{"sf1_id":997182,"sf2_id":null,"title":"All in the Family.","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":11732,"posted_at":"2016-05-09T15:21:00.000Z","tags":["Age Difference","Anthro","Blood","Brother","Canine","Family","First Time","Hermaphrodite","Highschool","Incest","Knot","M/F","MILF","Malamute","Mother","Pregnacy","Public","Sex","Sister","Son","Teen","Teenagers","Wolf","lupine"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/997182-all-in-the-family","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/997182","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=997182\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#45 of Miscellany\n\nIn regards to this story, check out my most recent journal regarding the contents. There will be no sequels, though it was written for there to be.https://www.sofurry.com/view/997149","content":"\n                \"So\nbuddy, what's it going to be for you?\"\n                I was\npulled from my thoughts by the question posed to me by another one of the impatiently\nfloor-pacing fellows in the obstetrics' waiting room.\n                \"I beg\nyour pardon?\"\n                \"You\nknow. Boy or girl?\"\n                \"Oh.\nGirls.\"\n                \"Oh\ncool! Twins!\"\n                I\nfrowned a little. \"I didn't say twins. I said girls.\"\n                He\nlooked confused and when I didn't offer any more of an explanation he retired\nto the corner and pulled open an old magazine and began reading it. I wasn't\ntrying to be difficult, but my present situation was none of his business. I\nwas in deep as it was, and I sure as hell wasn't going to be discussing it with\nthe likes of him.\nOr anyone for that matter. \nOK, maybe to you I will.\nI can tell you only because you\ndon't know me and likely never will. But what I'm about to discuss here and now\nis strictly a private matter, and as such is not something I ever want leaking\nout. The repercussions would be cataclysmic for all those involved.\nI never know how far back to start\na 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\nmother. When I was around two years old he was killed in an accident, so I\nremember him more from the photos than I do of him in real life. My step-father\nwas a wolf wannabe.  He wasn't a bad\nsort, not in any definition of the word. But he was only a Malamute and that's\nall he was ever going to be. \nHe and mom hit if off early on, and\nthe result was my younger sister. She looked a lot like him, which isn't to say\nanything bad about her general appearance. Honestly, she was a cutie from day\none. She was about three years younger than me and always hanging on me like a\nplague. I remember how it used to annoy me. That was back when I didn't like\ngirls.\nSure, she was my sister. But she\nwas a girl. Girls were icky.\nI accidentally let out a little\nlaugh out just now. Icky. Boy, I sometimes wish I was back to being a stupid\nkid again.\nAnyway, one day my stepdad up and\nleft. He didn't leave a note or an explanation. He just went off and never came\nback. It made me angry that he would do such a thing, and even more so that I\nwas graduating from high school soon and he wasn't going to be there to watch.\nIt made an impact on the family let\nme tell you. My sister, Marina, clung to me now more so than she ever had in\nthe past. She was at that stage where she wasn't a kid anymore, not by any\nstretch of the imagination. She was fifteen heading for sixteen, and quite the\nlooker.  Her attentions weren't something\nyou could ignore.\nMom moped around the house in a\ndepressed state, and I wished with all of my heart I could do something to\ncomfort her. But I was just a kid in school. It then dawned on me that once I\ngraduated I would technically be an adult. For that matter, why did it have to\nstart then? \nI made up my mind to support the\nfamily as best as I was able. I had no idea the lengths I would end up going to\ndo just that.\nIt was getting close to graduation,\nand I had to keep focused on homework and exams to make sure I graduated with a\ngood standing. I dropped out of a few extracurricular activities to make sure I\nhad enough hours for a part time job. I mean, we weren't destitute or anything,\nbecause mom had gotten a ton of money from my real dad's life insurance policy,\nbut there was no point in exhausting that. For that matter, I half figured that\nmy stepdad might have drained that account already, but mom assured me that\nmost of the money was still there.\nIt made me feel better, but I was\nat least not going to put a burden on the finances. I would earn money for\npaying for my car and anything else I needed. I helped out around the house,\nmowing the lawn and pulling weeds, and pushed myself until mom told me in no\nuncertain terms to stop.\n\"Brad, you're going to put yourself\ninto the hospital. Slow down. You'll be graduating soon and then you'll be on\nyour own.\"\n\"But mom! Someone needs to wear the\npants in this family.\"\n\"And that's going to be you?\"\n\"Why not?!\"\nShe stopped and looked at for a\nmoment. \"Why not indeed?\"\nShe walked away with a thoughtful\nlook on her face. Needless to say I was a little flustered at her abrupt change\nin demeanor.  It was bad enough that Marina\nwas on me like glue. I mean, it wasn't all bad, but she was my sister. So when\nI was actually taking a break from studying to watch some television, I didn't\nmind her joining me, but she would snuggle up close, pressing her chest against\nmy arm. While she might have meant nothing by it, it still managed to drive me\ncrazy. I didn't have a girlfriend, and so my hormones went into turmoil\nwhenever she sat so close.\nOne night, I guess you could say\nthat fateful night, I came home from my job, tired and sweaty. I jumped into\nthe shower, washed up and came back downstairs to the kitchen to grab a bite to\neat. Mom was in there refilling her wineglass. I say refilling because when I\nhad passed her earlier, it had been clutched in her paw then.\n\"Well don't you look all clean and handsome?!\"\nI was intent on getting some food,\nso her tone went over my head. \"Yeah, I just got showered. Is there any of the\nmeatloaf left?\"\n\"Meat...loaf? Oh, yeah there might be\nin the back. Meat does sound sort of delicious doesn't it?\"\nI was still oblivious to her\nintent. \"Yeah. I've got a hankering for some. The stuff they serve at school is\ncut with who-knows-what. And you know me and vegetables.\"\nMom brushed into me as she reached\nover my shoulder to return her bottle of wine. I was suddenly aware of her\nbreasts as they pressed against my back. I might not have noticed had her\nnipples not been as hard as the thumbtacks on a bulletin board. Still I figured\nit wasn't on purpose. It was my mom after all.\nShe set down the bottle and stood\nup, bumping my butt before turning and walking away. I thought that the whole\nthing was a bit titillating, but then, I was feeling a bit randy and living in\na house with two females wasn't easy. Leastwise, it wasn't easy for me.\nNow, I bet a few of you out there are\nthinking the worse of me. You mean you\nwere actually having dirty thoughts about your mom? The answer was no, not\nreally, and yet... Mom was only thirty seven. She was as fit as anyone her age,\nand probably three times as much as most of the ladies she graduated with. She\nhad always been a looker (I saw her old yearbooks) and while she normally wore\nlooser fitting clothing, she still had a body to rock some solid style. I\nalways thought she was a bit of a hippy with her loose dresses and all, but I\nwas to finally find out the reason for that in the very near future.\nShe went out to the living room\nwith her full glass and sat down in front of the television with my sister. I\nwas feeling a little distracted, and rather than sit out there with them, I\nwent up to my room and closed the door. I pulled out my textbooks and began\nreading over the next chapter for anatomy. It was amazing how boring a book\nlike that could make the canine body. Still, it was nice to know a few of the\nthings we were learning. I knew my own body pretty well, but the female one was\na bit of a puzzle to me. Even my experienced friends listened attentively when\nthe teacher discussed matters of sex.\nSo you see, I had sex on the brain\nfrom more than one place, and yet, I was still trying to be the good\nson/brother and act all nonchalant and all that. I'll tell you right now that\nit wasn't easy. It wasn't easy at all.\nBedtime rolled around and I was\nstill hard at work reading up on the next week's material. In addition to\nanatomy, I had math, chemistry and my language courses to study. I heard mom\ntell sis goodnight and then all was quiet. I was rather glad they were going to\nbed, because I really needed to jack a load or two off, and I didn't want to be\ndisturbed.\nI got up to use the bathroom,\nwalking as stealthily as I could. Despite my effort, the floorboards creaked as\nI moved across them. I hit the toilet as quietly as possible, flushed and\nwalked back to my room.\nMom was sitting on my bed.\nI gulped just a bit, seeing as the\nbox of tissues was sitting out. Thankfully, the lotion was still under the bed.\n\"Uh, mom?\"\n\"Sorry to bother you Brad.  I just wasn't tired yet and when I heard you\nget up, I thought I would see if you were tired.\"\nMy mom was not only sitting on my\nbed, she was wearing a very revealing nightie. I had seen it before, but I was\noverly appreciative of her body right now, from our brief physical contact\nearlier and from my lessons for school. Mom or not, she was a female and a damn\nnice one at that. If she had been the mom of one of my friends I wouldn't have\nhad second thoughts about doing her.\n\"A little. Why?\"\n\"Oh nothing. I thought I would tell\nyou why Roger left.\"\nRoger was my stepdad.\n\"Oh?\"\n\"Yeah. You see, he was real sweet\nand all, but nothing like your real father. Now he was a wolf of adventure. We\nmet in high school of course and his death nearly killed me. I latched onto\nRoger for the stability he offered. He wasn't quite up to the things your\nfather was. I sort of slipped up one night and broke the deal we had made.\"\n\"Deal? What deal?\"\n\"It's hard to explain.\" \nShe spied my anatomy book and\nopened it up. She flipped through the pages, searching back and forth before\nstopping. She was on the page with the male sexual organs illustrated on it. I\nfelt a wave of embarrassment.\n\"See how you have this?\" she asked,\npointing to the diagram of the penis.\n\"Uh, yeah,\" I said deadpan.\n\"Well, I'm sure you know how to use\nit.\"\n\"Mom!\"\n\"Oh don't be coy. I was your age\nonce. I'm sure you know how to use it.\"\n\"But I never have!\" I blurted out\nwithout thinking.\n\"Really? I'm surprised at you. Such\na handsome young wolf too!\"\nI felt the heat rise to my cheeks.\nI wasn't prepared to discuss sex with my mom.\n\"Mom! Your story?\"\n\"Oh yes. Well Roger and I had a\ndeal. He would be the male of the family and I would be the female.\"\n\"Uh. Duh! Why even say something\nlike that?\"\nShe stood up. \"Because I'm not all\nthat I appear to be.\"\n\"Huh?\" I knew I sounded stupid, but\nI really had no idea what she was yammering on about. \nShe undid the drawstring on her\nlingerie and exposed her body. My cock jumped in my shorts when she did. It was\nthe first real time I had seen a female body up close. Only hers wasn't a\ntextbook example.\nShe had a cock like mine.\n\"What the hell!\"\nShe fingered herself and smiled. \"A\nbit of a surprise, isn't it? Your book doesn't go into details on the condition\nknown as hermaphroditism. \"\n\"What?\"\n\"When someone has the sexual organs\nof both a male and a female.\"\n\"That isn't possible!\"\nShe sighed. \"Sadly it is. I'm one\nof those lucky ones. I'm female, but I came equipped with a little extra.\"\nI was staring at her crotch,\nwondering only one thing. \"Does it work?\"\nShe stroked it for a bit until the\ndamn thing was erect. It wasn't as big as mine, but it was impressive.\n\"Fuck!\"\nMom smiled at me. \"I don't mind if\nwe do.\"\n\"What?\"\n\"Oh do stop acting all innocent.\nYou want to wear the pants in this house, than you have to earn that right.\"\nI gulped. \"How?\"\nShe fingered herself, a little\nlower this time. \"I am a woman, plain and simple. Just because I was graced\nwith extra baggage doesn't make me less of one.\"\n\"But what does this have to do with\nRoger?\"\nShe ran her fingers back up to her\nshaft. \"Your real father and I used to play at who was the submissive one. He\nliked taking it up the ass, just like I did.\"\n\"Up... The... Ass?\"\n\"Yes, up the ass. Well Roger wasn't\ninto that. And I got a little carried away one night and I raped him. That was\nall it took.\"\n\"You fucked him in the ass?\"\n\"Yes. I happen to feel just as much\nsensation with my cock as I do with my cunt young man. \"\n\"Yeah but...\" I was rendered\nspeechless. Was my mom going to bend me over and do me too?\n\"But or butt?\" she asked with a\nsmile on her face. \"If you think it's my intention to do you the same way, I'm\nnot. As much as I would love to get some action that way, I'll settle for some\ngood old-fashioned, down-home fucking.\" \n\"Mom!'\n\"Oh, don't you dare Mom me. I have needs, and if you haven't\nbeen into a female yet, then I can't think of a better way to learn the ropes.\"\nI was about to argue when her paw\nslid up the inside of my boxers. I hadn't even consciously realized that I was still\nsporting a woody I was so distracted. She purred like a stupid cat when she\ntouched it.\n\"My, my. Here I've had this under\nmy roof and I never thought to put it to use. I think it's time to correct that\noversight.\"\n\"But?\"\nShe stroked her cock. \"Butt? If\nthat's how you want it, it's alright with me. I haven't had a good lay in a\nlong while.\"\n\"Hell no!\"\n\"Then quit quibbling and get\nundressed.\"\nI was stunned. Here I was with a\nsolid offer of getting laid and I was hesitating. Then something in my head\nsnapped. This was my mom, but she was one wicked female. And with any luck, I\ncould get laid all the time. That was, if I didn't screw it up now. I stood and\nstripped in about three seconds. She stood to get a good look at me.\n\"That's better young man.\" She was\nlicking her lips as she surveyed what I had to offer. I was nervous as hell\nright then. This wasn't how I had envisioned my first time. I don't remember\nwhat I was expecting, but I knew it wasn't this. As it was, I was filled with a\ndesire; nay a need to throw her down on the bed and make mad, passionate love\nto her.\nI suddenly wanted to prove I could\nbe the man of the house! The problem was, I had no experience and I knew she\nhad a ton. I was fearful of making a fool of myself.\nShe seemed to sense my reluctance.\n\"Oh come on. What have you got to lose? If the first time isn't perfect, try,\ntry again. I'll take anything and everything you have to give.\"\nShe pushed past me and lay across\nthe bed. I was still a little frozen with fear, but my libido grabbed me by the\nballs and urged me on.  I climbed on top\nof her, not quite certain where to start. I wanted to touch her everywhere at\nonce, but I really wanted to get my cock into her and feel what a female was\nlike.\nThankfully she took pity on me and\nguided my paws to her breasts, as her own went to my cock. I groaned as she\nstroked it with a firm grip. Her nipples were soon hard little protuberances\nupon her magnificent breasts. I found my nerve and got my face down to her\nchest and licked those wonderful orbs. I don't know what I was hoping for, but\nher taste matched her scent; a combination of natural aroma and perfume.\nHer paw on my cock was the best\nthing I had ever felt. That lasted about a couple of minutes tops. Then she positioned\nme right where she wanted me and pulled me in. I felt a wet sensation, followed\nby a slippery, warm feeling that I knew signaled my initiation into manhood.\nHer hole wasn't as tight as I thought my first time would be, especially after\nhearing all of those stories from the guys at school. But I did have the odd\nsensation of having a cock resting between me and her, something I was sure the\nother guys never had.\nI nearly blew my load right then\nand there. I only failed at that in my desire to make a good show of myself. We\nboth knew I was totally green at this, but seeing as it was my mom and all, I\nfigured she might give me a little leeway in the performance category. As it\nwas, she seemed to be leading this sexual escapade despite me being on top.\n\"Oh God that's wonderful!\" she\ncried quietly. I thought females were supposed to be loud during sex, but I\nguess she figured she had to keep it down or else rouse my sister. That would\nbe a hard thing to live down; getting discovered by my little sis. She'd\nprobably have heart failure if she discovered us.\n\"Yeah, this is great! But should we\nbe doing this?\"\nShe kissed me on the lips. \"Stop if\nyou want to.\"\nShe had me there. There wasn't any\nway I was stopping until I blew a wad. Funny thing was, there was one specific\naspect from my anatomy book I had failed to remember at this moment. I was\nreminded of it not long after, but at present, my mind was on the here and now.\n\nAnd the here and now was - wow,\njust wow!\nMy toes dug into the mattress,\nsecurely anchoring my lower half for the necessary job of generating the proper\nforce with my hips. I remembered my one teacher mentioning something about\nevery action having an equal and opposite reaction. I assumed that was mostly\nin reference to physics, because I had a feeling the both of our reactions to\nthis encounter were going to be pretty much the same.\nShe dug her nails into my back and with\nbone-crunching intensity, hugged me, kissed me, and thrust her hips into mine\nin an act that I could never have imagined much less contemplated ever having.\nI remember a bawdy song I once heard that I thought was pretty silly, but I was\nnow beginning to catch a glimmer of what it meant.\nI might have the lyrics a bit\nwrong, 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...\nI was pretty damn grateful too. I\nwas already thinking ahead. I was wondering how much we could do of this. I was\nalready counting the possibilities in my head.\nShe had her legs wrapped around me\nand was doing most of the work. I knew what I was supposed to be doing, but\nevery attempt I made was disastrous. Everything that I seemed to do countered\nher movements so I finally gave up.\nShe whispered in my ear. \"Good boy.\nYou'll have your turn when the time comes.\"\nWith that she stopped and flipped\nus over. We nearly fell off my single bed, but she was a pro at this. In the\nnext instant she had us smack dab in the middle of the mattress.  She threw her head back, allowing her hair to\nfly feely about her shoulders. She rubbed he breasts and licked her lips.\n\"Ready or not son, I'm going to rock your world.\"\nShe wasn't lying. She ground her\nhips onto me just like some of the girls in the online porn flicks did. Yeah, I\nwatched some of that stuff. Who didn't? But you have to know that a lot of it\nis just acting. Only, now I doubted my cool assessment on the subject. Mom was\ngoing at it like her life depended on it.  She hadn't had the chance to relieve any of\nher built-up tensions since Roger had left. So now she was unleashing them on\nme.\nI was the luckiest wolfboy in the\nworld!\nShe was gyrating in place with the\nenthusiasm and limberness of a belly dancer. On occasion she would drop down\nand connect with my mouth in an embrace that nearly took my breath away. Her\ntongue had a life of its own as she seemed to be intent on finding my tonsils\nwith its tip. I responded as best as I could, trying to match her motion for\nmotion.\nThen, all of a sudden, she would\nwhip back into an upright position, thrashing for all she was worth. After\nabout the fourth time of this, I could feel a change, both in her and in me. I\nrecognized too late what was happening, and besides, I was hardly in a position\nto stop it.\nI knotted up inside her.\nShe growled a little too savagely\nfor my tastes. I mean, I know that I'm from a long line of fierce predators,\nbut this was supposed to be a more civilized time. And yet, that primal\nexclamation raised my blood pressure a few bars and I think my hormones\ninundated my bloodstream like a horde of raging berserkers. \nNow she was hauling up on me,\npulling me up off the mattress with each athletic maneuver she performed. I was\nno lightweight and she was acting like it was nothing doing what she was doing.\nI thought she was going to hurt herself, but it seemed all pleasure and\nexcitement for her. I doubt any girl my own age would ever have gone so wild on\nme. Guys were supposed to be the aggressors. Mom apparently had never gotten\nthat memo.\nI could imagine Roger as she\nassailed him with the same vigor she was performing with me. I could see where\na like role reversal might have freaked him out. I wasn't forgiving him for\nleaving, but I was a little more understanding now. I couldn't imagine that\ncock of hers up my butt! Not with the way she was going right now! I know some\nguys did that kind of stuff, but that wasn't for me. I was more than happy doing\nwhat I was presently doing.\nEven if it was my mom!\nMaybe because it was my mom!\nShe was riding me hard. The bed was\nthumping the floor in time with her upward lunges. I spread my arms and dug my\nclaws into the mattress, trying to find some stability in this overwhelming\nsituation. You know how you sometimes wake up and you feel the room spinning?\nYeah, that was the feeling right there. Only in this case my whole world was\nspinning...counterclockwise...at three time normal speed.\nShe was already going pretty damn\nhard and fast on me, so when she picked up the pace even more I knew I was in\nfor it. Her hole tightened up around my knot to the point that I thought I was\ngoing to pass out from the sheer pleasure of her encompassing my manhood. I\ncould feel my balls constricting in preparation for firing out their\nlife-giving fluids. I had jacked off more than my share of times, but during\nnone of them did I ever feel like this.\nShe could sense me tensing up and\nrode even harder, if that were possible, until I came and came and came. It\nstarted deep inside and fought its way to the surface through extremely\nnarrowed channels.  My nerve endings\nflared with sensual fire as it did, causing me to cry out uncontrollably as mom\nrode me for all she was worth.\nShe soon added her cry to mine as\nher body reacted in a way most of us don't think of their moms as doing. But\nshe was doing it now in overtime. She dropped down on top of me, panting like a\nracehorse and clawing at the sheets as her cunt went into a paroxysm of contractions.\nI was too stunned to do more than lay there and enjoy it. \nShe was still twitching five\nminutes later.\nAnd yet still at ten.\nAt fifteen she tried sitting up but\nher arms wouldn't hold her.  So she\nwhispered hoarsely in my ear from where she was at.\n\"You are definitely head of the\nhousehold son.\"\nI gave her a hug. \"Thanks. But\nshould we ever do this again?\"\nShe managed to pull herself up and\nlook me in the eye. \"As soon as you're ready. \nFor me, that was just a warm up.\"\nI fell back as far into the bed as\nmy shock would allow me. \"What?!\"\n\"Oh silly boy! Did you think that I\ncould be satisfied with a single dose? I can do this for hours.\"\n\"But I have school in the morning!\"\n\"Yes you do. So quit wasting time\ntalking. Until that knot of yours subsides, you've got all the meat I need to\nfeed my hunger. So get busy!\"\nA good son never disobeys his\nmother. The problem was, I wanted to have her on the bottom. Actually, I wanted\nto take her from behind, but with my knot and all, I was stuck where I was. She\nseemed to read my mind.\n\"You want something different don't\nyou? You men are all alike. You want to be the dominant one in the\nrelationship. Fine. How do you want me?\"\n\"Uh. Anything?\"\nShe giggled. \"Anything? Right now\nwe're confined to a limited number of things. So I guess I should have asked\nhow you would like me.\"\nI told her.\n\"Is that all? Follow my lead and do\nwhat I tell you.\" She soon had us contorting past one another from our\nattachment point until somehow - miraculously - we were in the position I so\ncraved.\nShe didn't seem to mind one bit.\nShe buried her head in my pillow and wiggled her hips. I grabbed her tail as an\nanchoring point and started to drill her solidly. I began slowly, savoring the\nalready sensuous feel of her body. From this position it was easier to forget\nshe was my mom and to think that she was just about anybody. The funny thing\nwas, all I could see was her face now. It had taken on a whole new meaning for\nme. She had always been lovely to me, but now that was converted to something\nhigher. I don't know quite how to say it, but she had gone from being a\nfamiliar face to having a countenance of one of those old goddesses they talk\nabout in lupine history.\nThere had been goddesses of love in\nthe ancient times, and I was now thinking that my very own mother might have\nbeen a reincarnation of one of them. She was equipped with the organ of both\ngenders, and yet was entirely and distinctly female. She had birthed me after\nall. Which got me thinking.\nI was right back where I had first\nstarted in life! Now wasn't that a weird thought?\nI let that drop from my psyche. It\nwas a little much to contemplate at a time like this. I was sure the psychology\nteacher might have an explanation for it. In fact I think he did. Again, it was\nnamed after some ancient guy. I couldn't remember who precisely, so it was a\ngood thing it wasn't going to be on any on my upcoming exams.\nI leaned back as far as my knot\nwould let me before slamming it home. Despite having just pumped every ounce of\nfluid I thought I had in me, I felt a renewed vigor for the upcoming\nevent.  That ass I was staring at was\nmore perfect than a lady her age should have been allowed to possess. I guess\nit was at that moment that I really gained an appreciation for her yoga classes.\nBefore that, I thought it was silly nonsense.\nBut you can bet I was going to be\ntrying some myself.\nWith my mom.\nNaked.\nGod! I just about lost it merely\nthinking about doing what I was already doing. I thought she had it bad, but I\nwas beginning to see where I had it worse. I was at my peak and then some. I\njust hadn't had the chance to really pull out the stops.\nI let go of her tail for the moment\nand moved my paws to her hips. My grip was as strong as I   had, and in the end I left bruises on her.\nThankfully, between her fur and their location, no one ever saw them. But it shocked\nme that I ended up playing so rough.\nI slammed into her repeatedly,\nbouncing the bed even more than we had before. The sheets were sent fluttering\nto the floor as the mattress bounced so energetically that it was soon askew on\nthe springs. She tried to alleviate these minor problems by reaching out and\npushing against the headboard. It might have slowed down the destruction on my\nbed, but it only made her a more solid target to push against.\nI pounded away on her for an hour;\nheedless of the noise; heedless of the demolition of my sleeping arrangements;\nor of much of anything else but what we were enjoying. She came in multiples,\nclutching the remaining bed sheet each time she did. I held out until I was\nfaced with the choice of either cumming or passing out. The latter wasn't an\noption in my book so I let it loose in a raging torrent of cum.\nShe fell forward, dropping her ass\nand taking me with her. I might have gotten released by that action had not my\nknot been still as solid as a rock. I collapsed against her, breathing like an\nasthmatic as my body called on my lungs to supply it with much needed oxygen. I\nhad never worked for something with more intensity in my life than what I had\njust done.\nI'm not ashamed to admit that I\nfell asleep in a matter of minutes. I was totally exhausted and while some of\nyou may say that it's a poor excuse, it's all I have to offer. I was out. I\nnever stirred until the alarm went off in the morning. Even then I was so\ntotally out of it that I thought I had dreamed the whole thing. It was when I\nwent to move and the sheets were stuck to me that I knew it had been no dream.\n\"Fuck.\"\nThat was all I could say and I said\nin under my breath. I had fucked my mom and it had been so great that I wanted to\ndo it again. The problem was twofold. I had school in a few hours and my sister\nwas home. I mean, she had been home last night, but she would be awake now. And\nbesides, who was to say mom would be happy this morning? For all I know she\nmight have been drunk. She didn't act drunk, but who could tell for certain?\nI pulled the sheet away from my\nbody, hit the shower before my sister could hog the bathroom and got dressed. I\nalmost hated going down to the kitchen but I had to see what kind of damage my\nindiscretion had caused.\nI could smell sausage cooking, and\neggs, and a few other things mom never cooked except on the weekend. I stepped\ninto the glow of the overhead lamp and gazed at that magnificent backside. She\nwas dressed mind you, much like she was any other morning, but I had seen what\nlay beneath that clothing and my imagination did the rest. I found myself\ngetting excited again and forced myself to relax.\nShe turned and her smile was the\nmost genuine I had seen in a long time. \"Morning honey! Did you sleep well?\"\n\"Shhhh! Not so loud!\" I said with\nthe loudest whisper I could manage.\nShe acted like she had no idea what\nI was talking about. \"I slept the soundest I have in a long while. I felt so\ngood this morning I decided to make a special breakfast before you two headed\noff to school.\nShe said nothing of the night\nbefore, but I knew she was thinking about it. If not for the presence of my\nsister, who was dawdling upstairs apparently, I would have throw mom on the\ntable and had a different sort of breakfast. As it was, Marina walked in,\nlooking tired and cranky. She didn't say anything at first, but the smell of a\nhot breakfast thawed her demeanor.\nMom smiled at her. \"You look tired\ndear. Didn't get much sleep last night?\"\n\"No. Someone was making an infernal\nracket last night.\" While she wasn't looking at me, her words barbed me like\npoison arrows. \nI had made too much nose the night\nbefore!\nI did my best to shrug it off. \"I\nhaven't been able to get to the gym lately. I wasn't tired so I did a little\ncalisthenics until I was worn out. So sue me.\"\n\"A little? Jeez! You rattled the\nwhole damn house!\"\n\"I think you're exaggerating!\"\n\"Hardly. Didn't he shake the whole\nhouse mom?\"\n\"I really can't say dear. I suppose\nhe was a little exuberant in what he was doing. It happens.\"\nMy sister stared hard at mom for a\nbrief second before relenting.  \"Whatever. Don't let it happen again. Some of\nus like to sleep at night.\"\n\"Yes dear, sleep is good.\" She\nchanged the subject. \"So are you still planning on going clothes shopping this\nweekend?\"\nMy sister looked disheartened. \"No.\nSally's car broke down. Between that and coughing up the money to fix it she's\nout of the game for a few weeks.\"\n\"Oh well. Maybe you'll find someone\nelse to take you. Where were you planning on going?\"\n\"Sutherland Mall.\"\nI choked. \"Seriously. That's a good\nforty miles away. What's wrong with our mall?\"\n\"Get real! Everybody will be\nhanging out there and who wants to be with the in crowd?   I wanted to go somewhere new. And besides\nthey have some great stores there.\"\n\"Whatever.\"\nMom looked thoughtful. \"If Sally's\ncar is broke down, how were you planning on getting to school??\"\n\"I thought maybe you would drive\nme.\"\n\"Well, I suppose I could. But I\nwasn't expecting to have to get dressed so early this morning. Maybe your\nbrother would give you a ride instead?\"\nI nearly choked again. \"Her? Ride\nwith me? Only if she wants to.\"\nShe snorted at me. \"Yeah, I'll ride\nwith you. I could have worse commuting partners.\"\nThat was a first. My car wasn't as\nfancy as some of the richer kids, but it was decent enough.  I guess riding with your older brother was\nsort of dorky or something. After breakfast she got in without a word and\nbuckled up. I backed out of the drive and headed down the street. We hadn't\ngone more than three blocks when I slammed on the brakes. \nNo, there wasn't anything in the\nstreet.\nMarina had turned to me and said in\nthe most deadpan voice I had ever heard her use; \"You and mom had sex last\nnight.\"\nI knew better than to deny it, but\nI wasn't sure why she was so sure. \n\"How do you know?\"\nShe actually smiled. \"God you can\nbe so stupid sometimes. Even if it wasn't with you, I could tell. For one\nthing, the only time she ever fixed a full breakfast that wasn't on the weekend\nwas when she had some intense sex with dad. I should know since my room was the\nclosest to theirs.\"\n\"And?\"\n\"And? And that's the happiest I've\nseen her in a long while. I was beginning to worry about her.\"\nI about shit myself. \"And you're ok\nwith that?\"\n\"With her being happy? Sure. With\nyou nailing her like she's a common whore; no.\"\nI just about hit her until I saw\nthe grin on her face. She was baiting me.\n\"It wasn't my fault!\"\n\"Fault. Who cares? The way you two\nwere going at it was enough to have the neighbors call the cops!\"\n\"So what now?\"\nShe grinned even wider, this time\nachieving a bit of a villainous look on her face. \"Oh, I don't know. This\ninformation is very valuable. What's it worth to you for me to keep my mouth\nshut?\"\n\"But you said...\"\n\"I was happy for mom. You; well\nyou're just my older brother. I could let something slip that you've been\ngetting some action recently. Then they would be all over you asking you who it\nwas. Then what would you do?\"\n\"You little bitch!\"\n\"Maybe. I'll tell you what. You can\nwork off your debt to me starting this weekend.\"\n\"Doing what?\"\n\"You can take me clothes shopping.\"\n\"Are you kidding me?\"\n\"Nope. I had my heart set on\ngetting some new outfits and you can take me.\"\n\"Fine. I'll go hang out at the game\nstore.\"\n\"Oh no you won't! Sally and I\ncritique each other's choices. So you'll have to look at everything I try on\nand tell me what you think.\"\n\"I can tell you now what I think.\"\n\"Careful. You have a reputation to\nmaintain. All I have to say...\"\n\"Damn I hate you.\"\n\"Hate is such a strong word Brad.\nTry working on that.\"\nI actually felt a little better\nknowing that I didn't have to hide my secret from my sister. I doubted she\nwould say anything to anyone, not and risk exposing our mom in the process. I\nbet it was hard for her to accept, but we both wanted the best for mom. I just\nended up going a little too far in my efforts.\nI hardly remember that day at\nschool. I know I was there, but my mind was back home. And every girl I saw,\nevery lady teacher; all I could imagine was them without their clothes on. But\ndespite this, all I had were eyes for my mom. \nMarina was staying after to help\nout with some activity or another, so I sped home as fast as I could. I thought\nof how was the best way to act suave and debonair, but when I got in the house,\nI lost all my reserve. I almost stripped before I even knew where mom was at.\nIt turned out she was in the living room talking to the neighbor lady. I broke\nout in a cold sweat at my close call.\n\"Oh, hello honey. How was school?\"\n\"F-fine! Hello Mrs. Danbury.\"\n\"Hello Brad. You look very nice\ntoday.\"\nI didn't think that what I wore was\nspecial, but then thought it over. I had dressed a little classier this\nmorning. I usually wasn't trying to impress anyone, but I guess in the back of\nmy mind I had wanted to impress mom. I personally didn't think dressing any different\nwould make an effect of her, but maybe something else in my head argued against\nthat. I recall hearing that girls liked a sharp dressed man. It wasn't sharp\nprecisely, but it was a little less casual than was my wont.  \nI looked Mrs. Danbury over and\ndecided right away that she would never be my type, walked upstairs and lay\ndown on my bed. Mom had washed my sheets and straightened up the whole room.\nThat was good for it had smelled pretty ripe from the night's activities. I was\nwondering if we would get a chance to do anything else before Marina got home,\nbut as the minutes ticked by, she remained downstairs in conversation with all\nthe latest neighborhood gossip.\nI finally gave up and went\ndownstairs. I got something to eat and went outside. I don't know why, but I\nwas feeling a little put out. I guess I was figuring that mom was going to want\nit just as bad all the time now. I knew that was an unreasonable assumption,\nbut the fact was I wanted to nail her again and again. I didn't know how she\ncould act so cool when I just knew she wanted it too.\nDidn't she?\nI heard the back door open. She\ncame out right behind the neighbor and walked her to the sidewalk. When they\nsaid their goodbyes she came back and smiled at me.\n\"You looked confused. What's\nwrong?\"\n\"I don't know. I guess I thought...\"\nI let my words trail off. I didn't want to sound like a jerk.\n\"You thought what? That as soon as\nyou got home I'd be ready to jump you?\"\nMy heart skipped a beat. \"Yes.\"\n\"Silly boy\", she said, ruffling my hair.\n\"I remember those days. But just because we did it once, doesn't mean that is\nall you and I have time for. I still have things to do and so do you. I'll not\nbe responsible for you failing school with you being this close to being done.\"\n\"I won't! I promise!\"\n\"Oh, I know what you think you'll\ndo, but I know better. I'll tell you what. You do your homework every night and\nshow it to me, and I'll reward you. But... Not until next Monday. I am trying to\nwork out a few things. For one thing your sister really had her heart set on\ngoing shopping this weekend.\"\n\"Oh. That. I told her I'd take\nher.\"\nMom looked at me suspiciously. \"Why\nare you feeling so generous all of a sudden?\"\n\"I don't know. Maybe a new\nperspective on life?\"\nShe ruffled my hair and hugged me. \"You\nare becoming quite the man.\"\nIf I had been able to read minds, I\nthink I might have heard her think to herself, \"And quite the liar.\"\nSo needless to say, I studied my\nass off. I had never been a slacker, but now I was pulling in the grades like\nsome savant.  I mean, it didn't show\nright away of course, but by the time I graduated I had risen a few slots in\nthe class rankings.\nStudying with a brain full of\nnaughty thoughts wasn't easy, and I had to jerk off two nights in a row after\nthat first night just to ease the stiffness in my cock. I just wanted to do it\nall over again. I was sure there were nuances that I had missed. All the while\nI fought down the urge to go to her room and see what she was up to. I rather\nhoped she was having as tough a time as I was. Misery loves company you know.\nSaturday dawned even worse when I\nremembered I had to go shopping. \nWith my sister.\nAt least we'd be out of town. No\none there would know she was my sibling. We didn't look alike at all, leastwise\nnot in most of our features. There were similarities, but unless you knew us,\nyou'd never assume we were related. Sis was a pain in the ass, but she was a\nlooker. And that morning I found myself really looking for the first time. She\nlooked a lot like Roger, only a hell of a lot cuter.\nMy eyes had been opened.\nShe came downstairs in a long tee\nshirt and a pair of slippers. That was her normal weekend around-the-house\nfare. It was quite the sight when you looked past the sloppiness of it. She had\na great form which couldn't be hidden by the loose fitting cotton top. I had\nnoticed before, but now I was noticing.\nYou know what I mean.\n She saw me and winked. \"Ready to go shopping?\"\n\"Any way I can get out of it?\"\n\"Sure. Rumors start so easily you\nknow.\"\n\"Fine. When are we going?\"\n\"In a rush to get this over with?\nWe'll go when I'm ready.\"\nIt turns out that was not until\naround noon. She had wasted my entire morning wiling away doing nothing. I was\nso mad I could spit. Worse of all, mom was wearing her skimpiest shorts and a\ntank top with no bra. I was beginning to think that the ladies of the house had\nit out for me.\nWhen Marina was finally ready, she grabbed\nme by my ear and hauled me out of the chair. She had her big purse with her,\nwhich I thought was weird, because she normally liked to carry her more petite\nones, but heck, for all I knew, she was hoping to pilfer some clothes. I really\nhad no idea what she did when she went shopping.\nThe drive there was uncomfortably\nquiet. I put on the radio which helped a little, but she seemed uninterested in\ntalking. I was sure she was still mad at me for what I had done, and to be\nhonest, I was second guessing myself as well. As much fun as it had been, it\nwasn't something I could discuss with my buddies at school. Even if I tried to\nbe vague about it, the truth would come out in the end. And I know how I would\nreact if one of them told me a similar story as to what had happened to me. So\nI guess I had to sit in silence with the only person who really knew what went\ndown in my bedroom.\nWe arrived at the mall and I parked\nas close as I could to the entrance where her preferred clothing store was\nlocated. I didn't want to walk any more than I had to. This was all for her,\nand I was nothing more than an unwilling participant because I was being\nblackmailed.\nWe walked in together, with me even\nholding the door for her because I didn't want to give her any reason to be\nmore upset with me.  The place was\ncrawling with shoppers, and I would have loved nothing more than ducking into a\nknot of them and disappearing.\nBut I stuck with her. I didn't have\na choice really. She stuck her paw out and grabbed mine and dragged me to the\nfirst of several boring stops. I had to stand there while she perused the\njewelry in one of those little fashion shops, and then down to the \"hip\"\nclothing store where I knew I was going to be stuck for hours.\nI walked in with her, wincing at\nthe ding-dong of their entrance alarm. It was like I just knew everyone was\nlooking at me and laughing. She walked ahead as I lagged behind, not wanting to\nbe associated with her if I could help it. I idly began looking at clothes just\nto keep my eyes from meeting anyone else's.\nA saleslady, a girl really, came\nover and asked if I needed help. I was almost too embarrassed to answer, but I\nsimply told the truth. \"Nah. I just came in with her,\" I said, pointing.\n\"Oh, how sweet. Not many boyfriends\nwill shop with their girlfriends.\"\nI was about to answer in the\nnegative, when it dawned on me that no one was any wiser as to our actual\nrelationship. We didn't look alike, so most anyone would assume that we were\njust a couple dating. I suddenly relaxed. \n\"Yeah, so I've been told,\" I lied,\n\"but hey, what's a guy good for if he isn't supportive?\"\nShe smiled and winked at me before\nwandering off to help some other customer. I felt a little better about this\nnow that I saw it in a different light. Heck, if they wanted to think I was all\naltruistic and such a wonderful guy, I'd let them. \nIt was better than the truth.\nMarina went from rack to rack,\npicking out all kinds of stuff and heaping them in a cart before finally making\na beeline for the changing rooms. She made me follow, in part to watch over her\nstuff and in part because she intended to torture me. I had to critique her\noutfits one by one with an honest opinion.  I was in a quandary as to what to actually\nsay, but in the end I opted to speak my mind.\nWhat was the worse she could do to\nme?\nThe first one was a pair of\ndesigner jeans that barely had room for her ass in them, much less her tail to\nstick out. The top she wore with it was a tight little number that accentuated\nher curves. I had to admit that she was a fine looking young lady. I knew that\nalready, but watching her now made me realize that she would make some guy a\ngreat mate.\n\"Well?\"\n\"What?\" I said sort of dazedly.\n\"How does it look?\"\n\"Uh, do you really want me saying\nwhat I think?\"\n\"Why, is it that bad?\"\nI coughed a little. \"No, just the\nopposite. I think you look like dynamite in that!\"\nShe brightened. \"Really?\"\n\"I hate to admit it, but you make\nthe outfit, not the other way around.\"\nIt took her a few seconds to figure\nthat one out. When she did, she actually blushed.\n\"You're just trying to get on my\ngood side.\"\nI spoke before my brain could stop\nmy mouth. \"From what I see you don't have a bad side.\"\nHer jaw dropped. The blush on her\nface, such as you could see,  deepened to\ncrimson. \"What did you say?\"\nI was in for it. \"You heard me. You\nfill out your clothes perfectly.\"\nWhat happened next threw me for a\nloop. She started to cry. Not like a torrent of tears, but there were a few\naccumulating in the corners of her eyes. She sniffed and turned her back on me\nand marched into the dressing room. I was left feeling pretty damned stupid.\nI sat down and wondered at myself\nfor saying such a thing. I mean, it was the truth. Like mom, I swear that\naround the house Marina was always in clothing that was too loose. I know she\nliked being comfortable, but sometimes she bordered on being a slob. At school\nwas another story, but when we were there I hardly paid attention to her. But\nboy was I now! And I messed up big-time from the appearance of things.\nThus, I was heartily surprised when\nshe came back out in another set off apparel. \nHer eyes were dry, but she was looking at me intently. \"Well?\"\n\"Turn around.\"\nShe complied. I surveyed the scene\nin front of me and cursed under my breath. How had I missed her turning into a\nwoman? I mean, I had seen her every day, but never like this. I was getting\nexcited just thinking about all of those changes that had happened over the\npast couple of years. Hell, when we were kids we were naked all the time. \nBut now.\nThis was different. I mean, she\nwasn't naked, but I could imagine what was under that tight material.\n\"Damn!\"\n\"What?\"\nI sighed. \"Sorry. I just find it\nhard to picture my sister as being such a knockout.\"\nAgain she stammered a little.\n\"You're just saying that.\"\n\"Sis, I'm doing no such thing.\" I\nlowered my voice as far as it would go and still have her hear me. \"I feel like\na pervert for saying this, but you look as good as mom, only younger.\"\nShe licked her lips nervously. \"You\nknow mom is gorgeous don't you?\"\nI leaned back and tried to act\nnonchalant. \"I know that all too well. So believe me when I say you've got what\nshe's got.\"\nShe sat down next to me. \"I'm not\nmad at you, you know. It just caught me by surprise. You have no idea how hot\nwatching you guys made me.\"\nMy voice almost broke above the\nwhisper I was trying to maintain. \"You watched?\"\n\"Shhhhh! How the hell couldn't I?\nFor one, you guys were loud! Secondly, I've never seen anything so incredibly\nsexy in all my life. Even though I knew it was you, I still had to stay and\nwatch it.\"  \nSo my little sister was a voyeur. I\nfelt a rise in my pants at the thought of her watching me and mom getting it\non.\n\"I see.\" I said as calmly as\npossible. \"So then why drag me here as punishment?\"\n\"Oh shut up! I was hoping that\nyou'd get the same idea for me.\"\nAgain my voice cracked a little\nlouder than I had anticipated. Thankfully, nothing I said would make a\ndifference, since we were \"girlfriend\" and \"boyfriend\". \n\"Are you crazy?!!\"\n\"No.\" \nHer tone was one of hurt. I just\nfucked up again.\n\"Look sis. This isn't the time or\nthe place. What I did with mom was...was...an accident.\"\n\"It didn't look like an accident.\"\n\"You know what I mean.\"\n\"Maybe. But you got into it. Don't\ntell me you didn't. You probably want to do it again, don't you?\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"Then keep me in mind. I live in\nthe same house you know.\"\nShe floored me with that. Having\nmom was one thing, but having my sister as well? I wouldn't make it alive to\ngraduation at this rate. \n\"I know. But do you think we\nshould?\"\n\"I'll let you figure that one out.\nI still have clothes to try on.\"\nShe went back in and closed the\ndoor, leaving me with my thoughts. They were presently speeding like the cars\nat the raceway. My sister had the hots for me? Fuck! But then, what would mom\nsay? I wasn't certain if this offered more doors for me, or just opened a big\ncan of worms.\nShe came out a moment later, and\nagain, I saw a person that I hadn't noticed before. I mean, yes I had noticed,\nbut this was something totally new. \"Wow!\"\n\"Do you mean it?\"\nI rubbed my crotch discreetly. \"I\nhaving trouble keeping him contained at the moment, if that tells you\nanything.\"\nShe grinned.\"I'll take your\ncompliments as being the truth then.\" \nShe turned and disappeared once\nagain into the stall.\nI was running things over in my\nhead on how I could get her without mom finding out. I mean, she might let it\npass, but then I didn't know. Our fling had been pretty spontaneous. She might\nget ballistic on me if she found out I was nailing my sister too. Females could\nbe a little funny about that.\nI was running scenarios over in my\nhead of possible ways of getting Marina alone when she came out again. I was so\nlost in thought she had to clear her throat to get my attention. This time she\nwas wearing a dress. It was knee length, a little conservative after what she\nhad been trying on, but still a knockout on her.\n\"Very nice!\"\nAs she turned to show me it from\nall sides, I couldn't help but notice that this time she wasn't wearing her bra.\nShe hardly needed one, with the way her perky pair rode on her chest. But it\nwasn't the lack of strap impressions that drew my notice, but how her nipples\nwere clearly evident poking through the fabric. \n\"Do you think so? I do so like this\none. Are you sure it works on me?\"\n\"Yeah, but if it'll make you feel\nany better, I'll take another look.\"\nThis time as she turned, she spun a\nlittle faster, making the hem flare out. And as it did, I got a glimpse under\nit. Not only wasn't she wearing a bra, her panties must have been laying on the\nfloor in the dressing room! She was doing this to be a tease!\nShe caught my eye to make sure my pupils\nhad focused on her naughtiness. As turned on as this made me, it also made me\nfurious. I was horny as hell and here she was making it worse. And topping it\noff, I couldn't do a damn thing about it.\nShe tittered as she saw the look of\nconsternation dance across my face.\n\"Well, well. Look who's all\nflustered again. Maybe I should wrap things up. Come here and help me gather up\nthe clothes.\"\nShe got in just ahead of me, for I\nhesitated just a second. I wasn't sure the clerk would be happy with me going\ninto the girls' side, but no one was watching so I ducked in.\nJust in time...\nTo see her...\nBend over.\nI was standing there speechless. I\nmean, the dress was off that fast and she was naked.  My cock just about exploded out of my pants.\nShe had her tail up, and whether or not she was just doing this accidentally or\non purpose, the end result was the same. \n\"Marina!\" I whispered hoarsely.\n\"What the hell are you doing?\"\n\"Picking up clothes,\" she said\ninnocently.\nI noticed that she looked neither\nembarrassed by our situation, nor was she picking up clothing. Nor was she making\na move to stand up.\n\"Well big brother. We won't have\nmuch time. It's now or never.\"\nI never stripped so fast in my\nlife. I was worried we'd get caught, but then who cared? The worst they would\nprobably do is ban us from the store. And with all of the clothing she had\npiled up, they probably figured she'd take a while. And what bored boyfriend\nmight not wander off?\nMarina grabbed the back of the\nchair. \"Take it easy. And no knot! I don't need to be stuck with you for the\nnext two hours. This has to be quick!\"\nI got into a solid position behind\nher, lined up and split her furry lips in one swift motion. I hadn't even\nthought about her being a virgin and all, so I was a little surprised at the\ninitial resistance to my entry. Then I panicked. I had heard the stories of the\nmess that this made.\n\"Relax!\"\n\"What?\"\n\"Look down at the floor.\"\n\"A towel?\"\n\"You maybe wondered why I carried\nsuch a big purse? Now get busy!\"\nThe look on her face spoke volumes.\nIt said; shut up and get moving!\nI grabbed her hips and thrust hard,\ntearing my way inside her like a battering ram. She yelped a little but clamped\na paw over her mouth, holding herself up with just the other. I growled a\nlittle at the feeling of her first time being mine. Even my fear of being\ndiscovered wasn't enough to diminish my ardor. She wanted it and she was going\nto get it!\nI pushed all the way in, making her\nstiffen up, but then I remembered her rule. No knot! So I backed out a little\nand waited for the damn thing to inflate. I had to make sure it wasn't inside\nwhen it did. Then we'd be fine.\nI jerked my hips back and forth in\nan ungainly manner, waiting until I could really get going. It was damn hard\nnot going full tilt on her. I calmed myself down as best I could, meanwhile struggling\nto maintain my composure. If I got stuck, we were doomed.\nWhen it finally engorged, I was the\nhappiest male alive at that moment. I dug my nails into her hips and began\nslamming away as if my life depended on it. I had already popped her cherry, but\nnow I was finishing the job with a vengeance. She was biting her lip as she\nheld onto the chair with both paws again. Even so, both she and the chair were\nrocking forward with each raging lunge of my body against hers.\nThe knot was ramming away on her opening,\nmaking her gasp in time with my thrusts. I had a feeling I was hitting her clit\nwith each strike. Yes, I knew about that particular body part, because it was\nin the school health book. Not much about it, but enough to make me investigate\nit more. I was hoping to do a little experimentation on mom, however sis would\nbe just fine too. But for now, I had a feeling it was like hitting the on-button\nrepeatedly until she was going to go crazy.\nFor my part, I was fascinated by\nhow tight she was. Mom was fine, and without something to compare her to, I\nwould never have complained. Hell, I wasn't about to now. But sis was a taut\nfit. It was like I was plunging into a hole a half size too small. I couldn't\neven imagine the damage my knot might have caused I had let it slip in. As it\nwas, there was a thin thread of red hitting the towel. \nWhich got me thinking; that is, as\nmuch as I could at the moment. Damn if Marina hadn't set me up. She was\nexpecting something like this to happen! I just wasn't quite getting my life\nand how fate had thrown in a monkey wrench into the works. First mom - then\nher. This didn't happen to just everybody! \nDid it?\nNaw. It had to be me. But where was\nI going to go with this after today? Mom had to know about Marina, just like Marina\nknew about mom. There wasn't any way I was going to be able to keep this a\nsecret. Even if we didn't get caught here, there was only so much we could risk\ncircumstances before we did get found out.\nMy thoughts were interrupted by Marina\ncrying out a little. Again she tried to get her paw to her mouth, but my\nconstant rough-riding on her backside made maintaining an upright position\ndifficult. I only hoped that no one was in the dressing rooms at the moment. I\ndon't think her cry could be confused with anything other than what it was.\nI wanted to hurry up and get this\nover with, not because I was in any desperate need for relief but because I\ndidn't want to get in trouble with the store. My nervousness froze up my\nability to ejaculate, making for one of the long moments in my life. And by\nmoment, I don't mean a couple of minutes.\nI fucked Marina for the next half\nan hour before I finally was able to chill out enough to blow. By that time my\ncock had cut a swath through her cunt like a hot knife slips through butter.\nThe towel on the floor was spattered red, and only by some dumb luck, none of\nit had gotten on any of the clothing in the room. She was whining and shaking\nlike someone with some nervous disease by the time I was finished. I let loose\nwith a torrent that filled her up, adding to the mess on the floor when I\nfinally pulled out.\nShe stood there, shaking and\ntrembling before she collapsed on the floor.  Her crotch and the fur on the inside of her\nlegs were dyed red. There was no way we were going to get her out of the store\nwithout someone noticing.  And hell! I\nwas not much better. I hoped she had a plan for this, because if not, we were still\ndoomed.\nI wiped myself off with the towel,\nand tried to clean her up the best I could, but she was so sensitized that she\njust squirmed under my ministrations. I gave up and crouched down beside her.\n\"Dammit Marina, we have to get out\nof here.\"\n\"Legs...won't...work...\"\n\"Well you had better make them work.\nIf I don't get out there soon they'll come looking for me. And that goes for\nyou too. I mean, how long can a girl possibly be expected to take to try on\nclothes?\"\nI guess they can take quite a long\ntime as it turns out. Heck, I would go into the department store, find jeans\nthat were the right size and walk back out again.\nNot girls I guess.\nI pulled on my clothing the best I\ncould, tucked everything in, checked for any smears, and then stepped outside\nfor a brief moment to survey the store. No one was even looking our direction.\nI could hardly believe my luck. I figured someone would have noticed my absence\nby now.\nI stuck my head back into the\nstall. \"Marina, we need to pack it in.\"\nShe was sitting upright on the\nfloor, daubing herself off very gingerly. \"Goddamit Brad, I can hardly move\nright now. And I'm not leaving without buying something. So you'll just have to\nmake do until I can move.\"\nI stepped inside and gather up all\nof the stuff she had tried on. \"I'll take care of this.\"\nAnd I did too. I took everything\nshe had tried on and bought for her with my own money. The clerk; the same one\nI spoke with earlier, smiled at me as she rang the items up.\n\"You're so sweet! I know she's a\nlucky girl. Where is she by the way?\"\n\"Oh, she said she was going to be\nout in a bit. I didn't ask why she was taking so long.\"\n\"Wise boy!\"\nMarina came out about ten minutes\nlater. She was walking stiffly, but she was walking. She came up to the clerk,\nwhispered a few words to her and then walked to the bathroom. The clerk looked\nconcerned but said nothing to me. She disappeared into the back, coming back\nout with a mop. Marina was back with me a few minutes later at which point we\nleft.\nI was hardly feeling elated until\nwe were outside of the mall.\n\"Shit! We got away with it!\"\nShe smiled weakly. \"Yeah. Remind me\nto never have my first time in a public place.\"\n\"Remind you? You can only lose your\nvirginity once!\"\n\"Duh. It was rhetorical.\" \nI held to the door to the car open\nfor her, and received a thankful smile for my chivalry. I got in and was still\nso nervous I had trouble getting the key into the ignition. She recommended a\nlittle restaurant we had passed, and so I drove to it and we went inside.\nWe got a fairly private booth in\nthe back which was what we needed to have a little talk.\n\"So, what the hell did you tell\nthat girl at the store?\"\n\"Something close to the truth. I\ntold her I had a sudden onset of bleeding and I had made a mess.\"\n\"You mean like your period sort of\nmess?\"\n\"I didn't elaborate. Girls know\nwhat it's like.\"\n\"So she'll never suspect anything?\"\n\"I don't think it matters. And it\nwas really nice of you to pick up the tab on my clothes.\"\n\"No prob. It was the least I could\ndo.\"\n\"You mean after doing the most you\ncould do and still leave a girl alive?\"\n\"Was I that bad?\"\n\"Bad?\" Her eyebrows went up. \"I\nknow the first time can be rough, but you just about killed me. I thought you\nwere never going to stop.\"\nI turned red. \"I was so nervous I\ncouldn't blow!\"\n\"Was that it? Then the next time we\ndo it, it'll be at home. We'll just have to wait until mom goes somewhere.\"\n\"You want to do it again?\"\n\"Duh. I think it'll have to wait\nfor a while. My insides feel like someone shoved a baseball bat up between my\nlegs.\"\nI leaned back and slumped against\nthe back of the booth. \"Jeez, between you and Mom, you're      going to be the death of me.\"\n\"Maybe. But I think I can imagine\nworse ways of going.\"\nShe was right. If I was going to\ndie, there wasn't another method I could think of that would make the experience\nmore worthwhile. I was just left to wonder how long that would take. Part of me\nwanted it over soon; the sane part of me. The wild side decided right then and\nthere that if I was going down, I was going to go down in style.\nBut sis was going to have to\nrecover before I went down on her.\nMom on the other hand was probably\njust itching for some of that sort of action. It was going to take a little\ngetting used to on my part, but I think I was up to the challenge.\nSo now you know part of the story.\nThere's more of course. But I don't have time to tell it right now. I'm still\nwaiting to hear from the obstetrician. And I'm using my time wisely. You see, I\nhave two cubs on the way. While both are mine, one will be Marina's\nstep-sister. And the other will be Mom's granddaughter. As I am father to both,\nI'm not sure what that will make me but I'm trying to figure it out.\nIt's just that the ramifications\nare mind boggling."}