Leaving the house naked is…weird. Even after walking around the beach naked and reminding myself, this is a dream, yet again, this feels not normal. The beach was, well, a beach. And we’d arrived there dressed. No one should leave a house, their house, without being dressed.
“We aren’t going far.” He points to a slightly larger house. 
Instead of protesting, I remind myself of everything we’ve done since I stepped into the shower. There were hours of sex. As he’d promised, Dad couldn’t resist molesting me. Then I fucked him. Still dripping, we made it to the bed, where we fucked again, made love, sucked each other off, fucked again.
Since I remained in the dream through so many orgasms, I’m guessing that’s not a problem for this one. Other than how much sex I had, the really surprising thing was how painless having my Dad fuck me was. It was all pleasure and pleasant sensations; being filled and fulfilled. It’s never been like that before.
The voices resolve into conversations through the screen door and I stumble. I’m naked and—Dad squeezes my shoulder and urges me ahead. He moves behind me as we take the steps to the porch, and steeling myself, I open the door and step inside.
The six tigers fall silent, their gaze fixed on me. If not for Dad, against my back, I might have fled. Five of them are up, with plates and glasses in hand, in the process of sitting or reaching the table, while the Kameron is already seated at the opposite end of it from us, with an expression of concentration.
Then they cheer, with wolf whistles and fist pumps.
“So, Kristoff,” Kareem yells over the others. “How was Dad?”
“What?” My cheeks and ears burn and they fold back.
“He’s an amazing lover, isn’t he?” More, louder, cheering.
My throat tightens to the point I’m not sure I can breathe. Yeah, I need to breathe, and remind myself this is a dream. And it’s obvious none of them has a problem with it.
“How…” I swallow. “How did you know?”
Kurtis smirks. “Would you be naked if you two hadn’t fucked?”
“I was naked at the beach, and I didn’t have sex.”
Kaeden elbows his brother. “He’s got you there.” He smirks at me. “But that really nice looking hardon of yours tells me you love feeling him behind you. Is he in you again?” he licks his lips.
“He…isn’t in me,” I say, his cock sandwiched between my cheeks.
“Come on, guys,” Dad says, hands on my stomach. “How about you wait until after your brother’s had breakfast to raze him?”
“He’s going to have to settle for lunch,” Killiam replies. “You two have been at it for a loooong time.” Then, he’s shoving food into his mouth.
“Ignore them,” Dad says dismissively, slowly grinding his cock between my cheeks.
I rest my head back against his shoulder. “I don’t mind it. But are you actually planning on fucking me in front of them?”
He licks my ears. “Would you like that?” the head of his cock bumps under my tail and is guided to my hole, where it rests, barely applying pressure.
Someone groans. I don’t see who, but there’s a definite needy tone to it. Kyrell and Kurtis have put their plates on the table and are stroking themselves, watching us. Killiam is glancing in our direction as he eats…one handed. Kaeden and Kareem are seated, turned toward us, eating, but their legs are spread with their erections on explicit display. Kameron’s looking at us, panting, which, since both his hands are on the table, tells me how much he’s into this.
I open my mouth to balk. Having an audience has never been something I’m into. Even if it’s clear they’re enjoying what they are seeing. But, they aren’t leering like that— It’s honest enjoyment.
“Dad,” Kurtis says, before I can settle on what I want. He lets go of his cock and licking the wetness off it. “How about you let him eat before you fuck him yet again?”
“No,” I protest, as Dad chuckles. “I’m okay with it.” I know it’s wrong to give into the desperation I feel, but I so want to be like them. To prove I am one of them. “I’m not hungry, so—” My stomach betrays me with a growl and the utter ridicule of what I said hits me. They’ve gone out of their way to make me feel comfortable. It wasn’t Kurtis dismissing me. He must have noticed my expression.
“Kurt’s right.” Dad nibbles on my neck, and I moan. “You need to build up your strength for the rest of the day.”
Snickering all around, except from Kameron. His eyes are closed in intense concentration.
Dad pushes me toward the table and his cock leaves the comfort of my crack. 
“What do you want?” Kurtis asks, getting up. “And don’t worry about it, we can make anything.”
I look at the other’s food as I sit next to Killian. Hearty food. Steaks, vegetables, hash browns. It’s either breakfast or dinner. Lunch isn’t that heavy for me. “I’ll have a country platter.”
I redo the head count. “Shouldn’t there be eight of you, not counting Dad, I mean?”
“There should have been,” Killian replies and smiles at me. “We all cleared our schedule to spend time with you.”
“But Kade was called away on corporate business,” Kareem says between bites.
“Vanguard’s bitching about something, yet again,” Kyrell says with a roll of the eyes.
“That sucks. Why couldn’t he send Uncle in his place, since he’s such a workaholic?”
“Only the corporate head can deal with those kinds of situation,” Dad says.
“And that is why, no matter how often he fucks me, I will never agree to take over for Kade. Okay, what’s in that platter? I can’t find anything with that name.”
I glance over my shoulder. Kurtis is looking at the wall. “Bacon, sausages, eggs, steak. With gravy and biscuits.” 
“Oh, got it. It’s an Old Timer’s breakfast. It’ll be a few seconds.”
I look at the others. “That takes care of Kade. We’re still missing Kirk.”
Kameron grunts. He’s holding onto the side of the table now. He tenses, clenches his teeth, then shudders and slumps slightly, panting.
“And there’s your answer,” Kaeden says, before closing his mouth on a mouthful of hash brown.
My look to the others is met with knowing smiles, so I do the only thing I can think of and peek under the table. I immediately straighten. Kirk’s head is in Kameron’s crotch, swallowing.
“The monthly family meal isn’t considered official until Kirk’s sucked someone off,” Killian says.
Dad sits on my other side, placing a mug of coffee before me, and I manage to will my ears up, although my cheeks are still burning.
Kurtis places a large platter before me filled with what I’d asked for. He hadn’t been kidding when he said a few seconds. The coffee is exactly the way I like it.
“I told you. I spent a lot of time watching you.”
“Aren’t you having anything?” I motion to the empty space before him, and Kurtis has a platter with a variety of sausages down before Dad says anything.
The food is amazing. If that’s what they can do in a few seconds, I want to eat something where they take minutes to make. The fork of eggs is nearly to my mouth when something hot touches my cock. It goes flying as I jump and scream. Something hits the underside of the table, and I fight to settle my heart before looking under it.
Kirk gives me a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head.
“Seems like someone forgot what I told him about Kristoff not being up on how we do things yet,” Dad says, then goes back to eating.
“Consider me reminded,” Kirk replies.
“How you do things?” I ask.
“If I’m under the table,” he says, “sitting down means you’re okay with me sucking you off.”
“Oh.” Yep, that’s the best I can do.
He takes Dad’s balls in a hand and rolls them around. “Do you want me to suck you off?”
“I…” I’m kind of distracted by Dad getting hard, and him moaning as he eats. And I know it’s not just because of how good the food it. I force my gaze to Kirk. “I’ve never had that happen to me.”
“I promise to be gentle,” he says, looking at me hopefully, and I laugh. 
“You know what, why n—” I groan as his mouth closes around the head of my cock.
I plant my fork in a piece of steak. My hand shakes from Kirk vacuuming my cock in his muzzle until I feel his nose in my crotch. I catch my breath. I can do this. It’s just a blow job. I can eat while—
He swallowed and the fork clatters on my plate. “Oh, fuck.” He pulls his head back without loosening the lips or the suction and I moan as it feels like he’s stretching my cock to twice its length. He grabs my balls and my cock twitches in his mouth when he squeezed them just right. His tongue rasps the underside of my shaft, and I have to close my eyes at the intensity of the sensation. Fuck. He keeps doing that and I’m not going to last. 
Distantly, dishes are moved.
Then he sucks my cock back in, but so fucking slowly it’s agonizing with how good it feels. There’s motion before me, then something presses against my lips. I crack an eye open to see the cock rubbing them. I part my mouth and in it goes. Before I can lean in to take more, hands take hold of my head. When the cock moves, it’s slow. In, until my nose is in fur, then out.
They’s out of sync, Kirk sucking my cock in while the one in my muzzle hits bottom, then starts on the way out. He reaches my lips before Kirk makes it all the way down.
To that, gets added hands on my shoulders, rubbing and massaging. Someone nibbles on my neck. Someone else takes my hand and sucks on my fingers. My breathing becomes shallow. If not for the cock slowly moving in and out of my muzzle, I’d be panting hard. Claws gently rake through my chest fur and I shudder. A nipple is pinched, and that proves to be more than I can take.
The groan comes from deeper than I thought possible, and I cum. Kirk moans, his lips tight against the crown of my cock, and keeps sucking. he continues well past when I know I’m empty. The cock in my mouth hits bottom, stays there for a second, and when it moves out, as if it was a signal, Kirk lets go of mine with a satisfied sigh.
The cock in my mouth doesn’t change rhythm, but I feel it tensing. I gasp as whoever has their lips on my neck bites harder. A hand run up and down my legs, claws teasing my skin.
The owner of the cock grunts. Then I taste cum. Salty, meaty. Only a hint of bitterness, but fuck, is there a lot of cum. I swallow as fast as I can, but some leak out the side of my mouth. He pulls out, and lips replace the cock. Licking and kissing. While that is happening, I’m urged to stand. The chair scrapes away. The kisser moves away, and I’m bent over on the edge of the table. A slick cock moves between my cheeks as someone leans on top of me.
“Is this okay?” The only thing I can tell from the whisper is that it’s not Dad.
I’d laugh at how ridiculous the question is, but instead I answer. “Oh, yeah.”
The cock head stretches my hole and I gasp as it pops in. Thicker than Dad, that’s for sure. I groan as he pushes in and stretches me all the way down.
Someone raises my arms off the table, and before I open my eyes, they’re down again, resting on someone’s thigh and I have a nose full of earthy, slightly sweaty and definitely cummy crotch.
I open my eyes and look at a nice set of balls resting on the end of my muzzle. Raising my eyes, Kyrell smiles at me, shifting position so his balls fall off my muzzle and his hard cock lines up with my lips.
I lick the glistening tip and taste cum. I set aside how he’s still hard after cumming already, and wrap my lips around them. He scoots forward, pushing his cock deeper in burst, while the cock in my ass pulls out to tease my hole. Then it’s back in it goes. With both cocks in me as deep as they go, my brothers lean forward and kiss sloppily and resume thrusting.
They’re still kissing when the cock in my ass picks up speed. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he whispers, his voice shuddering. Then he slams in hard and I slid forward, pushing Kyrell’s cock deeper still. I hold him there while my other brother groans and empties his balls into me.
Kyrell loosens my arms and pulls his cock back enough I take gasping breaths. “Remember to breathe among all this,” he says with a chuckle, then thrusts into my muzzle again.
The guy behind me pulls out so quickly I think he might have fallen, but there’s not sounds of an ass hitting the floor or someone being hurt. And with a cock holding my attention in Kyrell’s crotch, I can look to see what happened.
Then someone licks my crack. Literally slurps it clean of cum, then it’s licking my hole, pushing in with a moan.
And then, someone wraps their lips around my aching cock and it’s too much. I hold on to Kyrell’s ass tightly, my scream muffled by his cock as I cum again. Whoever’s under the table’s eager as fuck. Sucking well past my balls being empty, and I can’t tell them to stop because my mouth is full of cock and—
Kyrell grabs my head and goes hard. A second later, my mouth is filled with tart and meaty cum. He falls back with a satisfied sigh. The guy rimming me moves away. Before I’m done enjoying my brother’s softening cock, someone grabs my hips and turns me on my back.
Kameron’s expression is serious as he grabs my arms and puts them around his neck. Then he puts my legs around his waist and his cock is between my cheeks. I reach for a passing brother, but he holds my arms.
“I’m fucking you, Kristoff. You’re going to keep your attention on me.”
“What if one of them wants in on it?” I reply, smirking.
He presses his cock against my hole. “They can keep themselves busy until I’m done.”
I look over his shoulder. Dad’s got his arms on the wall, Kirk sucking him off and Kareem fucking him. Kurtis and Kyrell are sixty-ninening at one end of the table and Keaden and Killiam are grinding their cocks together while kissing like their lives depend on it.
“Eyes on me, Kristoff,” Kameron says. “You can look at them once I’m done.”
I lock eye with him and my smarty-pants comment about how possessive he is dies away at the intensity he looks at me with. Fuck, he isn’t kidding. The way he looks at me, there’s no one else in the room, or the entire world.
I can’t look away from his amber eyes as the moan of him pushing his cock in me leaves my lips. They’re almost the orange of his fur, they are so bright. He thrusts and I feel myself getting hard again. He shifts position as he pulls out, then, when he pushes in, I gasp at the new angle, causes the head of his cock to rub against my prostate and he pauses, smiling.
“There it is.” He jerks back and forth, the head pumping and rubbing against it and I moan, precum dripping down my cock. “Think I can make you cum like this?” there’s amusement and a bit of defiance in his tone. Like he’s daring me to say no. He pauses, the head pressed against my prostate and I’m able to catch my breath. He tenses his cock and—
“Holy fuck!” I don’t cum, but it’s close. And it’s not because I did anything to prevent it. If he’d moved after that, I’d be a goner. I’m still left panting like I had.
The smile on my brother’s face doesn’t have one hint of mocking in it. “I guess I’m going to have to work at it a little harder.”
Before I can even think of telling him not to, that I’m not sure I’ll survive another hit like that, he slams his cock into me, then pulls it out before I’m over the surprise and in it goes again. He never looks away as he fucks me, and the tension in my balls builds like you can’t believe. My cock jerks each time his passes over my prostate and I feel the jet of precum leaving it.
“Come on,” he encourages. “You’re almost there.” He fucks me hard and then, I think I surprise him by kissing him just as hard, moaning into his muzzle as I explode between us. I push my tongue past his lips and he fucks me harder. How gazes are still locked. I certainly can’t look away from that intensity. Then he pulls me against him and he thrusts and slams in so deep I see stars and he holds me there while his cock jerks.
I kiss him harder. I suck his tongue in my muzzle, lock my lips around it. Fuck, I love my brother.
Then he relaxes, and the intensity in his eyes is replaced by affection. “Thank you for this.”
I chuckle. “I don’t think I had any choice in the matter.”
“You can always say no.”
I shake my head. “That ain’t never happening with the lot of you.” Arms wrap around me and him. “I don’t think you can understand how much of a dream come true this is.”
My heart skips a beat. Then it’s racing and I’m fighting to get out of their embrace. I shove and kick. I run as soon as my feet touch the floor. I don’t get why, and I can’t get my body to obey me. I’m through a door, in a hall, and all that slams through my body is this need to get away before it’s too late.
I scream at myself to stop. To go back to my family, but I run.
Then I’m in a room, slamming the door shut behind me. I feel like the end of the world is after me.
I’m in a corner, sliding down, tears fall.
It might as well be the end of the world.
What else am I going to have when this dream ends?