"I think she likes you son.  Maybe you should go and say hi!"
Brandon never understood grown-ups.  Specifically, he never understood why his father who already had him as family, would hook up with a lady who had her own infant daughter.  Babies annoyed him already enough as the reptile lady bent down in a loose shirt and pants, still clutching her hatchling who nursed from her swollen teat.
	"Hello Brandon, my name's Lizzy and this little one is Mary.  I'm so happy we get to have two handsome males."
	"Yeah.  Cool."
	"I know it's a little strange, but your father and I love each other very much."  She patted his head as his expression soured.  "I promise I won't neglect you, just because I have my own girl doesn't make you any less important, you're my family too-"
	"Yeah sure, thanks."
His father grinned bashful behind him, shrugging in a 'what can you do' sort of way from his bronze-scaled face.  Lizzy chuckled with a simple nod and stood back up when her baby pinched at her teat.
	"Just think of it like I'm having a friend over," said the father, "like sleepovers an' such."
	"My friends don't bring babies over," snorted Brandon.
	"Don't some of them bring dolls over?"
	"They're NOT dolls, they're action figures DAD!"
	"Woah-hoh calm down sport, just teasin' ya."
The young reptile scowled with venomous eyes as he balled up his fists and stomped up to his room, much to the sighing regret of both adults as they looked to each other.
	"He'll be fine," said the father, "he's a good kid really, hard worker too!"
	"Oh if he's anything like his father I'm sure," said Lizzy, smooching his face.
As a family, the reptiles didn't look out of place together.  A bright-green son, a copper-toned father, an olive-green mother and her dark-brown infant in the same house, so no one would raise an eyebrow or cast suspicions of infidelity.  Brandon kept to himself ever since his father remarried, never quite clicking with Lizzy despite her breakfasts and her offering of nice flowers that she found for his room.
What made it worse were the few hours between the time Brandon got home from school and his father came back from work, feeling trapped in a house with a stranger and her whimpering brat.  Touching his home, eating his food, watching his TV and sitting on his couch.  Two years was an eternity for the 10-year old to adjust to, but ever since the wedding, the baby cried less, his nights became easier, and Lizzy whom he never called "mom" had since realised that he preferred his personal space.
Sometimes his father would smooth things over with a day out, but Brandon always enjoyed the days where him and his father were on their own, as opposed to the two hanger-ons.  For the longest time the son wasn't able to put into words all of this until one chance night, when he sat at the living room table after dinner with a frustrating assignment.
	"Brandon?"  Her voice felt like gum sticking on his shoe.  "You've been working quite a bit, are you alright?"
	"M'fine."
	"What are you working on?"
	"English."
Lizzy stared slightly over him to see his creative essay.
	"'The Space Barbarian', oooh sounds exciting!"
	"Mmm," he shrugged.
	"What's the story about?"
	"This guy's like, a space barbarian who fights wizards and, witches."
	"Space witches, hmmm?"  Liz tapped a finger to her chin.  "How much do you have to write?"
	"A lot, would write more if you stopped annoying me, Liz."
	"Oh, sorry...but, you know."  The mother-in-law sat down beside him.  "I would really like to hear your story, it sounds exciting!"
	"Seriously, YOU like it?"
	"Well why not, I'm not just a gardener, I like all sorts of things.  Can I read it?"
	"...fine.  I'm gonna get some juice."
A part of him was glad for the break, slipping the paper over as she read through what he had wrote.  Lizzy knew that he was a proud boy who hated asking for help, her soft scales creased to a soft grin as she looked at his pale-green back in that bright-purple shirt and red shorts he loved to wear.  He was a good writer, his descriptions of colours and landscapes were striking yet swift to demonstrate a fiendish expanse of chromatic terrors from blood-red serpents to monstrous turtles of dark azure, but he was struggling with Act 2 of the assignment which was to give your character a villain.
	"This is wonderful!" she cried at his return.
	"Whut?"  He sneered, drinking his orange juice.
	"You're a really good writer, I love the way you describe the mountain turtles and the white sea."
	"Uh...th-thanks."  He tensed up before sitting back down.
	"I'm just wondering though," she slipped the paper back to him, "what does Hrungar want to do, what's his mission?"
	"He gets paid to do stuff," the boy shrugged, picking up his pencil, "fight monsters, find stuff, kill bad guys."
	"Does he have a fearsome enemy, someone who hunts after him?"
	"Nnnngh..." he chewed on the nub, "he's got a lotta enemies."
	"Oh I bet he has one even worse enemy," Liz narrowed her eyes with a grin, "someone that through all his years of working, that wronged him so badly that he's determined to stop them, someone that did something unforgiveable."
	"Yeah..."
	"I bet it was a space witch."
He watched her sit up as her cleavage flumped on the table.
	"Space witches are a devious sort, but I can tell Hrungar isn't one that's so easily misled."
	"Yeah, he's real smart," Brandon nodded, "he wouldn't let a witch trick him, never."
	"So if a space witch tried to, what would happen?"
	"He'd like, distract her with one of his tools, like his gravi-hook and pull her throne to crush her under it."
	"Ooooh very good!  So what would happen if this space witch got so angry that this one barbarian made a fool of her in her own throne room?"
	"She'd like try and go after him but..." his eyes sparked with a shot as his tail stiffened behind him, "yeah...yeah, she'd get mad but, she can't do anything because he-"
	"Yeees?" Liz leaned forwards.
	"He'd, he'd...do the same to her that SHE did back to him."
	"Mmmmm, very poetic!"
	"Yeah, YEAH!"  His pencil went to paper as he suddenly scribbled.
	"I can't wait to read it when it's done."
Lizzy smiled and got up from the table, and bumped fists with herself with a quiet giggle at the joy on Brandon's face that she suspected was gratitude in hope he would warm up to her fully.  But in truth, Brandon had found the words he had been searching for the past two years when he looked towards Lizzy's rump, her gown swishing with her olive tail as his eyes flamed with a new energy.  Now at the age of 12, his body had undertaken a mutual metamorphosis, like all boys and girls as his mind clashed fiercely with thoughts twisting into a visual mindscape.  He wrote through the start of Act 2.
He smelled her high in the Night-Earth Sea, a black blanket of stones under the dead-bone sky.  He had a lot of enemies, all of them wanted him dead.  But she was the worst.  She didn't want him dead.  She always wanted more, because it wasn't enough that she took his home, took his family and took his first ship.  She wanted all of him, and he was the first who got away and ever stopped her from getting what she wanted.  A slave as good as him.  Her name was Li'zar, and she was the queen of witches.  And Hrungar was going to teach her that if she wanted him, then HE was going to take HER the way she took everything from him.
Over the next month, he set his plans in motion.  Brandon followed Lizzy more closely, watching her routine as she got up, made breakfast, cleaned the house then did gardening in the backyard.  No one looked into their yard due to the large hedge, a thick barrier of green that he tried to peer through seeing it was almost impenetrable.  When night came, they had dinner and then went off to bed with Brandon sneaking out to listen at their door, and kept a mental log for any suspect sounds for all the best times of day to catch her.
He knew where babies came from, after reading about it two years ago, and now he paid more attention to his father and Liz making goo-goo eyes and sultry words to each other, to detect when they were going to try to make a new brat of their own.  Meanwhile his baby sister Mary was just at the end of her toddler years, smacking her hands on her high chair and splashing food whilst Bob and Liz took turns to feed her.  On the first night of their attempted baby-making, Brandon went with the classic excuse, making sure they were starting when he pinched himself hard with a twist of his leathery skin, and opened the door.
	"D-d-dad?!"
	"Nnngh, whuh?!"
His son's face was framed in the light of the hall, sniffling with tears as his arm shook with pain when he saw Liz straddling his father under the blankets.
	"I-i-i had...a bad dream, c-can I...sleep in your bed tonight?"
	"O-oh...son, are you, are you sure?" he tried to pull a polite grin and ignored his aching erection.  "You're a strong young male, you-"
	"I-i-i, I, th-the things were cl-clawing my eyes a-a-and, and...m-mom, d-dad please!"
They both gasped from this little moment.  Lizzy almost tore up with a tearful grin, not seeing that Brandon was pinching himself harder with his hand against his other arm to force the waterworks.  His mother-in-law sighed with relief and looked to her husband, who nodded patiently.
	"Well, we can always try again tomorrow, honey."
The two parents parted their bodies as Liz rolled off of Bob and Brandon climbed up between them.  Their naked forms felt odd to him as he scooched up against Lizzy's back, feeling his father behind him as he turned over to face away from them.  The mother-in-law smiled with a blush of joy from what the boy had said, but even more she was surprised when she felt Brandon's hands slip over her thigh, and cuddle up to her close.
She gulped quietly with a slight shift of her body, then slipped her tail between him and herself as a mental barrier whilst he kept stroking her sides in an oddly fond fashion.  He slept against her back, breathed in her scent as ideas rumbled in his mind, and she felt the wetness of her loins begging to be filled with outrage at being interrupted.  She did not know Brandon's true intent, she was just happy he finally acknowledged her as "mom".

The next two days he would interrupt them again.  On the second night, he frightened little Mary by pretending to be a ghost, causing her to cry and bring Lizzy to her aid.  The third night, he faked a stomach-ache enough to go to the clinic where the doctor brushed it off as teenage stress.  Thursday soon came, and this was the day that Brandon made his move when he came back from school, knowing his father would not be back for another three hours.
	"Hello sweetie," Liz looked up from reading her book, "how was school?!"
	"Great, thanks!"
He smiled and kicked the door shut as he slipped off his bag and fiddled with the waistband of his shorts.  Lizzy never wore a bra, not that it mattered to Brandon as her thick chest hid beneath a purple shirt darker than Brandon's own.
	"Hey uh...mom?"
	"Y-yes, Brandon?" she blinked, putting her book down.
	"Can I...ask ya something?"
	"Of course, anything!"
	"How do...you make a baby?"
	"W-w-well...goodness," her eyes widened as she clenched her thighs, "did they not tell you at school?"
	"N-no, just...I wanna know, it seems kinda weird and the teacher sorta confused me on some stuff."
	"Well, how much do you know already?"
	"That a guy and a girl get together an'...then stuff happens, he puts a baby in her?"
	"That's right, yes," she nodded hopefully.
	"But what...stuff, like what does he pee in her or something?!"
	"OHO no, nooo no no, oh god, alright um...have a seat."  She patted beside him as he bounced up against her thigh.  "I wasn't, expecting this to be frank, I thought your father would have told you."
	"Yeaaah but, this is REALLY confusing me," said Brandon with a forced dumb look, "and you're a mom so, you're the one who gets the baby, you know more, right?"
	"Right...right, that, that makes sense."  Liz twiddled her thumbs.  "Well...boys, when they get older, can make something inside of them...in their private parts."
	"Like what?"
	"This special white stuff...called sperm, and when a boy really likes a girl, he puts his...h-his-"
	"Penis?" the boy widened his grin.
	"Y-y-yes, hah, hahaha yes," she rubbed her neck with a fidget, "he puts that inside her and fills her with that, and if it all goes well, that turns into a baby when it grows inside of a girl, like a seed!"
	"So what, there's dirt in there?" he pointed at her belly.
	"Hmhmhahaha, no no not quite, just a place where it can grow into-WHA!"
	"Can I see?"
He pressed his hand close to the inside of her thigh, staring up to her as innocent as he could whilst she stuttered.
	"B-brandon, I...I-i-i, no sweetie-"
	"Can I see, mom?  Please?  I wanna know."
Brandon was banking on two things that would weaken Lizzy's resolve.  First was the turnaround he made in the past month to become more endearing.  Second was the denial in her sexual needs which he had smelt in the past few days, as a rising heat had grown from her snatch that occasionally stained her panties when she bent over.  His work had paid off, as she bit her lip deep and clenched her eyes.
	"Alright.  Just one look, that's it."
It was all he needed as she slipped down her pants.  Below her plump middle-aged belly was a puffing pink set of petals, rosy sweet folds at the base of her tail which slithered down the front of the couch.  It was glistening wet, just as the boy had planned as his eyes widened from the sight of her sweltering lips.
	"A-alright," her face turned to the door, "I think you've seen enou-HAAH!"
	"Not yet."  He grabbed her tail with both hands.  "I wanna see more."
	"Brandon, n-no sweetie th-that's not-OHHH!  W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING-MMMMPH!"
Before she had a chance to push him away, he stuffed his snout into her pussy and smooched deep at her dripping lips.  He slurped around the inside with his tongue and was surprised at how sweet she tasted, like a bitter strawberry.  He had watched his father eat her out a few times, enough to know what to do as he licked his lips from the first taste, then went back down for seconds when she tried to push him away.
	"N-NO, BRANDON S-STOP!"
	"Or what?!"  His face sneered up at her with a dripping chin.  "You gonna tell dad?"
	"Y-YES, yes!"
	"So you're gonna tell him that I was asking you how babies were made, and you let me eat your pussy?!"
	"I-I, I never let you, h-how-why would you say that?!"
	"That's what happened!"  He dragged his tongue hard across her cunt to make her shiver.  "Damn yer a real slut arentcha, 'mom'?!"
	"Wh-wha, what, wh-why would you-AAAH!"  She cried, trying to shove him back.  "S-stop, STOP IT BRANDON, y-you AWFUL child!"
	"I'm not the one getting wet as fuck in front of a kid!" he spat back before sucking around the rim.  "Fuck but you taste good though, no wonder dad likes eating ya out."
	"Wh-wh-wha...why are you d-doing this?!"  Liz grabbed his head to look at him.  "This is...this is wrong, Brandon, ch-children don't do this to grownups!"
	"Oh yeah?!  Well I'm not your kid so I don't have to listen to you, Liz."
	"What?!"
	"I don't fuckin' care what you think...cuz you're not my mom."  He stuffed two of his fingers into her pussy as she rolled her eyes back.  "You're a slut dripping in front of me on MY couch, in MY house, fucking MY dad."
	"Ha-AAAAH!"
	"And you haven't gotten any from him so you're all horned-up, that's why you're not shoving me away hard enough, right?!"
	"B-bra...Brandon, h-haaah!"
	"So I bet you're wanting this, real deep inside, you want me to eat you out, then fuck you like my dad does.  Cuz if you get to take my dad, I get to take YOU!"
	"AHHH!"
He twisted his fingers harder to scrape against her walls, his brutish claws blunt enough to strum her folds and send tingling ripples through her loins with burning shame.  Plunging his fingers in and out, he pumped with his thin digits and watched Lizzy's face contort between gasping lust and shuddering disgust.  She couldn't bear to look at him, tears streamed down her face as the more he rubbed, the more thick her juices became, and the boy slurped whatever dripped down her tail.
She struggled less against him, her hands pushed weaker and her body was trapped with insatiable desire when he pulled out his fingers and ate her out again.  His tongue grew more savage than before as it lashed against her deeper walls and caused her thighs to clench, pushing his head deeper inside much to her sobbing remorse.  The mother-in-law grabbed the sides of the couch and squeezed tighter with every flick of his invasive tongue which, despite being clumsy, was more than fierce enough to beat against her walls and plap with stronger sucks before she finally came.  She howled with a restrained gasp, wheezing tears out of her eyes as she felt her juices pour into Brandon's throat.
	"Mmmmmph..." he pulled back with a dripping muzzle when she finished squirting, "fuck, you taste good."
	"You...d-disgusting little bastard," she whimpered, looking down at him, "j-just wait til your father hears about this."
	"Go ahead, mom," Brandon gave a last lick across her snatch, "tell daddy how you're too much of a slut to push me off your pussy!"
He grabbed at her tits and twisted her nipples hard to paralyse her with a shuddering yelp, before he climbed on top of her.
	"You're going to keep your mouth shut, then give birth to 'his' stupid kid after I bend you over and impregnate you myself!"
	"I-im...impregnate?!"
	"Yeah, I know big words, thanks for the help on that homework."
Keeping one of her nipples tight, he shoved down his shorts to expose his stubby four-inch cock, freshly hard with a small pair of balls just starting to swell and descend with pubescent force.  Her eyes widened in horror, much to his devious joy as he lifted her shirt to expose her breasts.
	"You know I can, cantcha?"  He grinded his dick teasingly on her puss.  "You been cleanin' my underwear after I jerk off, what was it called?"
	"H-hah...hah."
	"Hey."  He grabbed her chin to make their eyes meet.  "What's that white stuff that comes outta my dick?!"
	"S-sp-, s-sperm?!"
	"Yeah, that's it."  He slipped his hands back to her tits and squeezed them firm.  "You got enough milk in ya for another baby?"
	"B-brandon...B-b-brandon, please-"
	"You want another kid, dontcha?"  He panted towards her face.  "I know you want one, dad an' you been trying but never got time cuz someone got in the way."
	"W-wait...you?"  Liz gasped.
	"Yer not taking my dad.  Not before I take you first.  All you really want is a baby from him, right?"
His cock grinded harder to pull her lips apart and just sink the tip inside.
	"It's kinda the same if it's from me, right?"
	"N-no...Brandon, h-haaah-"
	"You're fucking wet on my dick.  You want a baby so bad, I'll give you one."
He grabbed her head and pulled her close to breathe against her ear.
	"You're mine now, Liz.  You want my dad, my house so bad, then I'm making your body mine, sounds fair don't it?"
	"H-h-hah, th-that...that's not what I want!"
	"I don't give a fuck...except for this."
	"AAANNNGH!"
Brandon shoved himself inside to the hilt, his young body flexed with a slender buck as he pushed his weight upon her breasts, forcing her back before he pumped his hips with vigorous strength.  Lizzy grabbed at his body and pulled him against her from an instinct deep inside, her bio-clock screamed as she winced with tears from the youthful balls smacking against her cunt.  She could feel them churning with fresh seed waiting to fill their first womb, and the horror only made her drip even faster.
	"Y-y-yeah," Brandon shuddered, "that's what you want, isn't it bitch?  Nice fat dick pumping that seed in ya for a new baby?"
	"Hah, a-aaah, B-brandon, NNNGH!"
	"I read all about this, stuff like how girls got-MMMPH, a s-special month or something, where they REALLY wanna make babies."
	"A-AAAH!"
	"That's why yer not pushing me hard enough," he gasped, thumbing her teats, "you don't care whose baby it is long as it's from us.  Dad doesn't have to know it's not his, it's still family."
	"Y-y-you...b-bastard."
	"Go and tell him then."  He stopped thrusting with balls deep as he raised his head with a wolfen grin.  "Push me off right now, tell him how you let his son fuck you like a slut, and the baby's not his, you think he's gonna throw ME out and not you?!"
	"Wh-wh-wha...what......what do I do?"  She clenched her eyes and let her arms slump.  "What...do you want from me Brandon?"
	"I want your body."  He started fucking once again.  "I want your pussy, let me fuck you, whenever I want, anywhere I want, and if you don't, then daddy's gonna know everything."
	"I-is...is that...is that it?" Lizzy squirmed from his member against her walls.  "Wh-what if...what if I get pregnant?!"
	"Say it's his, then!" he snarled, rolling his eyes.  "Wow mom you're fucking bad at this, I thought you had a kid already, what you forgot how it works?!"
	"D-don't say that!" she whimpered.
	"I won't tell dad if you won't...it'll be our secret, mommy...as long as you remember who you belong to."
	"H-h-hoh...ohhh g-god."
	"Say it."  He rasped, digging fingers in her breasts.  "Say who you belong to."
	"A-aaah, AH!"
	"SAY IT!"  He thrust harder, slapping her cunt with his balls.  "Say who you belong to, BITCH!"
	"A-AAAH, B-BRANDON, OHHH GOD BRANDON!"
	"YEAH!  NNNGH!"  His shaft shuddered as it dug deep into her folds.  "SAY IT LOUDER YOU FUCKIN' SLUT, WHOSE BITCH ARE YOU?!  WHOSE KID YOU GONNA FUCKIN' CARRY, YOU FAT WHORE?!"
	"BRANDOOON!  BRANDON, GOD P-PLEAAASE, PLEASE, AAAIIIIIGH!"
The breeding urge took over, clouding her mind as she grabbed him close once again when he jackhammered her hole that dripped even thicker down her seat.  She sputtered to climax a second time and gushed on the preteen's hips, as Brandon felt the sweltering of heat consume his young eager flesh.  His member twitched and spasmed, flexing its inches as he panted with bliss when the first frantic shots of his seed painted her inner walls.  Liz slumped in shock, and felt her son-in-law's cum smear around her depths, dripping deeper towards her eggs that she briefly imagined rushing to meet the newcomers with open arms.
	"H-hoh god...o-o-oh my...god."
She looked down upon the sneering boy who panted like the devil, his pulsing length still grinding inside to spray as much as he could when he hilted on the fourth spurt.  Liz felt something tingle inside as regrets swarmed her mind, but the heat of her breeding lust still ran hot with her bio-clock smouldering in the pits of femininity.  Brandon's fresh young sperm wriggled by the thousands to swim deep and prey upon her defenceless middle-aged eggs, where they would be mercilessly fucked by wriggling cells that punched their walls until one would breach and fill her egg with a most virile youthful spirit.
	"So," Brandon panted, "we got...a deal, mom?"
	"H-h-haaah...hah," a stream dripped from her pussy, "I...I-i-i, this is wrong, Brandon-"
	"But you coulda said no."  He grinned, smooching her lips.  "Too late to back out now, breeding bitch."
	"O-o-ohhh god."  She cringed with a deep shudder and gulped back her breath.  "...again."
	"Huh?!"
	"You...you want to do this, right?"  Liz licked her lips.  "If...if you have to do this, you should always make sure with...t-twice."
	"Heh, you're right."  Her son smiled and pulled back his hips.  "You're a good breeding bitch."
	"Tha-...th-thank you, sweetie."
It was only halfway through all of this that she realised her body was truly yearning for a child again.  Brandon's plan went perfectly, as the more he fucked her the more hungry her body became, even when her words and her mind were begging him not to.  The mother wrapped her worries in a constant blanket of fear, panicking on whether Brandon would keep his word or not, despite letting him do what he wanted to her.

For the next three days she could not resist him whilst still in heat, but neither could she resist his father as two hungry males breeded her.  The more she made love to her husband, and the more she fucked his son, the more desperate and confused she became on whether she tolerated Brandon, or needed him as badly as Bob.
Brandon even got greedy enough to interrupt one of their special nights with another "bad nightmare" routine, knowing full well that she could not say no as his father sighed, nodded with understanding and rolled over to sleep.  Bob never knew what his son would do, as he climbed up to grab her breasts then slid his cock between her thighs and fucked his wife right next to him.
	"Good thing dad's a heavy sleeper," he gasped against her cheek.
	"M-mmmph MMMMPH!" she covered her mouth tight with her hand.
	"Think you can pull a fast one, hmm?!  You, belong, to me!  You're my little, breeding, fuck toy."
	"Mmmmmph!  MMMMPH!  Ahmmmph!"
Even though Brandon knew he had very likely impregnated her from the first two hours they had fucked in that week, it didn't stop him from upping the chances when he bred her deep in his father's bed, pumping her sweet motherly snatch with his preteen stamina and fresh-faced sperm outmatching his father's middling middle-aged seed of sturdy vigour and slower pace.  But once her season of heat had passed, Liz found something worse than her bio-clock's urges to not discriminate between father and son.
She became needy for his youth, his fuck-frenzied energy rather infectious when it filled her with sinful desires and a sickening taboo that twisted in her gut, raked through her mind and swelled up her loins to overflowing.  She would never admit this, hoping if she did not acknowledge it that it would fade away.  But Brandon's advances always made it return with a shameful red in her face, as he fucked her in his room, mounted her in the garden, and filled her in the bathroom.  All without his father ever knowing just as he promised, so long as she pleased him with her mouth and pussy.  Then came the announcement, one day at the doctor's.
	"I'm pregnant."  Her mind left her body as she walked out of the clinic.  "I-i'm pregnant...dear."
Standing in a doctor's waiting room, Liz looked towards her husband then to her son, who was sitting on the floor building a castle out of blocks with little Mary in her summer dress.  Bob stood up with eyes wide and pouncing joy from his copper-scaled muscles, as he wrapped her in a tight hug..
	"OHHHH LIZ!  OHOHO that's WONDERFUL, ohhh I can't, I...ohhh honey I, um, let's sit for a bit!"  He pulled her down gently into the seats.  "So um, need to think about a new room for Mary when the baby comes, or do you think she would be fine with sharing?  I think if we managed to move some stuff down to the basement, then-"
But she wasn't listening.  Instead she was looking towards Brandon, who was stacking a turret made of blocks whilst his younger sister helped.
	"Alright, hold it there."
	"OH-kayyy!" Mary gripped the central strut.
	"Aaaaaand...yeah, okay!" he capped it with a cone at the top.  "Your castle awaits, princess!"
	"YAAAAY ahma PINCER!" the brown-scaled toddler clapped.
	"Pffffft, what are you a crab now?!"
	"Ahm nah a KWAB, ahma MAREH!"
	"Well you're Princess Mary now so get used to that!"
	"Heeheee, yer funneh Ban-ban!"
	"I'm not Ban-Ban, I'm the great space knight Brandon!"  He swished his finger out to the sky.  "Protecting people from the space wizards of Karadoom!
	"Thut's thuh roof," she muttered.
	"Ugh, fine, roof wizards," he pulled a dumb face to make her laugh.  "So, you hear what mom an' dad were saying, about a new baby?"
	"YAH!" she banged her fists together.  "Ah wanna babeh sistah!"
	"That means you're gonna be a big sister, right?!"
	"MMM, an' yousa BIG, biggah, biggeth brudda Ban-ban!"
	"Hahahaha...yeah...brother..."
He looked towards Liz who blushed at his creeping tongue flicking over his lip.
	"Brother bang-banged mom real good," he mouthed, whispering at her.
	"-side room would be fun to use if Brandon wants it," continued Bob, "what do you think honey?"
	"MMMH!?"  She stuttered, blinking at him.  "U-u-um, s-sure, what, what were you saying?"
	"Hhhahaha, I'm sorry this can wait," he cuddled and smooched her cheek, "let's go home and relax, we can talk about the new one tomorrow."
	"Thank you," Liz sighed, rubbing her belly, "I-i just need some time to think-"
	"Absolutely, I'll be right there with you, Brandon!  Mary!"  He gestured them to get up and leave.  "Which one of you loves ice cream the most!?"
	"AH DO AH DO!" Mary screamed with both hands.
	"OH OH, can I get the Chocpocalypse!?" Brandon pumped his fists.
	"Whatever you want today, let's celebrate your new baby sibling!"
	"AWESOME!"
	"ASS CWEAAAAM!"
	"Hhhahahaha, yeaaaah ass cream!"
Liz grabbed her daughter to hoist her off her feet, as Brandon walked with Bob in front of the two ladies.
	"Thank you for being such a good big brother," said the father to his son, "I know the past few years have been difficult to-"
	"It's cool, dad," he shrugged with a grinni, "I'm used to them now, Mary's cool now that she's not crying all the time."
	"Ha ha, well I don't envy you, considering you were like that your age."
	"Yeah...well..."  He looked back to Liz who tightened her face.  "Guess I know what it's like being a dad."
	"Hhhhahahaha," Bob patted his head, "you sure have a way with words Brandon, no wonder English is your best subject!"
	"You should thank mom for that, she really helped me figure stuff out."
	"Well that's good!"  He clicked his car open with the keys as they strolled down the ramp of the clinic.  "I'm glad we're all working out to be one good familty."
	"Oh yeah, the best family."  They climbed in first as Liz and Mary joined them.  "I can't wait to see the new baby."
	"You and me both!"
Bob grinned at his son whilst Liz chuckled as firmly as she could.  The next nine months would be a constant torment, trapped between her own bodily desires of bizarre foods and irrepressible lust from either dick that was waiting at home.  Some nights she climbed on top of her husband and begged with simpering eyes to ride him, almost sobbing to thank him for his warmth.  Other days she was her son's whore, raising her tail with dripping juice as he roughly fucked her with his small but spirited member inside, feeling filthier for it with a near-conscious urge for more.
Never did she admit to Brandon her true feelings that had shifted from shame to desire, not wanting him to feel like he had won by the very testament of her lust.  Her thoughts grew to different conclusions in her hot and cold moments as the child grew within.  Maybe they were really Bob's and Brandon got unlucky.  It wasn't like they could prove it, there was no reason to test it.  But what if the child was bright green like her son?  What if not a hint of Bob's copper tones was evident in the child?
She begged in her heart for the child to be Bob's, willing her deepest desire as if she could change its very biology.  The months grew long as her belly thickened, swollen like a cow with breasts swinging heavy, as her feeding habits changed to eating grass, raw from the earth when her body begged for its fiber and cellulose.  Brandon found this hilarious when he pumped her swollen cunt in the garden, as her pregnant belly swung and she kept eating the grass like a sow to her young calf.
Finally the day would come as she felt a lurch in her stomach, clutching the wall one breakfast later as she felt water burst in her pants.  Bob grabbed a video camera and took her arm over his shoulder, Brandon brought his sister along with bouncing glee as she clapped and skipped with increasing fervour, whilst the brother grinned from cheek to cheek.  A frantic drive through morning traffic, a babbling ramble to the front desk and a wheelchair escort later, the next four hours were tense for both father and mother.
The other father couldn't give less of a shit, playing games with Mary to keep her entertained, or reading children's books in the waiting room, whilst Bob tapped his foot and walked the length of the halls, grabbing food and drinks for his kids when they asked.
	"Son?"
The moment arrived, when Bob returned from the wards with eyes watered and a hand to his chest.
	"C-could you bring Mary?  It's time to meet your new sister."
Brandon flushed with excitement, thumping his tail and feeling a stiffness in his crotch knowing Liz would rue the day she met his father.  Mary's eyes lit up with a gasp as she took her brother's bright green hand in her own earthen-brown, leading him through the wards with stamping little feet.  Bob followed after as they reached the mother's bed, where a nurse accompanied her.
	"MUMMEHHH!"
	"Hah...hello sweetie..."
Liz looked ten years older, her eyes sagged and her breasts hung open over the bedsheets of her comfortable small room with curtains open round her bed.  There was a smile hidden in her face, exhausted as she was to even pull the muscles for it, as she presented her new daughter curled up against her chest.
	"Say hello to...Daisy, dear."
	"Hiiii Daisyyyyy," Mary crept forwards first, looking over the child, "she tiiiiny lahk a dolleh."
	"Hmhmhm, you were even smaller," she sighed with relief.
Brandon smiled and so did she, albeit rather awkwardly from what little strength she had as the newborn suckled on her breast.  A pale swampy-hued infant filled her mouth with the fat darkened teat, that fed her milk as equally profuse as that from her other exposed tit.
	"What do you think son?" Bob asked.
	"She looks...awesome," he flashed his teeth to Liz, "looks just like her dad."
	"Hahah, awwww you really think so?!"
	"Oh yeah, totally...ain't that right, mom?"
	"R-right," she was too tired to blush and settled with mild fear, "j-just like...her father."
	"Well let's make this day more special."
Bob handed his son the video camera and went to the other side of the bed, sitting down in frame beside his wife and new daughter.
	"Look Lizzy, isn't she beautiful?"  The copper lizard gazed upon his olive mate and her pea-green child.  "You've made me the happiest father on Earth."
	"I-i'm...I'm so happy to hear that."
She gulped looking up to him, then down to her nursing child and lastly towards the true father.  She would deny it to herself when she was stronger, more fluent in her mind, but Brandon already knew and so did she.  His smile was innocent, but underneath it was barbaric.  He had proved his point, and Liz buried their secret deep in her heart and further within her womb, as now her son's to keep.