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Chapter 67: Dessert

To the average person who saw me, I ran like I had a critical meltdown happening in my stomach. In reality, I clenched my pucker tightly to obfuscate the lingering spunk from dripping out a jeopardizing the secret I shared with my brothers. Thank Faer the people we encountered only pointed in the direction of the nearest bathroom and didn’t bother to snoop further. Róstran helped us avoid Fjöðvar. Lárus broke away from us briefly and returned after telling dad where we would be at after the feast concluded, and nobody high on the hierarchy stood in our way as we ambulated quickly to the sanctioned chamber.

We proclaimed the chamber as occupied and shut the door. Róstran got calmer, signaling we were safe, and he ensconced his fundament on the stairs in the pool, ingurgitating the pabulums. I relaxed and released the rest of the semen trapped within my posterior. I jumped into the water, and Lárus immediately got behind me, scrubbing my back and tickling my butthole. My twin mate’s arms wrapped me in his masculine body, holding me close to his muscles and vigorous heart. Lárus gently swayed me from side to side, and his penis was at my backdoor. I closed my eyes and savored the scratches, imagining the days I could relish this moment without repercussions, and my nether lips caressed his lengthy girth.

Róstran coughed, which got our attention. Lárus had a “watch this” expression and swam underwater while he was aloof. The bite on his fork was on the cusp of consumption when Lárus emerged. The arms quickly latched onto his flailing legs and lifted his nether region up, wet tongue touching his anus.

“Lárus!” Róstran drawled out.

“I’m shocked and disappointed that you thought I forgot all about you during the interruption,” Lárus spoke between licks. The slurps were ephemeral. He was already erect and plunged his phallus into Róstran’s anus. “Question is how much guilt you feel: little or a lot?” He asked while slowly moving his hips.

Róstran zoned out from the perforation, his boner swelling in his sheath. “Hnnn. Oh! A lilliputian amount.” Lárus looked at him confused, pausing. “A little.”

Lárus nodded and picked up some celerity in the thrusts, somewhat above phlegmatic but not fast or beyond, and the passion I knew he had was a hundred percent present. I swam to the stairs and sat adjoining them. The protuberant sheath parted for Róstran’s tip. The rest had a smoother time sliding out until the knot got stuck, and the rest of the shaft quickly reached maximum hardness. A bead of pellucid virility materialized, and he licked it. He bent forward, pressing the fleshy tree trunk against Róstran’s belly, and the two lips and tongues connected and danced sloppily without surceasing the humping.

The pool provided no amelioration to the burn in my loins. I fondled my right tit and fingered my cunt, feeling the arousal leak out. Róstran reached out and failed several attempts at grabbing my breast. So, I assisted him and focused on my left nipple. His body contorted with spasms as Lárus tightly squeezed his penis and stopped humping him, and I caught on quickly on what his punishment was. He had to contend with edging and orgasm denial until Lárus accepted the final payment.

Lárus kept his boner inside Róstran and switched to giving him a slow handjob. The vice grip didn’t ease in tension, and he twisted Róstran’s log while jerking it. Róstran aided the stimulation by writhing around. Every motion exuded precum, and the natural lubrication aggrandized the process extracting it. Like before, he stopped when Róstran exhibited harbingers of an orgasm. I beheld Róstran fugaciously jerk his body, and his penis palpitated, but no sweet -I should say salty- creamy.relief came forth. Only more pre extravasated, making the spire glisten.

My brother adjusted the angle of his thrusts and resumed tenderizing Róstran’s rump. Identical pace and everything else, but the adjustment got more of the runt’s g-spot involved. Róstran was on edge, and his speed frequently got awkward while preventing him from ejaculating. I nearly reached all the digits on my metacarpi on the times he thwarted him before he had his turn knotting and cumming in him. I beheld all the bulging veins on Róstran’s penis visibly pulsate, and the more viscid precum oozed out freely.

“Consider your apology accepted,” Lárus uttered, licking Róstran’s snout. He wiggled a finger at me for me to come closer. “Sit on Róstran and grind your pussy on his dick. Don’t let him penetrate you.”

“On it,” I responded and got into position though I was slower than Lárus, who sucked the hulking penis.

My nether lips kissed and slobbered all over the shaft without ever letting it inside my birth canal. I became the last straw for Róstran in less than thirty seconds, and Lárus amateurishly the salty cream to drivel out of his mouth. Who could blame him, though? Róstran was subtle, and he announced his orgasm coevally with his ejaculations. I got my fair share of cum once Lárus sought air. Róstran had more to give, and he wanted more, so our tongues danced around each other on the erupting tip and got tangled up. Lárus got Róstran on his lap, and we rested in the pool as his knot slowly softened within Róstran’s rectum. The rest of our family arrived five minutes after his penis slipped out, and they brought more pabulums over. Mom, Æsignís, and Hrafnir wore underwear similar to dad’s attire.

“Is Róstran alright?” Dad catechized, laying the food down.

“Fjöðvar is barely an odious gadfly right now,” Róstran answered and looked at the victuals.

“Thank Faer.” Dad ensconced and dangled his feet in the water, and Róstran took a bite on some steak.

Mom dangled her feet in the water, but she parted her legs, so Lárus’s head was at her inguinal region. Lárus tilted his eyes and head back, and I had not doubt he ogled the vagina he popped out of that was so adjoining him— just a thin layer of the jockstrap’s pouch between him and it. “How much longer do we have special reservations for here?” She asked dad.

“Tonight for sure. Then tomorrow is the semi-finals and the final round. The day after should be when the victor mates Ilmur in front of the whole crowd and becomes the new Alpha Prime. Depending on who wins the whole tournament, I’ll attempt to get an extension to include tomorrow because I enjoy spending time with my pack without any form of distractions.”

Mom bent over and sultrily looked at Lárus. “That’s all I need to know.”

Dad slowly pitched a tent in his jockstrap that it stretched far enough to expose his penis, giving away his actual thought. Then, he capitulated with a sigh. “I’ll get the special edibles. Don’t get too far ahead.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Mom presented her naked breasts to my twin brother.

Dad rummaged and gathered the necessary drugs for the incestuous bacchanal and shook his after a pause, chuckling. “Tandri.”

“What about him?” Hrafnir inquired while he and his wife were in the initial stages of copulating with Rýnaki and Ingileif, respectively.

“Just remembering his incessant reminders on following the directions to the letter when it came to potions, medicines, and other drugs.”

“Anything about the herb and Fenri’s Heat?”

Dad impersonated Tandri after clearing his throat. “Since you took the herb in conjunction with Fenri’s Heat and did both in such a short timespan, I implore you to not take any more of them for half a year or else your penis and testicles will shrink and you’ll be impotent and infertile for the rest of your life.”

“That is scarily redolent of him that I thought he was here.”

“Almost makes me want to slather that gel all over my dick that prevents boners,” Lárus murmured to me, extending his head closer to my ear.

“What did you say, Lárus?” Mom asked instantly.

Lárus jumped. “I was making a bet with Kaera if you want my cock in your taint or pussy.”

“Oh 100% I want your whole penis a knot in my vagina and your semen in my uterus once you consume that herb.”

Dad shrugged and was solemn. “Comes with the decades of being a friend and brother-in-arms to him. If his health was better, he would’ve watched the tournament in person.”

“Any idea on who he would root for?” Rýnaki inquired, holding onto Dágfárik’s phallus, and Hrafnir’s shaft was just outside his tail-hole.

“Jærvmi, no doubt.” Dad handed everyone the special drugs they needed to take. “Wait for thirty minutes for the herb to take effect before sticking your pecker inside a snatch,” he ordered to the males, ingesting his plant, and they followed his lead.

Mom entered the water and got her head to Lárus’s maleness, pressing his tip on her mouth. “I know ways to spend that time.” She squeezed her breasts on Lárus shaft and licked all over it, and they went underwater.

I had the most serendipitous discovery that dad and Róstran were the only ones unclaimed once Æsignís and her niece coevally lapped away at each other’s muliebrity. I lied on my belly and stroked the bulge on the jockstrap, licking my lips at the precum already imbuing into the fabric. “Need me for any relief, daddy?”

Dad moaned blissfully. “How can I refuse my daughter?” He went supine and turned his head at Róstran. “Interested in giving me another shot, champ?”

Róstran nodded and became meek seconds later. “Alternatively, your phallus can sojourn in my rectum this time.”

Dad’s ears twitched, and he perked up. “You’re up for it?”

Róstran shifted his feet and swayed from side to side. “I’m ready for it.”

“Alright, then. Come over here and sit on top of me. You’ll be in control.” Dad jostled his erection out of his jockstrap and looked at me. “Looks like you to think of something else to do, Kækæ.” He quickly realized his verbal corrigendum as I flashed my laniaries on his testicles and flattened his ears submissively. “Oops. Sorry, Kaera.” He does his best at covering his family jewels.

I released the pair of manly orbs. “Apology accepted.” I went south to dad’s backdoor that his underwear naturally exposed and rimmed him instead.

Dad held Róstran’s hips and guided him to his shaft. “Take it nice and easy, Róstran. It may not look like it compared to other phalluses out there, but my penis can be too much for first-timers.” Róstran had a perfervid, fugacious moment of intrepidity by taking his pecker fast and steady instead of feigning being a catechumen, and he growled contently every second the runt went down. “Fucking Faer, Róstran, you have a tight ass.”

I watched Róstran bounce on dad’s dick while tasting the musky sapor of the latter’s anus and smelling the testicles even though the pair obstructed half of my sight. With each bounce, his penis steadily stood more at attention, and his knot was out. I felt the precum land on my snout, and it traveled to my tongue. Dad grabbed and jerked his penis. There was plenty of shaft left, so I added more to his buildup.

Everyone acclimated to most likely the last chance of debaucherous, sybaritic indulgence for the taboo before reverting back to normal— back to increasing caution between me, Lárus and Róstran, and back to me wishing for leniency from the ukases. Mom and Lárus emerged from underwater, and, no doubt, she took his pecker in her tail-hole and rode him like a cowgirl. The three stepbrothers were further into the spitroast with Rýnaki in the center, and Æsignís and Ingileif were the first to climax, the brew making their nectars form into a large puddle.

I beheld where the sex toys were and cogitated on an idea, acting on impulse. I picked up a dildo that had the capability of fitting snugly in my vagina and wield it like a pecker, and that end sat in my snatch. The opening was there, and I slid the business end into dad’s taint.

Dad tensed up and moaned audibly. “Take it easy, Kaera. There’s no lube on it, is there?”

“No,” I answered, pausing the advance.

Dad nodded. “I thought so. Be extra solicitous.”

I nodded and slowly continued. Dad’s anus expanded at an identical pace, and Róstran remained still on his meaty pole. I hilted him, my nether lips touching his testicles behind the undergarments. Mom gave me a signal, so I rammed him hard… repeatedly. I hit his prostate and swiftly brought the prominent Alpha down to a lower echelon. He was a bumbling mess, and Róstran kept the onslaught going.

The drug did its job. I beheld masculine seed easily escape from Róstran’s rectum and took his puppy batter head-on. A steady cataract fell once dad pulled out, and dad lapped away at the mess at his anus. We licked away at the virile residue on dad’s penis. More crescendos came like dominos as we licked the cum away. The stepbrothers ejaculated, followed by Æsignís and Ingileif, and mom and Lárus were the last to do. Every male that came inside a posterior orifice. The rate at which the cocks pulled out matched out experience, so everyone extrapolated and presupposed all the knottings would be otiose and pussies were on the menu.

Everyone was up for the card game we played on the first day we gained special reservations once dad proposed, and it was my luck that Lárus had to paint my womb white in front of everyone while we put on a sultry show.. I both desired and dreaded having to mate with my secret lover with outsiders’ eyes peering in. I got to demonstrate my affection, but I also had to exercise caution about how true and deep it went.

Lárus settled for me to ride him and do it fast and got into position, holding his penis straight. I took and placed it into its natural environment, looking at everybody as I slid down on it. This was an opportunity to manifest my fantasies into reality. His eyes conveyed restraint, which was the right, albeit insipid, route to take. I took the card’s challenge to heart. I gyrated my hips with his cock within me and fondled my breasts, licking my lips at the audience.

I asked for permission and sensually beckoned Æsignís for participation. She accepted and ensconced on my brother. Our lips touch, and our tongues wrestled. Half of my digits found her muliebrity behind the jockstrap, and the other half were on her mammillae. I perceived her get wet and her pressing her snatch against my twat and the phallus inside. She reciprocated on my tits with the addition of her feasting on my left nipple. He was interested in her fundament. I beheld him spread her cheeks and ogle her sphincter and glimpses of her pussy, and she was aware. She became flatter and stretched out, kissing my body continuously down to my slit.

My bladder knocked, and I decided it wanted to spice up the show instead. I spread my urethra opened and unleashed piss all over Æsignís before she knew what happened, and she didn’t express interdiction. Golden splatters rained from her head down to Lárus’s body. I aimed the stream further down her spine until I got the urine to flow down her anal fissure. He tasted the added acridity to the gamey sapor and any sacchariferous nectar he could taste.

I ran empty and triggered something in Æsignís. She sat up and stood to where her inguinal region was directly in front of my physiognomy. She pressed it against my countenance and pressed my head against her crotch. She micturated through her jockstrap, humping my snout, and I lapped away at her groin. The piss branched into multitudinous streams down my physique. to my connate mate’s crotch. A few seconds later, she parted the pouch and directly urinated down my throat while grinding her hips.

I got distracted and didn’t perceive Lárus cumming into my uterus until his orgasm was on the downhill side. He took inspiration from our show, deciding my womb was the perfect vessel to hold his pee. My paunch swelled with his musky liquid in conjunction with the sperm within.me. The urine burned, but it titillated me to where it and tasting Æsignís’s piss got me to my climax. The show wasn’t done just yet. She inaugurated the grand finale by pulling his penis out and slurped all the jizz and pee he deposited in me.

The game ended with a tie between my parents with Hrafnir a close second, and it was time for everyone to head to bed. I looked back at the chamber with a melancholic fondness about the opportunity at satiating my appetite for the taboo without opprobrium and knowing this was the last time to do so. I had some hope that Þjálfí would be the victor in the tournament and be the new Alpha Prime, loosening some of the stringent Forbidden Five with new edicts. He was favored to win although the remaining contestants had fair shots at the throne. I fell asleep feeling good about tomorrow, but what took place next could jeopardize the already exiguous chance I had at enjoying life with my brother at my side as my chosen mate.

Chapter 67: Dessert

To the average person who saw me, I ran like I had a critical meltdown happening in my stomach. In reality, I clenched my pucker tightly to obfuscate the lingering spunk from dripping out a jeopardizing the secret I shared with my brothers. Thank Faer the people we encountered only pointed in the direction of the nearest bathroom and didn’t bother to snoop further. Róstran helped us avoid Fjöðvar. Lárus broke away from us briefly and returned after telling dad where we would be at after the feast concluded, and nobody high on the hierarchy stood in our way as we ambulated quickly to the sanctioned chamber.

We proclaimed the chamber as occupied and shut the door. Róstran got calmer, signaling we were safe, and he ensconced his fundament on the stairs in the pool, ingurgitating the pabulums. I relaxed and released the rest of the semen trapped within my posterior. I jumped into the water, and Lárus immediately got behind me, scrubbing my back and tickling my butthole. My twin mate’s arms wrapped me in his masculine body, holding me close to his muscles and vigorous heart. Lárus gently swayed me from side to side, and his penis was at my backdoor. I closed my eyes and savored the scratches, imagining the days I could relish this moment without repercussions, and my nether lips caressed his lengthy girth.

Róstran coughed, which got our attention. Lárus had a “watch this” expression and swam underwater while he was aloof. The bite on his fork was on the cusp of consumption when Lárus emerged. The arms quickly latched onto his flailing legs and lifted his nether region up, wet tongue touching his anus.

“Lárus!” Róstran drawled out.

“I’m shocked and disappointed that you thought I forgot all about you during the interruption,” Lárus spoke between licks. The slurps were ephemeral. He was already erect and plunged his phallus into Róstran’s anus. “Question is how much guilt you feel: little or a lot?” He asked while slowly moving his hips.

Róstran zoned out from the perforation, his boner swelling in his sheath. “Hnnn. Oh! A lilliputian amount.” Lárus looked at him confused, pausing. “A little.”

Lárus nodded and picked up some celerity in the thrusts, somewhat above phlegmatic but not fast or beyond, and the passion I knew he had was a hundred percent present. I swam to the stairs and sat adjoining them. The protuberant sheath parted for Róstran’s tip. The rest had a smoother time sliding out until the knot got stuck, and the rest of the shaft quickly reached maximum hardness. A bead of pellucid virility materialized, and he licked it. He bent forward, pressing the fleshy tree trunk against Róstran’s belly, and the two lips and tongues connected and danced sloppily without surceasing the humping.

The pool provided no amelioration to the burn in my loins. I fondled my right tit and fingered my cunt, feeling the arousal leak out. Róstran reached out and failed several attempts at grabbing my breast. So, I assisted him and focused on my left nipple. His body contorted with spasms as Lárus tightly squeezed his penis and stopped humping him, and I caught on quickly on what his punishment was. He had to contend with edging and orgasm denial until Lárus accepted the final payment.

Lárus kept his boner inside Róstran and switched to giving him a slow handjob. The vice grip didn’t ease in tension, and he twisted Róstran’s log while jerking it. Róstran aided the stimulation by writhing around. Every motion exuded precum, and the natural lubrication aggrandized the process extracting it. Like before, he stopped when Róstran exhibited harbingers of an orgasm. I beheld Róstran fugaciously jerk his body, and his penis palpitated, but no sweet -I should say salty- creamy.relief came forth. Only more pre extravasated, making the spire glisten.

My brother adjusted the angle of his thrusts and resumed tenderizing Róstran’s rump. Identical pace and everything else, but the adjustment got more of the runt’s g-spot involved. Róstran was on edge, and his speed frequently got awkward while preventing him from ejaculating. I nearly reached all the digits on my metacarpi on the times he thwarted him before he had his turn knotting and cumming in him. I beheld all the bulging veins on Róstran’s penis visibly pulsate, and the more viscid precum oozed out freely.

“Consider your apology accepted,” Lárus uttered, licking Róstran’s snout. He wiggled a finger at me for me to come closer. “Sit on Róstran and grind your pussy on his dick. Don’t let him penetrate you.”

“On it,” I responded and got into position though I was slower than Lárus, who sucked the hulking penis.

My nether lips kissed and slobbered all over the shaft without ever letting it inside my birth canal. I became the last straw for Róstran in less than thirty seconds, and Lárus amateurishly the salty cream to drivel out of his mouth. Who could blame him, though? Róstran was subtle, and he announced his orgasm coevally with his ejaculations. I got my fair share of cum once Lárus sought air. Róstran had more to give, and he wanted more, so our tongues danced around each other on the erupting tip and got tangled up. Lárus got Róstran on his lap, and we rested in the pool as his knot slowly softened within Róstran’s rectum. The rest of our family arrived five minutes after his penis slipped out, and they brought more pabulums over. Mom, Æsignís, and Hrafnir wore underwear similar to dad’s attire.

“Is Róstran alright?” Dad catechized, laying the food down.

“Fjöðvar is barely an odious gadfly right now,” Róstran answered and looked at the victuals.

“Thank Faer.” Dad ensconced and dangled his feet in the water, and Róstran took a bite on some steak.

Mom dangled her feet in the water, but she parted her legs, so Lárus’s head was at her inguinal region. Lárus tilted his eyes and head back, and I had not doubt he ogled the vagina he popped out of that was so adjoining him— just a thin layer of the jockstrap’s pouch between him and it. “How much longer do we have special reservations for here?” She asked dad.

“Tonight for sure. Then tomorrow is the semi-finals and the final round. The day after should be when the victor mates Ilmur in front of the whole crowd and becomes the new Alpha Prime. Depending on who wins the whole tournament, I’ll attempt to get an extension to include tomorrow because I enjoy spending time with my pack without any form of distractions.”

Mom bent over and sultrily looked at Lárus. “That’s all I need to know.”

Dad slowly pitched a tent in his jockstrap that it stretched far enough to expose his penis, giving away his actual thought. Then, he capitulated with a sigh. “I’ll get the special edibles. Don’t get too far ahead.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Mom presented her naked breasts to my twin brother.

Dad rummaged and gathered the necessary drugs for the incestuous bacchanal and shook his after a pause, chuckling. “Tandri.”

“What about him?” Hrafnir inquired while he and his wife were in the initial stages of copulating with Rýnaki and Ingileif, respectively.

“Just remembering his incessant reminders on following the directions to the letter when it came to potions, medicines, and other drugs.”

“Anything about the herb and Fenri’s Heat?”

Dad impersonated Tandri after clearing his throat. “Since you took the herb in conjunction with Fenri’s Heat and did both in such a short timespan, I implore you to not take any more of them for half a year or else your penis and testicles will shrink and you’ll be impotent and infertile for the rest of your life.”

“That is scarily redolent of him that I thought he was here.”

“Almost makes me want to slather that gel all over my dick that prevents boners,” Lárus murmured to me, extending his head closer to my ear.

“What did you say, Lárus?” Mom asked instantly.

Lárus jumped. “I was making a bet with Kaera if you want my cock in your taint or pussy.”

“Oh 100% I want your whole penis a knot in my vagina and your semen in my uterus once you consume that herb.”

Dad shrugged and was solemn. “Comes with the decades of being a friend and brother-in-arms to him. If his health was better, he would’ve watched the tournament in person.”

“Any idea on who he would root for?” Rýnaki inquired, holding onto Dágfárik’s phallus, and Hrafnir’s shaft was just outside his tail-hole.

“Jærvmi, no doubt.” Dad handed everyone the special drugs they needed to take. “Wait for thirty minutes for the herb to take effect before sticking your pecker inside a snatch,” he ordered to the males, ingesting his plant, and they followed his lead.

Mom entered the water and got her head to Lárus’s maleness, pressing his tip on her mouth. “I know ways to spend that time.” She squeezed her breasts on Lárus shaft and licked all over it, and they went underwater.

I had the most serendipitous discovery that dad and Róstran were the only ones unclaimed once Æsignís and her niece coevally lapped away at each other’s muliebrity. I lied on my belly and stroked the bulge on the jockstrap, licking my lips at the precum already imbuing into the fabric. “Need me for any relief, daddy?”

Dad moaned blissfully. “How can I refuse my daughter?” He went supine and turned his head at Róstran. “Interested in giving me another shot, champ?”

Róstran nodded and became meek seconds later. “Alternatively, your phallus can sojourn in my rectum this time.”

Dad’s ears twitched, and he perked up. “You’re up for it?”

Róstran shifted his feet and swayed from side to side. “I’m ready for it.”

“Alright, then. Come over here and sit on top of me. You’ll be in control.” Dad jostled his erection out of his jockstrap and looked at me. “Looks like you to think of something else to do, Kækæ.” He quickly realized his verbal corrigendum as I flashed my laniaries on his testicles and flattened his ears submissively. “Oops. Sorry, Kaera.” He does his best at covering his family jewels.

I released the pair of manly orbs. “Apology accepted.” I went south to dad’s backdoor that his underwear naturally exposed and rimmed him instead.

Dad held Róstran’s hips and guided him to his shaft. “Take it nice and easy, Róstran. It may not look like it compared to other phalluses out there, but my penis can be too much for first-timers.” Róstran had a perfervid, fugacious moment of intrepidity by taking his pecker fast and steady instead of feigning being a catechumen, and he growled contently every second the runt went down. “Fucking Faer, Róstran, you have a tight ass.”

I watched Róstran bounce on dad’s dick while tasting the musky sapor of the latter’s anus and smelling the testicles even though the pair obstructed half of my sight. With each bounce, his penis steadily stood more at attention, and his knot was out. I felt the precum land on my snout, and it traveled to my tongue. Dad grabbed and jerked his penis. There was plenty of shaft left, so I added more to his buildup.

Everyone acclimated to most likely the last chance of debaucherous, sybaritic indulgence for the taboo before reverting back to normal— back to increasing caution between me, Lárus and Róstran, and back to me wishing for leniency from the ukases. Mom and Lárus emerged from underwater, and, no doubt, she took his pecker in her tail-hole and rode him like a cowgirl. The three stepbrothers were further into the spitroast with Rýnaki in the center, and Æsignís and Ingileif were the first to climax, the brew making their nectars form into a large puddle.

I beheld where the sex toys were and cogitated on an idea, acting on impulse. I picked up a dildo that had the capability of fitting snugly in my vagina and wield it like a pecker, and that end sat in my snatch. The opening was there, and I slid the business end into dad’s taint.

Dad tensed up and moaned audibly. “Take it easy, Kaera. There’s no lube on it, is there?”

“No,” I answered, pausing the advance.

Dad nodded. “I thought so. Be extra solicitous.”

I nodded and slowly continued. Dad’s anus expanded at an identical pace, and Róstran remained still on his meaty pole. I hilted him, my nether lips touching his testicles behind the undergarments. Mom gave me a signal, so I rammed him hard… repeatedly. I hit his prostate and swiftly brought the prominent Alpha down to a lower echelon. He was a bumbling mess, and Róstran kept the onslaught going.

The drug did its job. I beheld masculine seed easily escape from Róstran’s rectum and took his puppy batter head-on. A steady cataract fell once dad pulled out, and dad lapped away at the mess at his anus. We licked away at the virile residue on dad’s penis. More crescendos came like dominos as we licked the cum away. The stepbrothers ejaculated, followed by Æsignís and Ingileif, and mom and Lárus were the last to do. Every male that came inside a posterior orifice. The rate at which the cocks pulled out matched out experience, so everyone extrapolated and presupposed all the knottings would be otiose and pussies were on the menu.

Everyone was up for the card game we played on the first day we gained special reservations once dad proposed, and it was my luck that Lárus had to paint my womb white in front of everyone while we put on a sultry show.. I both desired and dreaded having to mate with my secret lover with outsiders’ eyes peering in. I got to demonstrate my affection, but I also had to exercise caution about how true and deep it went.

Lárus settled for me to ride him and do it fast and got into position, holding his penis straight. I took and placed it into its natural environment, looking at everybody as I slid down on it. This was an opportunity to manifest my fantasies into reality. His eyes conveyed restraint, which was the right, albeit insipid, route to take. I took the card’s challenge to heart. I gyrated my hips with his cock within me and fondled my breasts, licking my lips at the audience.

I asked for permission and sensually beckoned Æsignís for participation. She accepted and ensconced on my brother. Our lips touch, and our tongues wrestled. Half of my digits found her muliebrity behind the jockstrap, and the other half were on her mammillae. I perceived her get wet and her pressing her snatch against my twat and the phallus inside. She reciprocated on my tits with the addition of her feasting on my left nipple. He was interested in her fundament. I beheld him spread her cheeks and ogle her sphincter and glimpses of her pussy, and she was aware. She became flatter and stretched out, kissing my body continuously down to my slit.

My bladder knocked, and I decided it wanted to spice up the show instead. I spread my urethra opened and unleashed piss all over Æsignís before she knew what happened, and she didn’t express interdiction. Golden splatters rained from her head down to Lárus’s body. I aimed the stream further down her spine until I got the urine to flow down her anal fissure. He tasted the added acridity to the gamey sapor and any sacchariferous nectar he could taste.

I ran empty and triggered something in Æsignís. She sat up and stood to where her inguinal region was directly in front of my physiognomy. She pressed it against my countenance and pressed my head against her crotch. She micturated through her jockstrap, humping my snout, and I lapped away at her groin. The piss branched into multitudinous streams down my physique. to my connate mate’s crotch. A few seconds later, she parted the pouch and directly urinated down my throat while grinding her hips.

I got distracted and didn’t perceive Lárus cumming into my uterus until his orgasm was on the downhill side. He took inspiration from our show, deciding my womb was the perfect vessel to hold his pee. My paunch swelled with his musky liquid in conjunction with the sperm within.me. The urine burned, but it titillated me to where it and tasting Æsignís’s piss got me to my climax. The show wasn’t done just yet. She inaugurated the grand finale by pulling his penis out and slurped all the jizz and pee he deposited in me.

The game ended with a tie between my parents with Hrafnir a close second, and it was time for everyone to head to bed. I looked back at the chamber with a melancholic fondness about the opportunity at satiating my appetite for the taboo without opprobrium and knowing this was the last time to do so. I had some hope that Þjálfí would be the victor in the tournament and be the new Alpha Prime, loosening some of the stringent Forbidden Five with new edicts. He was favored to win although the remaining contestants had fair shots at the throne. I fell asleep feeling good about tomorrow, but what took place next could jeopardize the already exiguous chance I had at enjoying life with my brother at my side as my chosen mate.