<Shower Time - Starla/Carson - 1>

	The sound of hissing hot water filled the upstairs hall, followed by the sound of soft, masculine humming.  The slightly-ajar door of the second floor bathroom let coils of stray steam dissipate into thin air, though it was unlikely it had been left open on purpose.  Nonetheless, that hardly stopped the ever-stealthy Starla as she slipped down the hall in the nude (Soon after moving into the mansion, Starla realized how much she despised constricting clothing.  If she wasn't going anywhere, she wasn't wearing anything).  Her nose twitched rapidly as she struggled to determine who exactly was in the shower at that time.  Then again, when it came to that irksome, delightful itch to satisfy her urges, it mattered little whether it was her mother, aunt, or grandfather.

	The bathroom door swung inward without a sound and slid shut behind her, leaving her in the warm, mist-filled bathroom.  A large clawfoot tub stood along the Eastern wall of the room, while the opposite wall contained a lavish commode and washbasin, all of which had been handcrafted with most of the modern bells and whistles.  Perched between them against the Southern wall was an exceptionally tall shower stall.  Two of its walls, and its door, were made of solid glass panes, all of which were fogged into opacity, obscuring the occupant... but, considering the cheerful humming was obviously masculine in origin, it was fairly obvious who the user was.  The Pack only had one Alpha male in it, after all.

	Starla grinned deviously to herself as she eyed the shower stall, the wheels turning in her mind as she stalked closer to the glass door.  Her fur was already quite damp from the warm steam as she pulled at the metal frame, tugging the door open silently to gaze upon the naked body of her beloved grandfather.

	Carson's back was yet turned to her as she slipped into the luxuriously large shower stall.  The interior had been beautifully tiled with deep gray stone in a floor-to-ceiling grid, while the outer edges were extended to form a three-sided seat in the shower.  The head itself dropped down from the ceiling to rain gently atop the users.  Despite his growing age, Carson yet remained standing as suds of sandalwood sage surprise soap slipped slickly southward into the drain at his furred feet.  His fur had lost all of its fluff at the mercy of the showering water, though it only proved to accentuate his remaining musculature that time had not yet withered.

	Starla had to stifle an audible, amorous growl as she scanned the elder male from head to foot.  The wet fur revealed all to her keen eye, including a couple of smaller scars along the back of his shoulders she hadn't been able to see before.  His rump was particularly lean as she inspected him, and a shift of his stance let her get another glimpse at those heavy, low-hanging balls she loved so much.  As quietly as could be, Starla pulled the door shut behind her and stepped under the warm rain, instantly matting her snowy fur and turning it two shades darker than it had been.

	At this point, Carson's nose began to twitch as Starla's scent flooded his senses.  The thick steam of the shower had amplified his already-sensitive nose twofold, and he instantly recognized Starla's honeyed scent upon her approach.  Still, he didn't dare turn around, knowing full well how much she loved her little roguish games.

	Ever so softly, Starla's clawed hands pressed against her grandfather's rump from behind to tenderly trace the distinct creases of his aging muscles.  "Hey there, Papa Wolf," she purred quietly, her fingertips slipping upward and around his waist.  The dexterous rogue carefully followed his abdomen with one hand all the way up to his right pectoral, while the other hand lewdly descended to find not just his sheath, but the steadily-growing red rocket between his legs.  "Mind if I join you?"

	Carson flinched slightly at Starla's first touch, but slowly he found himself leaning back into her as her soaked, furred chest and belly pressed against his naked back and rear.  A rumbling chuckle escaped him, followed by a soft growl of pleasure before he spoke.  "Mmmmh, maybe.  I'll have to put you to work, though."

	Starla giggled softly.  "Don't worry about a thing.  I always take good care of my granddaddy."  Her claws gently drew themselves across his bare chest with one hand, while the other wrapped her fingers as delicately as she could manage around his bright red shaft, squeezing him tenderly.  "Actually... I had an idea this morning that I kinda wanted to try... if you'd like to."

	"And what's that?" Carson returned, his brow arched in curiosity.  His head turned just a bit to look down at his naked granddaughter with his one good eye.  His eyepatch had been set aside to avoid getting wet, revealing his other eye to be permanently closed.  A jagged, dark gray scar went a short ways from his top to bottom eyelid.

	The snow-furred rogue felt her heartbeat begin to rise.  "It's a secret," she returned coyly.  "You gotta sit down first and close your eyes... err, eye... and you can't open 'til I tell you to."

	Caron's fur would've bristled had it not been so wet.  "The last time you said that, we both ended up falling off the bed," he rumbled lightheartedly as he carefully began to acquiesce to her request.

	"Pssh, that wasn't [i]my[/i] fault," she insisted, her ice blue eyes drinking in her grandfather's naked front as he turned and seated himself on the built-in stone ledge.  "And it didn't hurt, either.  If I recall, you actually came [i]while[/i] we were falling.  Ergo, you [i]loved[/i] it."

	Carson rumbled yet again, his gaze lingering upon Starla's bare, snow-furred breasts, soon drifting down to her plush-looking belly and back again.  "Very well.  I trust you," he added with a smile and squeezed his eye shut.  The elder male's ears and nose twitched in attempts to amplify his senses without the use of his sight.  All he could smell in the shower was the honeyed Starla, but his ear did pick up a faint, otherworldly sound that he was quite familiar with.  Moments later, something warm, wet, and incredibly soft drifted over the pointed tip of his canine cock, soon encompassing the entirety of his cockhead and slowly moving down his thick shaft.  Warm, sudden waves of desirous pleasure shot through the elder worgen, more than enough to make his canine toes curl and his body tense visibly.  The tight sensation continued to descend, stopping roughly halfway down his cock before receding little by little to stop at the tip of his cock before repeating itself.  Upon its second descent, something else quite soft wrapped itself around his heavy, furred balls, and a second touch came down along his inner right thigh.  The urge to open his eye became torturous the longer this carried on, each descent going just a bit further down.  The deeper it went, the tighter it got at his tip, and the more he struggled to maintain himself in his seat.

	Starla was deathly silent throughout the new sensations, until after several long, agonizing minutes, the sensation ceased completely.  "Good boy, you can open," she cooed teasingly.

	Carson's eye shot open to find Starla's icy eyes staring back at him near his waist, but they were no longer framed by her white-furred, canine face.  Starla had subtly shifted into her human form, and in place of fur was remarkably pale, flawless white skin.  A shock of tight, dark brown curls cascaded down to her shoulders, though the water had weakened the curls into near-straight hair.  Her small, gently-pointed nose peered just above Carson's cockhead before her pair of soft pink, plump lips opened wide to pop it into her mouth.  "I was not... expecting this," the elder worgen growled between husky groans, truly and thoroughly shocked.

