Violet awoke to the smell of coffee, girlsex, and coconut shampoo. She grunted reluctantly against the tug of morning and buried her face in the mess of hair in front of her, nestling in closer to the warmth she was curled around. Something tickled the back of her sleepy mind. She’d gone to bed alone. It wasn’t hard to guess who had joined her in the middle of the night.
        It hadn’t been that long ago that she’d been forcing Lily into her bed, finding ways to torment and abuse her little plaything through the night, often waking up for the sole purpose of getting Lily off as she slept. 
        For years, she’d used Lily as her personal method of sexual exploration. She still had a collection of pilfered toys that explicitly illustrated the journey Lily’s body had gone through at Violet’s hands, from petite to monstrous, as Violet constantly tested and stretched the limits of her sister’s body, so similar to her own.
        She’d used Lily’s body to explore every fetish she was too scared to try on herself. Big toys, exhibitionism, pain, choking. . .the list went on. Lily, ever the sweet sister, had been so wonderfully pliable. She always resisted, and then always gave in to Violet’s demands.
        Then they’d gone so far with Mr. Ferris. Violet could still picture Lily’s belly distended around the substitute’s shaft. It had been so intense, so exciting. She’d never guessed that the young teacher would be so easy to manipulate, to convince. She’d been heady with the power of it.
        And then she’d been given a taste of her own medicine. The big stallion had stretched her throat so wide she had cried, and then pumped her belly so full of seed that she didn’t eat for a full day afterward. Had she enjoyed it? Yes. Some nights she woke up, sweating, sheets wet with her arousal, her throat feeling stretched and her belly feeling full.
        But it had also been the first time she’d truly realized what she’d been putting Lily through. She blushed, ashamed at the memories and instinctively buried her face, wanting to go back to the ignorance of sleep. Lily’s hair filled her face. She couldn’t help it. She breathed in the scent deeply.
        Sweet, addicting Lily. Violet had tried to stop. She’d tried to apologize, tried to figure out how to have a normal relationship with her twin sister. Instead, Lily had taken over the initiative that Mr. Ferris had fucked out of Violet. She’d grown wild and desperate, begging Violet to fuck her and begging to be filled the way Mr. Ferris had filled her. Violet didn’t even remember deciding to go to Santa’s Village that day in the mall. When Lily got wet, the scent of her could drive rational thought clear out of Violet’s head.
        She always resisted. And then always gave in to Lily’s demands.
        She’d seduced that teenage Santa right in the middle of the mall, taken a face full of a stranger’s cunt as Lily got the warmth she wanted so desperately pumped into her bowels.
        Even now, her hands were moving across Lily’s body, like a tiny slender version of her own, boyish chest, narrow hips. She didn’t remember starting to move them. She remembered wanting to get up. The smell of coffee meant that Gran was awake. Gran always offered to make pancakes for anyone who could wake up while the coffee was still hot. Violet remembered wanting pancakes.
        Lily moaned under her touch and Violet moaned too. Her hand was squeezing Lily’s ass, kneading it as she felt moisture dribble from her sleeping sister’s cunny onto her thigh. Violet’s tail curled between her legs. The tapered tip thrust inside her sister’s pliable tailhole without hesitation. Lily moaned, her body rocked awake as three inches of tail was shoved inside her. 
        “Violet,” Lily squealed softly, rocking her hips hard, fucking herself on the curled tail. Her voice was sweet and plaintive, as if she might beg Violet to stop. Violet knew she wouldn’t. Lily pretended to be innocent because she knew how much it excited her.
        Lily turned her head. Violet was ready for her. Their mouths met, open and wet, in a familiar, hungry kiss. Their tongues darted past one another, twisted, spit spilling between their mashed lips. A messy, frantic, honest, desperate kiss. Violet grabbed for Lily’s leg and her sister lifted it instinctively, anticipating her with ease. Violet’s fingers sought out that warm, wet cunny, stroking it, teasing it, before plunging in two digits in time with the pumping of her tail.
        Violet pushed her own hips against Lily’s soft tush as her rudder-like tail wedged deeper in her twin’s backside. Nothing tapered so thick and so soft like an otter’s tail. It had been perfect for testing Lily’s willing little holes. Now, three years after she’d first popped her sister’s cherry with the narrow tip, she could thrust seven inches of tail inside the girl’s wriggling little backside, stretching her wider than any toy Violet had ever found.
        Lily stifled her delighted moans into Violet’s mouth, her body rocking in time with the firm thrusts of Violet’s tail. Violet fingered her hard, but that was mostly for her own benefit. She loved the feel of her sister’s sex around her fingers or tongue. Lily got off quickest and hardest with something shoved inside her ass.
        Lily started to tremble. She broke the kiss suddenly and mewled so adorably against Violet’s neck as she came. Muscles squeezed so hard around Violet’s tail that it was nearly painful, and her fingers were caught buried to the last knuckle in the vise-like grip of her twin’s snatch. Lily’s narrow hips bucked, her body arching up off the squeaky mattress, so pretty and taut before Violet’s hungry gaze. Cum squirted out of finger-stuffed cunny once, the droplets of it glistening in the morning sunlight that edged through their curtains.
        Lily dropped back onto the bed, mewling contentedly. She rolled onto her side and Violet shivered as her smaller twin pressed her face into Violet’s full, nude breasts. She gently pulled her tail of out Lily’s backside and wrapped her arms around the girl, fingers teasing over her slender back.
        “Sissy,” Lily murmured so sweetly, voice muffled by Violet’s breasts. “Find me someone to play with again.”
        Violet shivered. How could she sound so innocent and so dominant at the same time? Violet’s cheeks blushed, shame filling her again, knowing she’d used that same voice on Lily, on Mr. Ferris, and on half a dozen others. Lily had all the same voices she did, and she was even more dangerous than Violet had ever been with them.
        No. She meant to say it out loud. Time to grow up. Time to get help. Time to. . .stop being the fucked up little toy I made out of you. Shame filled her.
        “Anything for you,” Violet heard herself cooing in her sister’s ear. Lily was already back asleep. Violet inhaled deeply and her sister’s scent filled her nose, making her tremble with desire. The coffee was already cold.

        ***

        Gran skimmed the newspaper as the house went quiet again, shaking her head slowly. Did the twins really think they were being discrete? It was a good thing Peri slept heavy and late, like all boys his age. That was one awkward explanation she didn’t want to have to deal with. She sipped her cool coffee and glanced toward the closed door of Ivy’s room, where her daughter slept off another night of drinking. At least it was only drinking, she thought. Plus, Ivy was behind that closed door alone, so she had to consider that progress. She simply wouldn’t stand for the kind of filth Ivy had grown accustomed to dragging home with her any longer.
        Gran sighed over the headlines, finding the Sunday morning paper just as distasteful as Sunday morning in the Nielsen home. Roosevelt City was still floundering after her resignation as mayor last year. Industry was still strong, but the indicators for a downturn were there. College enrollment was down, and the BRAC talks were gaining steam again, and she didn’t think the advisors she had in place for the new mayor had the stones to stand up to the senator. Her fingers itched. She knew who to call, what to say, whom to threaten.
        She twitched her lips and folded the newspaper resolutely. Her family needed her more than her city did right now. The city might flounder, but it would find its legs and walk, even if it collected a few bruises along the way. Ivy, Peri, and the girls, however. . .she sighed, suffuse with guilt and regret. She’d let power be more important than family for too long. It had nearly taken Ivy away from her forever. She wasn’t going to let the girls and Peri go down the same path their mother had.
        Peri stumbled out of his room, sniffing the air. Gran smiled as she watched him from her study, a loft-style room that overlooked the great room and kitchen from the second story. Disappointment colored his face as he realized he’d let the coffee grow cold yet again. No pancakes this morning. The wager had been on for nearly a year, and Gran had never had to make pancakes even once. They were getting closer though. The girls’ would’ve had pancakes this morning, if they’d been able to choose a hot breakfast over sex.
        Peri poured himself a bowl of cold cereal and sat by the window, hair comically askew and eyes barely slitted, crusty from sleep. The girls staggered out just a moment later, dressed only in t-shirts that barely kept their decency in the front, and failed to overcome their tails in the back. Even from her second floor vantage point, Gran could see the lewd stretch of Lily’s backside.
        “Girls,” she snapped. Violet and Lily both yelped and turned sharply toward her, looking sheepish. She didn’t say anything, just stared them down and slowly raised her eyebrows. It took a moment for the confusion to melt away from their sleepy faces, then they both had the decency to blush and scamper back into their room. They returned with their modesty maintained by identical pairs of shorts.
        Gran caught the relieved look on Peri’s face. At least someone in the family still had a sense of decency. The girls were doing him no favors, galavanting around half nude in front of the boy just as puberty started to get a hold of him. Their own relationship was fucked up enough without confusing young Peri while they were at it.
        Gran stood from her desk and all six eyes down below turned toward her for a moment. She turned away from them and smiled privately. She might not have the whole city under her thumb any more, but the three downstairs had come to respect her command. The last year had gone a long way toward making the household look like a normal, respectable family, if one didn’t count Ivy. But with the girls’ hormones running wild, things were growing even more complicated.
        She moved down the stairs, trying to ignore the growing collection of aches, creaks, and pains that had accelerated her decision to retire. She’d had to leave while she still looked strong. The appearance of frailty worked for some politicians’ careers, but she knew it would’ve destroyed hers. Mayor Stoppard was young, charismatic, and perfectly daft. He would serve her purposes well enough while she raised the children, provided he managed not to drive the city into the ground in the meantime. Hopefully, her handpicked advisors would see to that.
        “Exams soon?” she asked innocuously as she approached the table.
        “Yes, Gran,” Lily provided immediately. “In two weeks.”
        She nodded. “Everyone passing?” She leveled Violet with her steady gaze. A level gaze with no malice or threat in it. A gaze she’d perfected in her political career. A gaze that said that the answer had better not disappoint her. Violet blushed.
        “Yes, Gran,” Lily and Peri said without hesitation. Violet took the time to chew and swallow slowly.
        “Probably,” she said softly, not able to meet Gran’s eyes. Violet had always been able to manipulate Ivy with ease. She was still learning that with Gran, honesty was a safer route than stalling.
        Gran let it slide though. Violet had been a different girl ever since the twins’. . .encounter with that substitute teacher. She had grown more subdued, while Lily had grown more bold. She didn’t know the details, nor did she want to, but Gran guessed that Violet had found her breaking point in the dangerous game she’d been playing, and that suited Gran just fine.
        “Let me add some incentive then,” Gran said softly, letting the charade fall out of her voice and speaking sincerely. The children could tell the difference between sincerity and her expertly feigned sincerity. Few people could. She wondered if they’d ever realize how powerful a tool that ability was. “I’ve been thinking that what the four of us really need is a change of scenery.”
        Three pairs of ears swiveled her way. Even Violet straightened in her seat.
        “Like, a trip?” Violet asked cautiously.
        “Why just the four of us?” Peri asked. Sweet Peri, always worried about his mother, despite everything she’d put him through.
        “Your mother’s going back to the doctor,” Gran said smoothly. Relief passed over Violet’s and Lily’s faces, but Peri’s worry only deepened. “She’ll be at the facility through July and most of August and I was thinking that we could take a little trip. If you earn it, of course.”
        Lily and Peri erupted with excited suggestions. Canada, Mexico, San Diego, Italy, New Hampshire. They bubbled over one another too quickly for Gran to separate their voices. On the opposite side of the table from her, Violet drooped visibly, bending over her cold cereal and stirring the bowl dispassionately as her siblings bickered over their destination.
        Gran held up her hand. The table fell silent after only a few breaths.
        “I’ve booked us a suite on a twelve day cruise to Maui. Plus a week in Vancouver the week before. Show me a passing grade, and I’ll show you your ticket. Understand?”
        Peri and Lily bubbled to life again, this time bickering about luaus and parasailing and bathing suits. Violet stood up so quickly that her chair toppled over, bringing the table to a preternatural silence. She stormed out of the room, avoiding everyone’s gaze, and slammed the door to her bedroom behind her. A groan of protest came faintly from behind Ivy’s door. Gran sighed, stood, and went after the girl. The sympathy part of parenting came hardest to her. Being a politician had squashed honest sympathy out of her years ago. She’d become an expert at feigning sympathy when it suited her needs, but the girls knew the difference. 
        Gran let herself into the girls’ room, ignoring the heavy scent of sex as she closed the door behind her. Facing east, the room was usually bright in the morning, but Violet had the curtains secured against the morning sun, and even the glow around the edges of the window couldn’t dispel the gloom emanating from Violet’s mood. The girl sniffed. Gran sat on the bed and waited.
        Violet sat, looking miserable, her body shaking. She looked like she might dissolve into tears at any moment. Gran crossed her arms and leveled the girl with a steady gaze which she tried to soften. Violet’s behavior surprised her. The girl had never cared much for academics, and had been bright enough to skirt along under the radar at Griffin Heights until this year. High school had been much harder, though, and Gran had been surprised when, in the spring, Violet had changed her attitude and started trying to work hard enough to fix the grades she had tanked throughout the fall. She still stood to fail two classes, but those wouldn’t be enough to get her expelled. Gran had hoped the cruise would motivate her to keep up the good work.
        “This isn’t about the cruise,” Gran guessed.
        Violet shook her head. “I don’t want to let you down, Gran,” she said softly. “I. . .I’m starting to see those little strings you’ve pulled for us. Protecting us. Protecting us from the public and from our own stupid mistakes and I don’t want to make you have to do that anymore!” A tear ran down the girl’s cheek, and they both seemed surprised by it. Gran’s mouth hung open, unsure what to say. As unused as she was to feeling sympathy, having it felt for her was entirely foreign.
        “I want to pass so that I can stay at Griffin Heights with Lily and not have the newspaper write vicious articles about your precious granddaughter being too stupid for private school and I want to do it without you calling and threatening or bribing my teachers. I. . .I didn’t realize the sort of things you do for us until Mr. Ferris moved away. Then I started looking. I don’t like feeling ashamed, Gran. And I don’t like feeling like you’re ashamed of me.”
        Gran snapped her mouth shut and moved a little closer to Violet. She touched the girl’s shoulder gently. “I’m not ashamed of you, Vi. I am ashamed of myself, of how I’ve let things become around here. You girls and your mother and Peri needed me, and I wasn’t here. That’s why I retired. To try and make things right while I still can. Math and English, Vi. Do your homework. Make an A on the exams. You’ll pass, and I will take you on that cruise and there,” she touched Violet’s chin softly and the girl looked into her eyes, confused. Gran smiled. “There we’ll talk about the future. You understand?”
        Violet frowned, her brows furrowed, and Gran only smiled wider. “Trust me,” she said. “I won’t pull any more strings for you. I’ll give you a chance to show me what you’re made of, alright?”
        Violet nodded slowly, sitting up a little straighter at those words. She glanced out the window, then down at her backpack sitting just inside her closet. “Gran. Do you mind if I get out of here? I want to study, and. . .” she trailed off, her eyes glancing off in the direction of Ivy’s room.
        Gran clucked her tongue softly. “Take your sister. Peri and I won’t be needing Nathaniel this afternoon, so go wherever you like, just be back by dinner, alright?”
        Violet smiled her thanks and wiped away her single tear. Gran bent and kissed her on the forehead, leaving the girl to call after her sister so the two could get dressed.

        ***

        Nathaniel pulled the car to a stop on the square, leaving it idling in the middle of the road as he got out to open the door for the girls.
        “Ladies,” he said formally, tipping his hat as he closed the door behind Lily.
        “Thanks, Nate,” the girls said in unison.
        “Gran wants us home by six. We’ll be fine till then.”
        The vulpine raised his eyebrows in surprise, as he’d just been effectively told to take the afternoon off. He tipped his hat again rather quickly, as if worried they might change their minds.
        “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be here for the two of you at 5:30.”
        Violet barely noticed as he drove off, tossing her backpack down on one of the outdoor tables in front of Blast o’ Joe, an independent espresso shop on the square that faced city hall. Sighing, she pulled out her math book and binder, dropping them both on the table.
        “He’s cute, huh?” Lily asked, sounding speculative.
        “What?”
        “Nathaniel. All that plush arctic fur, always tipping his hat.”
        Violet rolled her eyes. “He works for Gran. If you’re going to chase after him, you should probably get your will up to date. Besides, even if you don’t care that he has a wife and kids, Michelle told me he’s kind of small.”
        “Oh. . .” Lily said, pouting a little but still looking in the direction Nathaniel had driven off in. She had no idea if Michelle, their housekeeper, had ever fucked the married chauffeur or not, but nothing got Lily off a scent like the rumor of a small cock.
        “You really came out here to study?” Lily asked incredulously as Violet fell into a chair and cracked her math book.
        “What? What did you think I came out here for?”
        “For a fuck,” Lily said bluntly. A mother at an adjacent table shot her a glare and pointedly stood up to move to a more distant table, trailing a toddler who promptly asked what ‘a fuck’ was. Lily was standing, leaning against one of the chairs at the table but not sitting. Violet glanced up and found that her sister’s eyes were roaming over the Sunday afternoon crowd speculatively. Then, looking down, she saw that her sister had rolled her skirt up around her hips at some point. As she leaned her legs against the chair, the hem of her skirt didn’t even brush the furniture, and Violet could see the curve of Lily’s ass dimpling as she pressed it against the chair’s back.
        Violet hurriedly turned her eyes back to her book. A rational person would be embarrassed by her sister’s behavior, she thought, so she tried to be. But she wasn’t. She was aroused, and a poorly suppressed part of her brain had a quick, graphic fantasy of slamming her sister down on the table and eating her out in the middle of the downtown square. A year ago, Lily’s skirts had reached down to her knees, not the curve of her ass. Violet’s careful campaign of dares, humiliation, and discrete public use of toys and eventually men had awoken a deeply erotic, needy, exhibitionist out of her bookish sister. Now it was Violet who’d had the change of heart, and she barely knew how to control what she’d awakened. It didn’t help that her own tastes hadn’t changed, she’d just tried to control them. Nothing tore away at her self-control like her sister.
        “Get me a latte, will you?” Violet said, trying desperately to distract both of them. When Lily pouted and started to refuse, she added, “Maybe one of the baristas is cute.”
        Lily snapped her mouth shut at that, the speculative gleam returning to her eyes. Violet looked up as she left, unable to resist watching for the swish of Lily’s skirt as her sister turned, giving her the briefest, delicious view of that petite bare ass before the skirt settled into place again. She stifled her own wistful sigh and focused on the math in front of her, trying to ignore the warmth between her legs that had nothing to do with the high spring sun. 
        She stared at the numbers in the book, trying to focus, trying to remember what the teacher and her sister had been saying to her all semester. Lily was better at math than she was at breathing. She could masturbate through an entire class and still make an A on the following test, a bet which had cost Violet twenty bucks. Violet frowned, the remembered sounds of Lily’s barely-stifled gasps returning to her rather than any helpful snippets of lecture or tutoring.
        She worked laboriously through the next several problems, stalwartly keeping Lily out of her thoughts entirely. She was going to work through every problem in the chapter, not just the ones assigned for homework, she’d decided. She was going to do this until it finally made sense, and then pass the exam because she knew the material, not out of luck.
        A cup placed by her hunched-over head alerted her to Lily’s return sooner than she would’ve expected. She looked up as her sister dropped into the seat across from her.
        “I half expected you to be ducked behind the counter, sucking down a barista’s cream while he pulled shots by now,” she joked.
        “All girl shift,” Lily said with a sigh. “It’s like you organized this just to frustrate me,” she said, frustrated even though her tone was teasing. “There’s not a guy worth fucking in the whole place.”
        “Then help me, instead,” Violet said, trying not to let her exasperation come out in her voice too much. Lily leaned across the table for a moment, studying her page upside down, then leaned back.
        “It doesn’t look like you need any help,” she countered.
        “Huh?” Violet looked down over her page. She’d gotten more done than she’d expected in the short time Lily had been gone. “These are right?”
        Lily nodded. “Not even a sign error. I’m going for a walk.”
        Violet looked up in alarm. “But you’re supposed to help me!”
        Lily stuck her tongue out. “What am I supposed to do, sit here for an hour and tell you how right you are? I’ll be back before you start English, okay?”
        Violet huffed out an aggravated breath, but Lily had already wandered off, sipping her own latte. Violet snatched up hers and slurped at it as she let her pencil get back to work again. Maybe she did actually know this stuff, she hoped.
        “Don’t look up,” said a voice by her ear.
        Violet squeaked with surprise. It was her sister. Was she back from her walk already? She set her latte cup down, its hollow echo letting her know that she’d finished it at some point. She penciled in a negative three, and realized she’d finished with the chapter’s problems,too.
        “I think you’ve got an admirer,” Lily whispered in her ear with a giggle, before slinking around the table to sit down. Violet felt a little rush of excitement, that may have at least partially been the caffeine. She’d actually finished a full chapter of math, and it had felt easy. She’d expected this chapter to take her all day. So maybe she could take a little time to indulge in whatever her lewd sister was hinting after. She glanced around using only her peripheral vision, pretending to still be studying the work in front of her. 
        At an adjacent table, she spotted a pair of lanky, spotted legs that wandered up to disappear under a pleated, tartan skirt, the same style that Lily and many Griffin Heights girls wore, despite the lack of a uniform. She looked up, finding a long-legged giraffe hybrid close to her own age. The teen’s eyes were glued to where Violet’s AC/DC t-shirt stretched around her breasts. Violet licked her lips, watching the girl, waiting for her to realize she’d been caught staring. It took a while, and it wasn’t until Lily couldn’t contain her giggling that the girl looked up in alarm, meeting Violet’s eyes and blushing dark red as she hurriedly turned away. Violet couldn’t help but giggle as well, and enjoyed watching the girl’s blush darken as Lily scooted her chair around the table next to her so they could whisper.
        “She’s cute, huh?” Lily asked. She always had a question in her tone when she commented on girls. Violet had an eye for all genders, but slender little girls like this one--or her sister--especially. Lily’s assessment of attractiveness usually depended solely on cock size.
        “She is,” Violet answered, taking her own turn at staring as she looked over the other girl. She was skinny, lanky even, in a way that made her look tall even though she was only roughly Violet’s height. Her mother, nose pushed into a book, tall neck towering over the rest of the patrons, was clearly a giraffe, but the girl herself was some kind of hybrid. Her neck was shorter than her mother’s and her muzzle was thicker and elongated. From the neck down, she was golden with chocolate spots, just like her mother, but at her neck, those spots started to bleed into the rest of her fur, turning her neck and face a rich chestnut color with only the faintest outline of spots of the same color. She was thin and pretty, and looked absolutely adorable all flustered and embarrassed like that.
        “This math is killing me,” Violet said in a stage whisper, tucking her sheet of homework into the book and thumping it closed. Then she sighed dramatically and leaned back for a long stretch. Under the table, she felt Lily squeeze her leg through her jeans. The giraffe girl was watching. She drew the stretch out for the girl’s enjoyment, breasts thrust out, the lithe line of her musteline body put on deliberate display.
        When she finished, she opened her eyes to find the girl staring at her again, mouth slightly open, legs visibly squeezing together under the wooden table. Violet glanced around. No one else was staring. She was slightly disappointed, but the giraffe girl’s reaction made up for it.
        “I, um. . .” the girl said to her mother, standing up rather suddenly. “I have to use the restroom,” she finished, then hurried off. Her mother barely looked up from her book.
        As Lily giggled, Violet turned in her seat to watch the girl go, admiring the swing of her petite backside with longing, a little sad that her teasing was ending so soon. Lily’s voice was hot in her ear.
        “Go after her!”
        “What?” She squeezed her legs together. Lily’s hand was there, squeezing her inner thigh, drawing a soft little moan from her lips.
        “She wants you to follow her!” Lily explained excitedly. Then, “Look!”
        By the door to Blast o’ Joe, the girl looked over her shoulder, made eye contact with Violet, then blushed and hurried inside.
        “She wants you,” Lily insisted. “And I want to watch. Come on!”
        Violet was already standing, even though she didn’t quite remember doing so. She was urged forward by an indiscrete pinch right under her tail. She smacked Lily’s hip sharply with her thick tail, but moved forward, winding through the light Sunday afternoon crowd to the door and then between the tables crammed within.
        It was loud inside Blast o’ Joe’s, crowded with all the typical underlying noise of a coffee shop: steaming milk, the hiss of espresso, the occasional grinding of beans, and the constant hum of a roasting machine, plus the steady murmur of the crowd and banter of the baristas. This shop was louder than most, though, with the sounds of renovation penetrating the walls as adjacent businesses continued the work Gran had started as mayor, using grant money and low interest loans to revitalize downtown.
        Violet deflected an overly-cheery barista’s greeting and skirted the edge of the bar and into the isolated hallway past it. The noise was louder back here, and the casual afternoon sounds of the cafe seemed a little more distant. The door to the mens’ restroom stood slightly ajar, light off, vacant. The womens’ door was closed, though. She stepped up to it and twisted the handle. Unlocked.
        Violet slipped inside with a giddy smile on her face. The restroom beyond was tiny but clean, with just enough room for the vanity, toilet, and a small, plump setee, or what Gran often referred to as a ‘fainting couch.’ The hybrid girl was perched atop it, looking nervous and excited. She yelped softly when Violet opened the door, but her face brightened instantly, confirming Lily’s assertion that the girl had been hoping she’d follow. Her face grew quickly confused though, when Lily entered the room behind her.
        “Don’t mind her,” Violet said, her tone low and quick, as Lily kicked the door shut behind them. “She likes to watch.”
        The girl started a question, but Violet stopped it by moving forward and pushing their lips together. The giraffe could only manage half a startled squeak before Violet’s tongue was in her mouth. Violet pushed the girl’s shoulders back against the wall and straddled her lap, savoring the unfamiliar flavor of the girl’s mouth and the way her hands scrabbled, startled but eager, across her back.
        Part of Violet’s mind protested, but she couldn’t stop, not now. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, she thought. This girl wanted this just as much as she did--she’d practically begged for it, hadn’t she? Violet wasn’t sure how a shy, clandestine glance constituted begging, but that small inconsistency was lost as her mind worked overtime to rationalize her body’s actions. Maybe it was the caffeine, or the giddy excitement over realizing she might not fail math, but her body was craving a reward for its patience, and this girl was it.
        Violet pushed her hips lewdly into the lap beneath her, her nethers already warm from the near-constant state of mild arousal she’d been in all day, which had only been intensified by her play with Lily this morning and the fact that her sister was even now running around in a tiny skirt, pantyless. She broke the kiss with a gasp, staring down at the girl underneath her.
        “Oh my!” she squeaked with surprise, her face breaking into a slow grin as the giraffe hybrid blushed through her chestnut fur. 
        “Sorry,” the girl whispered, biting her lower lip.
        “What?” Lily asked, confused, and pouting a little that her show had stopped so abruptly.
        Violet glanced over her shoulder at her sister, her grin excited and wicked. Lacking any better seat, Lily had hopped up onto the vanity and had one foot pulled up onto the edge of the counter with her. Her skirt fell in such a way that it only barely shadowed her bare lips and little tailhole, the twin curves of her ass easily visible.
        “Lily, sweetie, you’re going to be so jealous,” Violet breathed, rolling her hips nice and slow on top of the giraffe girl, making her groan as she blushed deeper.
        “What?” Lily repeated, growing impatient now. 
        Violet only grinned at her, keeping the girl’s shoulders pinned to the wall, grinding lewdly on her lap and watching over her shoulder as Lily’s eyes stared at her gyrating ass. She sighed sweetly as she humped the girl underneath her, feeling her wetness staining her jeans. She turned her attention back to the girl underneath her and dipped her head to kiss her again. Despite her sister’s near-nudity just a foot or two away, the girl only had eyes for her, staring at her breasts as they bobbed in time to her gyrations, not even sparing a glance for the shadowed wetness of Lily’s nearly exposed lips.
        “What’s your name, cutie?” Violet asked the girl underneath her, who was biting her lip to try to quiet the sounds Violet’s slow, deliberate humping was drawing out of her.
        “Fiona,” the girl squeaked eventually, the soft word trailed by a little gasp.
        “A very sexy name,” Violet cooed approvingly as Lily made a soft, frustrated sound behind her. Lily was accustomed to Violet getting straight into the action. Well, now Violet had a lovely little secret she knew her sister would want, and she wasn’t going to give it away that easily.
        “Your fur is so pretty, Fiona,” Violet continued. Both Lily and Fiona seemed a little confused by Violet’s sudden slowing in pace, but as long as Violet’s hips kept up that slow, rhythmic grinding, the girl underneath her wasn’t going to be complaining. “You’re a hybrid, right? That’s not very common around here.”
        Fiona blinked, then nodded, not sure what to make of the question. She sucked in breaths in hot little gasps, her small chest thrusting outward as she writhed under Violet’s domineering position.
        “Tell my sister what kind,” Violet cooed. “Look at her, and tell her what your father is.”
        Fiona’s brow creased a little, finally looking away from Violet’s swaying, unsupported breasts to meet her eyes, entirely confused. When Fiona hesitated, Violet stopped grinding against the girl, drawing a frustrated whimper out of her. Taking the hint, Fiona obeyed, tearing her eyes away from Violet’s to look up at Lily, who was just as confused and perhaps just as excited.
        “H-horse,” Fiona said softly, and Lily chirruped curiously in response. As Fiona spoke, Violet’s hands slipped between her body and the hybrid’s, pushing up the swishy, tartan skirt and reaching into strained panties to free what she’d been grinding against. She had to slide back almost to Fiona’s knees to allow enough room for the young herm’s cock to spring up. “My father’s a stallion,” Fiona concluded, then hissed a breath of relief as Violet freed her member.
        “Oh my god. . .” Lily whispered, staring, as Violet giggled in triumph.
        Violet had heard that giraffes tended to be well-endowed. The small number of giraffe boys at school were always popular, and she’d heard the cheerleaders gossiping about the ‘exotic alternatives’ to the two stallions on the baseball team. But the combination of the two species had worked some kind of magic on the giraffe-stallion hybrid she had pinned to the wall. She was every inch the equal of Mr. Ferris and Kailee, with mottled flesh that mimicked her giraffe patterning. The head of her shaft was crooked at nearly a right angle, a feature Violet had never even heard whisper of before. 
        “Violet. . .” Lily whispered, leaning forward.
        “No,” Violet answered sharply, stopping her before she could even ask. Lily whimpered, watching Violet wrap both hands around the shaft in front of her. 
        “Fu-uuck,” Fiona hissed, her hips jerking against the weight of Violet in her lap. 
        “Oh, I couldn’t possibly,” Violet replied, teasing, as her hands slipped daintily up and down the shaft, not quite stroking but instead teasingly brushing her palms along the hot flesh. “But don’t worry, cutie, I’ll take care of you, if only to torment my sister.”
        Violet bent down, dropping a playful kiss on the turgid crook in Fiona’s shaft and feeling the girl shudder underneath her. She giggled softly, then straightened again and pulled her shirt off in a single overhead motion. Her breasts, heavy and full, bounced free and caused Fiona’s eyes to bounce along with them. Then she performed her slow, exaggerated stretch again, breasts thrust forward, hips grinding into the base of Fiona’s shaft, putting on a repeat performance of her earlier show, except topless.
        Fiona groaned audibly and Violet felt hot prespunk spill out of the girl’s tip and over her knuckles. Behind her, she heard Lily shift, and knew the girl was no longer bothering to hide anything. Lily enjoyed Violet’s displays just as much as any passerby, perhaps moreso. Violet’s body had every curve that made a man lust, full breasts and a round rump, both still perky with youth, along with a whip-slender waist and round hips. Where her body tempted a man’s overt libido, Lily’s tempted it’s darker secrets, every straight line of her body a dangerous, enticing echo of an even younger girl. They made a vicious, irresistible pair.
        Violet straightened slowly, eyes open to watch Fiona’s eyes following the movements of her body. She heard the soft, wet sound of Lily’s fingers and shivered lightly. She loved being watched, and between these two, she couldn’t ask for a more attentive audience. She ached for Fiona to touch her, but the hybrid merely sat, dumbstruck, as if she were afraid moving might wake her from the dream. Well, if anyone was accustomed to taking matters into her own hands, it was Violet.
        Her hands returned to the girl’s exotic cock, squeezing it a little too hard just to hear her squeak. She began to stroke it in earnest now, a slow, too-tight handjob that had the teen squirming in both discomfort and pleasure.
        “Don’t you like my sister?” Violet cooed. “She’s putting on such a show for you.”
        Fiona blushed, gritting her teeth as Violet’s squeezing hands traveled up the length of her shaft, milking out more of her precum. She glanced up at Lily and Violet turned her head to take a look, too. Her sister was leaning back against the mirror, her butt pushed forward to the very edge of the vanity. She had one hand slipped under her raised thigh, two fingers pushing lewdly into her tailhole as her cunny twitched, empty. Violet shivered with delight at the sight and lifted her tail to tease along the inside of Lily’s dangling calf.
        “I. . .I like you better,” Fiona whispered, barely finding enough breath to speak as her eyes fell back to Violet’s breasts. Violet grinned broadly, her sticky hands releasing the girl’s shaft to squeeze her own breasts, squishing them together dramatically as Fiona watched.
        “I see,” Violet said. “A tits-girl, then?” She leaned forward slowly until the crook of Fiona’s cock bumped up underneath her breasts. She kept her tits squeezed together, lowering her body slowly until the head protruded from her flesh, drooling precum onto her full tits. “I’m not going to fuck you, Fiona. You’re too big for me. My sister would let you shove it in her ass. She might look little, but she’s a bit of a size-queen. You just say the word--” As she spoke she lowered her body, sliding her warm flesh down Fiona’s shaft, letting the head bump her chin, then sliding back up again. “--and I’ll switch places and let you nail her to the wall.”
        She increased her pace gradually, her breasts only barely big enough to give the massive shaft a proper titfucking. The girl was messy, too, and Violet’s tits and chin were soon glistening with a sticky coat of pre. Fiona didn’t even consider the offer, simply shaking her head shortly as she watched Violet’s chest bob in her lap, her slender body trembling with desire on the low couch.
        Violet smiled, hearing Lily pout and pant from the counter. Violet rewarded Fiona’s choice, opening her mouth to take that angled tip into her mouth. She had to stretch her jaw wide, and briefly had a flashback to Mr. Ferris grunting as he rutted in her throat, filling her belly with so much spunk that she hadn’t eaten breakfast the next morning. She smiled to herself, sliding her tongue over the hybrid’s glans, wondering if there was just as much seed waiting for her there.
        Fiona squealed as Violet’s hot mouth closed over her tip, her body tensing and jerking as her tip was probed by the otter’s tongue. Violet heard soft ripping sounds and looked down to see the girl’s fingers digging into the fabric of the couch, tearing eight little rips into it as Violet bounced her bosom around her shaft, sucking hard on her tip.
        Fiona’s teeth slipped off her lower lip and the the slender teen let out a soft cry that must’ve been heard by the baristas on the other side of the wall. Violet was thankful for the din of construction around them that masked most of the lewd sounds both her victim and her sister were making. Listening to that racket, though, her ears flicked suddenly as a new sound, almost lost, came from the hallway. The unmistakable sound of a high heel on tile. The handle to the bathroom turned just as Lily began to cum, her body thumping against the wall as her juice squirted off of the counter onto Violet’s tail.
        “Fiona, sweetie, are you o--o-oh my GOD!”
        “MOM!”
        Fiona yelped as her tall, sharply-dressed mother stood framed in the doorway.
        “Young lady, what the fuck do you--”
        “Oh my god, mom!”
        Hands tugged at Violet’s shoulders as Fiona tried to push her off and the giraffe woman tried to pull her away. But she hadn’t come this far to be denied now. Fiona was nearly there, and the appearance of her mother had only stalled her climax for a moment. Violet glanced into the mirror and made eye contact with Lily, who was still fingering her own stretched asshole hard. Lily grinned and lifted her foot, pushing the door closed behind Fiona’s mother. The older woman turned, alarmed to find a third person in the tiny restroom. Violet watched with satisfaction as the older woman’s eyes fell on her sister, hips humping the air, tiny cunny twitching as she came again, this time squirting right onto the mother’s crisp white blouse.
        Violet redoubled her efforts, bobbing much faster on Fiona’s lap and squeezing her tits around the throbbing flesh even tighter. Fiona’s mother was stammering, trying to form words as she and Lily made eye contact. Fiona’s pushing at Violet’s shoulders grew limp, and within a second or two, the girl was gripping her hair tightly instead.
        “F-fuck! No, mom!”
        Violet’s ears swiveled forward and she would’ve giggled at the girl’s exclamation if her mouth hadn’t been stuffed full of a swelling cocktip. All eyes turned to Fiona just as she pulled down violently on Violet’s head. Her hips lifted off the couch, pumping into Violet’s face as she came. Unused to a giraffe’s crooked tip, Violet nearly choked on spunk as Fiona’s seed shot into her mouth at an unexpected angle. Cum came dribbling down her chin until she recovered, swallowing hungrily as she let Fiona’s jerking hands and pumping hips do all the work. She couldn’t tell if the girl’s semen was naturally coffee flavored or if it was merely the pervasive smell of roasted beans in this place, but she drank the flood of spunk eagerly as Fiona gushed into her mouth again and again. 
        Violet pulled back against Fiona’s hands, letting her lips pop off the pulsating shaft just in time to catch the last two ropes of spunk on her face, opening her mouth and letting her tongue loll out as the sticky stuff shot out onto her just as Fiona’s orgasm tapered away.
        Lily gasped. “Violet!” Her voice was shrill and excited, and for a second Violet only thought she was crying out her name as she came again. But no, her sister was crying out excitedly for her attention, and Violet sat up as Fiona fell back, limp, against the couch. She turned and easily spotted what had excited her sister.
        Fiona’s mother was standing dumbfounded, her face purple with what could only be rage, but her body was an entertaining mix of emotions, and arousal was competing fiercely to dominate the fury. And in the middle of that slender, precise pencil skirt that hugged long and lanky giraffe limbs was an unmistakable bulge.
        “Lily,” Violet purred, her voice calm and in control. It was a voice she’d learned from Gran, one the elder otter used to get everyone else to shut up and listen to her. “You want to clean up sweet Fiona for me?”
        She stood as she spoke, turning to face Fiona’s mother, standing with confident poise, unashamed of the bounce of her bare, perky tits or the sticky, shiny coating of cum she had from her ears to her belly button. Lily moved without hesitation, as if worried Violet might reconsider or Fiona might regain enough of her wits to protest. Lily’s tongue found the massive cock before it was even half-hard, and it began to swell again as she eagerly cleaned the jizz from the mottled shaft.
        “You two, you get--” Fiona’s mother recovered just enough of her wits to begin a protest as Violet stepped forward. She was struggling for words, at a loss for how to react to the scenario. Violet could hardly blame her, though. But she had to move quickly, while the woman was still flustered and confused, to take full advantage of the situation.
        Fiona’s mother recoiled slightly as Violet came forward, but she didn’t have much room to retreat. Violet had her trapped against the bathroom’s door, and as she stepped up closer, nipples brushing the tall giraffe’s belly, Violet reached past her to lock the door. She lifted her hand between the woman’s body and hers and let her fingertips find that bulge, which effectively silenced her. Under that snug skirt, the woman’s cock had spilled out of her sheath and was trailing down her thigh, half-hard. It warmed under Violet’s touch as if it had been waiting to be encouraged. The woman’s skirt quickly became too snug.
        Violet licked her own lips, looking up at the tall woman. Her head swung back and forth on her long neck, as if trying to decide whether to yell at her daughter, yell at Violet, or stare at Lily’s ass as the otter knelt on the floor in front of Fiona, skirt hiked up deliberately to distract her.
        “Isn’t it cute?” Violet cooed. “I shoved my tail in her this morning. You wouldn’t believe how much she can take.”
        The calm discussion of Lily’s ass caught the woman off guard. “Wh-what?”
        Fiona moaned, her cock once again raging hard. Lily was pumping its base slowly, her eyes hungry as she glanced back at Violet and the girl’s mother. Violet could read Lily’s expression easily. She wanted--needed--Fiona inside her. But she was still willing to play by the rules. Violet’s rules. The rules to the game Violet had been trying to tell her sister they’d never play again.
        Violet licked her lips, looking between the woman and her daughter, realizing she had an opportunity on her hands she couldn’t afford to give up. If she played everything just right, she could see to it that Lily’s insatiable appetite was finally sated, sandwiched between these two endowed herms.
        “Don’t worry. I’ll let you find out for yourself,” Violet continued to the mother. She kept stroking the length of that shaft through her pencil skirt slowly, using the sensation as a distraction. Her other hand had moved to the woman’s hip. She found the zipper exactly where she’d expected it, and slid it down easily. The skirt fell away, revealing the woman’s garters and a pair of panties that would have been discrete over her sheath, if her cock hadn’t spilled out of it at the sight of Lily’s pink, stretched tailhole. 
        The woman wasn’t as endowed as her daughter, not having the equine heritage to enhance her girth or length, but she was still bigger than any common canine or feline Violet had ever heard of, and her shaft ended in that sharp crook that Violet eagerly imagined pumping through her body. Violet’s fingers cradled the pretty pink shaft, encouraging it the last little way to full stiffness until it stood proudly out of the woman’s stretched-aside panties.
        “So little girls get you worked up, huh?” Violet asked, stroking the mother slowly. She kept going as the giraffe tried to deny the accusation. “It must be frustrating, looking at pictures and thinking that even if you ever found one willing, you’d never get to have any real fun with a thing this size. Well. . .you’d never met my sister. Now come here.”
        She didn’t give Fiona’s mother any choice. She slipped her hand down the shaft and got a nice firm grip on her testicles, leading her the few short steps to the couch. Lily looked up from between Fiona’s legs, confused and excited. Fiona looked to be regaining her sense, yelping when she looked up to see her mother’s shaft inches away. The teen girl blushed prettily, trying to push Lily away and tug her skirt over her erect shaft, neither of which was doing her much good. 
        Violet grinned with delight, taking a second to enjoy the fact that she had all three of them under her spell. She bent so that her sticky tits swayed enticingly in front of FIona’s nose for a second, then kissed the girl hard, letting the teen get a taste of her own salty spunk as their tongues tied in Fiona’s muzzle. Violet groaned with delight, tightening her grip on the woman’s testicles slightly as she drew the kiss with her daugher out long. She hadn’t noticed earlier how thick, long, and agile Fiona’s tongue was. Perhaps the hybrid had been too stunned to think of using it. But now it twisted around Violet’s own tongue erotically, twisting past her lips and exploring Violet’s mouth with agility Violet had never experienced before. The sensation and the potential made her weak in the knees.
        Then she pushed, hard, her other hand having planted itself on Fiona’s chest. The teen yelped as her tongue was pulled out of Violet’s mouth when she fell, thudding back on the couch with her cock towering up over her hips, proud and eager.
        “Lily,” Violet cooed, but she needn’t have. Her sister was already scrambling on top of the girl, tired of waiting, her tongue pushing into the mouth that Violet’s tongue had vacated only a second earlier. Lily’s hands quested down, looking to get a grip on Fiona’s cock, but Violet smacked them away so sharply that her sister yelped. Then, for good measure, she gave Lily’s ass a firm spank, hard enough to turn the flesh red through her blonde fur. Lily made an eager sound into Fiona’s mouth, wiggling her ass as if asking for more.
        Violet grinned and looked up at Fiona’s mother, finding the woman staring, just as she’d expected. Violet let the two girls carry on for a long while as the woman watched them, or more specifically, watched Lily’s butt as her daughter’s thick shaft bounced against its cheeks.
        Violet moved her free hand to the older giraffe’s cock. Unlike Fiona’s, this one she could encircle with just one hand, though only barely. She stroked it slowly, still keeping a firm grip on the woman’s testicles, and milked precum out of her until her pink flesh shone.
        “I’ll let you pick,” Violet murmured, leaning against the woman’s side as they both watched. “Ass, or cunny?”
        Violet expected a protest or a blush or perhaps more of the stammering from earlier. But the woman’s answer was immediate. “Her ass,” she whispered, barely audible above the construction noise. Violet grinned, surprised by the woman’s surety, but not thrown off by it.
        “Then put your daughter’s cock in my sister’s cunt.”
        “Wh-what?” the woman gasped, though her gaze didn’t waver.
        “You heard me. Look at how big she is. They’re not going to be able to just wiggle into position. They’ll need some help.”
        The woman swallowed nervously, a motion Violet followed down her long, graceful neck. “She’s. . .that’s my baby girl,” she whispered.
        “And the girl you and your daughter are about to fuck is my sister. My twin sister. And believe me, she knows what she’s doing. Of course, if you’re not down for a little incest, we could leave.”
        “No!” the woman yelped urgently. Then she bit her lower lip and moved forward. Violet released her tight grip on the woman’s balls, letting her kneel on the floor behind the girls, wedged into the space against the toilet. She groaned softly, head moving down sinuously on that long neck to move next to Lily’s wiggling butt. Violet tensed, worried the woman would take a lick without permission, and she didn’t quite have a plan for disciplining her. But she only stared and inhaled, drinking in the beauty of both glistening little holes.
        The woman lifted her hand, then hesitated just an inch from where her daughter’s cock bobbed as the two girls squirmed together on the couch. Then, blushing, she closed the gap and curled her fingers around her daughter’s thick, hybrid member. Then she hesitated again and her long neck swiveled to point her head at Violet, still blushing, lips poised with a question.
        “Don’t worry,” Violet reassured her. “She’s on the pill.”
        The giraffe’s mouth snapped shut and her blush deepened, but she nodded. She raised her other hand up to Lily’s backside, visibly quivering as she touched Lily’s youthful rump for the first time. She had to bend Fiona’s cock and push on Lily’s ass to position them, but the girls were enjoying each other so much that neither protested. Violet groaned quietly, watching the crooked tip of Fiona’s shaft split Lily’s smooth, juvenile lips. She leaned against the vanity, popping the button on her tattered jeans and tossing them aside with her discarded shirt to stand nude aside from her flipflops. She looked down, smiling to find Fiona staring at her nude body even as she and Lily kissed with passionate fervor. 
        Lily’s body was bouncing atop the girl, trying to jam the huge cock into her body, drawing staccato squeals from both of them while Fiona’s mother tried to facilitate the penetration. Violet moved away from the sink to stand by Fiona’s mom again, dying to see the moment of penetration, the moment when her sister’s cunny would be split by a cock for the first time. Violet had taken Lily’s virginity herself, with careless tail play when the two of them had been merely ignorant and aroused. Before the rules and the game had started. Violet was possessive by nature. She’d never let anyone else into that sweet cunt that she’d claimed as her own. Perhaps, if she’d had a cock of her own, she and her sister could’ve lead a much simpler and much more complicated life. She couldn’t help be a little jealous.
        All four of them cried out softly when Lily finally jammed that angled head inside of herself. Violet and Fiona’s mother merely gasped with arousal and surprise, but Fiona hissed with pleasure while Lily keened in a mixture of pleasure, pain, and triumph. Immediately, her hips rolled and the thick shaft sank deeper inside of her. Violet could see the moment when Fiona’s tip bumped Lily’s cervix: an abrupt stop to the smooth motion and a slight hiss of surprise from both girls. Then Violet stepped forward, slapping Lily’s ass even harder than before just as her sister began to pump wildly on the shaft inside of her. Lily whimpered in desperation, but managed to stop herself, her entire body shuddering and Fiona looking taut and desperate underneath her.
        “Not yet,” Violet commanded her, even though Lily knew perfectly well why she’d been spanked. Lily whimpered again and bobbed her head, pressing into Fiona’s body, trying to find breath that never seemed to fill her lungs. An unexpected sound found Violet’s ears, causing her to step back again. Fiona’s mom had her balls cradled in one hand, the other hand shoved between her legs, fingering herself furiously as she stared at the obscene stretch of Lily’s cunny just an inch or two from her nose.
        Violet moved without thinking. She still didn’t know how she planned to discipline the woman, but apparently her body had figured that out ahead of her brain. She pushed the woman’s shoulder with one hand, causing her to look up in alarm. With her other hand, she slapped Fiona’s mother across the face with her open palm. Her cheek reddened immediately, her face registering nothing but stunned surprise. Violet didn’t give that surprise enough time to sour into anger. She lunged downward and kissed the woman forcefully, letting her taste the barely lingering flavor of her daughter. The woman’s muzzle was lax for the kiss, a new kind of surprise drawing out the first until Violet pulled back for breath. Her cheek was already an angry red where Violet had slapped her. The other was pink with embarrassment.
        “I’m in charge here,” she whispered slowly, face so close to the woman’s that their lips brushed as she spoke. The giraffe woman nodded, blushing brighter. “You should stand up and fuck her. I don’t think your baby girl is going to be able to hold out for long.”
        Violet heard a soft smack as Lily’s suckling lips pulled off of Fiona’s mouth. She could barely breathe, trying to find enough air to form words as Fiona’s mom stood up behind her.
        “V-violet. . .” Lily said, a hint of alarm in her voice.
        Violet tsked her and smacked that pretty ass of hers again, bringing the protest to an early end. Lily yelped softly and rolled her hips backward, which caused Fiona to moan underneath her. Violet could see her sister tense up as Fiona’s mother’s hand slid across her sore, red ass, and her glans slid up between Lily’s cheeks.
        Violet moaned softly as she watched the older woman move into position. Lily was only just realizing what Violet had in store for her, and it was like that first time with Mr. Ferris all over again. Lily’s brazen, lust-filled confidence had melted away, and she finally remembered that twinge of fear. Violet wasn’t feeling particularly sympathetic, and it was obvious that the older woman wasn’t going to willingly pass up this opportunity either.
        “Violet,” Lily whispered again. Violet let it slide this time as she saw the standing giraffe grip both of Lily’s hips with firm hands. Violet was barely watching, though. Fiona’s intense gaze had caught hers again. The teen might be fucking Lily, but she wanted Violet. Her eyes were practically pleading, and Violet hadn’t gotten herself off all fucking day.
        Violet turned, hands bracing the edge of the vanity, the entire scene, including herself, laid out for her in the mirror. She felt the soft brush of Fiona’s cheek on her inner thigh and saw the pain in Lily’s face as Fiona’s mom forced her hips forward. Fiona gasped and Violet felt the intake of breath against her nethers, knew her moisture must be dripping down onto the girl’s lips even as the hybrid teen felt Lily’s cunny grow tighter from the intrusion of her mother’s cock separated by only a thin membrane of flesh.
        “Fuck!” Lily cried out, loud enough that patrons seated at the tables outside probably heard. The edge of pain had already fled her voice though. She made eye contact with VIolet as she came violently, pinned between the mother and daughter. They stared at each other through the mirror, an intense gaze filled with whatever perverse love they shared. It made Violet tremble with arousal. She closed her eyes and pushed herself down onto Fiona’s face.
        Fiona reached up and grabbed her hips, forcing Violet to grip the vanity harder, their entire twisted mass of bodies writhing in time as Lily began to fuck herself on Fiona’s cock once again, slower now, even as Fiona’s mom kept sinking deeper and deeper into the girl. Violet was their anchor, and Fiona hung on tightly. Finally--finally, the hybrid teen’s lips parted and her tongue snaked out. Violet shuddered and cried out softly herself. It felt even thicker as it wriggled and twisted deep into her snatch, thicker than the only boy Violet had ever experimented with, and nearly as big as the toy she kept under her bed.
        And so agile! Every other thought fled Violet’s head as she felt the prehensile muscle probing inside her. Fiona explored her cervix, teasing it, before her tongue twisted back on itself, doubling inside her, and turning to seek out Violet’s g-spot.
        “O-o-oh god!” Lily squealed, quieter this time, but no less intense. Violet’s eyes fluttered open. Her sister’s body thrashed, but Fiona’s mom had bent forward over her, pinning her firmly between them. The older woman had an intense look of concentration as she rocked her hips forward. Lily and Fiona were merely along for the ride as the firm, deliberate motions of the older woman drove the entire group, the couch protesting as its feet scraped across the tile whenever Fiona’s mom hilted inside of Lily’s ass. Lily was filled in alternating strokes, her body being pulled down on Fiona’s shaft whenever the older woman pulled out, and being lifted off it again when she thrust forward. Violet tried to meet her sister’s eyes, but there were no sense in them, her eager bucking growing less violent as she came again and again on the incestuous shafts pistoning into her.
        Fiona regained her attention abruptly as the probing tip of her tongue successfully nudged the bundled nodule of nerves hidden just behind Violet’s pubis. Violet squealed in surprise, her cunny clenching down on the intruding tongue as she came. Then, just as she peaked, another wet sensation teased up under her tail. She was cumming too hard to care about its source and bucked hard against Fiona’s face as her mother’s tongue tapered and pushed, sliding inside of Violet’s twitching asshole.
        Violet gritted her teeth, bumping her head against the counter as she bucked back against the twin, twining tongues, cumming again and feeling her cunny clench tight and then snap like a rubberband as she squirted on the teen’s face. Fiona’s mother’s tongue plunged in deep, without reservation, treating Violet to a host of sensations she’d never imagined possible. Reality faded away as she rode herself into bliss on both of their tongues, no longer envying Lily for being fucked senseless as she experienced nearly as much herself.
        Fiona’s tongue jerked out of her without warning, her cunny still twitching and spasming in orgasm, feeling empty without the thick tongue to grip. Violet whined, jerking her hips down, trying to find that hungry muzzle again, but meeting only disappointment.
        “M-mom!” Fiona whispered through clenched teeth. And just like that, the second tongue was out of her as well, leaving her adrift and empty, like waking from a forgotten dream.
        She turned, having to brace against the vanity to stay standing, in time to see the older woman’s sinuous neck snake down. Mother and daughter kissed with a sudden, unbridled passion just as the muscles in Fiona’s body began to tense. Lily was limp between them, her body tensing in short spasms whenever the older woman thrust inside her, but not moving beyond that. The mother’s pace increased frantically as she kissed her daughter, and Fiona’s hands groped up until she found her, clutching at her mother’s clothes as she began to cum.
        Violet could see little from this side of the couch, but Lily’s eyes fluttered open just as Fiona’s clenched. The teen began to buck, surely thumping hard against Lily’s cervix as the seed poured out of her. That frantic, pounding rhythm of Fiona’s mother ended a moment later with a feral sound as she growled into her daughter’s mouth. Violet swore she could hear the woman cum and watched as the muscles of her hips clenched again and again in time with the ropes of spunk she was pumping into Lily’s ass, filling her until the thick seed drooled out of Lily’s abused tailhole, making a mess of all three of them.
        The trio came to a quivering halt and, trembling, Violet slid her fingers out of her snatch, unable to remember shoving them there in the first place. Lily mewled, a sweet sound of exhausted satiation and perhaps lingering pain. As the mother and daughter panted above and beneath her, she was the first to actually move. Her hips slid forward, and the squelch of both cocks sliding out of her spooge-filled holes was the lewdest sound Violet had ever heard. Her elbows buckled, but Violet was there to catch her as she tumbled out from between the two giraffes. The smile plastered across her sweet sister’s face could have been their mothers, but the otter girl was drunk on lust rather than booze.
        Violet propped her sister up and did what she could to make her decent. She indulged herself by ducking down and licking the thickest of the spunk from the fur between her thighs, but her sister had been fucked too senseless to enjoy it, which robbed the fun from the obscene act. So she stood again and tugged Lily’s skirt down to its full length.
        There was sweet gasp from behind them, followed by an urgently whispered exclamation of “Mom!” from Fiona. She turned to see that neither the young hybrid nor her mother had gone completely soft as she’d assumed. They had barely moved since Lily had tumbled out from between them, and Violet watched, wide-eyed and a little jealous, as the older woman thrust her turgid manhood deep inside her supine daughter. Fiona squealed, a sweet sound of delight rather than alarm, and her hips bucked upward to meet her mother’s thrust. Neither seemed to remember that the two otter twins were still in the room as Violet proceeded to discretely dress herself, eyes never wavering from the sight of the older woman slamming her hips into her willing daughter, the couch creaking in protest.
        Violet dragged her sister out of the restroom. Lily seemed eager to join the two giraffes for their second round, but Violet suddenly felt as if they were intruding. Whatever they’d done in that room today had broken some kind of barrier between the girl and her mother. Violet felt a little jealous. Fiona had seemed sweet, and she’d never met someone so unwaveringly interested in her, but she was suddenly sure she couldn’t compete with what she was experiencing now. Violet knew all too well the wild emotions one fell into when familial love mixed with animal lust.
        Violet glanced down the hallway toward the cafe. Their racket had surely been heard, but the few patrons she could see were studiously ignoring the bathroom door--all except for one barista, a teenage mousegirl with punk hair who stood behind the bar, poking her head down the hallway to stare at the door. Violet flashed the girl a smile and wiggled her fingers. She was a cutie. The girl blushed, an odd look for a punk, but quickly waved back before pointing behind her.
        Violet looked over her shoulder. The door to the alley behind the building was ajar. She shot the barista a deeply grateful look, blew her kiss, then dragged Lily away from the cafe’s prying eyes and out the back door before anyone recognized them. The last thing she needed was to attach Gran’s name to something this scandalous. She just hoped Fiona and her mother could make an equally clandestine escape when the time came. Even from the alley, Violet could hear Fiona’s occasional squeals of passion.
        Cum dripped down Lily’s legs in a seemingly never-ending flow as Violet walked her sister the half block to the alley’s exit. She stopped to catch her breath and texted Nathaniel for an early pickup. He pulled up in front of Blast o’ Joe’s just as the twins arrived from around the block, and Violet dropped her sister into the backseat, scooped her backpack and books off the table she’d abandoned, and hopped into the car herself.
        Violet squeaked as Lily’s hand caught the back of her neck. Her sister pulled her down to where she lay on the leather seats, and they kissed the way they had kissed upon waking up that morning. Intense. Desperate. Honest. One twin loving her other half. Violet felt herself blushing as she sat upright again, Lily already asleep. She glanced up at the rear view mirror, relieved to find it directed elsewhere, and their driver studiously quiet. Gran knew how to hire discreet men.
        “Thank you, Nathaniel,” she said simply, curling up on the leather alongside her sister on the leather, seatbelt laws be damned.
        “Ma’am,” he replied with a tip of his hat just as sleep found her, too.

        ***

        Violet’s eyes opened the moment sunlight first crept across her face. The smell of coffee tickled her nose, tugging her closer to full consciousness. Stretched out on her queen sized bed, still in that cozy cocoon of deep sleep, she felt so incredibly comfortable that she didn’t want to move. Then, slowly, as it did every morning, reality slowly encroached into her bliss, and the dread she’d gone to sleep with settled back onto her chest like a massive weight. She sat up slowly, letting her sheets fall away from her nude body. 
        Across the room, Lily still slept. In her own bed. In the three weeks since that afternoon at Blast o’ Joes, she and Lily hadn’t shared a bed once, a fact that filled Violet with both relief and melancholy. Lily had been subdued since that afternoon, and more distant in general. As much as she missed the sensation of Lily’s body curled up against hers, her twin’s distance had given her the time and focus she’d needed to study for exams.
        Violet crossed the room to their shared closet, walked to the back, and pulled out a knee length robe the same shade as her name. She couldn’t recall ever having worn it before. She started to slip into it, then paused, frowning. Something wasn’t quite right. She dug through a shelf and pulled out a pair of cotton boyshorts and a tank and wiggled into those first, then belted on the robe. Gran would threaten her for indecency if she wore any less.
        The house seemed unnaturally quiet as she slipped out of her bedroom, leaving Lily to enjoy an hour or two more of sleep. Passing the massive grandfather clock in the hallway, she realized why. At 5:25, only Gran would be awake. The help wouldn’t start to arrive until 8:00.
        Violet padded out into the great room on bare feet, feeling like every step she took made an unholy racket. She glanced up at the balcony of Gran’s study overlooking the great room, but found her usual seat empty. Surprised, she shuffled on into the kitchen.
        Gran turned, deliberately casual, as she entered the kitchen, but Violet could read the surprise in her eyes. And. . .and something else. It bothered her that she couldn’t quite recognize the other emotion lingering there. She was usually so good at reading her Gran’s face. Gran turned her back again, and Violet watched as Gran closed the cereal box she’d been worrying open and put it back on the shelf without pouring any into the bowl she’d pulled down. Then, beginning to hum softly to herself, Gran began pulling other things off the shelf. Flour, baking soda, sugar. Milk and eggs from the fridge. And a big bowl Violet had never seen used before.
        Violet looked at the coffee pot, watching the dark, steaming liquid trickle into the carafe, and listening with interest to how similar yet different it was from the hiss of the espresso machine she was so familiar with. 
        Gran kept humming. It was some old tune that Violet couldn’t quite place. She’d never heard Gran hum before. It was eerie, yet sweet. Violet watched as ingredients were measured and added to the big bowl. An electric griddle--yet another thing Violet had never seen--was pulled out and plugged up to preheat, and the kitchen sang with the sliding of drawers as Gran sought out and found a whisk.
        After watching Gran’s performance for several moments, Violet eventually overcame her paralysis. She moved into the kitchen, edging around Gran’s movements with a grace that seemed like habit. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat at the bar to keep watching rather than sitting by herself out in the breakfast nook.
        As she set down her glass, she noticed something out of place. An envelope was waiting on the bar right where she’d been intending to sit. And it had her name on it. She looked down the counter to find two more envelopes with her siblings’ names on them as well, waiting for Peri and Lily to awake. Brow furrowed with curiosity, she pulled herself onto the barstool and opened the envelope, her orange juice forgotten. Inside was a plane ticket to Vancouver. She stared at it incredulously. A carefully folded sheet of paper accompanied the ticket inside the envelope and she fished it out, hands shaking slightly. Unfolding it, she discovered it was a printout of her grades. Impossible, she thought. Exams had only finished yesterday afternoon. Her last exam had been English, and it was the reason she’d gone to sleep with that weight of dread. She’d expected the wait to last an entire week.
        She scanned the lines, passing over the C’s, B’s, and single A she’d been expecting. Then: English - C. Algebra - B. She stared at the letters, hardly believing them.
        “Dean Ridley emailed them to me late last night. All your teachers were impressed by your improved work ethic. They were happy to submit your grades a little early,” Gran explained casually as she slid a fresh pancake onto Violet’s plate.
        “I’m proud of you, Vi,” Gran said softly. Her voice was so sincere that Violet felt tears prickle at the corner of her eyes. “And don’t think the cruise is all fun and games. We still have that talk about the future I promised you.”