stroke along her folds caused her to ooze more of her honey, drenching his digits while her labia twitched and throbbed.

"Hooouuuu! Hooouuuuu!"

Nami's tongue hung out and her head pointed up, eyes rolling as his mere touch sent her arousal into overdrive. This was everything she had dreamed about and more! But just touching her was not good enough, not for Scott. With her scent tickling his nose, he desired to sample from her body in a more oral manner. It smelled so good... it would taste just as heavenly.

Grabbing her legs, Scott clinched them softly, only for her strong thighs to remain firm. He braced her in place however, while his head moved in; hypnotized by her divine body. Her taste would just be as divine, right?

Slick...!

"HOOUUH!?"

Yes. Yes it was. Actually, it was even more so.

Scott brushed his tongue along Nami's folds, taking in her taste while feeling the shape of her pussy. Juices oozed down into his mouth, dribbling down his lips and chin as he licked and drank her cunt, lacking any sort of skill with his oral whatsoever.

Didn't matter...

Nami was moaning, her hands keeping her skirt up though she was shaking and wobbling. There was this erotic thrill having her uncle perform oral on her body, a thrill which was as great as the sex itself. Her uncle was going down on her, pushing his tongue up into her pussy which made her straighten up and groan.

"Fuuuchk yeeessssh!" Nami cried, "Hoooouuuuuu!"

Hearing her cries caused Scott to pull away. His niece's nectar was oozing down his lips and chin, even staining his shirt. He couldn't believe this was happening, but his body sure could. His slacks betrayed him, showing the raging hard on in his pants. This time he had no satchel to hide it, but there would be no point in concealing such a thing before Nami's eyes. Not when she wanted it... and he wanted it too.

Reaching her hands up, Nami began fiddling with the clip that held her sundress up. Pulling it apart, she allowed her bodice to drop, coming down to the tops of her breasts. In response, Scott clung to his stool, watching as his niece grabbed her sundress' top... and slowly pulled it down.

Those busty breasts which had thus laid confined since his arrival, were now staring Scott directly in his face. So perfectly round, so large; two amazing tits which glistened in the light of his bedroom. Whenever Nami breathed, they rose up and lowered down; flawlessly in sync with her every motion.

And her nipples.

He expected them to be pink... they were not. They were ebony in color; a darker shade of black when compared to the charcoal body of her fur. And they were so damn hard as well.

Scott wanted to explore his niece's body. He wanted to stroke his hands along her tight, athletic form, wanted to grip and tease her legs, stroke and palm her belly, and squeeze and tease her busty breasts. And those nipples? He wanted to flick them, to lick them, to suck them, to kiss them.

But these feelings were not unique to him alone.

Looking down, Nami licked her lips as she gazed upon her uncle's body. Those damn clothes... she was bearing it all, why not him? This was her dream come true; she would not miss her chance!

Swooping down, the jackal got her knees before her uncle, causing him to jerk back softly in his stool. He opened his mouth to speak, but when her hands teased the lump in his pants, he stiffened up and groaned. Side to side, Nami stroked his cock through his slacks, making Scott straightened up and moan. Those slender fingers of hers held an unmistakable power, and she was using that power to slowly take control over his body.

Belt undone and zipper pulled down, Nami guided her uncle's cock right out of his pants. He gasped as his cock was graced by the relatively cool air of the bedroom around them, only to straighten up when his niece's hand stroked him off. Feeling her slender digits and smooth palm stroke his cock, the bunny's entire body became as rigid as a block of ice. Even his hanging ears straightened up, while hi eyes widened. He sat like this for a few moments, the shock continuing to overwhelm him, before he heard his niece call out to him.

"Shhhh... it's okay, Uncle Scott," Nami said, her voice dripping with honey, "Calm down... relax... enjoy yourself... fufufuuuuuu..."

"Naaaammmiiiiii," he groaned back.

Looking down, his hazel eyes met her golden ones, watching as she pumped her hand along his cock. She wanted to see his ever reaction, reading his face as it twisted and contorted with pleasure. His beautiful niece was giving him a handjob, and she was _smiling_while she did it. The erotic thrill of the situation was not lost on him, and in fact made his cock so damn hard. It even twitched in Nami's hands, making her giggle as he flicked some of precum upon her cheek.

"Fufufufufu! It's so jumpy, Uncle Scott!" she remarked, "I think I need to... tame it a bit..."

"Tame?" Push! "Guh!?"

Nami moved her body in, while her hand guided his cock to point it up. Face drifting near his throbbing hard on, she took a few sniffs of her uncle's penis. He had this scent that was different from everyone else in the house, closest to her father naturally since they were brothers, but still different enough to be his own. Fuck, it had her mouth watering.

Her uncle's cock was certainly big. Bigger than what she expected on a man of his stature. But she wasn't sure if this was just her tunnel visioning. She needed a more... thorough check up.

Nami's mouth opened and her head drifted in. Bracing himself, Scott placed his hand on her head, but did not stop her. It's not like he could stop her. With her superior size and stature, she could easily do whatever it is she wished to him. So if she desired his cock...

"Gmmph..."

"GAUAHAH!?"

Then she took his cock.

Scott recoiled as his manhood sank into Nami's mouth. She pushed slowly, letting him feel it as his penis stroked along her teeth and tongue, pushing in deeper to the back of her mouth. A sliver of drool started hanging from his mouth as his head pointed skyward, letting moans flow out of his mouth.

Nami's broad, canine tongue brushed along his cock, stroking along its sides and swirling around his glands. His cock was wider than she thought it was, and it had a hefty weight as well. And then there was its taste; this bitter flavor that was so delicious as it slicked into her mouth. She moaned around him, filling the air with her delicious sounds as she got lost in the act of her fellatio.

But above all, she wanted to see his expressions. Scott did not disappoint.

"Nami! Haahah! N-Nami! I--! Nnnghh!?"

"Mmmmfffphh!"

She ground down deeper against her uncle, sinking his cock all the way into her throat. It was a tight fit - he even heard Nami gag - but his niece remained attached to his cock. Placing her hands upon his thighs, she kept his legs forced apart, while her cheeks puffed and her eyes squeezed shut, some tears even swelling from within. The harder she kept to his cock, the looser her throat became, allowing her to slide back slowly... only to push back down.

Again and again she did this, working to the point that she could easily fuck her mouth on his cock. Scott couldn't believe it as he watched his niece's head bob up and down on his cock, her swelling face slowly relaxing as she got more used to this. She even looked up at him and winked, her lips gaining a grin as her snout kept pushing up to his crotch and pull back.

She could feel it; this rising within his cock and balls that surged straight to the tip. Even his precum was tasting different; this unique taste and scent that meant one thing and one thing alone. His impending climax was coming soon! He was about to shoot his load!

At first she thought about playing it cool. She could pull back and wait, let him simmer with his swelled balls. But - once again - that's what she thought. What she did...

"MMPH! MMPH! MMPH! MMMPH! MMMMPHH!!!"

"N-Nami! Slow down! Haaaahh! Slow down! I--! I! Hnnnghh!? Haaaahh! HOHHAAHH!?"

Nami was sucking harder, moving faster, licking stronger, and all of this made Scott lean his head back. Ears straightening up, the bunny let a wide moan out of his lips as he shot up with his hips.

Nami figured her uncle's first orgasm would be strong... but she didn't expect it to be this strong. It wasn't a shot of cum, nor was it an explosion. No... it was more like an eruption.

The jackal's eyes widened as her uncle blasted a thick load of cum straight into her mouth. It was hot, spicy, and so damn overwhelming. Cum atop of cum, atop of cum; erupting into her mouth with no end in sight. It coated her tongue, gums and teeth and seed, forcing his taste straight into her brain. Hell, some cum even bubbled up to her nose, overwhelming her senses fully in his seed.

She felt it, she smelled it, she heard it, she saw it, and above all, she tasted it.

Groaning aloud, Scott's climax finally began to taper of as he leaned back on his stool. At the same time, Nami pulled back slowly, letting his cock pop out of her mouth audibly. Cum was sliding down her lips, where they streaked down her neck and splattered upon her tits. There was so much in her mouth that she needed to...

Gulp...

Still a little bit more...

Gulp...

Close... but a little bit more...

Gulp...

...

Gulp...

...

Gulp...

There... all gone.

"Faaah! Faaah! Faaaah! Holy shit, Uncle Scott," Nami muttered as she looked up at him, "Do... do you masturbate often?"

"Masturbate...? What...? N-no... I'd... never really had a need to do so," he replied, making her grin.

"Fufufufu... Uncle Scott... you shouldn't be ashamed to masturbate," Nami stated as she stroked his slowly softening cock, "You know, masturbation helps with stress, right? If you did it more often, it would make you feel better. But..." her eyes closed and she kissed at the air in front of him, "You have me now for things like this."

"I have you now...?"

"Fufufufu! I love your dazed face. It's so cute, Uncle Scott."

Finally she rose up from her kneeling position, grabbing her sundress so she could finally pull it up and off of her body. Now completely nude save for her sandals and socks, the divine jackal sauntered over towards Scott's bed, resting upon it as her eyes gazed over towards her uncle.

Nami's back rested against his bedpost, her legs spread in a sensual display. One hand laid beside her, the other hand rested on her ample bosom, presenting it to her uncle as her alluring golden eyes gazed straight towards him. And like a dear caught in headlights, he just sat there.

"Uncle Scott..." Nami beckoned, her siren song once again taking hold of him, "Please..."

His eyes traveled down her elegant body; from her pussy to her stomach to her breasts and to her face. She was his niece yes, but she was also this incredibly beautiful, divine young woman. The line had already been crossed, and while he would have to except the consequences of his actions in the future, right now he was like an animal in heat.

Rising up, Scott kicked off his shoes and pulled off his pants while he approached Nami on his bed. She held her arms out for him, giving him this warm, beaming smile like she had captured the radiance of the sun upon her face. Pinning her beneath his lanky body, he grabbed her into his arms and she did likewise. And their faces met.

"Mmm!"

"Mmmph!"

The kiss now was far faster, far hungrier than their last. Audible smacks and moans bounced against the walls as they made out like two randy teenagers. Namie was so hungry for her uncle, giving loud, excited moans which mixed with his lower, deeper ones. Her hands did not remain idle either, for she unbuttoned his shirt, one by one by one. When they parted, she grabbed the garment and pulled it off of his head, before rushing back in to kiss him.

When they met again, Scott too began touching his niece. The fingers of an artist knew the perfect way to touch a woman. Not because he was treating her as a woman, but because he was treating her as a work of art. And with how superior, how perfect, how _divine_Nami's body was, she truly lived up to such an impossible standard.

His fingers stroked along her tone, flat stomach,circling round and around her navel, before coming up to her bosom. Pressing up into her busty chest, she squeezed her bosom to the point that his fingers sank in. He expected them to be firmer than they were, but instead he found them to be incredibly soft.

And Nami knew this.

Breaking the kiss, she gazed upon her uncle's face, before moving in again to plant kisses along his cheek. He was so enthralled with her bosom, he didn't pay attention to her until her lips drifted near his ears.

"Remember this sensation; the softness of a woman... _my_softness," his niece whispered.

Then her eyes seized upon him. This wasn't a suggestion, this was a_command_, an order! Grabbing the back of Scott's head, Nami dove her uncle's face straight into her bosom, surrounding him the black fur and soft texture of her breasts. He groaned against her as she hugged him close, enveloping himself further into Nami's sweaty scent. The deeper he fell in, the more he began kissing her, his tongue even sliding out to lick upon her tits. Guiding his head over, he opened his mouth to capture one of her nipples into his mouth.

And he sucked...

"Haaaooooh...! That feels soooo goooood Uncle Scott," Nami moaned, her voice airy as she drifted further into the pleasure herself.

He was certainly hungry for her now, tasting more of her body as he licked and lapped at her nipples. He stopped only to whimper, perhaps reconsidering what they were doing, but it didn't stop him from actually doing it. He kept licking and tasting and sampling, kissing down to Nami's navel as she laid back into the bed beneath her. The lips of her uncle - lips she marveled at from afar - was now bringing her to greater heights of pleasure. It brought louder moans from her lips, with her body even arching off of her bed to press more of herself into his hands and mouth.

But Scott stopped just shy of returning to her pussy. Coming down from her bliss, Nami looked down upon her uncle's face, seeing the needy expression he wore. Then her eyes cut passed him, staring between his legs where she saw his cock had returned to maximum strength. But even in his state of mind - even as he performed such a taboo act with his niece - Scott had enough wherewithal to ask--

"Do you... have any condoms?"

But Nami shook her head.

"No... but that's okay," her hand stroked upon his face and cheek, guiding his gaze towards her beguiling eyes and alluring smile, "Just pull out when you're about to cum, Uncle Scott."

Was that even possible with how things were going? He felt as if this was stupid to do, but even while thinking about it, he just couldn't say 'no' to Nami. When her golden gaze overwhelmed him, dominated him, controlled him, he felt compelled to obey.

So he nodded and leaned in, pressing up against his niece's body while he spread her legs apart. Biting into her bottom lip, the jackal could barely hold herself back as she watched his thick cock take aim with her pussy. She didn't need to tell him where to push his cock, and nor did he ask. Once Scott grabbed the base of his manhood, he angled everything correctly, and--

Puuuushhh!

"Haaaaaahh~~~! Aaaawweeesooommmeeee!" Nami moaned, "Nnnghhhaaaahahh!"

His cock slid into her, pushing apart her walls and completely overwhelming her. The jackal leaned back into his bed, moaning as she was penetrated by her uncle. He slid in, deeper and deeper, not stopping until they were completely connected; their hips touching.

Inside of her, she felt it twitching and throbbing, even expanding. Her tight vaginal walls clenched back, juices tangling around his cock as she held it hostage within her body. Scott himself could only moan aloud, his mouth splitting wide and his eyes rolling back as he bound himself to his niece.

They were one at this moment...

"Holy shit its soooo biiiiigg," Nami remarked as her smile spread and her eyes closed, "I can't believe it... haaaahh...!"

Her arms laid beside her head, this expression of pure bliss overtaking her face. She was... happy. There was no doubt in her mind that this was what she wanted, and it was everything she could have hoped it to be. And now her uncle was beginning to feel it too, as he bit into his bottom lip to steel himself up. No hesitation, not anymore; he began to--

Pat!

"Ooohooooouuuhh!"

Pat! Pat!

"Haaaaouuuuhhn!"

Pat! Pat! Pat!

"Fuck its soooo deeeep!"

Pat! Pat! Pat! PAT!

"Yes! There! Sooo goooood!"

PAT! PAT PAT! PAT! PATPATPAT!!!

"FUUUCK! You're making me cum! Cummminnngg!!!"

Nami's pussy was growing looser and looser with his every penetration. In turn, Scot was getting faster and stronger, letting his hips piston back and forth as his cock dove in and out. Her tight, juicy cunt clung and stroked off his cock, pulling him in deeper with his every successive penetration. Before long, he had her legs raised up beside his hips while he kept Nami pinned beneath him, his hazel eyes reading the shear joy on her face.

Eyes closed, mouth wide, and tongue hanging out; the jackal was not only heavenly, she was in heaven. Her uncle's every thrust sent a wave through her body, making her breasts bounce and her hair jostle. The pleasure continued building as well, with her suckling cunt clenching down harder and tighter with his every thrust.

Truth be told... this was the Nami he had missed. The cool, divine, alluring and seductive beauty was gone, replaced with someone far cuter. How her mouth opened, how her eyes gleamed, how she panted and moaned, saying words often broken by more words and moans; Nami was just as overtaken by the sex as he was.

But...

His balls drew close, jostling as he felt his need rising deeper. Biting into his bottom lip, Scott began rutting his niece even harder, knowing that blissful, orgasmic high was vast approaching. She was greedily sucking on his cock by now too, making it hard for him to pull back. He needed to get out, or else he'd--

Clinch!

"GUH!?"

Scott looked back amid his furious pounding, seeing that Nami's muscular and powerful legs had wrapped around his waist. She was holding him close, making it impossible for him to pull back; her legs strength was just too great. But, he was cumming; she knew that, right? She could feel it!

She did know it... she never had any intentions of letting him pull out. It was too late.

Scott looked back. Gone was Nami's cute expression, instead replaced with a knowing grin. She wanted this, she was taking him, and she wouldn't let him go.

"Naaaammiiii! Iiiii-- mmphh!"

Silencing her uncle, Nami pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply as their eyes closed shut. At first he slowed his thrusting, but then he was overwhelmed by need again, causing him to drive his thick cock into her sweltering cunt at even greater speeds and power before. It was rough and strong, but that's what she needed; speed, strength and technique. Anything less would never - _could_never - please a goddess as divine as her.

And then the... the moment of no return...

Their tongues licked and slicked against one another, while Scott pulled back. His eyes wobbled briefly while his head leaned in, resting upon Nami's shoulder. And he--

"HAAAAAAOOOOOUUUUHHHHH!!!"

Nami's howl filled the air, while she herself was filled with the taboo, incestuous seed from her beloved uncle. It filled her pussy and womb, coating her in bunny cum that just kept flowing inside of her. Blast after blast after hot, steamy blast of seed, exploding as it turned her pussy into a river of seed. He was truly living up to the stereotype that all hares have big families, wasn't he?

Didn't matter...

Nami's howls died down, shifting into a low moan as she shuddered against her uncle. Using her superior strength, she clinched him dearly while her pussy continued milking his cock, drawing out his orgasm she was rocked by her own. Thick, clear, feminine juices squirted out around her uncle's cock and waist, matting down his fur as her scent trickled into the air.

But it was immediately followed by--

"HAAAOOOUUUUUHHHH!!!"

An explosion of her own.

Her trickling became a jet stream; shooting her juices with enough thickness to push against Scott's body. He shivered as he was marked by his niece, who hugged and held against him dearly. He hugged back, the two riding out their orgasms at the same pace, while heat and sweat coated their bodies entirely.

The seconds ticked by, turning into minutes that just went on and on and on and on. Time seemed to slow to a halt for the two, as their minds returned and they realized what they'd done.

And Scott? He...

"Haaah..."

He pulled away...

"Uncle Scott...?"

The hare sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes looking lost. Outside he looked depressed to the point of silence, but on the inside, he was a swirling maelstrom of self-loathing. He... _hated_himself for what he'd done. Somehow in someway, Scott got it in his mind that he was the cause of this; that he manipulated his niece into sleeping with him. How else would one see it? He was thirty-three and she was eighteen; clearly it's his fault.

How could he be so... so... what? Childish? Stupid? Horny? All of these things? Placing his hands on his head, he drove fingers through his flaxen locks as he tried to come to grips with the reality of he situation. There was no clean way of putting it; he just fucked his niece!

He just... fucked his... niece... he just... he just...

He should have been stronger than this...

But...

The bed shifted behind him, and he soon felt Nami's chest press up to his back. Closing his eyes, he felt his niece lean in, her lips pressing to his neck in kiss after kiss. Her hands then slid under his arms, resting on his flat chest to stroke it in a loving and outright possessive manner. He touched her back, placing his hands atop her hands, though he did not stop her.

"Uncle Scott..."

Sliding her hands up to his shoulders, Nami teased and raised him up straighter. Scott tensed up and closed his eyes, attempting to look away only for her hands to slide around. Stroking along his cheek, she coaxed her uncle to turn, facing her so that the two could stare into each other's eyes.

The divine beauty of his niece; even now after what they've done, Scott felt compelled to listen and obey. Even when he averted his gaze in an attempt to brake eye contact, Nami would guide him back towards her as she pressed her hand into his cheek, overwhelming and overpowering him with great ease. This act weighed heavily on his mind as it would anyone, and his niece pulled it out of him.

"You hate me, don't you?" he asked, though Nami shook her head.

"After all I've said... how could you possibly think that?" she replied whilst guiding him into her bosom, "I love you so much, Uncle Scott, and I don't regret anything that just happened between us."

"But I'm your uncle... that... we..."

"Look, Uncle Scott," Nami said as she pulled back, drawing his attentions towards her legs... and the white pear streaking down her thighs, "I feel it sliding down my thigh; your cum. And it makes me so happy."

Her hand dragged down her belly, feeling her body up as her fingers came down to her pussy. Slick wet with her juices and his cum, she swooned and moaned from the feeling of his spunk coming out of her. When Scott dragged his eyes back up, he saw the joy on her face, the happiness.

But that didn't exactly bring Scott joy; he was still hesitate. Bringing his gaze up to Nami, it was clear he wanted this, but he was scared of it, still hesitant. He just needed to know...

"What now...?"

Nami smiled.

"Now? Fufufu... well... Mommy and Daddy will be home soon, and we both reek of sex so... Uncle Scott..." she stroked his face, "Do you care to join me?"

...

"Wooooww... I swear, Scotty. You are going to have some portraits in a museum, hundreds of years from now."

"Don't... don't say that..."

The silver moon was high in the sky, with twinkling stars dancing with them. Maybe it was because they were so close to the beach, but Scott was surprised by the number of stars he could see. Living in Willington - a concrete jungle - the heavens were usually blotted out with light radiation. So seeing stars in a place that wasn't a forest, or some mountains, or even another country, was shocking to him.

But within the York family household, eyes were not on the stars and moon, but instead on the amazing portrait resting within their living room. Here on this white canvas was the image of Nami, wearing an elegant white sundress as she leaned back on a guardrail. One could see the greenery coming in from the sides, could see the beach in the distance, and the skies above, but the focus was clearly the golden-eyed beauty in the center of it.

Keanu and Nefertiti overlooked the portrait, with the jackal stopping her husband from tugging at it too much. Having returned from a day of hard work, the duo came to find a portrait of their daughter. Truth be told, Scott couldn't tell you when he finished it. Was it before their tryst or after? Was it after their_shower_ together? It all became a blur...

"Are you sure that's my daughter?" Keanu asked as he peered at his brother, making Nami tense up.

"DADDYYY!!!" she shouted, "Uncle Scott and I spent a while making this."

"Heh heh... I hope my daughter didn't run you ragged, Scotty," Keanu said as he jabbed him in the side with his elbow.

"Huh? Oh... n-no... it wasn't... it wasn't too bothersome. She was a perfect model. Just like she used to be," he replied.

"Good to know," Keanu said, "Heh heh! Now then... how much for a nude panting, Scotty?"

"NUDE?!" his brother shouted, only for his wife to roll her eyes.

"Ugh... for the last time, Keanu, I'm not doing a naked photo shoot," Nefertiti stated, though Keanu chuckled.

"Not for you darling... for me!" he then posed triumphantly, smiling towards the ceiling, "I think I'd look good in a toga and nothing else."

"I am not going to draw you naked. I have to call it quits somewhere," Scotty claimed, though Keanu laughed it off.

"Well... can't blame me for trying," he then smiled in a more lax manner whilst walking to his brother, "Well, for your first day here, I think things were a bust. I never really had the chance too but..." he brought his brother in for a hug, taking Scott by surprise, "I'm happy you're here, Scotty!"

"Yeah... I'm... I'm happy I'm here too," he replied as he hugged back, though his eyes looked across the room towards Nami.

"Now then!" Keanu continued as he stepped forward, "Everyone's home, I've done nothing all day but listen to two rich asshats... uh... richer asshats than me, and I doubt you darling are in the mood to cook for a spell after designing homes. So! I say, we call up some Chinese. Anyone disagree?"

"Here here!" both Nefertiti and Nami said in unison, which seemed to be some family thing that went over Scott's head.

"Uh... here here?" he added on.

"Good! Now then... c'mon, darling. I'm gonna need your magical massaging hands for when I speak to Ms. Zan... ooooh that woman..."

"Fufufufufu... coming, sweetie."

Staying behind, Scott watched as Keanu and Nefertiti headed for the kitchen to make their call. He stood beside his portrait for a few moments, moving only when he felt hands fall on his shoulders. Gazing over, his eyes eyes fell upon his niece, meeting her smile and her golden eyes.

"I told you they'd like it..." Nami said as her uncle turned around to face her, "But I've never seen something you've drawn that wasn't perfect. Even your scraps are flawless."

"Well... I only captured what's there... I don't think I could draw a woman as beautiful as you from memory alone," Scott replied, an embarrassed blush adorning his cheeks.

"Ooooh~! Uncle Scott, I wouldn't say that," she said whilst smiling, her finger poking the center of his head, "Everything you make is a work of art, Uncle Scott. Quite literally in this case!"

"Heh... thanks... but... haaah... Nami, about what happened today, I--"

"Shhh... fufufu... don't mention it," she said as she placed her finger upon his lips, "I have you now, Uncle Scott, that's all that matters."

"Uh... is... is it?"

"Fufufufufu..."

Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his cheek in a kiss, before pulling back to flash him a smile.

"Remember what I said earlier?" she whispered, "It's my turn to spoil you, Uncle Scott."

"Yeah... heh... umm... your turn to spoil me," he said whilst scratching the back of his head, "Uhh... yeah..."

"Fufufufu... oh! And Uncle Scott!"

"Yes, Nami..."

She leaned in, pressing her lips near his ear. At the same time, her breasts pressed up against his arm. Looking over as sweat began dribbling down the side of his head, he first peered down towards Nami's cleavage, before looking up to her smiling face.

"My parents go to bed usually at around twelve," she whispered, her voice oozing with honey and sugar, "Why not meet me at the jacuzzi at twelve thirty? I'd like to try some... _nude modeling_for you sometime."

"Uuhhh..."

Pulling away, Nami filled the air with her teasing giggles while Scott stood still with his eyes wide. The feelings of their incestuous tryst were still etched into his body and mind, and going by his body, he still longed for more.

It brought a smile to Scott's face, his feet squeezing together as his eyes looked left, then right, and back again. Heh, she was making him blush like some sort of schoolgirl.

"Um... well... uhh... o-okay..."

"Fufufufufu..."

Chu...

Her lips pressed up to his cheek, giving him a kiss that made his blush spread out even wider. Perhaps... perhaps he was a bit hasty in his first response to Nami and her affections. Maybe this was a...good thing.

A good thing...

"Hey, Scotty!" Keanu called, "What do you want for takeout!?"

"R-right! Coming!"