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Dan considered himself a lucky father, to have such an open and honest family.

There were very few borders and barriers to be crossed between himself and any of his children, and he would own up to that being the biggest reason that he still had a healthy relationship with each of them, well into their adult years; that was a blessing that he considered as great as any gift he'd ever received on Father's Day, before.

After calls that day from his other children, Matt and Vicky, Dan was glad to relax on the couch and sit a spell, with Sophie settled by his side on the couch and Krista cleaning up the last of the dishes from what had been a breakfast for the ages.

As far as the girls were concerned, it was just a small token of their appreciation, but any sign of affection was a plentiful one, as far as Dan was concerned.

"Think you're ready for the rest of your gift, Daddy?" Sophie asked, sitting up from the comforting curl of Dan's arm around her shoulder.

He rubbed his own stomach with an open palm and nodded. "As long as it isn't anything else I have to eat...that breakfast was wonderful, but I think I might burst if I look at another piece of meat the wrong way."

Sophie shook her head. "Don't worry...Mom and I agreed that you probably won't need to eat again until dessert, but you'll probably want to work up a bit of an appetite before you go thinking about cake."

"Not a bad idea," he agreed. "And it would be a lovely day for a walk around the park."

"Or...it'd be just as nice to stay in and chat, wouldn't it?" Sophie asked, trying to hide the nervous, bashful curl of her smile. "Maybe close the blinds, relax and unwind a little bit..."

If it was Vicky sitting next to him, Dan wouldn't have been so surprised by the way his daughter was smiling at him, but Sophie wasn't quite as aggressive as either of her older siblings: there was a familiar sensuality in her expression, but she wasn't as experienced at showing it, nor at being the one to act on it.

From the kitchen, Dan could practically feel Krista smiling at the thought of how nervous her daughter was: even as a grown woman, she was adorable by her very nature, and her smile was such a kindly gesture that her tomcat father couldn't hope to look away from it.

"I'd be more than happy to do that, too," he agreed. "But I'm getting the feeling you're not actually thinking about relaxing, are you? More about unwinding?"

He knew she'd need a little help getting to the punchline, but he didn't mind setting her up for it...certainly not after the conversation they'd had the week before.

His little girl was all grown up, long before he realized it, and hearing the tales of what she'd done with her older brother, Matt, he was curious if the gift she'd prepared for him was the kind of thing that could be wrapped up with a bow.

"I guess that's...y-yeah. That's one way to put it," she admitted, struggling with her natural, bashful attitude and trying to give her sensuality the edge in that internal conflict. "I know you said there was no right or wrong time for us to continue our talk from the other day, but...y-yeah...this felt like the right time."

It wasn't hard to tell that Krista was helping to set the scene for Sophie: interested as the young hybrid was in trying something with her father, she couldn't believe the amount of courage it took just to breach the topic of her interactions with Matt, in the past.

To extend that one step further and tell Dan that she wanted to try the same things with him, even when he'd already been given an inkling of that, was no small task for the young lady.

"Seems to me that Sophie wants to show you some of the things that she learned from Matt," Krista explained, as she stepped in from the kitchen and embraced her daughter from behind, still wearing her apron from cooking breakfast...but there was nothing else underneath it. "But I think it might be better if she and I showed you some of the things we'd been up to while you were out and about, recently."

Pajama pants were the best choice for a Saturday morning breakfast, as far as Dan was concerned; he hadn't thought about the fact that his member would be jumping awake and tenting them in the front, just at the thought of Sophie and Krista sharing an intimate moment.

"That would be one hell of a gift," he admitted. "So long as my girls are happy, that's the greatest gift of all...and it sounds like you made your mother very happy recently."

Sophie was obviously flustered by the idea, but she was grinning all the same: any sort of praise from her father was a welcome thing, but this was taking their relationship in a direction that she'd only ever fantasized about, before.

In turn, knowing her preference for other women, Dan didn't take for granted that she wanted to experiment with him in such a way, but he wasn't going to push the concept of her sensuality as a gift, thinking it better for her to offer it up herself in a genuine, organic gesture.

"She really has," Krista murmured. As the beagle leaned into their daughter from behind, the weight of her breasts came to settle on Sophie's upper back, striking a chord of arousal within the hybrid that was impossible for her to ignore. "But almost every time, she's mentioned wishing that you were able to watch what we did together...I don't suppose you have any problem with starting off Father's Day with a show?"

"Sounds like a wonderful treat to me," Dan assured her, but his gaze turned to Sophie: she was trying not to cast her gaze to the floor. "So long as she's ready to give it. If she isn't, I want my little girl to know that she's got all the time in the world to get there."

Dan was quietly expecting Sophie to take him up on that offer and delay what felt inevitable, but before her eyes could reach the floor, he felt her gaze taking a long, eager stare at his tented member.

Just after, his own eyes captured the sight of the hybrid resting her palms over the back of Krista's wrists, and with the tiniest grin she could manage, Sophie eased her mother's paws up her own body, to cup her covered breasts.

"You've already given me more than enough time and guidance," Sophie assured him, her grin widening just slightly, and then faltering as Krista squeezed the offered flesh with an eager grip. "The best gift I can give is s-showing you what I've learned to do with it...not just for myself, but for others, too."

Clenching the back of her mother's paws and forcing Krista to take an even tighter clutch, Sophie turned her head, knowing Krista would be there to greet her with a full, firm kiss upon hungry lips.

The tenting of Dan's growing length went from the occasional twitch to a full, powerful erection in a matter of seconds; keeping his jaw from dropping became a genuine effort, and peeling his stare away from the show would prove absolutely impossible.

Even if Sophie changed her mind and stopped right then, it would have been the best gift he'd ever received for almost any occasion that he could think of, but if it were all to come screeching to a halt, he wouldn't have any shame about excusing himself to take care of an obvious problem.

In the middle of the kiss, both mother and daughter were lifting an eyelid, turning their gaze to the tasty treat that they were planning to share, once they were done warming each other up.

"Seems your mother approves of some of the new things you learned," Dan claimed, watching with bated breath and feeling it was only fair that he pull the flap of fabric aside from his lap and expose himself, for the effort the girls put forth. "And she taught you not to be afraid to go after something you want, while she was at it..."

It was impossible for Sophie to answer when she was exchanging such a heated kiss with her mother, but her gaze was speaking in ways that words could never hope to equal: the intensity in her stare was such that Dan felt, for the first time in his life, like there was something to be feared about his daughter, more than the respect that he already gave her.

He'd always loved her little imperfections, from the mismatched ears atop her head to the subtle disability that made her feel so different from the rest of the kids her own age; her father loved her all the more despite these things, but in that moment, he wondered if he allowed those little differences to make him underestimate what she was really capable of, when she set her sights on something.

Now that they were resting on him, he felt overwhelmed in a way that Sophie had never made him feel before...but he loved it.

"She taught me plenty of things, really," her whispers tickled against her mother's lips and enticed Krista into taking a deeper taste of her own daughter, but Sophie only allowed a quick lash of their tongues before she turned her expression back to her father, feeling the affectionate, canine licks of Krista against her cheek. "But just showing them to you from a distance wouldn't be enough to satisfy my curiosity...and it wouldn't be enough for me to consider it a proper gift to you."

Dan would have been glad to assure her that what she'd already done was a gift enough, but he was quickly getting the impression that Sophie wouldn't have listened.

If she had a plan in mind, he decided then and there to let her act on it, no matter what fate would befall him in the hours that followed.

"I'd say that you're at risk of spoiling me," Dan suggested, as his daughter broke from her mother's embrace and stepped right to the edge of the couch. She kept her gaze on Dan the entire way, but her paw reached past him, drawing the blinds closed and providing the kind of privacy that was necessary for anyone to have such an intimate morning, much less a trio with an incestuous connection. "But I guess this is the one day a year that I should let you do that, isn't it?"

With her mouth free, Krista took a final lick of her own lips, savoring the delicate taste that Sophie left behind with even a brief, subtle kiss. "For all that you do for us, you should let us spoil you a lot more often than that," she recommended. "Today, we're just giving you less of a choice."

Dan cocked a brow. "What a terrible fate to befall me..."

It helped Sophie along to know that her father could still have a sense of humor and wit about him, even when she was leaning into his chest and allowing the loose, open neck of her sleep top to hang, inviting him to gaze upon something that he'd never been lucky enough to see before.

When she knew she had his attention, she pulled her fingertips from the curtains, lifted her shirt over her head in a quick, swift tug, and knelt down in front of his spread thighs, eager to sample his body for the first time in whatever way he'd allow.

He was an open book; she could turn him to whatever page she wanted, but the obvious one that was left open and throbbing before her captured her attention, with a little help from Krista.

"Just don't think you can weasel your way out of it now," Sophie warned him. "You're almost to the best part of your gift..."

She opened her maw wide and leaned in, letting her lower lip push a bead of precum back down the topside of his shaft. As she raced to lick it up, Krista knelt behind her daughter and wrapped her paws around her lover's flesh, holding it steady and making it that much easier for the less experienced hybrid to work her way down the warm, tasty inches below.

"Every time I think you've reached the best part...y-you go on and surprise me again," Dan stammered through every step of the stages; he was soured to think that the first flash of his daughter's breasts passed so quickly, but he could still see a hint of her cleavage below an equally tantalizing display.

She'd rushed right into kissing the tip of his member and guiding it further back, but the flat of her tongue was capable of taking more than she'd shown, thus far.

The only thing slowing her down was the gravity of what she'd just done: when her temporary bravado met with reality, and she blinked down at her father's crotch, she had to pause and revel in the moment, knowing what she'd done could never be undone...but she wasn't upset with the decision she'd made, either.

It was simply a lot to take, in every sense of the phrase...and accepting it would become easier, in every sense, as she worked her mouth a little further down and practiced on the real flesh of his cock.

"If you really thought a little kissing and flashing was the best part, it makes me wonder if we've been going too easy on you," Krista admitted. "I know it's Sophie's first time playing with you, but it's not her first time playing with me...and even between the two of us, this is hardly a warmup, love."

There was something arousing about the urgency that came with Krista's choice of wardrobe: even when she became more directly involved in the action and knelt behind her daughter, she didn't strip away the apron...and she would have made a joke about how it was the perfect failsafe for the mess to come, if she wasn't worried about making her daughter bashful as a result.

She knew just how much of a trickle would form before she was done with the hybrid; tugging back at Sophie's pajama bottoms and revealing the bare flesh of her backside underneath, Krista threw her restraint to the wind and pushed the flat of her wide, canine tongue against the already dampened petals, spreading them around her advances.

"...Is she...r-really doing what I think she's doing back there?" Dan asked, looking past Sophie's stuffed maw and capturing a single, narrowed gaze from Krista.

Both girls knew better than to talk with their mouths full.

"Guess I'll take that a y-yes..."

He was trying not to let the word draw into the obvious moan that followed, but Sophie was proving that she'd learned plenty from Krista, and the idea of watching his own daughter sucking the end of a sex toy from Krista's groin was enough to push the first gush of his precum into the back of her maw: she took it easily and kept moving down his shaft, until her delicate, billowy lips were kissing against the delicate fluff around the base of his member.

It was all happening fast enough that Dan would have loved to slow it all down, but there was a desperation in the depths of Sophie's gaze that told of a certain confidence: it wouldn't last forever, and as long as Krista was warming her up, she didn't want to let that window of opportunity pass her by.

There would be future chances for them to refine their techniques together, but there would only be one first chance for them to take that risk together; to cross that line and bond together in a way that Dan had often fantasized, and Sophie herself had long wondered about...

...It wasn't until Krista's full, piercing tongue eased into the tiny, slender gap in those eager petals and eased them a little further apart that Sophie knew she was ready, and she didn't want to give her first orgasm of the day to her mother's tongue, when she'd already talked to Krista about marking her father with it.

Somehow, in the midst of the lustful atmosphere that surrounded them, it was Dan that had the wherewithal to put a single paw on the brakes and try to slow her approach, when she climbed away from her mother's tender licks and crawled into her father's lap.

Her petals kissed against his tip before he had a chance to stop her from making that first, fateful touch, but he was still quick enough to hold her hips and steady in her place, even with quivering, anticipating digits.

"You're missing...one v-very important thing there, young lady."

In an instant, Sophie knew what he was referring to.

She'd never forget the absolute look of shock on his face when she smiled bright, as innocent as she ever had, and sunk down onto the full head of his feline member, embracing the shape of the tip and the tease of his flesh as it slipped against her inner muscles.

"My safe time...lined up p-perfectly with your big day," Sophie explained, as she pushed inch after inch of her father's length into her body, until she was seated in his lap, biting her lower lip as she adjusted to the delightful union that they'd created. "I couldn't have been happier...I didn't...w-want to experience you any other way, Daddy..."

Just hearing those words at the very end, Dan was shocked that he was able to last a moment longer, but there was a sense of duty that came with his overwhelming lust: he couldn't let his daughter overcome such a nervous situation, only to be met with his climax on a single bounce.

If this was to be his final gift for Father's Day, he wanted to share in that moment, returning the bliss of the gift to his little girl and thanking her properly for what she'd given him.

"You're not planning on letting me out until we're done, are you?" he asked, his ears perked forward to her answer.

He could have guessed that she'd be a little timid to say it right away, but as her palms came to rest on his hips and her knees spread on either side of his hips, she shook her head all the same.

"That's the best part..."

She'd been promising to get to that for so long that he was starting to wonder if she did have a plan, but just as she announced the endgame, she bounced with greater vigor in his lap, starting with a pace that wouldn't be difficult for her to maintain.

It would have been one that Dan could match with ease, if not for the wild card that was Krista.

"Forgive me for arguing the point, but I'm pretty sure this is the best part," she chimed in, sneaking up behind her daughter and cupping her bare breasts, hugging the younger lady in a tight, eager embrace. "Just getting to watch you two having such a wonderful time together...it's enough to get me off..."

She kicked a leg up over the edge of the couch, grinding her womanhood on the top of Sophie's tail and leaving a warm, proud streak of feminine moisture in the fur upon it...but even in that stance, she didn't change the hybrid's posture or pace.

Erotic as it was to feel that, Sophie kept her efforts focused on her father, admiring the way that he rested his paws so carefully on the tops of her thighs, and how gently he stroked the tips of his claws down the lengths of her legs, until his thumbs came to rest on either side of her untouched clit.

The hood pushed forth under his urging, the tiny, delicate nub was swirled from side to side, and finally, Sophie's pace became impossible to keep; her inner thighs quivered at the unexpected, brilliant strokes, and the innocence in her smile faded as she felt something irresistible building up within her.

Surrounded by the pair that cared so deeply for her, and feeling the same, orgasmic throb from her father within, she couldn't contain the string of impassioned words that sat in waiting at the edge of her lips.

"Daddy...t-that...pleeeeease keep doing that!" she begged, looking down at his thumbs in the hopes that she might burn that pattern of movement into her memory. "Oh..._oooohmygod..._I can't...I can't help it!"

The actual declaration that she was cumming escaped in such a squeak that Dan could scarcely understand the words, but the internal clench and the subtle, excess trail of juices that spilled over his sack and soaked the edge of the couch were unmistakable signs of what she'd done.

From just beyond the end of his cock, Dan gave his daughter the final, silent explanation of his own bliss, but before his moans came a deep, clutching breath: that he was filling his own daughter's womb with such a wealth of cum for the first time, even during a safe time, was a moment that carried more gravity than he could have prepared for.

He was still finding the next breath when his paws fell from her warm, delicate mound and gripped her inner thighs, needing the purchase to mitigate the wealth of pleasure that flooded his body.

"I'm...c-cumming too, baby girl...f-fuck...oooohfuck!"

It was a low purr and a thicker rumble that kept his voice at bay, but a full, rapid series of pounding thrusts escaped his body, sending Sophie recoiling into her own mother and leaving her grateful for the extra support; she'd never seen that sort of intensity from her father, and certainly not in the middle of such a passionate act.

"Sounds to me like your father really enjoyed his s-special gift," Krista whispered to Sophie, knowing how eagerly the little hybrid would melt into her grasp with a single, teasing line. "Do you think he's burned off enough from breakfast to earn his dessert, though...?"

She was still wincing an eye and feeling the deep, incredible pulse of her father's cock: answering properly would prove impossible with that, but she was able to shake her head and manage an uneasy grin, all the same.

"Not yet...but I've seen you and D-Daddy going at it before," she breathlessly confessed. "He can open a few more...g-gifts...before dessert."

Gulping back a nervous, yet eager lump, Dan looked up at his daughter, seeing her in a new light; if it would only shine on her for that single day, he'd make the most of every second they had left.