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                "So buddy, what's it going to be for you?"                 I was pulled from my thoughts by the question posed to me by another one of the impatiently floor-pacing fellows in the obstetrics' waiting room.                 "I beg your pardon?"                 "You know. Boy or girl?"                 "Oh. Girls."                 "Oh cool! Twins!"                 I frowned a little. "I didn't say twins. I said girls."                 He looked confused and when I didn't offer any more of an explanation he retired to the corner and pulled open an old magazine and began reading it. I wasn't trying to be difficult, but my present situation was none of his business. I was in deep as it was, and I sure as hell wasn't going to be discussing it with the likes of him. Or anyone for that matter. OK, maybe to you I will. I can tell you only because you don't know me and likely never will. But what I'm about to discuss here and now is strictly a private matter, and as such is not something I ever want leaking out. The repercussions would be cataclysmic for all those involved. I never know how far back to start a story, but I guess I'll fill you in on a few details. I'm pure blooded  wolf. My father was a wolf and so is my mother. When I was around two years old he was killed in an accident, so I remember him more from the photos than I do of him in real life. My step-father was a wolf wannabe.  He wasn't a bad sort, not in any definition of the word. But he was only a Malamute and that's all he was ever going to be. He and mom hit if off early on, and the result was my younger sister. She looked a lot like him, which isn't to say anything bad about her general appearance. Honestly, she was a cutie from day one. She was about three years younger than me and always hanging on me like a plague. I remember how it used to annoy me. That was back when I didn't like girls. Sure, she was my sister. But she was a girl. Girls were icky. I accidentally let out a little laugh out just now. Icky. Boy, I sometimes wish I was back to being a stupid kid again. Anyway, one day my stepdad up and left. He didn't leave a note or an explanation. He just went off and never came back. It made me angry that he would do such a thing, and even more so that I was graduating from high school soon and he wasn't going to be there to watch. It made an impact on the family let me tell you. My sister, Marina, clung to me now more so than she ever had in the past. She was at that stage where she wasn't a kid anymore, not by any stretch of the imagination. She was fifteen heading for sixteen, and quite the looker.  Her attentions weren't something you could ignore. Mom moped around the house in a depressed state, and I wished with all of my heart I could do something to comfort her. But I was just a kid in school. It then dawned on me that once I graduated I would technically be an adult. For that matter, why did it have to start then? I made up my mind to support the family as best as I was able. I had no idea the lengths I would end up going to do just that. It was getting close to graduation, and I had to keep focused on homework and exams to make sure I graduated with a good standing. I dropped out of a few extracurricular activities to make sure I had enough hours for a part time job. I mean, we weren't destitute or anything, because mom had gotten a ton of money from my real dad's life insurance policy, but there was no point in exhausting that. For that matter, I half figured that my stepdad might have drained that account already, but mom assured me that most of the money was still there. It made me feel better, but I was at least not going to put a burden on the finances. I would earn money for paying for my car and anything else I needed. I helped out around the house, mowing the lawn and pulling weeds, and pushed myself until mom told me in no uncertain terms to stop. "Brad, you're going to put yourself into the hospital. Slow down. You'll be graduating soon and then you'll be on your own." "But mom! Someone needs to wear the pants in this family." "And that's going to be you?" "Why not?!" She stopped and looked at for a moment. "Why not indeed?" She walked away with a thoughtful look on her face. Needless to say I was a little flustered at her abrupt change in demeanor.  It was bad enough that Marina was on me like glue. I mean, it wasn't all bad, but she was my sister. So when I was actually taking a break from studying to watch some television, I didn't mind her joining me, but she would snuggle up close, pressing her chest against my arm. While she might have meant nothing by it, it still managed to drive me crazy. I didn't have a girlfriend, and so my hormones went into turmoil whenever she sat so close. One night, I guess you could say that fateful night, I came home from my job, tired and sweaty. I jumped into the shower, washed up and came back downstairs to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. Mom was in there refilling her wineglass. I say refilling because when I had passed her earlier, it had been clutched in her paw then. "Well don't you look all clean and handsome?!" I was intent on getting some food, so her tone went over my head. "Yeah, I just got showered. Is there any of the meatloaf left?" "Meat...loaf? Oh, yeah there might be in the back. Meat does sound sort of delicious doesn't it?" I was still oblivious to her intent. "Yeah. I've got a hankering for some. The stuff they serve at school is cut with who-knows-what. And you know me and vegetables." Mom brushed into me as she reached over my shoulder to return her bottle of wine. I was suddenly aware of her breasts as they pressed against my back. I might not have noticed had her nipples not been as hard as the thumbtacks on a bulletin board. Still I figured it wasn't on purpose. It was my mom after all. She set down the bottle and stood up, bumping my butt before turning and walking away. I thought that the whole thing was a bit titillating, but then, I was feeling a bit randy and living in a house with two females wasn't easy. Leastwise, it wasn't easy for me. Now, I bet a few of you out there are thinking the worse of me. You mean you were actually having dirty thoughts about your mom? The answer was no, not really, and yet... Mom was only thirty seven. She was as fit as anyone her age, and probably three times as much as most of the ladies she graduated with. She had always been a looker (I saw her old yearbooks) and while she normally wore looser fitting clothing, she still had a body to rock some solid style. I always thought she was a bit of a hippy with her loose dresses and all, but I was to finally find out the reason for that in the very near future. She went out to the living room with her full glass and sat down in front of the television with my sister. I was feeling a little distracted, and rather than sit out there with them, I went up to my room and closed the door. I pulled out my textbooks and began reading over the next chapter for anatomy. It was amazing how boring a book like that could make the canine body. Still, it was nice to know a few of the things we were learning. I knew my own body pretty well, but the female one was a bit of a puzzle to me. Even my experienced friends listened attentively when the teacher discussed matters of sex. So you see, I had sex on the brain from more than one place, and yet, I was still trying to be the good son/brother and act all nonchalant and all that. I'll tell you right now that it wasn't easy. It wasn't easy at all. Bedtime rolled around and I was still hard at work reading up on the next week's material. In addition to anatomy, I had math, chemistry and my language courses to study. I heard mom tell sis goodnight and then all was quiet. I was rather glad they were going to bed, because I really needed to jack a load or two off, and I didn't want to be disturbed. I got up to use the bathroom, walking as stealthily as I could. Despite my effort, the floorboards creaked as I moved across them. I hit the toilet as quietly as possible, flushed and walked back to my room. Mom was sitting on my bed. I gulped just a bit, seeing as the box of tissues was sitting out. Thankfully, the lotion was still under the bed. "Uh, mom?" "Sorry to bother you Brad.  I just wasn't tired yet and when I heard you get up, I thought I would see if you were tired." My mom was not only sitting on my bed, she was wearing a very revealing nightie. I had seen it before, but I was overly appreciative of her body right now, from our brief physical contact earlier and from my lessons for school. Mom or not, she was a female and a damn nice one at that. If she had been the mom of one of my friends I wouldn't have had second thoughts about doing her. "A little. Why?" "Oh nothing. I thought I would tell you why Roger left." Roger was my stepdad. "Oh?" "Yeah. You see, he was real sweet and all, but nothing like your real father. Now he was a wolf of adventure. We met in high school of course and his death nearly killed me. I latched onto Roger for the stability he offered. He wasn't quite up to the things your father was. I sort of slipped up one night and broke the deal we had made." "Deal? What deal?" "It's hard to explain." She spied my anatomy book and opened it up. She flipped through the pages, searching back and forth before stopping. She was on the page with the male sexual organs illustrated on it. I felt a wave of embarrassment. "See how you have this?" she asked, pointing to the diagram of the penis. "Uh, yeah," I said deadpan. "Well, I'm sure you know how to use it." "Mom!" "Oh don't be coy. I was your age once. I'm sure you know how to use it." "But I never have!" I blurted out without thinking. "Really? I'm surprised at you. Such a handsome young wolf too!" I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I wasn't prepared to discuss sex with my mom. "Mom! Your story?" "Oh yes. Well Roger and I had a deal. He would be the male of the family and I would be the female." "Uh. Duh! Why even say something like that?" She stood up. "Because I'm not all that I appear to be." "Huh?" I knew I sounded stupid, but I really had no idea what she was yammering on about. She undid the drawstring on her lingerie and exposed her body. My cock jumped in my shorts when she did. It was the first real time I had seen a female body up close. Only hers wasn't a textbook example. She had a cock like mine. "What the hell!" She fingered herself and smiled. "A bit of a surprise, isn't it? Your book doesn't go into details on the condition known as hermaphroditism. " "What?" "When someone has the sexual organs of both a male and a female." "That isn't possible!" She sighed. "Sadly it is. I'm one of those lucky ones. I'm female, but I came equipped with a little extra." I was staring at her crotch, wondering only one thing. "Does it work?" She stroked it for a bit until the damn thing was erect. It wasn't as big as mine, but it was impressive. "Fuck!" Mom smiled at me. "I don't mind if we do." "What?" "Oh do stop acting all innocent. You want to wear the pants in this house, than you have to earn that right." I gulped. "How?" She fingered herself, a little lower this time. "I am a woman, plain and simple. Just because I was graced with extra baggage doesn't make me less of one." "But what does this have to do with Roger?" She ran her fingers back up to her shaft. "Your real father and I used to play at who was the submissive one. He liked taking it up the ass, just like I did." "Up... The... Ass?" "Yes, up the ass. Well Roger wasn't into that. And I got a little carried away one night and I raped him. That was all it took." "You fucked him in the ass?" "Yes. I happen to feel just as much sensation with my cock as I do with my cunt young man. " "Yeah but..." I was rendered speechless. Was my mom going to bend me over and do me too? "But or butt?" she asked with a smile on her face. "If you think it's my intention to do you the same way, I'm not. As much as I would love to get some action that way, I'll settle for some good old-fashioned, down-home fucking." "Mom!' "Oh, don't you dare Mom me. I have needs, and if you haven't been into a female yet, then I can't think of a better way to learn the ropes." I was about to argue when her paw slid up the inside of my boxers. I hadn't even consciously realized that I was still sporting a woody I was so distracted. She purred like a stupid cat when she touched it. "My, my. Here I've had this under my roof and I never thought to put it to use. I think it's time to correct that oversight." "But?" She stroked her cock. "Butt? If that's how you want it, it's alright with me. I haven't had a good lay in a long while." "Hell no!" "Then quit quibbling and get undressed." I was stunned. Here I was with a solid offer of getting laid and I was hesitating. Then something in my head snapped. This was my mom, but she was one wicked female. And with any luck, I could get laid all the time. That was, if I didn't screw it up now. I stood and stripped in about three seconds. She stood to get a good look at me. "That's better young man." She was licking her lips as she surveyed what I had to offer. I was nervous as hell right then. This wasn't how I had envisioned my first time. I don't remember what I was expecting, but I knew it wasn't this. As it was, I was filled with a desire; nay a need to throw her down on the bed and make mad, passionate love to her. I suddenly wanted to prove I could be the man of the house! The problem was, I had no experience and I knew she had a ton. I was fearful of making a fool of myself. She seemed to sense my reluctance. "Oh come on. What have you got to lose? If the first time isn't perfect, try, try again. I'll take anything and everything you have to give." She pushed past me and lay across the bed. I was still a little frozen with fear, but my libido grabbed me by the balls and urged me on.  I climbed on top of her, not quite certain where to start. I wanted to touch her everywhere at once, but I really wanted to get my cock into her and feel what a female was like. Thankfully she took pity on me and guided my paws to her breasts, as her own went to my cock. I groaned as she stroked it with a firm grip. Her nipples were soon hard little protuberances upon her magnificent breasts. I found my nerve and got my face down to her chest and licked those wonderful orbs. I don't know what I was hoping for, but her taste matched her scent; a combination of natural aroma and perfume. Her paw on my cock was the best thing I had ever felt. That lasted about a couple of minutes tops. Then she positioned me right where she wanted me and pulled me in. I felt a wet sensation, followed by a slippery, warm feeling that I knew signaled my initiation into manhood. Her hole wasn't as tight as I thought my first time would be, especially after hearing all of those stories from the guys at school. But I did have the odd sensation of having a cock resting between me and her, something I was sure the other guys never had. I nearly blew my load right then and there. I only failed at that in my desire to make a good show of myself. We both knew I was totally green at this, but seeing as it was my mom and all, I figured she might give me a little leeway in the performance category. As it was, she seemed to be leading this sexual escapade despite me being on top. "Oh God that's wonderful!" she cried quietly. I thought females were supposed to be loud during sex, but I guess she figured she had to keep it down or else rouse my sister. That would be a hard thing to live down; getting discovered by my little sis. She'd probably have heart failure if she discovered us. "Yeah, this is great! But should we be doing this?" She kissed me on the lips. "Stop if you want to." She had me there. There wasn't any way I was stopping until I blew a wad. Funny thing was, there was one specific aspect from my anatomy book I had failed to remember at this moment. I was reminded of it not long after, but at present, my mind was on the here and now.

And the here and now was - wow, just wow! My toes dug into the mattress, securely anchoring my lower half for the necessary job of generating the proper force with my hips. I remembered my one teacher mentioning something about every action having an equal and opposite reaction. I assumed that was mostly in reference to physics, because I had a feeling the both of our reactions to this encounter were going to be pretty much the same. She dug her nails into my back and with bone-crunching intensity, hugged me, kissed me, and thrust her hips into mine in an act that I could never have imagined much less contemplated ever having. I remember a bawdy song I once heard that I thought was pretty silly, but I was now beginning to catch a glimmer of what it meant. I might have the lyrics a bit wrong, but there was something in it about an older woman; they don't yell and they don't tell, and they're grateful as hell... I was pretty damn grateful too. I was already thinking ahead. I was wondering how much we could do of this. I was already counting the possibilities in my head. She had her legs wrapped around me and was doing most of the work. I knew what I was supposed to be doing, but every attempt I made was disastrous. Everything that I seemed to do countered her movements so I finally gave up. She whispered in my ear. "Good boy. You'll have your turn when the time comes." With that she stopped and flipped us over. We nearly fell off my single bed, but she was a pro at this. In the next instant she had us smack dab in the middle of the mattress.  She threw her head back, allowing her hair to fly feely about her shoulders. She rubbed he breasts and licked her lips. "Ready or not son, I'm going to rock your world." She wasn't lying. She ground her hips onto me just like some of the girls in the online porn flicks did. Yeah, I watched some of that stuff. Who didn't? But you have to know that a lot of it is just acting. Only, now I doubted my cool assessment on the subject. Mom was going at it like her life depended on it.  She hadn't had the chance to relieve any of her built-up tensions since Roger had left. So now she was unleashing them on me. I was the luckiest wolfboy in the world! She was gyrating in place with the enthusiasm and limberness of a belly dancer. On occasion she would drop down and connect with my mouth in an embrace that nearly took my breath away. Her tongue had a life of its own as she seemed to be intent on finding my tonsils with its tip. I responded as best as I could, trying to match her motion for motion. Then, all of a sudden, she would whip back into an upright position, thrashing for all she was worth. After about the fourth time of this, I could feel a change, both in her and in me. I recognized too late what was happening, and besides, I was hardly in a position to stop it. I knotted up inside her. She growled a little too savagely for my tastes. I mean, I know that I'm from a long line of fierce predators, but this was supposed to be a more civilized time. And yet, that primal exclamation raised my blood pressure a few bars and I think my hormones inundated my bloodstream like a horde of raging berserkers. Now she was hauling up on me, pulling me up off the mattress with each athletic maneuver she performed. I was no lightweight and she was acting like it was nothing doing what she was doing. I thought she was going to hurt herself, but it seemed all pleasure and excitement for her. I doubt any girl my own age would ever have gone so wild on me. Guys were supposed to be the aggressors. Mom apparently had never gotten that memo. I could imagine Roger as she assailed him with the same vigor she was performing with me. I could see where a like role reversal might have freaked him out. I wasn't forgiving him for leaving, but I was a little more understanding now. I couldn't imagine that cock of hers up my butt! Not with the way she was going right now! I know some guys did that kind of stuff, but that wasn't for me. I was more than happy doing what I was presently doing. Even if it was my mom! Maybe because it was my mom! She was riding me hard. The bed was thumping the floor in time with her upward lunges. I spread my arms and dug my claws into the mattress, trying to find some stability in this overwhelming situation. You know how you sometimes wake up and you feel the room spinning? Yeah, that was the feeling right there. Only in this case my whole world was spinning...counterclockwise...at three time normal speed. She was already going pretty damn hard and fast on me, so when she picked up the pace even more I knew I was in for it. Her hole tightened up around my knot to the point that I thought I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of her encompassing my manhood. I could feel my balls constricting in preparation for firing out their life-giving fluids. I had jacked off more than my share of times, but during none of them did I ever feel like this. She could sense me tensing up and rode even harder, if that were possible, until I came and came and came. It started deep inside and fought its way to the surface through extremely narrowed channels.  My nerve endings flared with sensual fire as it did, causing me to cry out uncontrollably as mom rode me for all she was worth. She soon added her cry to mine as her body reacted in a way most of us don't think of their moms as doing. But she was doing it now in overtime. She dropped down on top of me, panting like a racehorse and clawing at the sheets as her cunt went into a paroxysm of contractions. I was too stunned to do more than lay there and enjoy it. She was still twitching five minutes later. And yet still at ten. At fifteen she tried sitting up but her arms wouldn't hold her.  So she whispered hoarsely in my ear from where she was at. "You are definitely head of the household son." I gave her a hug. "Thanks. But should we ever do this again?" She managed to pull herself up and look me in the eye. "As soon as you're ready.  For me, that was just a warm up." I fell back as far into the bed as my shock would allow me. "What?!" "Oh silly boy! Did you think that I could be satisfied with a single dose? I can do this for hours." "But I have school in the morning!" "Yes you do. So quit wasting time talking. Until that knot of yours subsides, you've got all the meat I need to feed my hunger. So get busy!" A good son never disobeys his mother. The problem was, I wanted to have her on the bottom. Actually, I wanted to take her from behind, but with my knot and all, I was stuck where I was. She seemed to read my mind. "You want something different don't you? You men are all alike. You want to be the dominant one in the relationship. Fine. How do you want me?" "Uh. Anything?" She giggled. "Anything? Right now we're confined to a limited number of things. So I guess I should have asked how you would like me." I told her. "Is that all? Follow my lead and do what I tell you." She soon had us contorting past one another from our attachment point until somehow - miraculously - we were in the position I so craved. She didn't seem to mind one bit. She buried her head in my pillow and wiggled her hips. I grabbed her tail as an anchoring point and started to drill her solidly. I began slowly, savoring the already sensuous feel of her body. From this position it was easier to forget she was my mom and to think that she was just about anybody. The funny thing was, all I could see was her face now. It had taken on a whole new meaning for me. She had always been lovely to me, but now that was converted to something higher. I don't know quite how to say it, but she had gone from being a familiar face to having a countenance of one of those old goddesses they talk about in lupine history. There had been goddesses of love in the ancient times, and I was now thinking that my very own mother might have been a reincarnation of one of them. She was equipped with the organ of both genders, and yet was entirely and distinctly female. She had birthed me after all. Which got me thinking. I was right back where I had first started in life! Now wasn't that a weird thought? I let that drop from my psyche. It was a little much to contemplate at a time like this. I was sure the psychology teacher might have an explanation for it. In fact I think he did. Again, it was named after some ancient guy. I couldn't remember who precisely, so it was a good thing it wasn't going to be on any on my upcoming exams. I leaned back as far as my knot would let me before slamming it home. Despite having just pumped every ounce of fluid I thought I had in me, I felt a renewed vigor for the upcoming event.  That ass I was staring at was more perfect than a lady her age should have been allowed to possess. I guess it was at that moment that I really gained an appreciation for her yoga classes. Before that, I thought it was silly nonsense. But you can bet I was going to be trying some myself. With my mom. Naked. God! I just about lost it merely thinking about doing what I was already doing. I thought she had it bad, but I was beginning to see where I had it worse. I was at my peak and then some. I just hadn't had the chance to really pull out the stops. I let go of her tail for the moment and moved my paws to her hips. My grip was as strong as I   had, and in the end I left bruises on her. Thankfully, between her fur and their location, no one ever saw them. But it shocked me that I ended up playing so rough. I slammed into her repeatedly, bouncing the bed even more than we had before. The sheets were sent fluttering to the floor as the mattress bounced so energetically that it was soon askew on the springs. She tried to alleviate these minor problems by reaching out and pushing against the headboard. It might have slowed down the destruction on my bed, but it only made her a more solid target to push against. I pounded away on her for an hour; heedless of the noise; heedless of the demolition of my sleeping arrangements; or of much of anything else but what we were enjoying. She came in multiples, clutching the remaining bed sheet each time she did. I held out until I was faced with the choice of either cumming or passing out. The latter wasn't an option in my book so I let it loose in a raging torrent of cum. She fell forward, dropping her ass and taking me with her. I might have gotten released by that action had not my knot been still as solid as a rock. I collapsed against her, breathing like an asthmatic as my body called on my lungs to supply it with much needed oxygen. I had never worked for something with more intensity in my life than what I had just done. I'm not ashamed to admit that I fell asleep in a matter of minutes. I was totally exhausted and while some of you may say that it's a poor excuse, it's all I have to offer. I was out. I never stirred until the alarm went off in the morning. Even then I was so totally out of it that I thought I had dreamed the whole thing. It was when I went to move and the sheets were stuck to me that I knew it had been no dream. "Fuck." That was all I could say and I said in under my breath. I had fucked my mom and it had been so great that I wanted to do it again. The problem was twofold. I had school in a few hours and my sister was home. I mean, she had been home last night, but she would be awake now. And besides, who was to say mom would be happy this morning? For all I know she might have been drunk. She didn't act drunk, but who could tell for certain? I pulled the sheet away from my body, hit the shower before my sister could hog the bathroom and got dressed. I almost hated going down to the kitchen but I had to see what kind of damage my indiscretion had caused. I could smell sausage cooking, and eggs, and a few other things mom never cooked except on the weekend. I stepped into the glow of the overhead lamp and gazed at that magnificent backside. She was dressed mind you, much like she was any other morning, but I had seen what lay beneath that clothing and my imagination did the rest. I found myself getting excited again and forced myself to relax. She turned and her smile was the most genuine I had seen in a long time. "Morning honey! Did you sleep well?" "Shhhh! Not so loud!" I said with the loudest whisper I could manage. She acted like she had no idea what I was talking about. "I slept the soundest I have in a long while. I felt so good this morning I decided to make a special breakfast before you two headed off to school. She said nothing of the night before, but I knew she was thinking about it. If not for the presence of my sister, who was dawdling upstairs apparently, I would have throw mom on the table and had a different sort of breakfast. As it was, Marina walked in, looking tired and cranky. She didn't say anything at first, but the smell of a hot breakfast thawed her demeanor. Mom smiled at her. "You look tired dear. Didn't get much sleep last night?" "No. Someone was making an infernal racket last night." While she wasn't looking at me, her words barbed me like poison arrows. I had made too much nose the night before! I did my best to shrug it off. "I haven't been able to get to the gym lately. I wasn't tired so I did a little calisthenics until I was worn out. So sue me." "A little? Jeez! You rattled the whole damn house!" "I think you're exaggerating!" "Hardly. Didn't he shake the whole house mom?" "I really can't say dear. I suppose he was a little exuberant in what he was doing. It happens." My sister stared hard at mom for a brief second before relenting.  "Whatever. Don't let it happen again. Some of us like to sleep at night." "Yes dear, sleep is good." She changed the subject. "So are you still planning on going clothes shopping this weekend?" My sister looked disheartened. "No. Sally's car broke down. Between that and coughing up the money to fix it she's out of the game for a few weeks." "Oh well. Maybe you'll find someone else to take you. Where were you planning on going?" "Sutherland Mall." I choked. "Seriously. That's a good forty miles away. What's wrong with our mall?" "Get real! Everybody will be hanging out there and who wants to be with the in crowd?   I wanted to go somewhere new. And besides they have some great stores there." "Whatever." Mom looked thoughtful. "If Sally's car is broke down, how were you planning on getting to school??" "I thought maybe you would drive me." "Well, I suppose I could. But I wasn't expecting to have to get dressed so early this morning. Maybe your brother would give you a ride instead?" I nearly choked again. "Her? Ride with me? Only if she wants to." She snorted at me. "Yeah, I'll ride with you. I could have worse commuting partners." That was a first. My car wasn't as fancy as some of the richer kids, but it was decent enough.  I guess riding with your older brother was sort of dorky or something. After breakfast she got in without a word and buckled up. I backed out of the drive and headed down the street. We hadn't gone more than three blocks when I slammed on the brakes. No, there wasn't anything in the street. Marina had turned to me and said in the most deadpan voice I had ever heard her use; "You and mom had sex last night." I knew better than to deny it, but I wasn't sure why she was so sure. "How do you know?" She actually smiled. "God you can be so stupid sometimes. Even if it wasn't with you, I could tell. For one thing, the only time she ever fixed a full breakfast that wasn't on the weekend was when she had some intense sex with dad. I should know since my room was the closest to theirs." "And?" "And? And that's the happiest I've seen her in a long while. I was beginning to worry about her." I about shit myself. "And you're ok with that?" "With her being happy? Sure. With you nailing her like she's a common whore; no." I just about hit her until I saw the grin on her face. She was baiting me. "It wasn't my fault!" "Fault. Who cares? The way you two were going at it was enough to have the neighbors call the cops!" "So what now?" She grinned even wider, this time achieving a bit of a villainous look on her face. "Oh, I don't know. This information is very valuable. What's it worth to you for me to keep my mouth shut?" "But you said..." "I was happy for mom. You; well you're just my older brother. I could let something slip that you've been getting some action recently. Then they would be all over you asking you who it was. Then what would you do?" "You little bitch!" "Maybe. I'll tell you what. You can work off your debt to me starting this weekend." "Doing what?" "You can take me clothes shopping." "Are you kidding me?" "Nope. I had my heart set on getting some new outfits and you can take me." "Fine. I'll go hang out at the game store." "Oh no you won't! Sally and I critique each other's choices. So you'll have to look at everything I try on and tell me what you think." "I can tell you now what I think." "Careful. You have a reputation to maintain. All I have to say..." "Damn I hate you." "Hate is such a strong word Brad. Try working on that." I actually felt a little better knowing that I didn't have to hide my secret from my sister. I doubted she would say anything to anyone, not and risk exposing our mom in the process. I bet it was hard for her to accept, but we both wanted the best for mom. I just ended up going a little too far in my efforts. I hardly remember that day at school. I know I was there, but my mind was back home. And every girl I saw, every lady teacher; all I could imagine was them without their clothes on. But despite this, all I had were eyes for my mom. Marina was staying after to help out with some activity or another, so I sped home as fast as I could. I thought of how was the best way to act suave and debonair, but when I got in the house, I lost all my reserve. I almost stripped before I even knew where mom was at. It turned out she was in the living room talking to the neighbor lady. I broke out in a cold sweat at my close call. "Oh, hello honey. How was school?" "F-fine! Hello Mrs. Danbury." "Hello Brad. You look very nice today." I didn't think that what I wore was special, but then thought it over. I had dressed a little classier this morning. I usually wasn't trying to impress anyone, but I guess in the back of my mind I had wanted to impress mom. I personally didn't think dressing any different would make an effect of her, but maybe something else in my head argued against that. I recall hearing that girls liked a sharp dressed man. It wasn't sharp precisely, but it was a little less casual than was my wont.  I looked Mrs. Danbury over and decided right away that she would never be my type, walked upstairs and lay down on my bed. Mom had washed my sheets and straightened up the whole room. That was good for it had smelled pretty ripe from the night's activities. I was wondering if we would get a chance to do anything else before Marina got home, but as the minutes ticked by, she remained downstairs in conversation with all the latest neighborhood gossip. I finally gave up and went downstairs. I got something to eat and went outside. I don't know why, but I was feeling a little put out. I guess I was figuring that mom was going to want it just as bad all the time now. I knew that was an unreasonable assumption, but the fact was I wanted to nail her again and again. I didn't know how she could act so cool when I just knew she wanted it too. Didn't she? I heard the back door open. She came out right behind the neighbor and walked her to the sidewalk. When they said their goodbyes she came back and smiled at me. "You looked confused. What's wrong?" "I don't know. I guess I thought..." I let my words trail off. I didn't want to sound like a jerk. "You thought what? That as soon as you got home I'd be ready to jump you?" My heart skipped a beat. "Yes." "Silly boy", she said, ruffling my hair. "I remember those days. But just because we did it once, doesn't mean that is all you and I have time for. I still have things to do and so do you. I'll not be responsible for you failing school with you being this close to being done." "I won't! I promise!" "Oh, I know what you think you'll do, but I know better. I'll tell you what. You do your homework every night and show it to me, and I'll reward you. But... Not until next Monday. I am trying to work out a few things. For one thing your sister really had her heart set on going shopping this weekend." "Oh. That. I told her I'd take her." Mom looked at me suspiciously. "Why are you feeling so generous all of a sudden?" "I don't know. Maybe a new perspective on life?" She ruffled my hair and hugged me. "You are becoming quite the man." If I had been able to read minds, I think I might have heard her think to herself, "And quite the liar." So needless to say, I studied my ass off. I had never been a slacker, but now I was pulling in the grades like some savant.  I mean, it didn't show right away of course, but by the time I graduated I had risen a few slots in the class rankings. Studying with a brain full of naughty thoughts wasn't easy, and I had to jerk off two nights in a row after that first night just to ease the stiffness in my cock. I just wanted to do it all over again. I was sure there were nuances that I had missed. All the while I fought down the urge to go to her room and see what she was up to. I rather hoped she was having as tough a time as I was. Misery loves company you know. Saturday dawned even worse when I remembered I had to go shopping. With my sister. At least we'd be out of town. No one there would know she was my sibling. We didn't look alike at all, leastwise not in most of our features. There were similarities, but unless you knew us, you'd never assume we were related. Sis was a pain in the ass, but she was a looker. And that morning I found myself really looking for the first time. She looked a lot like Roger, only a hell of a lot cuter. My eyes had been opened. She came downstairs in a long tee shirt and a pair of slippers. That was her normal weekend around-the-house fare. It was quite the sight when you looked past the sloppiness of it. She had a great form which couldn't be hidden by the loose fitting cotton top. I had noticed before, but now I was noticing. You know what I mean.  She saw me and winked. "Ready to go shopping?" "Any way I can get out of it?" "Sure. Rumors start so easily you know." "Fine. When are we going?" "In a rush to get this over with? We'll go when I'm ready." It turns out that was not until around noon. She had wasted my entire morning wiling away doing nothing. I was so mad I could spit. Worse of all, mom was wearing her skimpiest shorts and a tank top with no bra. I was beginning to think that the ladies of the house had it out for me. When Marina was finally ready, she grabbed me by my ear and hauled me out of the chair. She had her big purse with her, which I thought was weird, because she normally liked to carry her more petite ones, but heck, for all I knew, she was hoping to pilfer some clothes. I really had no idea what she did when she went shopping. The drive there was uncomfortably quiet. I put on the radio which helped a little, but she seemed uninterested in talking. I was sure she was still mad at me for what I had done, and to be honest, I was second guessing myself as well. As much fun as it had been, it wasn't something I could discuss with my buddies at school. Even if I tried to be vague about it, the truth would come out in the end. And I know how I would react if one of them told me a similar story as to what had happened to me. So I guess I had to sit in silence with the only person who really knew what went down in my bedroom. We arrived at the mall and I parked as close as I could to the entrance where her preferred clothing store was located. I didn't want to walk any more than I had to. This was all for her, and I was nothing more than an unwilling participant because I was being blackmailed. We walked in together, with me even holding the door for her because I didn't want to give her any reason to be more upset with me.  The place was crawling with shoppers, and I would have loved nothing more than ducking into a knot of them and disappearing. But I stuck with her. I didn't have a choice really. She stuck her paw out and grabbed mine and dragged me to the first of several boring stops. I had to stand there while she perused the jewelry in one of those little fashion shops, and then down to the "hip" clothing store where I knew I was going to be stuck for hours. I walked in with her, wincing at the ding-dong of their entrance alarm. It was like I just knew everyone was looking at me and laughing. She walked ahead as I lagged behind, not wanting to be associated with her if I could help it. I idly began looking at clothes just to keep my eyes from meeting anyone else's. A saleslady, a girl really, came over and asked if I needed help. I was almost too embarrassed to answer, but I simply told the truth. "Nah. I just came in with her," I said, pointing. "Oh, how sweet. Not many boyfriends will shop with their girlfriends." I was about to answer in the negative, when it dawned on me that no one was any wiser as to our actual relationship. We didn't look alike, so most anyone would assume that we were just a couple dating. I suddenly relaxed. "Yeah, so I've been told," I lied, "but hey, what's a guy good for if he isn't supportive?" She smiled and winked at me before wandering off to help some other customer. I felt a little better about this now that I saw it in a different light. Heck, if they wanted to think I was all altruistic and such a wonderful guy, I'd let them. It was better than the truth. Marina went from rack to rack, picking out all kinds of stuff and heaping them in a cart before finally making a beeline for the changing rooms. She made me follow, in part to watch over her stuff and in part because she intended to torture me. I had to critique her outfits one by one with an honest opinion.  I was in a quandary as to what to actually say, but in the end I opted to speak my mind. What was the worse she could do to me? The first one was a pair of designer jeans that barely had room for her ass in them, much less her tail to stick out. The top she wore with it was a tight little number that accentuated her curves. I had to admit that she was a fine looking young lady. I knew that already, but watching her now made me realize that she would make some guy a great mate. "Well?" "What?" I said sort of dazedly. "How does it look?" "Uh, do you really want me saying what I think?" "Why, is it that bad?" I coughed a little. "No, just the opposite. I think you look like dynamite in that!" She brightened. "Really?" "I hate to admit it, but you make the outfit, not the other way around." It took her a few seconds to figure that one out. When she did, she actually blushed. "You're just trying to get on my good side." I spoke before my brain could stop my mouth. "From what I see you don't have a bad side." Her jaw dropped. The blush on her face, such as you could see,  deepened to crimson. "What did you say?" I was in for it. "You heard me. You fill out your clothes perfectly." What happened next threw me for a loop. She started to cry. Not like a torrent of tears, but there were a few accumulating in the corners of her eyes. She sniffed and turned her back on me and marched into the dressing room. I was left feeling pretty damned stupid. I sat down and wondered at myself for saying such a thing. I mean, it was the truth. Like mom, I swear that around the house Marina was always in clothing that was too loose. I know she liked being comfortable, but sometimes she bordered on being a slob. At school was another story, but when we were there I hardly paid attention to her. But boy was I now! And I messed up big-time from the appearance of things. Thus, I was heartily surprised when she came back out in another set off apparel.  Her eyes were dry, but she was looking at me intently. "Well?" "Turn around." She complied. I surveyed the scene in front of me and cursed under my breath. How had I missed her turning into a woman? I mean, I had seen her every day, but never like this. I was getting excited just thinking about all of those changes that had happened over the past couple of years. Hell, when we were kids we were naked all the time. But now. This was different. I mean, she wasn't naked, but I could imagine what was under that tight material. "Damn!" "What?" I sighed. "Sorry. I just find it hard to picture my sister as being such a knockout." Again she stammered a little. "You're just saying that." "Sis, I'm doing no such thing." I lowered my voice as far as it would go and still have her hear me. "I feel like a pervert for saying this, but you look as good as mom, only younger." She licked her lips nervously. "You know mom is gorgeous don't you?" I leaned back and tried to act nonchalant. "I know that all too well. So believe me when I say you've got what she's got." She sat down next to me. "I'm not mad at you, you know. It just caught me by surprise. You have no idea how hot watching you guys made me." My voice almost broke above the whisper I was trying to maintain. "You watched?" "Shhhhh! How the hell couldn't I? For one, you guys were loud! Secondly, I've never seen anything so incredibly sexy in all my life. Even though I knew it was you, I still had to stay and watch it."  So my little sister was a voyeur. I felt a rise in my pants at the thought of her watching me and mom getting it on. "I see." I said as calmly as possible. "So then why drag me here as punishment?" "Oh shut up! I was hoping that you'd get the same idea for me." Again my voice cracked a little louder than I had anticipated. Thankfully, nothing I said would make a difference, since we were "girlfriend" and "boyfriend". "Are you crazy?!!" "No." Her tone was one of hurt. I just fucked up again. "Look sis. This isn't the time or the place. What I did with mom was...was...an accident." "It didn't look like an accident." "You know what I mean." "Maybe. But you got into it. Don't tell me you didn't. You probably want to do it again, don't you?" "Yes." "Then keep me in mind. I live in the same house you know." She floored me with that. Having mom was one thing, but having my sister as well? I wouldn't make it alive to graduation at this rate. "I know. But do you think we should?" "I'll let you figure that one out. I still have clothes to try on." She went back in and closed the door, leaving me with my thoughts. They were presently speeding like the cars at the raceway. My sister had the hots for me? Fuck! But then, what would mom say? I wasn't certain if this offered more doors for me, or just opened a big can of worms. She came out a moment later, and again, I saw a person that I hadn't noticed before. I mean, yes I had noticed, but this was something totally new. "Wow!" "Do you mean it?" I rubbed my crotch discreetly. "I having trouble keeping him contained at the moment, if that tells you anything." She grinned."I'll take your compliments as being the truth then." She turned and disappeared once again into the stall. I was running things over in my head on how I could get her without mom finding out. I mean, she might let it pass, but then I didn't know. Our fling had been pretty spontaneous. She might get ballistic on me if she found out I was nailing my sister too. Females could be a little funny about that. I was running scenarios over in my head of possible ways of getting Marina alone when she came out again. I was so lost in thought she had to clear her throat to get my attention. This time she was wearing a dress. It was knee length, a little conservative after what she had been trying on, but still a knockout on her. "Very nice!" As she turned to show me it from all sides, I couldn't help but notice that this time she wasn't wearing her bra. She hardly needed one, with the way her perky pair rode on her chest. But it wasn't the lack of strap impressions that drew my notice, but how her nipples were clearly evident poking through the fabric. "Do you think so? I do so like this one. Are you sure it works on me?" "Yeah, but if it'll make you feel any better, I'll take another look." This time as she turned, she spun a little faster, making the hem flare out. And as it did, I got a glimpse under it. Not only wasn't she wearing a bra, her panties must have been laying on the floor in the dressing room! She was doing this to be a tease! She caught my eye to make sure my pupils had focused on her naughtiness. As turned on as this made me, it also made me furious. I was horny as hell and here she was making it worse. And topping it off, I couldn't do a damn thing about it. She tittered as she saw the look of consternation dance across my face. "Well, well. Look who's all flustered again. Maybe I should wrap things up. Come here and help me gather up the clothes." She got in just ahead of me, for I hesitated just a second. I wasn't sure the clerk would be happy with me going into the girls' side, but no one was watching so I ducked in. Just in time... To see her... Bend over. I was standing there speechless. I mean, the dress was off that fast and she was naked.  My cock just about exploded out of my pants. She had her tail up, and whether or not she was just doing this accidentally or on purpose, the end result was the same. "Marina!" I whispered hoarsely. "What the hell are you doing?" "Picking up clothes," she said innocently. I noticed that she looked neither embarrassed by our situation, nor was she picking up clothing. Nor was she making a move to stand up. "Well big brother. We won't have much time. It's now or never." I never stripped so fast in my life. I was worried we'd get caught, but then who cared? The worst they would probably do is ban us from the store. And with all of the clothing she had piled up, they probably figured she'd take a while. And what bored boyfriend might not wander off? Marina grabbed the back of the chair. "Take it easy. And no knot! I don't need to be stuck with you for the next two hours. This has to be quick!" I got into a solid position behind her, lined up and split her furry lips in one swift motion. I hadn't even thought about her being a virgin and all, so I was a little surprised at the initial resistance to my entry. Then I panicked. I had heard the stories of the mess that this made. "Relax!" "What?" "Look down at the floor." "A towel?" "You maybe wondered why I carried such a big purse? Now get busy!" The look on her face spoke volumes. It said; shut up and get moving! I grabbed her hips and thrust hard, tearing my way inside her like a battering ram. She yelped a little but clamped a paw over her mouth, holding herself up with just the other. I growled a little at the feeling of her first time being mine. Even my fear of being discovered wasn't enough to diminish my ardor. She wanted it and she was going to get it! I pushed all the way in, making her stiffen up, but then I remembered her rule. No knot! So I backed out a little and waited for the damn thing to inflate. I had to make sure it wasn't inside when it did. Then we'd be fine. I jerked my hips back and forth in an ungainly manner, waiting until I could really get going. It was damn hard not going full tilt on her. I calmed myself down as best I could, meanwhile struggling to maintain my composure. If I got stuck, we were doomed. When it finally engorged, I was the happiest male alive at that moment. I dug my nails into her hips and began slamming away as if my life depended on it. I had already popped her cherry, but now I was finishing the job with a vengeance. She was biting her lip as she held onto the chair with both paws again. Even so, both she and the chair were rocking forward with each raging lunge of my body against hers. The knot was ramming away on her opening, making her gasp in time with my thrusts. I had a feeling I was hitting her clit with each strike. Yes, I knew about that particular body part, because it was in the school health book. Not much about it, but enough to make me investigate it more. I was hoping to do a little experimentation on mom, however sis would be just fine too. But for now, I had a feeling it was like hitting the on-button repeatedly until she was going to go crazy. For my part, I was fascinated by how tight she was. Mom was fine, and without something to compare her to, I would never have complained. Hell, I wasn't about to now. But sis was a taut fit. It was like I was plunging into a hole a half size too small. I couldn't even imagine the damage my knot might have caused I had let it slip in. As it was, there was a thin thread of red hitting the towel. Which got me thinking; that is, as much as I could at the moment. Damn if Marina hadn't set me up. She was expecting something like this to happen! I just wasn't quite getting my life and how fate had thrown in a monkey wrench into the works. First mom - then her. This didn't happen to just everybody! Did it? Naw. It had to be me. But where was I going to go with this after today? Mom had to know about Marina, just like Marina knew about mom. There wasn't any way I was going to be able to keep this a secret. Even if we didn't get caught here, there was only so much we could risk circumstances before we did get found out. My thoughts were interrupted by Marina crying out a little. Again she tried to get her paw to her mouth, but my constant rough-riding on her backside made maintaining an upright position difficult. I only hoped that no one was in the dressing rooms at the moment. I don't think her cry could be confused with anything other than what it was. I wanted to hurry up and get this over with, not because I was in any desperate need for relief but because I didn't want to get in trouble with the store. My nervousness froze up my ability to ejaculate, making for one of the long moments in my life. And by moment, I don't mean a couple of minutes. I fucked Marina for the next half an hour before I finally was able to chill out enough to blow. By that time my cock had cut a swath through her cunt like a hot knife slips through butter. The towel on the floor was spattered red, and only by some dumb luck, none of it had gotten on any of the clothing in the room. She was whining and shaking like someone with some nervous disease by the time I was finished. I let loose with a torrent that filled her up, adding to the mess on the floor when I finally pulled out. She stood there, shaking and trembling before she collapsed on the floor.  Her crotch and the fur on the inside of her legs were dyed red. There was no way we were going to get her out of the store without someone noticing.  And hell! I was not much better. I hoped she had a plan for this, because if not, we were still doomed. I wiped myself off with the towel, and tried to clean her up the best I could, but she was so sensitized that she just squirmed under my ministrations. I gave up and crouched down beside her. "Dammit Marina, we have to get out of here." "Legs...won't...work..." "Well you had better make them work. If I don't get out there soon they'll come looking for me. And that goes for you too. I mean, how long can a girl possibly be expected to take to try on clothes?" I guess they can take quite a long time as it turns out. Heck, I would go into the department store, find jeans that were the right size and walk back out again. Not girls I guess. I pulled on my clothing the best I could, tucked everything in, checked for any smears, and then stepped outside for a brief moment to survey the store. No one was even looking our direction. I could hardly believe my luck. I figured someone would have noticed my absence by now. I stuck my head back into the stall. "Marina, we need to pack it in." She was sitting upright on the floor, daubing herself off very gingerly. "Goddamit Brad, I can hardly move right now. And I'm not leaving without buying something. So you'll just have to make do until I can move." I stepped inside and gather up all of the stuff she had tried on. "I'll take care of this." And I did too. I took everything she had tried on and bought for her with my own money. The clerk; the same one I spoke with earlier, smiled at me as she rang the items up. "You're so sweet! I know she's a lucky girl. Where is she by the way?" "Oh, she said she was going to be out in a bit. I didn't ask why she was taking so long." "Wise boy!" Marina came out about ten minutes later. She was walking stiffly, but she was walking. She came up to the clerk, whispered a few words to her and then walked to the bathroom. The clerk looked concerned but said nothing to me. She disappeared into the back, coming back out with a mop. Marina was back with me a few minutes later at which point we left. I was hardly feeling elated until we were outside of the mall. "Shit! We got away with it!" She smiled weakly. "Yeah. Remind me to never have my first time in a public place." "Remind you? You can only lose your virginity once!" "Duh. It was rhetorical." I held to the door to the car open for her, and received a thankful smile for my chivalry. I got in and was still so nervous I had trouble getting the key into the ignition. She recommended a little restaurant we had passed, and so I drove to it and we went inside. We got a fairly private booth in the back which was what we needed to have a little talk. "So, what the hell did you tell that girl at the store?" "Something close to the truth. I told her I had a sudden onset of bleeding and I had made a mess." "You mean like your period sort of mess?" "I didn't elaborate. Girls know what it's like." "So she'll never suspect anything?" "I don't think it matters. And it was really nice of you to pick up the tab on my clothes." "No prob. It was the least I could do." "You mean after doing the most you could do and still leave a girl alive?" "Was I that bad?" "Bad?" Her eyebrows went up. "I know the first time can be rough, but you just about killed me. I thought you were never going to stop." I turned red. "I was so nervous I couldn't blow!" "Was that it? Then the next time we do it, it'll be at home. We'll just have to wait until mom goes somewhere." "You want to do it again?" "Duh. I think it'll have to wait for a while. My insides feel like someone shoved a baseball bat up between my legs." I leaned back and slumped against the back of the booth. "Jeez, between you and Mom, you're      going to be the death of me." "Maybe. But I think I can imagine worse ways of going." She was right. If I was going to die, there wasn't another method I could think of that would make the experience more worthwhile. I was just left to wonder how long that would take. Part of me wanted it over soon; the sane part of me. The wild side decided right then and there that if I was going down, I was going to go down in style. But sis was going to have to recover before I went down on her. Mom on the other hand was probably just itching for some of that sort of action. It was going to take a little getting used to on my part, but I think I was up to the challenge. So now you know part of the story. There's more of course. But I don't have time to tell it right now. I'm still waiting to hear from the obstetrician. And I'm using my time wisely. You see, I have two cubs on the way. While both are mine, one will be Marina's step-sister. And the other will be Mom's granddaughter. As I am father to both, I'm not sure what that will make me but I'm trying to figure it out. It's just that the ramifications are mind boggling.