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Sis would be living at home again soon and that meant everything was going to change. Dad and I couldn’t exactly keep up our any-time any-place fucking with her back in the picture. In fact, Dad made sure we spent a full day cleaning the house top to bottom before she returned. I couldn’t argue too hard, considering how much of it had been soaked in our sweat and cum by that point. Still, we couldn’t help ourselves from adding a few new stains (and consequently having to clean those up too) before the day was out.

Dad hadn’t directly said that anything had to change, but it was implicit. The fear of things ending between us lingered in the air in the days leading up to my sister’s return. It would have been so easy to copy Dad, do as he was doing and say nothing, to go back to how things were before, but I couldn’t let that happen. I had been living my dream and I wasn’t willing to give it up so easily.

It took me days to pluck up the courage, but on the final night before her return, with my arms wrapped around Dad’s chunky belly, I spoke up. “Dad, what’s going to happen when she’s back? To us, I mean. To this.”

He took a long time to answer. My heart was thumping so hard I was sure he’d be able to feel it. “Well, son, what do you want to happen?”

“Dad, you always do this.”

“What do you mean?”

“You make it about me. What do you want?”

“You’re a hell of a lot younger than me.” He cleared his throat, sat up in bed and pet my head. “I guess I don’t want to risk messing up as a father. You’re my son and I love you. You’re an amazing lay too, but I figure it would be dangerous for me to take control when it comes to decisions in this, uh, relationship. I take enough control when I’m bedding you anyway.” He winked.

I groaned. “Daaaad…”

His great big laugh made his belly shake. My paws snaked out to squeeze it. “Thing is, son. Being your dad means you put a lot of trust in me, and I don’t want my opinion to become law between us. That’s why I always ask you what you want, and put your feelings first.”

For such a big, horny top, he could be a real softie. “So, it’s like a power dynamics thing?”

“I guess so.” He nodded.

I sat up next to him.

“Okay, I can kind of understand. But, Dad… we’ve been at it like rabbits, you’re allowed an opinion on what goes on between us.”

“But-”

“I promise I won’t just roll over and go with whatever you say, unless I want it too. If I don’t know where you want us to go, how can I plan ahead?”

“Us, huh?” He put one of his huge paws on my thigh. He was so much larger than me it made my leg look like a doll’s in comparison.

My cheeks ran hot, my ears flattened. I was embarrassed and nervous, but I had already made a pact with myself: I wasn’t going to let go easily. This was my dream, I didn’t want to wake up.

“Well, I… I love you Dad. If this was just a summer fling for you then, okay, but if not… I don’t want to give up on us. Either way I- I need to know.”

“Boy…” He slid his paw from my thigh to my groin and wrapped his fingers around my sheath. My tip was spurred to life and poked out almost immediately. “You’re no summer fling. I shot a perfect son from my own dick and balls and, if he really has fallen for his old man, I’d be honored to carry on loving him as any father should.”

“By shoving your fat cock inside of him over and over again?”

“Hey, that’s a great idea.” He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my snout down against his twitching cock. I hadn’t realized how hard he had gotten until I was up close, personal and lapping his dick like an ice pop. “Now,” he said. “Swallow another load of your siblings. Your Dad’s pent up and needs a slut to cum in.”

I opened my muzzle around his rod. He took advantage and shoved my head all the way down his length until my lips were kissing his sheath, my muzzle totally full of his thick shaft. He ground up into my maw, spouting pre down my throat like a fountain, our conversation clearly having done a number on him. He loved fucking his fag of a son, even though I had less than half of his years. I may have been barely old enough to order a beer, but evidently that was the ideal age to swallow my own Dad’s load. I liked that math.

His oral rutting was brief and aggressive. It left me breathless, licking dribbles of cum from my muzzle, my whole body buzzing. By the time Dad’s pups were all safely in my belly, I believed deep down that everything would work out just fine, somehow. He spooned me to sleep, I dreamt of his dick.

Sis arrived when I was in the shower the next morning. I didn’t expect her to show up so early and I had become so used to going around the house in nothing but fur that I walked out of the bathroom butt naked, with my towel draped over my back. It wasn’t exactly how I wanted my big sis to see me for the first time in months.

“Bro! Oh my god, put your penis away!” She covered her eyes with both paws and laughed uproariously as I sheepishly covered myself and apologized. My sister took after Dad in some ways, she was taller than me and had a gut like him, not to mention her booming laugh.

“Fuck, sorry! Thought I was the only one around.”

I scurried off to my room as she carried on laughing. The embarrassment was one thing, but now that she was actually here what I felt more than anything was frustration. I picked up my pillow and screamed into it.

What Dad had said to me last night left me so hopeful and happy, but now that my sister was actually here, keeping up a sexual relationship with him seemed just about impossible. So, what now? We’d have to sneak around like thieves in the night? I’d rather get rawed out in the open, but besides that, what if she discovered what we were up to? She’d freak the hell out! She’d make it a problem.

It didn’t matter. Nothing was going to keep me away from Dad’s cock for long. Now that I’d had it, I needed it. Now that he had admitted I wasn’t just a fling, I wouldn’t let him go. Risky or not, even with sis in the house, I wasn’t going to stop taking Dad’s dick.