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The bell rang throughout the school, and the children, of all shapes and sizes, poured out onto the pavement and split off in separate directions. It was the end of the day for them, and they had their home to look forward to, with their loving parents and their video games, and unfortunately their homework.

Finn was one such individual. A young pup standing at 4 foot tall, with a pristine white fur coat and silly feathers sprouting from just about everywhere. He was looking forward to going home most of all. His uncle was coming to visit today, and he was eager to see him.

Finn and his uncle, Turz, had been engaging in sexual relations for a considerable length of time now. It had initially started with his own curious urges, when he had snuck up to Turz in the night and toyed with the Gryphon's cock. He had done it on a number of different occasions, until one fateful day when Turz had caught him in the act. Instead of being angry, the Gryphon had sated Finn's appetite and had sex with him on Finn's father's couch. The pup had enjoyed every second of it, despite the pain.

Since then, Finn 'hooked up' with his uncle whenever he visited, which was usually a number of times a week. Whenever Turz was tired from his exhausting job, he would sometimes crash with his brother, Conrad, who happened to be Finn's father. He would often be too lazy to really get down to much, but Finn was always happy to oblige his lazy attitude and still make him feel good.

It was a Thursday, and Finn knew for definite that Turz would be coming over that evening. The pup had made a schedule, and he'd found that Thursdays happened to be a rough day for the Gryphon, so he always stopped by and slept on the couch. Conrad never seemed to mind it, which only made it easier for Finn to have some fun himself.

He strode up to his house and skipped up the porch, his tail wagging eagerly behind him. He turned the knob and was thankful to find that it was unlocked, so he strode into the house, tossing his bag down by the door. He paused for a moment and tilted his ears. He could hear something odd. It sounded like someone was crying.

"Dad? I'm home! ...Dad?" He called throughout the house as he stepped further inside, shutting the door behind him. He followed the sound of the sobbing until he reached the sleek, modern kitchen. He poked his head inside to find his father sitting at the table.

Conrad was an Avian, just like Turz, but he was definitely more birdlike. He had a short, rounded beak and a set of beautiful white feathers that covered his lithe body. He had wide hips, and a let of long, dexterous bird talons that were impossible to find shoes for. His head was in his hands, with a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass sitting on the kitchen table. The bottle looked almost empty, and Conrad's shoulders shook with his sobs.

"D...Dad? Are you okay?" Finn stepped forward, concerned for his father's well-being. He put a hand on Conrad's shoulder. "What's the matter?"

A 10 year old could have never hoped to understand Conrad's plight, but the Avian lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot from his sorrow.

"Oh. Finn, it's just you." The avian scoffed, as if he wasn't surprised at all. "You want to know why I'm so fucking upset? Because your whore of a mother left me, Finn."

The pup stepped back for a moment, shocked. His father had never swore before. He'd never even heard him say a swear word. He frowned as Conrad reached for the whiskey glass, completely bypassing the shot glass and downing a good portion of the last of the bottle. He slammed it down onto the table, making Finn jump.

"It's been almost 4 years. 4 damn years!" He cried, picking up the glass and throwing it across the room. It collided with the wall, and the shards fell onto the kitchen counter top. Finn covered his ears, paling at the sight.

"I'm alone. So...so fucking alone. I caught her, you know? You were 6. I was at work. She was at home, meant to be looking after you...I came home early to find she wasn't even in the same room as you." He scoffed again, downing the rest of the bottle as the tears ran down his cheeks. "I went to look for her, and she was banging some...some fucking bull. Some fucking stupid-ass bull, on our bed. Taking his fucking dick like a trooper."

"...Dad, you're scaring me." Finn began, unsure what to say to this. He was only 10 years old: he couldn't hope to really understand how his father felt. Sure, he knew what sex was, but he didn't know anything about relationships. He watched as his father stood, staring down at the kid. The avian swayed a little on his feet, and it was clear he wasn't right of mind. In an instant, he had picked Finn up, and he violently shook the pup.

"Don't you get it, Finn?!" He screamed in the cub's face, shaking the kid as the fear was evident in Finn's eyes. "Your mother is a fucking whore! She left me because she wanted a bigger fucking dick!" He cried.

Then, just like that, he stopped. Finn was on the verge of tears, his lower lip wobbling, his hands clamping down hard on Conrad's upper arms. The avian stared into Finn's eyes, his mouth agape. He was breathing hard, and Finn could smell the alcohol on his breath. The pup wrinkled his nose a little.

"You...look just like her. Your eyes, they're so similar..." Conrad murmured. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but he suddenly turned around. He chucked Finn onto the table face-first, and the pup landed hard on the marble surface. He tried to get up, but Conrad pushed his hand down onto Finn's back, keeping him in place.

"Yeah...just like her." Conrad murmured, and Finn could hear his father pull down the zipped on his trousers. "You've got her fucking ass, too. Fuck."

Finn wriggled defiantly as Conrad pushed him hard into the kitchen table. The avian tugged down his pants and pulled his cock free from his underwear, his thick, humanoid cock slapping against Finn's behind. It stiffened alarmingly quickly and the tip prodded against Finn's little pucker. The pup knew exactly what going to happen.

"W-Wait, Dad, don't..." Finn began, as Conrad spat down onto his dick, smearing his thick member with his own spittle. Finn's father didn't want to hear the pup out and his thick head pressed firmly against the tip. The pup's eyes rolled upwards as he bit down onto his lip. His cute entrance enveloped around the head and Conrad sunk himself easily into the tight ass. It would have been worse if this was Finn's firt time, but Turz had stretched him out pretty well.

"Mmmh...tight, just like you're whore mother. You're a fucking whore too, aren't you Finn? Just a dirty little slut." Conrad breathed heavily as he leant forwards across the table. He sunk himself into Finn, forcing the cub to take every inch of his thick shaft. Finn pressed his head down onto his arms and resisted the urge to moan in utter pleasure. His toes curled and his tail swished from side to side.

Conrad let out a groan of pure bliss as Finn's velvety insides clamped down around his member, squeezing and milking every part of his cock. He shoved himself into his son until their hips bumped together and Conrad's balls slapped against Finn's own tiny sack. Then, he pulled back, gliding all the way back to his glands and hilting again in one, long thrust. The very sensation made Finn let out a small groan, forcing his own little cock into life. His knotted member twitched and pulsed as it grew to half-mast from the stimulation of his prostate.

"Such a good little bitch, moaning for daddy." Conrad huffed, a bit of saliva dripping from his beak as he tugged back and thrust into a steady rhythm. The air was filled with the wet slaps of Conrad's spit-covered dick pounding against his son's tight little ass, their balls slapping together. Drips of pre-cum from Finn's cock formed a small patch on the ground, and he bit down hard on his lip, groaning under his breath. In the back of Conrad's mind, he knew his son shouldn't be enjoying this, but it made it all the more sweeter that he was.

Conrad was going to be pretty close pretty quickly, but he wanted to draw this out as much as he could. He huffed and grunted, pressing his chest down into Finn's back as he switched to short, powerful thrusts, humping back and forth a few inches as his balls slapped against Finn's behind.

"You dirty little bitch...you're enjoying this, aren't you?" Conrad groaned, grabbing under Finn's chin and angling the pup's head up to make him look at him. "Go on, tell me how much you fucking love my cock, you little whore."

"D...Daddy..." Finn whimpered out, his cheeks flushed a hot red as his face burned in shame. His little cock twitched and throbbed with each push of his prostate, and his felt his climax creeping up along his spine and making his loins ache. He closed his eyes and his lip wobbled as a tiny whimper escaped his throat. His orgasm hit him hard, and his insides squeezed and clamped down in unison with his cock's convulsions. He spurted tiny strings of cum all over the tiled floor, forming a small puddle of sticky juices.

"Yeah, that's it. Cum for Daddy, little bitch." Conrad huffed out as he thrust harder and faster into his son's squeezing behind. His climax was fast approaching, and he couldn't hold it in much longer. With a slow groan, he pumped his thick cock into Finn's rump, and his cock pulsed. He spurted thick ropes of cum into his son's ass. Months of pent-up sexual tension exploded out of him, leaking around his cock and dribbling down Finn's balls to form a neat puddle on the ground, whilst the rest filled up Finn's belly and caused it to swell a little. The pup whimpered in pure ecstasy as the avian unloaded himself into him.

After a moment, Conrad huffed and panted, still inside his son. He leant up and pulled back, watching as his cum-covered cock slipped out of the pup's hole, leaving the pup gaping a little with the cum dribbling out of his ass.

"...Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck." Conrad brought his hands up to his head. "Oh fuck, I just...shit. Fuck!"

The bird tugged up his clothes and staggered across the room to get a towel. He patted down the floor and pressed it against Finn's ass, muttering expletives and apologies, his voice slurred.

"Oh god, Finn, I'm so sorry, fuck, I didn't..." Conrad wiped his eyes as he looked down at his son, who was happily wagging his tail whilst pressing his nose into his arms. He had his eyes closed, in a state of pure bliss. Conrad should have thought that was a warning sign, but he was too panicked and drunk to notice.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Not knowing what to do, the bird picked up his house keys and jacket and strode to the door. He could only think of one thing right now: drink. He left the house to get more whiskey, leaving Finn dripping on the kitchen table.

It was an hour later before Finn heard the click of the lock turning and the door opening again. The pup, since then, had shifted into a more comfortable position on the table, his legs spread to allow the cum to seep easily out of his ass onto the tiled floor. He glanced over to the entrance to the kitchen to see who it was who was coming in.

"Yo, Conrad! I'm done early, you got a b-" Turz swooped into the room with a shoulder bag, dressed in office attire, from his shirt down to his trousers. As he stepped into the kitchen, he stopped immediately, seeing the sight before him: Finn's gaped, dripping ass and the fact he was spread-eagled.

"...Finn. Didn't realise you were prepping already." He joked, before dropping the bag down. "Wait...who fucked you?"

Finn cast his glance down, looking a little bashful. He didn't know how to respond: he felt like he was cheating on his uncle, for some reason, and it took the bird a couple of seconds to put two and two together.

"Oh shit...Conrad did this?" He exclaimed, both surprised and shocked. "...Did he hurt you? Was he...?"

Finn shook his head and remained silent. He wasn't upset, or anything, but it was an awkward conversation. Turz smoothed over his head and looked a little confused. Before he could utter another world, the door clicked open again, signalling that Conrad had returned. Turz whirled around and strode out into the hallway to intercept the drunken bird.

"Conrad, are you fucking out of your mind? Fucking your own son?" Turz demanded, barely above a whisper as he tried to talk it out with his brother. "You...you could get in serious trouble. Are you drunk?"

"Fuck, Turz. Shit." Conrad panicked again and he put a hand to his hand, holding a bottle of whiskey in the other. "Shit, I didn't want you to find out, to think I'm some fucked up pedo. God, I didn't mean to, it just happened, I was upset, a-"

"Conrad, calm down. Now." Turz insisted, putting his hands on his brother's shoulders. He forcefully shook him in the hopes it bring Conrad to his senses. All the while, Finn sat in the kitchen, wondering just what exactly was going on.

"Look, Conrad. You're not the only one, okay?" Turz sighed and wiped his face for a moment. "I've...done stuff with Finn too."

Conrad perked up in shock, but he said nothing as Turz gave him a stern look. The Gryphon could tell his brother was utterly drunk, and there'd be no getting through to him right now. He wasn't even sure if Conrad would remember any of this later on.

"Come on." Turz lead the bird back through to the kitchen, where Finn remained sitting. Immediately, Conrad's eyes darted down to Finn's used little hole and he could feel the lust creeping up his back. It was the same for Turz, but he didn't want to admit it either, though he had the upper ground here, sort of. Finn glanced between the two of them, before a smile spread across his face.

"So we gonna do somethin' or what?" He asked nonchalantly, his tail swishing left and right. Turz looked a little surprised, and glanced at Conrad, who only grinned a little. Finn's father looked over to the Gryphon with a knowing smirk, and Turz looked a little resigned to his fate.

No-one spoke as Turz stepped over to Finn, scooping him off the Table and onto his lap as he took a seat on one of the stable wooden chairs. His hands snaked around and stroked along the pup's stomach and down around his hips. He felt a spike of pleasure shooting up his back as the desire for Finn's lithe, small body coursed through him.

Conrad was already getting right down to it as he tugged down his trousers again, kicking his talons out of them and exposing his thick cock to the air. Turz often didn't like to look at his brother's dick, but it was unavoidable in this situation. Finn opened his mouth eagerly and Conrad pushed the head of his stiffening member into the pup's maw. The cub suckled happily and he rolled his hips down into Turz's crotch, feeling the Gryphon's member pulsing into life and twitching against his naked ass.

"Damn it, Finn..." Turz groaned out, unzipping his office trousers and tugging his cock free before it ended up getting two painful. His thickening cock grinded between Finn's cheeks, smearing his brother's cum across the underside of his cock. Turz was bigger than Conrad, standing at an impressive 12 inches when hard. Turz's hands trailed back up again and hooked under Finn's armpits, lifting him up.

Finn eagerly pushed his head down onto his father's dick as he was lifted up enough to settle his pucker atop Turz's thick head. The tip speared his wet, sticky pucker and he easily sunk down, inch by inch, until the fullness of his uncle's length was inside him. His stomach gently bulged from the size, and Turz could feel his brother's sticky cum swirling around his thick member.

With a small groan, Finn's uncle bucked up, shoving himself in a few inches and pulling back. He let out a lewd, hot moan of utter bliss as he pressed his head into Finn's shoulder, gently humping him as Finn's head bowed low in Conrad's cock. The bird took Finn's head in his hands and began to thrust into him, pushing right down into his throat and back up.

The two adults abused their young relative, with Conrad forcefully fucking his son's mouth and Turz pumping into his nephew's ass. The air was filled with their love-making, the various grunts and groans from each of them, couple with the wet slaps of Turz's cum-covered member slamming in and out of such a tight hole.

"Nnh...He's tight, isn't he brother? But then, you already knew that." Conrad remarked with a grunt, his balls pounding against Finn's chin as he thrust into his mouth, over and over. His cock slid right down the pup's throat and back again, leaving Finn little time to breath between his father's humps.

Turz didn't appear to reply, focused on using his nephew as a cum-dump. His cock pumped back and forth, his balls slapping up into Finn's rump and slapping back down again. The cub's insides squeezed with each push, his own little member twitching and pulsing, his knot already formed. His toes curled and uncurled, little groans escaping his throat whenever he had the opportunity.

Conrad muttered expletives under his breath as he felt himself coming close to cumming again. He pushed his cock in deeply into Finn's mouth, letting it twitch and pulse inside Finn's throat as the cub's reflexes forced him to try and swallow the cock, his throat squeezing over and over. This only encouraged Conrad's orgasm further.

"Gonna cum, you dirty slut...you ready?" Conrad tensed and pulled back, then thrust again, on the very precipice of climax. He humped a few more times, moving every so slightly, before his orgasm hit him. Finn place his hands on Turz's upper arms, clamping down as he whined, feeling the cock pulse and shoot warm, sticky cum down into his stomach. The ropes of semen filled him up pretty quickly and he huffed, his cheeks flushing a hot red.

"Damn...Fuck, shit..." Turz huffed, bucking his hips up wildly as his balls slammed hard into Finn's backside. He slowed somewhat and let out a warm groan of ecstasy as he, too, came. He shot his hot spunk up into Finn's insides, he and his brother's cum mixing inside Finn's ass. It poured out Finn's rump around Turz's cock, coating the Gryphon's balls in short splats of sticky fluids. Conrad pulled back from his son's throat and smeared his spit-covered dick all over his son's face, breathing deeply, as Turz remained inside his Nephew, utterly spent.

"Fuck..." The Gryphon mumbled, leaning back, utterly exhausted. Finn adjusted himself and settled there. Conrad staggered on his feet, giggling to himself.

"Fucking bitch." Conrad murmured to himself, slapping Finn's cheek with his cock before he staggered over to the couch. He wobbled and tripped on the coffee table's leg, falling face-first onto the couch. He didn't move, and after a moment, he started snoring. Finn sighed, rubbing his cheek.

"...Is Dad gonna be okay?" Finn quietly asked his uncle, who sighed in response, leaning forwards to put his arms around his nephew, giving him an affectionate squeeze. It was rare for the Gryphon to do that.

"...Yeah. Just give him time." He replied.