Chris Cross: Rendezvous
In this episode of Chris Cross:
Chris' parents are off on a personal holiday and leaving their son behind. This is the opportunity for Chris and Zig Zag to get together and hopefully repair their relationship. Can Zig Zag and Chris manage their strange and forbidden feelings for one another, or will they risk their family for something that isn't allowed? And a mysterious new foe appears, bent on exposing their secret to the world..
Chris Cross: Rendezvous
Written by D.J. Sabin
Disclaimer: The character of Chris Cross is a character created by the author. Zig Zag is created by Malcolm "Max Blackrabbit" Earle. Sabrina is created by Eric Schwartz. This is a work of fanfiction and not based on official ZZ Studios canon.
--1--
From the offices of the Hollywood report, Editor Jackie Glick was scrutinizing over a series of photos that one of his best reporters had taken. Some were rather low quality, taken from amateur cell phones but what they did show made the brown furred wolf grin with delight.
At first he thought the pictures were just of some model at the mall; one of those topless boy-toys used to draw rich teenage girls into their stores. But the more he looked at the various pics, he saw this was not just some Siberian tiger cub that was showing off his ass in a pair of high-priced jeans (and what an ass he had!). He had turned out to be part skunk as well, the boy's pure white fur streaked with silvery tiger-stripes all the way down his attractive frame. A few shots of behind the boy showed his skunk-like tail marked with a set of wavy tiger-stripes going down the top of his snow-white tail in twin rows, also in the odd silvery hue.
When he saw the full scope of the boy's looks, it had instantly reminded him of someone--The porn queen Zig Zag, who was also a hybrid of Siberian tiger and skunk had a similar fur pattern. The kid was a near spitting image of the curvy woman, all the way to his long pure white hair; which differing from Zig Zag, was a thick mop that had a single silver bang covering one of his icy-blue eyes. Everything about the boy exhumed youth, vitality and beauty that few men of any age could have attained and Jackie had on more than one occasion had to jerk one off in private just looking at the boy's pictures.
_If only that boy was gay,_He wished, feeling himself getting stiff yet again. Oh the things he could do to such a beautiful young man...
Struggling to avoid another private moment, Jackie pushed the thought of the boy and considered what Edgar had told him about the boy, as well as the two women that were with him when he had taken those pictures. There had been two young skunk girls grabbing the boy and taking him around the mall. It didn't take much to realize who they were--Tracy and Stacy, a pair of bisexual skunk chicks who worked as porn stars at ZZ Studios.
So a Tiger-skunk boy plus two adult actresses. It didn't take long for Jackie to do the math; yet, Edgar had already given him the title of his next article. The Next King of Porn: the son of Zig Zag.
It had made sense initially to Jackie; that tiger-striped beauty had more dicks than he had, so what was to stop her from getting knocked up by one of them? There were way too many different men to try to even assume would be the father, as well as the implications. It wasn't going to be much in the line of a story in Jackie's opinion, though. So what if she had an illegitimate child? People were having kids out of wedlock all over the place and what's one elitist whore in comparison to any other?
Naturally, Jackie knew why Edgar was so eager to do this. Years ago, he had been trying to get photos of Zig Zag herself, to the point that she had finally filed a restraining order against Edgar. The legal backlash against his old newspaper company resulted in Eddie getting canned from a legitimate paper and forced the hot new reporter into working for a Hollywood tabloid. It was a pride issue Jackie knew and Edgar had resented Zig Zag ever since. Now he had a story that could give the tiger-skunk a serious black eye to her reputation.
Even though the Hollywood Report was a dime-store rag, Jackie at least had the objectivity to delve deeper into the boy. He had found out that the boy was in fact not Zig Zag's Son, but her nephew. He was born to Tabitha--Zig Zag's younger sister--and her husband, a tiger named Jacob Cross, who worked as a manager of a construction company. The tiger-stripes had obviously didn't skip a generation when another tiger got into the gene pool.
Jackie turned to look out the window as he remembered the argument he had with Edgar when he gave him the news.
"Who the fuck cares?" Edgar had screamed at Jackie, "No one's going to give a shit about that. Just run it as is!"
"We can't do that, Eddie." He had rebuked the rat sharply, "The newspaper's reputation is barely there as it is. Another lawsuit by some high profile actress and we'll be lucky to keep all our jobs!"
"Who's going to listen to the lies of some half-breed skank, Jack! I'm telling you this is gold!"
_Jackie hackles bristled as he stood up and stared down at the rat, fangs bared. "That half-breed skank is one of the adult film industry's legends. She's even respected by the mainstream actors. _
She runs a legitimate business and is a responsible businesswoman despite her profession. We run a bunch of fabrications like this and the media will nail all our asses to the wall!"
Edgar had wanted to argue further, but Jackie dismissed it. The rat held a grudge for a damn long time, especially against Zig Zag, and he was not going to let it go. Oftentimes he wondered if that bigot rodent wasn't half-shark himself because he was smelling blood in the water and was going into a feeding frenzy.
Sighing, Jackie turned back to look back at the picture of the young tiger-skunk boy. That boy would be taking the hit far worse than anything Zig Zag would suffer. He'd be targeted by every paparazzi, news organization, and probably harassed by every sleezy agent that would want to represent him for whatever immoral act they can make a buck off of. He undid his pants and gripped his cock as he looked over the luscious young body, wearing only his jeans and showing off his sexy abs and delightfully slender frame.
"If only you were gay, Christopher Cross..." he said wistfully as he started to masturbate.
"I don't know, Jacob...This seems wrong."
Tabitha Cross was standing on the top steps of their suburban home, watching her husband Jacob--a well-built Bengal Tiger--pushing a couple of suitcases into the back of their sedan. He turned back to her and frowned.
"Too late to back out now, Tabby." He said, "We go now or we lose our deposit. Besides, we need this time alone together."
She was not going to argue with him. It was one of those rare occasions that Jacob got time off of his job and Tabitha also took some vacation time as well from her teaching job. They had planned this months in advance and now she should have been the most eager to go.
It wasn't because of their son that she was worried. Chris had been left at home alone without a babysitter on many occasions and no wild parties or anything was broken from any of his wild unsupervised escapades. Chris would most likely stay up late, order a pizza, watch some movies and go to bed like always.
What she was really worried was her sister. Zig Zag was going to come by to check up on Chris while they were gone. She still loved her sister and trusted her adult film star sibling. What concerned her was that she had overheard her own son talking to Jacob about how he had lost his virginity to her sister while on an outing for the studio. Tabitha tried not to be bitter or hateful against her sister for that mistake. Zig Zag had suffered a great deal of physical and sexual abuse from their own father when she was Chris' age, and it drove her from their home, put her on the street where she turned to prostitution, stripping, and eventually doing porn. While Tabitha wasn't a religious skunk, she couldn't help that her sister's excursion into porn wasn't some act of providence. If she hadn't gotten good at being an adult actress, she wouldn't have founded her own studio, became wealthy and popular, and managed to get her and their brother out of that abusive house and into a foster family that would care for them right. Tabitha wouldn't have met the love of her life, married and had a legitimate child that she now feared would be delving into a world she didn't want him in.
As if reading her mind, Jacob was in front of her and smirking, "Tabby." He said coolly, "They need some time to work out there issues without us."
Tabitha cringed, "I don't want my baby hurt..."
"One," Jacob said holding up a finger, "Chris is a grown man now. Second, your sister is a responsible adult in her own right. Three, both know that if something goes south, we'll both be here to ground them both!"
That made her giggle and playfully punch Jacob's arm, "Why do you always know what to do to make me laugh, you idiot?"
Jacob's arms were around Tabitha and pulled her in close, "Because I'm YOUR idiot." He leaned in and kissed her gently. She held her lips to his for several moments then pulled back, sighing.
"It's not like I haven't had my sister babysit Chris before."
"Granted" Jacob remarked, "But the two of them are now adults and need some alone time as well." He playfully reached down and grabbed Tabitha's ass, "Besides, I need to spend some time with my little porn star."
Tabitha wrapped her arms around Jacob's neck, "Does that mean you're bringing the video camera?" She said with a sly wink.
"I will now!"
"Gross!" came a voice from inside the house, "Get a room you two before I throw up!"
Both parents turned to see Christopher opening the screen door to the house.
"Where do you think we're going son?" Jacob said, "To get our room!"
"Please." Chris replied, holding up his hands, "I don't want to know anymore.
Now it was Tabitha's turn to tease, "Who knows, sweetheart. We may come back with a baby sister on the way."
Chris physically shuddered at the thought of his parents...doing it. The sight of Chris quivering made both Husband and Wife laugh.
"Maybe I should go with you." Tina Lynx said to Zig Zag as she was about to leave the office of ZZ Studios.
"I don't need a chaperon, Tina." Replied Zig Zag. She was wearing her usual conservative business outfit, a tight fitting white blouse with a skimpy black mini skirt which hugged her perfectly round curves nicely. "Besides, I haven't been able to talk to Chris for a while now. We need to talk about things."
Tina was wearing a casual pink hoodie and pink booty shorts which squeezed her chubby physique in just the right places. She wasn't like the other girls that worked in ZZ Studios, all fit and tight. She liked having a bit of meat on her, and so did those that she also had sex with.
"Because the last time you two were together, you fucked on a beach."
That made Zig Zag flinch and whirl about, "All the more reason," Zig Zag spoke, trying to hide the venom building in her voice. It was a mistake caused by intoxication that made Zig Zag admit that she had been caught masturbating over Chris during a photo shoot on site, and when he had found her, the two tiger-skunks were fucking like animals. While Zig Zag struggled with it, she eventually realized that she had liked it and that she resolved in her heart that it wasn't the same as what she suffered at Chris' age. That and it seems like Chris wanted it too, which made her feel like it was alright; but, the episode left an awkward air around the two and they couldn't hardly speak to each other for over a month. Tonight was the night that she could finally clear the air between them and try to move on.
Tina got the gist of her boss/friend-with-benefits' viscous tone, "Sorry Zig, but you know I'm right. You two alone in a house together--It feels wrong somehow."
"If not now, then when, Tina?" Zig Zag retorted, her voice now more calm, "I can't avoid him forever you know, and I sure as hell am not going to have you or my sister around to discuss this with him. If I do this, I do this privately."
"And what are you going to tell him?" Tina asked inquisitively.
Zig Zag thought about that. The memory of Chris fucking her was still fresh in her mind, and the more she reminisced the hornier she got. Very few lovers in her past ever made her tingle the way that moment did. Maybe it was the fact that he was a teenager flush with youth and vigor that was such a turn on. Reflecting on that, she would eventually realize that it was the taboo of having sex with a blood relative that was the most exciting. It was wrong on all points, she knew; but, the idea of fucking that beautiful young man had only made her more aroused.
She fought down the burning of her cheeks and realized she was suddenly developing butterflies in her stomach. Why the hell was she suddenly so anxious? She felt like she was going to meet a boy for the first time and lose her virginity. That can't be right, can it?
Wrestling with the wave of thoughts in her head she turned to Tina, "It was a one-time thing, Tina. A moment of weakness. We talk about it, resolve that it won't happen again and move on." She tried to make it sound truthful, but deep in her core, she actually hoped that it wouldn't be the last time.
Seeing the resolution in her boss's eyes, Tina grinned, her eyes bright despite her usual wire rimmed sunglasses covering them. "Alright, Zig. You always shoot straight with me before, why doubt you now, huh?"
That made Zig Zag's stomach tighten. I should have been an actress, She thought to herself as she headed for the door, _cause I can't even believe I said that and sounded honest._In Zig Zag's mind, there was no one-time thing for her. She yearned to have Chris again, to have him all over him, kissing and playing with her tits, then feel his big cock inside her again and pounding all that need building up inside her to a final explosion of pent-up lust. She couldn't help but feel her cheeks stinging with heat. No other man had ever made her feel this way: like she was a teenage girl, inexperienced and being with a man for the first time. It was the sensation she had never been able to experience before, her past teenage life filled with memories of the man-she'd-never-call-father doing what a young lover should have done to her. The conflicting memories and thoughts of Chris stirred inside her, and as she closed the door behind her, she tried to tamp down those old memories.
What do I do?_She silently spoke into the ether of her own awareness, _I want him, but I can never have him. He's my nephew for fuck's sake! This is so wrong, and yet, I still want him!
She found herself wanting to see her nephew now, to see that beautiful young man, with those icy blue eyes and that sexy virile body of his. A familiar feeling between her thighs told her she needed to think of something else; that, or go into the nearest private room and finger herself off before she left. She decided on the latter, moving towards an empty studio room and locking the door behind her. She hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties, crawling into the bed in the middle of the room. There would be toys there to help her get these erotic thoughts calmed down, and help clear her head.
She squirmed on the sheets, unbuttoning her shirt and slipping a hand in to cup and squeeze her breast. Her nipples were already erect and stiff against her finger, making her shudder. Fingers from her other hand quickly went down to her pussy, pressing the tip of her digits against her folds.
Shit,_she mentally swore, feeling her folds already soaked with her juices._Already this fucking horny. Her fingers worked frantically, rubbing along her folds, teasing at the button of her clit, her body twisting and curling herself on the bed.
Her mind suddenly went into full fantasy mode, seeing in her mind's eye a naked Chris atop of her, his hands overshadowing hers as his fingers probed and teased at her slit. The imaginary man made her suddenly yelp as an orgasm rippled through her, spurting a cascade of her own juices from her sex.
An orgasm this soon? Damn it Zig Zag, you got it bad for your own nephew. What the hell is wrong with you?
There in the darkness, Zig Zag found herself in a fantasy that she couldn't ignore. She came several more times before she would finish, then would clean up and prepare for the real chore at hand. She had to be clear-minded for it, she had decided; however, as her personal session on the bed indicated, the chances of her being lucid was going to take a lot more effort than she had.
--2--
Edgar Holmes was on a mission, and no one was going to stop him. He had busted his ass trying to get his shattered reputation put back together after that bitch Zig Zag destroyed it, and he was now intent on some sweet revenge. He had planned on following the tiger-skunk whore around--hoping to find some sort of dirt on her; but, after seeing the young tiger-skunk man at the mall, he now had a new goal.
The kid was a serious looker, and the way those two skunk sluts had been grabbing him told him that the young man was obviously having some pussy from the studio skanks. He decided he was going to do a little checking up on the kid and see if he could catch him in the act. Sure the kid was 18 and considered legal, but it would probably hurt Zig Zag personally if the kids' parents found out the porn stars were fucking their little boy.
So, like a good old-fashioned stake out, he stayed several nights in his van, watching the house of the Cross family, taking breaks during the day to eat, shit and check-in at work. He never told Jackie what he was doing, just saying he was 'doing some research'
fucking fag,_Eddie cursed inwardly, _cowardly cock-sucker has probably had his balls bashed too much by other fudge-packers to have any guts left for real journalist work.
So Eddie was waiting across the street from Chris' house, watching and waiting. He was a lot of things: Reporter, photographer, all-around scumbag, but he took pride in his patience. Like a trained sniper, he could hold a position for days without eating or taking a dump to get a scoop when he was focused.
And this time he came better prepared. It had cost him some serious coin, but he managed to purchase a new camera that was going to help his job. An Olympiad NX-100 digital camera, equipped with telephoto lens and all the perks. It was costly, but the salesperson had said it was top of the line--even could do stuff like that wireless shit: upload photos to a remote server or even to social media sites or whatever. He didn't care for that new-fangled shit; he was an old fashioned journalist and though film cameras were more his speed, it was no longer practical anymore. Thus, Edgar Holms threw himself into this new digital age. Still, all those damn buttons and features were unneeded for him and he just enjoyed the fact that the camera had a lot of memory for saving some potentially juicy photos.
One day on his stakeout, he got pay-dirt. From his vantage point, he saw activity at the Cross house and found out that the parents were heading out for some sort of personal retreat. They even mentioned that someone from ZZ studios was coming by to check on him. It was what the rat was waiting for. Stowing his gear away, he drove off to prepare. He was going to get his usual supplies for a stake out: Beer, cigarettes, donuts and some strong ass coffee for late night. He also planned on showering, shitting and getting himself as alert as he could be. Even he couldn't stand the stale stink of his own body for long in that van, which already smelled of booze and smoke. He wanted to be ready to catch some whore from the studios boning that boy and he was going to get pictures to ruin his Aunt. As a bonus, maybe the kid was a fag too and it was some guy coming over. It would have been disgusting to watch for Eddie, but even more incriminating to show Zig Zag that his nephew was a flaming queer. He laughed at the idea that if that happened, his editor might think he had a chance with the kid afterall.
For a brief moment, Edgar suddenly felt a pang of remorse. Sure the kid was handsome and shit, and probably could get any chick creaming their panties at the sight of him, but for a flash, he regretted using a young boy for his revenge. Chris was just collateral damage, he thought--nothing more. Hell, the kid might actually become famous as a result, even if it meant ruining Zig Zag's relationship with his mother. It would be a small price to pay to see that half-breed bitch squirm.
Going through the checklist of an overly-protective mother, Chris recited to her everything he needed in case of emergency, all the way down to reciting the phone number for the inn they were going. Chris' memory was pretty good considering all the times his mother kept him busy remembering any emergency number or contact information--the result of an mother who couldn't seem to be at ease with her child all by himself. After the third successful number check, Jacob finally peeled his wife off of their son and coaxed her into the car. Tabitha finally strapped in and the couple were off, leaving Chris finally alone at the house. Knowing that she would never let him live it down if he didn't do as she asked, Chris went back into the house and locked the door, never knowing when she wouldn't come rushing back and claim to have 'forgotten something'. He loved his mother, but she could be insufferable when she was being a mother hen.
Inside, Chris walked up to the couch and sat down, planning what to do for the weekend. He had rented a couple of videos--an action flick and a couple zombie b-movies--as well as assorted snacks and sodas for what planned to be a long weekend of vegging out.
At least that was what he told his parents. He wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen once his Aunt showed up to check on him tonight. Ever since that incident at the island set, him and Aunt Z have barely talked to each other, and often not without someone around. He wasn't sure if it was just bad timing, or people who knew about him and Zig Zag having sex were worried if they got together, they would go at it again. Of all the people, only his father and the skunk girls Tracy and Stacy knew about it. It was assumed that Aunt Z--who would have suffered the worst if it leaked out--wouldn't tell anyone but her most trusted friends.
Chris' thoughts turn inwardly more. His Aunt was coming over and there was no doubt going to be some awkward moments. What would he say to her--what COULD he say to her? It constantly dwelled on his thoughts the unforgettable moment on that tropical island trip where the heat of the moment resulted in both of them having sex. It had been his first time and Chris' near photographic memory kept every moment in the forefront of his awareness. There was no chance of a relationship, Chris knew outright. For one, Zig Zag was far older than he was, aside from the fact that they were close relatives. He never expected there to be much more between them other than plutonic love, but Chris couldn't help but imagine something more. He cared deeply for his aunt, mainly because she had cared for him. He loved his mother and father, but he could never do what he did with them like he did with his aunt. Could he still be near Aunt Z after all they have done and not feel something? Would he be tortured being unable to touch her without feeling some pang of longing?
He shoved the thoughts out of his mind the moment it dawned on him. He had started thinking about adult thoughts far too quickly; he was still a young man, fresh and virile with hopefully a long future ahead of him. Pining for someone he could never have was only going to eat at him; therefore, he was going to have to resolve it in his heart that what happened would happen, and deal with the consequences after.
A pair of headlights beamed through the open window of the house and Chris' heart skipped. _She's here._All the wise words he had told himself suddenly vanished like smoke and he felt his hormones kicking in. His Aunt, Porn star Zig Zag, was coming into his home. The same woman he lost his virginity to was coming in. Then and there, he realized that despite all the talk he had with himself didn't mean for shit. He was in love with his aunt--not just some passing infatuation or teenage crush--he wanted her in the worst way possible, and she was here.
Zig Zag turned off the ignition of her car and the lights shut down, plunging everything into twilight. All the way to Chris' home, her heart was thumping in her chest, and now it was pounding like a jackhammer. She felt like she was a teenage girl going to her boyfriend's house for the first time, knowing that they would be making out shortly thereafter. She was a woman who was too experienced and too worldly to be gushing over a boy twice her senior; yet, here she was feeling butterflies in her stomach.
She rested her forehead on the steering wheel, letting her long white hair cover her head like a shroud. What is the matter with me, she pondered to herself. No other man or woman has ever made her react like this before. Sure she's had a lot of lovers that she cared deeply for, but this one made her feel strangely anxious. She wasn't in heat and she always took medication for that. Last thing she ever needed was to go even more horny and get herself knocked up by some passing cock she came across. The thought of having a child never came to her mind ever. She could barely control her life sometimes, much less try to rein in a headstrong wild child similar to her.
"Why..." she silently said into the dashboard, seeing a partial reflection of her in the screen. "Why of all the other furs I've ever fucked...why does _he_do this to me?"
She lifted her head back and rested on the seat of the car, sighing loudly. Over and over again, her mind kept assaulting her with reasons why pursuing a relationship with her own nephew was dangerous and wrong, while the rebellious side of her told her to tell her mind to fuck off and go have fun. She didn't want to admit that she was getting older, and with that, the wild side of her was slowly giving way to the mature side of her nature. Was this a sign of a mid-life crisis for her? Was she using her own nephew for some misguided idea of reclaiming her youth?
Knowing she couldn't sit out there forever, Zig Zag inhaled and exhaled, gripped the steering wheel and whispered, "Cmon, Zigs. You need to do this. Get it together." Psyching herself up, she opened the door and exited the vehicle, regaining a level of confidence and assurance that she had always had before; yet, deep within her, the butterflies threatened to send her stomach into cartwheels.
"Sonofabitch!" Edgar growled under his breath as he looked at the familiar tiger-skunk coming up the driveway of the Cross home. "What is she doing here?" He had hoped it was some other person from the studios; one who would definitely be here to have sex with the teenager inside. He slumped his shoulders and sighed. It would have been the perfect bit of news to put on the paper to give that slut a black-eye. Now it was just going to be another casual visit between nephew and aunt.
He had anticipated something far more juicier, but now all he was seeing was just a family visit. Why couldn't it be the husband alone with Zig Zag and wind up finding them having an affair, he thought. That would sell papers.
Knowing this as nothing more than a family visit, Edgar was packing his things to head back home when a thought occurred to him. What if she would be the one fucking the boy? Edgar quickly shook the thought off as a fantasy of his own demented mind.
Even Zig Zag couldn't be that big of a deviant.
-3-
Chris opened the door, looking at the sight of his aunt on the other side. His heart thudded but he held down the surging anxiety. She apparently had just come from the studios and was still wearing her business attire; a deep blue business jacket and matching skirt that barely went down to thigh length. They were hugging her naked legs far too well and it only made Chris even more excited.
"Hey Aunt Z!" He greeted and stepped back for her to enter. Zig Zag entered and grabbed him in a loving embrace. He tried very hard to not let his thumping heart be noticed as he pressed against her breasts; but, he did feel that Aunt Z's own heart was pounding too. Was she as anxious about this meeting as he was?
Zig Zag's own heart was going off like a jackhammer, and as she pulled Chris in for a hug, she could feel that Chris' heart was going off hard and fast as well. _Good,_she thought. _He was nervous about this too._It helped knowing that she wasn't the only one feeling trepidation about this.
The hug lasted for a few seconds more than either expected, then reluctantly, the two broke the hug. There was a thick aura of awkwardness between them as Chris sidestepped and invited Zig Zag in.
"N-need anything, Aunt Z?" Chris stammered, unable to hide the nervousness in his voice, "Soda maybe?"
_Something a lot stronger than that,_Zig Zag thought, trying to stifle her inner jitters. "No thanks, Chris."
Zig Zag sat down on the sofa and Chris on an adjacent seat next to it. The tiger-skunks were both silent for a while when she finally broke the stalemate, "Did your parents set off recently?"
"About an hour ago."
Good,_thought Zig Zag. _No chance of them reappearing if they forgot something.
"So," Zig Zag inquired, "What are your plans tonight?"
Chris shifted in his chair, "Oh, rented a couple movies, got some junk food and thought I'd veg out for the night." At least that was the original plan, Chris considered while looking at his Aunt. The business suit she wore was smart and still sexy, her crossed thighs hugging at that tight skirt that just barely covered her modesty. He swallowed, remembering again that moment he was between them and his own thighs tightened together to hide the sudden surge between them.
I can't stand this, Zig Zag finally erupted in her mind. She was going crazy inside and it was probably eating him as well.
"Chris..."
"We did something wrong, didn't we?"
She was staring wide-eyed as Chris asked the question, his head bowing low and his eyes covered by his bangs. It was finally out in the open, and Zig Zag's anxiety began to pour out.
"Yes...we did." She paused then added, "And yet...no..."
Chris looked up at his Aunt, bewildered. "No?"
"We did something wrong, yes...your mother will never forgive me if she finds out, I think. Probably never will let me see you or talk to you again." Hesitating to let that sink in, she continued, "I know if it ever came out in the open that people will chew my ass off. Others might actually pin a medal on me."
The joke only made Chris smirk a little, and even that only lasted a moment. His body was trembling in pent up frustration, and now he was finally able to let it out.
"Why was it so wrong, Aunt Z? People do it all the time! YOU Do it all the time! You're a porn star for crying out loud! Why was it so wrong when we did it?"
"Because you're my Nephew!"
"And if I wasn't?"
Zig Zag had to take a moment to think about that. She had at one time considered if she would have done the same if Chris wasn't related by blood to her. In the end, she knew that if she had a strapping young buck like Chris around and he wasn't family, she'd have fucked his brains out then hired him so she could have access to him as much as she needed.
"Then..It wouldn't be wrong." She finally replied.
"So the only reason why it was not a good thing is because I'm your nephew." Chris concluded.
Leaning back in the sofa, Zig Zag shifted her legs and nodded, "You're still 18, Chris, and while legal to have sex, I'm far older than you. I shouldn't have put you in that position."
Chris felt his heart calm as he looked at his Aunt, "I don't care, Aunt Z. I wanted you that day."
The hair on the back of Zig Zag's neck bristled at that. She bit her lip and frowned. "You don't know what you're saying, Chris."
"Why? Cause I'm a kid?"
She was starting to feel angry, "A stupid kid, full of hormones, who caught a woman fingering herself and you got carried away. We were both horny and it happened before any of us could stop it."
"I don't regret it, Aunt Z." Chris replied.
Anger turned to affection and Zig Zag felt herself breaking down, "Chris, don't make this harder than it already is..."
Chris stood up from the chair and walked up to his Aunt, whose face was shadowed by her hair.
"I don't regret losing my virginity to you, Aunt Z." Chris interjected, his voice resolute. "I love you."
Tears started to trickle down Zig Zag's cheeks and she fought back a sob, "Stop it, Chris." Hearing those words caused her heart to be even more conflicted. Sure she loved him back, but they already went too far already with their relationship.
Chris knelt down in front of his aunt and reached out a hand to wipe the tears from her face. "Zig Zag..." She had never heard Chris use her name like that and it startled her from her building anguish. She stared at him who was now level with her face, his icy blue eyes looking kind and loving.
"We can't do this, Chris." Zig Zag muttered, fighting emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Why not?" Chris retorted, "Cause the rest of the world says we can't? I'm not asking you to marry me or have my children. I'm an adult according to the law, so I can decide who I want to be with."
She shook her head, "It doesn't work that way, Chris. You're a young man...I'm an older woman..."
"You're also a rebel."
The moment Chris' spoke those words, something snapped in Zig Zag. She had been a rebellious kid since the day she went out in the open as a kid, being ridiculed and harassed because of her appearance. She defied her father after years of physical and sexual abuse. She rebelled against the world when it seemed to always try to leave her out on the street. Even when society considered pornography sick and wrong, she told them to go fuck themselves and made an empire from it. She had always went against the laws and rules of the world...so why should she start now?
"Chris, I..."
She never got the last words in. Chris, without warning, leaned in and kissed her with such awkward passion that Zig Zag resistance fell apart. The floodgates of emotions broke through in her awareness and before she realized it, Her arms wrapped around the young tiger-skunk's body, drawing him atop of her and passionately returning the liplock.
-4-
Chris was through being awkward--through being the reluctant shy coward that avoided the moment. Perhaps it was the nature of being a Tiger-skunk to be a rebel; you were the result of an unnatural paring of skunk and tiger, and it was in your nature to be that kind of a maverick. He felt the yearning hunger for his Aunt the moment she came in and had struggled with it, knowing the implications of what he was about to do. When it finally happened, everything suddenly snapped into place. As his lips pressed hotly to his Aunt's, he felt the release of all the tension in his body. It felt right--more than right; and now, he felt it in his Aunt's embrace.
Her tongue slithered from between her lips and instinctively Chris's own tongue met hers, curling together in a lover's waltz. Both bodies pressed tightly together: strong pectorals pressed against firm breasts, her body craving the warmth of her young lover's body heat, and vice versa. He inhaled her scent, sweet and erotic which triggered carnal desire inside him that threatened to set him ablaze if it wasn't soon quenched.
Lingering for what felt like hours, the two tiger-skunks broke off their kiss, a trail of saliva connecting their tongues as they panted in need. Zig Zag's eyes opened to stare into Chris', her mind no longer seeing her nephew or a young teenager. He was a strapping young man, and she wanted him.
"Chris...I want you." She breathlessly proclaimed.
"I want you too, Zig Zag."
For the longest time, the two embraced, kissing and fondling each other's bodies. His hands moving up to her full breasts, unbuttoning her blouse and eventually reaching in to set free her naked bosom. In the meantime, Zig Zag was frantically pulling on Chris' pants, pulling them down to expose the young tiger-skunk's healthy erection. Their lips pressed hot and heavy, the heat of their bodies making both simmer in erotic juices while they teased each other's already eager bodies.
Chris had proven to be a quick study, and Zig Zag moaned in his lips as his fingers squeezed and massaged her tits, occasionally pinching her erect nipples and giving them twists and tugs between his fingers. They were like rocks in his talented fingers, and each time he turned them, she would moan in approval. She squirmed under him, breaking from the kiss to lean back and pant hotly.
"God, Chris." She moaned, "You've been practicing..."
Chris was moving his mouth to her Aunt's neck, nibbling and sucking on her throat while his hands still played with her beautiful breasts. He wasn't ready to admit seeing videos of his Aunt every so often, watching and trying to learn what would make his Aunt do what she was doing now.
"I've been dreaming of this day..." He replied as his fingers tweaked the nipples in perfect sync to his statement, adding emphasis to it.
Her hands were eagerly stroking the young buck's hard cock, feeling his heartbeat pulse through his vein-riddled member. Chris seemed to hiss and growl as her fingers found the sensitive tip of his cock, her skilled digits stroked the crown to make his cock-tip drool with pre-cum.
His hands moved off of his aunt's tits and he started undoing the rest of her blouse, helping her out of that top to free her body fully from its confines. She showed no signs of resisting, but instead did the same to her young lover, pulling off his shirt and seeing again that gorgeous toned body of his, full of young lust and desire. The two tiger-skunks didn't bother stopping at that, and started pulling off all their clothes, tossing them around the room before they pressed back together in a now naked embrace.
Unclothed, Zig Zag pulled Chris atop of him and kissed his lips hotly, his young body pressed up against her. It felt just like that day at the island, the heat of their bodies sharing, his healthy manhood pressed up against her, all inhibitions ignored.
No,_She thought, _If we're going to do this, we do it right.
She pushed Chris up and forced him back, resting against the arm of the couch. He looked at her confused as she got on all fours, crawling towards him and gripping his shaft in her hand. His cock was so thick and strong as she stroked it in her hand, it felt like it was a solid piece of pink marble, warmed by the summer sun and smooth as satin. She watched his face change from confusion to pleasure as her lips kissed the sensitive crown.
"Oh gawd..." he groaned, a hand reaching the back of her head and the other bracing him against the couch.
Encouraged, Zig Zag opened her mouth and engulfed his cock down her muzzle, causing the young man to shudder and spurt a wad of pre-cum into her mouth. Inexperienced as he was, she was pleased to see he had some level of control to avoid ejaculating early. She wanted to make this moment last as long as possible.
Christopher's mind was rebooting, his sensations a buzz as Zig Zag started bobbing her head back and forth, sucking heavily on his shaft. He had never experienced such a sensation, and it took every ounce of willpower not to suddenly come down her throat the first moment. Still, it wouldn't take long for him to actually come at this rate, the pleasure of her lips and throat hugging his cock as she gulped and slurped on it filled the air. He ran his hand through the back of Zig Zag's soft white hair, hips involuntarily beginning to grind into her muzzle, pumping his shaft clumsily to her own throat action. In time, he found her rhythm and was soon pumping his cock into her at the same time, his heavy nuts bouncing off her chin.
_Gawd what a cock!_She was enjoying every moment of this now, all pretense gone and nothing left but the need to pleasure a lover. His cock was still throbbing in time to his energetic heartbeat, her tongue feeling every bump and ridge of the veins and flesh that she stuffed into her maw. Over and over she pressed, deep-throating the beautiful young maleness into her, tasting the salty sweet pre against the back of her throat. One hand clutched at the base of his healthy shaft, the other had reached under, grabbing the young lover's balls and kneading them as she sucked down his shaft like a popsicle.
Never before had he felt such rapture as right now. No wonder guys always talked about enjoying a blowjob. His aunt--no--his lover was giving him one now, and it was the greatest sensation he had ever felt. He was feeling his body tense as the need to release was building up, swelling inside his loins like a water balloon being filled too much and threatening to pop. When her hand went down under his shaft and started massaging his nuts, that was it. He let out a loud gasp and his hands grasped the back of her head. Shuddering in release, he felt the balloon inside him break and the surge of hot jism gushed out into Zig Zag's waiting throat.
She had tasted the essence of a man before on many occasions, but this one was strangely different. He blew his load into her mouth with such energy that if he hadn't grabbed her head and held her, the force might have pushed her out. He must have been pent up for a while. It was like sucking on a fire hose, and yet she held in the flood of the savory young man's cum into her mouth. It was rich like cream, salty and sweet at the same time, and she found herself unable to stop swallowing each creamy load down her throat. Her loins quivered, dampness trickling down her inner thighs in anticipation of what would come next.
They both were in that position for a long time, Chris letting out growls and groans as he blew a hot load of virility into his Aunt's muzzle, while Zig Zag swallowed expertly down each heavy payload down into her. She kept his cock inside her mouth for the process, her throat gulping heavily before she finally had to pull back for a gulp of air. Panting for breath she felt a spurt of the boy's cock suddenly jet and splatter a thick stream over her face before he himself collapsed back in an exhausted heap.
Zig Zag and Chris lay awkwardly on the couch, naked, exhausted and only temporarily mollified. He was breathing heavy, his cock surprisingly still stiff as Zig Zag rolled over onto her side and licked the salty cum from her lips, her own breasts naked and nipples erect. She felt the familiar twitch between her thighs and looked up at Chris.
"You're not done yet, stud." She said, all pretense and prior worries now gone. She shifted her body around until she was now on her back, head resting on a small pillow on the couch. Her legs now spread, Chris could see her Aunt's dripping wet sex, glistening with arousal and the fur around it matted by her moistness.
He had never done anything to a woman's...private parts before; but, since watching a lot of videos--most of them involving the woman he now as naked with-- he felt like he could do it.
"It's not going to bite." Zig Zag teased, her fingers reaching down between her legs and rubbed at her folds. She shivered as Chris watched and licked his own chops.
Unable to resist any more temptation, Chris went down on his aunt, his tongue quickly stroking over her puffy pink labia. He was rewarded two-fold: His Aunt's sudden gasps and cry of pleasure, and the sweet succulence of her pussy against his taste-buds. His tongue was rough and as it scraped across her naked sex, He felt Zig Zag's body lurch and hear her utter a mix of cries of pleasure and several expletives.I must be doing it right then.
Zig Zag felt like she was being electrocuted. Apparently Chris had inherited one unique quality from his father that she never got from her grandfather. Felines--even tigers-- all had rough tongues, the surface feeling like fine, wet sandpaper. She had been with several tigers in the past that had such a feature and each time she relished how their tongues felt scraping over her pussy. Now, the young man's tongue, inexperienced as it was, was now doing the same to her and it was as if tiny claws were teasing over her folds, sending jolts of ecstasy up and down her spine. She gripped the armrest of the couch and her back arched as waves of hot searing sensations went through her like lightning. She screamed out several swear words, encouraging words, as well as a few exclamations about a divine being.
After several minutes, Chris felt like he was getting to understand where to lick and where not to. He found the fleshy button at her clitoris was especially sensitive and when he would kiss on it with his lips, Zig Zag was practically convulsing. She was gushing hot and heavy against his lips and he savored the exotic flavor of a woman's jism, finding it to be quite savory.
After a while, he decided to up the ante and started using his fingers, remembering a couple videos of seeing his aunt with her own fingers pumping into a female lover's sex. He pressed his middle finger up against her slit and as he pushed in, Zig Zag practically came on his hand, her vaginal walls cramping around the tool like a vice. He continued to lick and tease at her slit his finger now becoming two fingers that started to slowly pump their way in and out of her folds. He angled his digits several times, trying to probe in different ways to stimulate other centers of her vagina.
Finally, he figured out he could slightly curl his fingers inside her and started to wiggle them around against the sides of her pussy. That seemed to be the famed g-spot for his aunt, cause she let out a howl of pure pleasure, practically folded her self in half in a full on arcing of her back and her vaginal walls clenching his fingers as she came harder than ever.
Zig Zag's mind went blank when Chris' fingers found that secret spot, never having a lover that talented find it so quickly. When he touched it, it was like hitting the button to a nuclear explosion. Her body bowed heavily and she felt such pleasure, she almost fainted from the rush. Her fingers dug into the fabric of the couch, practically scratching the upholstery with her nails as she came hard. Her toes curled, grappling at both Chris and the sofa while she shuddered and twitched from the release.
For several moments, Zig Zag couldn't think straight. She just lay there on the sofa, panting. Her body was hot and her cheeks burned. There was the stink of sweat and aroused musk in the air as she could finally focus her eyes on the young man who was now atop of her and staring back at her.
"How'd I do, Zig Zag?" He whispered.
She regained some composure and smiled, "A+, baby. I think you're ready for the real fun."
He was no longer her nephew and at this time, there was no thought of it in her mind. He was just a lover now--and a very good one at that--despite his obvious experience. She felt her legs wrap around his waist as the tip of his member poised between her freshly teased and now highly aroused sex.
"I can't wait anymore." He said. Feeling the surge of passion in his voice. There was a beautiful and sexy woman under him, looking at him with the same desire on her face. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and nothing was going to stop it from happening this time.
Before either one could regain their senses, Chris' cock pressed up against those tight folds of Zig Zag's. Her awareness was focused now only on the pleasure of his cock, and how it was feeling as it slid deep into her waiting pussy. He was young and virile, built like a furry adonis, and now he was going to slam balls-deep into her and fuck her as if he was a skilled lover.
And slam into her he did. With the eagerness of youth and built up sexual pressure, the young tiger-skunk drove his rock-hard shaft into the mature female sex with even more passion than on the island. This time there was nothing holding him back, nothing to inhibit him. He felt no kinship to her, only seeing a lustful woman that he wanted to pleasure. He heard her sudden moan--her cry of desire--and knew she felt the same.
Zig Zag arched her back and let out a scream of pleasure, feeling that young male's cock bury himself through her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. Lips pressed hotly together, tongues delving between them while Chris' hips started to slowly work, pumping his shaft in and out of her smoldering tight pussy. Though it wasn't her first time having sex, something she didn't know about it made her love it more than anything else. It was dangerous, wild, and uninhibited and as she held her lover against her, she could feel his strength, his passion, and fire in each thrust of his hips and each impaling drive of his shaft into her sex.
It was pure heaven, Chris realized as he was driving his hips down into his aunt, feeling her body sway with each jarring motion. His cock drove deep into her flesh, feeling herself tighten around his shaft and milking it for all she could. It felt so amazing that he didn't want to stop; yet, he soon felt his body begin to give under to the pressure of orgasm.
"I'm...coming..." he stammered between breaths. Sweat was dripping from his face, his body burning with exertion. Zig Zag as well was hot to the touch as well, her breasts jiggling against him and her moans coaxing him forward.
"Yes..." she cried out, "Come in me. Don't hold back." She dug her claws into his shoulders and savored the pleasure, feeling the heat of their union bringing her also to a deafening crescendo.
Her thighs tightened around him anticipating the coming rush; and when it came, neither one would ever forget it. Chris arched his back, tensing up as he drove his cock into her through the hilt. His nuts emptied into her womb, gushing hot wads of molten semen into his aunt's belly like an active volcano. Zig Zag herself bent back, nails digging into her nephew's shoulders and her thighs tightened like a vice around his fully impaled shaft. Her walls pulsated around his own throbbing dick, the muscles of her fuck-tunnel working like a hand to milk every drop of his seed into her body.
The two tiger-skunks held their poses together as they rode through their mutual orgasms, Chris' hips jerking involuntarily to continue pumping seed into her body before his body finally spent its last. His body began to slacken and he quickly slumped over his aunt, panting heavily, his body damp with sweat and exertion. Zig Zag shortly joined him, relaxing her body and feeling the tired rush of afterglow coursing through her body. They held each other close, naked bodies hot with exercise and sex. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and his cock--now spent of seed, deflating inside her. She would regard him as her nephew, but now she wasn't feeling any worry about also referring him to lover either.
Edgar was so taken aback by what he was seeing that he almost forgot to use his camera. He had watched from the open window of his van, using the telescopic lens of his camera to watch what was going on, thinking of doing one last check at the house before he left in defeat. When he saw the kid and Zig Zag going at it, his jaw literally dropped. He was watching so intently as the two tiger-skunks were going at it that he had almost forgotten to take pictures. Remembering to, Edgar started snapping away frantically, insuring he get as many high quality pictures as possible.
I got you, bitch!_He mocked internally, his teeth bared in a feral grin. _I got you at last you perverted slut! I'm going to nail you skanky ass to the fucking wall with this!
The two tiger-skunks were going at it like gangbusters, and Edgar during this was struggling not to pull out his own dick and jerk off as he watched the kid fucking Zig Zag like an animal. She seemed to be equally enjoying having this kid pounding her pussy, and he regretted not having some sound amplification to hear her moaning and screaming. Stupid idiots didn't even bother to pull the drapes back from the window before they went at it.
Finally, after several hundred pictures, Apparently the two of them were finally done and collapsed in the couch and out of view. It was fine, since he now had all the incriminating evidence he'll ever need. He sat back down and looked through the screen of his digital camera, practically drooling in excitement at all the racy pics. The camera was good quality and thanks to the optical zoom lens, you could easily see who it was that was having sex.
"So its the aunt fucking the pretty-boy nephew, huh?" Edgar said with cruel glee, "This is going to be a story for the ages."
He was considering pushing the command on the camera to send the photos to his editor when something better crossed his mind. A wicked grin grew deeper on his face at the idea.
"Yeah...that will be even better..." And Edgar started punching something on the small keyboard on the camera's touchscreen.
Chris sighed heavily and happily, feeling so warm and content, the nervous tension he had held onto him for so long finally gone. The satisfaction was palpable as he gently carressed his Aunt's breasts and held onto her warmly. Zig Zag herself was smiling, her arms holding around her Nephew's neck, the butterflies that were assailing her stomach finally quieted.
Of all the lovers she had have, why was Chris so special? Why did he make her feel so good despite his obvious inexperience? With her mind unclouded by uncertainty, the answer came easily. Chris was different cause she loved him. She didn't care about the fact that she had just had sex with her nephew, but the fact that she actually cared for the young man. Of course she had her share of lovers and cared about a lot of them--some more than others; but, Chris was something more. She had been a part of his life since he was born, and now that he was old enough, the moment of sex didn't feel odd at all. Of course, they could never be more than lovers, and that was fine with her.Yes,_She thought as she stroked her nephew's hair._This is just fine.
A familiar ringtone went off. She took a moment to push Chris' exhausted body off of her before reaching out to her blouse and pulling out her cellphone. Checking the caller ID she saw it was Tina at the studios. Wasn't she working late at the office? She debated whether or not to take it, but it was probably business and decided to take it.
"Hey Tina?" she greeted, her voice a lot calmer and more content.
"GOD DAMN IT ZIG ZAG!" Tina screamed so loud through the phone, making Zig Zag pull it back, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?"
"What are you talking about?" She asked, thinking maybe she was thinking about what she did at that bed in the studio, "If its about the bed, we can have Darke clean..."
"I'm talking about you and Chris! What were you thinking!?"
Zig Zag's stomach tied in knots. "I-I'm here visiting him, what's wrong?"
"You've been tagged, Zig! You got fucking tagged by a paparazzi!"
The knot got a lot tighter and those butterflies were now threatening to implode inside her.
"W..what?"
"I'm sending you his email now. He fucking sent it through to Sabrina, and she got me before it went all out to the rest of the girls. I've never seen Sabs so furious at you!"
A tone went off and she checked the incoming email. It didn't take long for her to see what had gotten Tina so livid, especially when she saw the address: [email protected]
Edgar Holmes! That filthy ass rat had been hounding her for years and now after letting her guard down, got caught doing the one thing that could spell disaster. Zig Zag fought the urge to clench her fist around the phone as she looked at the message. In it, he had placed a single photo, showing Chris and her making out naked. The rest of the message read:
I got you now, bitch! You're going to pay through the ass for this or I send the rest of the photos to the net and ruin your life forever! Payback is mine!
"Did you see it?" Tina asked through the speakerphone. Her angry outburst must have defused her fury, but it only brought it down to the strength of a small hurricane.
"I did." Zig zag said with dejection. It was the worst case scenerio she was dreading coming to life. She looked at the photo, then back at her nephew, who was dozing with a content smile on his face.
"This is going to blow up bigtime, Zig. You need to get into the office now!"
She nodded as she stood up, still naked and trembling with a mix of anger and humiliation. She looked out at the road and noticed it empty; wherever Edgar was, he was no longer here.
"I'm heading in as soon as I can, Tina." She said with a sober dejected voice, "...I'm sorry."
"I hope you are, Zigs" Tina chided, "I have no idea what to do about all this. What do we do?"
Zig Zag turned to look at her nephew, realizing the full scope of what she had done. If it came out, his life would never be the same and it would be all her fault. Her mind had gone blank, the momentary bliss and joy of afterglow fading away as reality hit her like a runaway train.
"For once, Tina." Zig Zag said in a somber tone, "...I have no idea."
-Epilogue-
Edgar Holmes was as happy as he could be, feeling like he just scored the winning touchdown at the Super Bowl. He drove back to his home and had celebrated with a bottle of rotgut whiskey. The camera was placed carefully on the table next to his couch while he was guzzling the bottle of alcohol without concern for tomorrow's hangover.
He had won a victory, and now he was going to make sure that he milked it for every dollar sign he could squeeze out of Zig Zag. He no longer even felt a shred of remorse for incriminating the boy in it now. The kid was a willing participant and this was going to go badly for him too. Oh well, He considered finally. Kid's going to have to learn that life's a bitch.
It would have been easy to send the photos to Jackie and make a righteous story, but he was quickly realizing that his chicken-shit boss was too much of a cowardly queer to risk putting out that story and face legal prosecution. Instead, Edgar was going to blackmail that tiger-striped whore for as much money and pussy he could get from her.
"Oh yeah, "Edgar exclaimed, lifting the bottle of hooch into the air in a mocking toast. "Zig Zag, you're about to find out just how big a bitch life is going to be when I'm done with you."
- End -