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The first thing I noticed when I came to the next morning was the smell. Warmed-over fuck, as Lily would have called. Not old enough to be stale, but not fresh enough to be hot. A lot of it.

My attention was quickly drawn away from the olfactory mess my family had made of our home. First to the familiar rhythmic breathing in my ear. Then the warm, still roiling, belly bulge pressing into my back. The arm wrapped possessively around my middle, holding me tight.

At some point after I'd passed out from exhaustion, someone had hauled Lily into bed with me, not easy given her state, and we'd curled, naturally, into our usual arrangement.

I was going to miss waking up like this every morning. Waking up like this. Or waking up with her lips on mine. Or with her lips on my cock. Or with her other lips on my cock. Or whatever configuration she'd come up with on the days she got up before I did.

The days I woke up first were a bit less exciting, but given the previous evening's events, that was probably a good thing today.

I'd intended to catch a few more minutes of rest there draped protectively in Lily's warmth, but was soon drawn by the siren scent of a pot of coffee wafting into my room. The fact it had managed to cut through the combined sexual aromas of an entire family that included a hyper and three Deviations told me two things. It was fresh, and it was strong. I could do with strong, Lily probably could as well.

It was always a hassle trying to sneak out of bed without waking Lily while she was wrapped around me. Cats weren't exactly well known for their ability to let mice go. One wrong move and I'd be stuck in bed under threat of sleep-shredding until I woke her or she woke herself.

With a subtle manipulation of my kitty's autonomic responses, specifically the one that causes you to scratch an itch reflexively, I managed to slip out from grasp. My feet hit my carpet with an audible *SQUISH* and fluids welled up between my toes. I wasn't horny enough to find it erotic, nor was I awake enough to find it gross. The only thing that really registered was that there was no point ruining my house shoes, as the whole place was probably like this today.

I made a beeline downstairs for the kitchen, each footfall announcing to anyone in the house my approach. I half-expected to see a pile of squirrel women intermixed with a trio of hares, a dog, and a mouse passed out on the living room floor, but apparently everyone else had managed to find their way to where they needed to be.

The kitchen was empty, the coffee pot was almost full. I found a couple of mugs and poured a cup for each of us. Mine with more sugar than was probably reasonable, but I have energy needs. Defying expectations as always, Lily drank hers black.

"I get more than enough cream from you, baby."

That was always a thought that made me smile on mornings like this.

After I'd gotten our caffeine, I peeked my head into the dining room to see if who ever had put the pot on was still around. Sure enough sitting at the dining room table was nana Janie on her laptop. Across from her was Bet, practically buried in a stack of newspapers.

The two of them looked up when I looked in. Bet caught my eye for a second before blushing and becoming suddenly even more interested in those papers.

"There she is," Janie said. "How are you feeling, Junie? I hear Isabelle gave you a hard time last night. I swear I don't know what gets into that girl."

"I'm alright, Nana. Mom stepped in."

She nodded. "Harold picked himself a great girl. The coffee should help the both of you. Special morning-after-impromptu-orgy blend of mine."

The scary thing was that I couldn't tell whether or not she was joking.

"Thanks. What are you two doing?"

"Bethany here's helping me get some research done. Job's easier with an extra set of eyes, and she's got a knack for it. Already spotted five people who aren't already listed on the site as dangerous. Also found some interesting stories that might point to another Deviation a state over. I thought I'd drop by and investigate that when I'm heading home."

"Wow. Nice work, Bet."

"Thank you," she mumbled without looking up.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed about last night. We all got a little out of hand."

She mumbled something else, I couldn't hear quite what and told her as much.

Bet looked up and I noticed a slight edge in her eye. The house reeked of sex, and that included ama Luna's as well. I'd noticed I was feeling a bit Alert. Apparently Bet was too.

"I said the only thing I'm embarrassed about is that I let your aunt hog that sweet ass of yours all night."

Nana Janie burst out laughing.

"Been waiting for a shot at you for years and I settled for a blow job!"

"You 'settled' for, like, six, by my count."

"Same difference. Wasn't pussy. Honestly, babes, I'm ashamed of myself."

Janie chimed in.

"You two are going to room together at school, right? I'm sure you'll get another chance."

Bet grinned at that, while I didn't say anything. Janie was almost certainly correct though. I had Lily's permission. At this point it was inevitable. But I could let her work for it.

"Good luck with the research. I've got to get these back to my room before they get cold."

They both waved me off and I squish-squashed my way back upstairs. When I got to the room I found Lily in bed rubbing her engorged belly. I set the mugs down on my nightstand and crawled in next to her. She played with my hair as I laid my head on her protruding paunch.

We sat there in silence for a good long while, drinking our respective coffees before, finally, she asked me:

"Hey, baby. Am I pregnant?"

I shook my head.

"Wrong order. Mine eviscerated hers instead of letting it through to an egg to convert."

"Oh."

It sounded a little disappointed.

Jun, age 18