"Mom?" Klara peeked into the living room. She could hear her mom talking to someone, but didn't see anyone else.

" . . . Klara still hasn't gone to bed," Klara heard her mom say, and realized she was talking into her phone, either livestreaming or recording for later. She waited for her mom to turn around and look at her before she drew a finger quickly across her throat, a family gesture that meant to turn phones and cameras off.

“Just getting a head start on that ‘twenty-four hours with a newborn’ vlog," Elize explained as she put the phone down, "you know how it goes.” She was sitting on one side of the couch with baby Leandri against her chest, the two of them barely covered by a bunched-up blanket. The newborn calf fussed as Elize shuffled to turn and meet her daughter's gaze, and the older kudu instinctively started bouncing the baby gently up and down to try and calm her.

“Grind, grind, grind,” Klara sighed mockingly, stepping over the mass of wet towels on the floor. She'd re-dressed in her nightshirt and loose-fitting pyjama bottoms, but she still ached with need from earlier.

“How come you’re not in bed?”

“Can’t sleep,” Klara fibbed, then immediately backpedalled. “I was watching the video.”

There was an awkward silence punctuated only by baby Leandri's muffled bleating as Elize waited for her now-oldest daughter to elaborate. Klara thought she could see a suppressed grin on her mother’s muzzle, but the calf chalked it up to the residual high of having a baby. It must have felt like heaven, Klara mused, she looked absolutely euphoric ever since Leandri came gushing out.

"Can . . . can I get under the blanket with you?" Klara finally asked, looking down at her hooves.

Elize smiled and nodded wordlessly, pulling the blanket away from her naked chest and doing her best to unfurl it with one hand. "Don't tell me you're getting jealous of all the attention already," she jabbed. Klara rolled her eyes before slumping down on the couch and trying to make herself comfortable, unsure of just how close she wanted to get. She didn't have to wait long before her mom reached her arm around Klara's shoulders and pulled her in, making the decision for her. Klara bleated in surprise but quickly relaxed into her mother's side, shuffling closer. Her mother felt so . . . hollow without a baby inside, Klara noticed, like her fur hung looser around her frame.

The three laid on the couch without saying a word for several minutes, the silence only broken by a clatter in the kitchen or Leandri's occasional burble. "I think the boys are making breakfast," Elize commented quietly. Klara instinctively pulled out her phone to check the time, momentarily panicking as the lockscreen faded to reveal Leandri's birth video right where Klara left it - on a frame showing Leandri in all her naked, newborn glory, with her glistening nethers front and center. Klara hurriedly closed the video. She hoped her mother didn't see. She hoped she did. She wasn't sure anymore.

"I-I guess it is almost six o'clock," Klara replied, looking away and putting her phone face-down on the side of the couch. Her whole family had been awake for hours now, with baby Leandri sliding into the world at just after two in the morning, right here in the living room. "Maybe they're too excited to sleep, too?" the kudu tween offered helpfully.

"Your dad's not going back to bed anytime soon," Elize grinned, "I asked him to fix up some toast or something, I'm starving."

"It looked like it was hard work, having a baby." Klara commented, her eyes glued to the newborn on her mom's chest, "I think I'd be hungry too!"

Elize nodded. "It's not easy," she replied, "but it's worth it every time."

"What was it like?" Klara asked, "having a baby? Was it different for me and Christiaan?"

"It was a little scary having you," Elize explained, "but only because your dad and I were both so young and had no idea what to expect. And you were there when your brother was born, don't you remember?"

"Not really," Klara admitted.

"I guess you were, like, what, five years old?" Elize shrugged, "they were both some of the best moments of my life. And now this one, at home, surrounded by family . . . food on the way," she added to lighten the mood. She knew her daughter had a tendency to get lost inside her own head if the conversation went too deep.

But Klara was already starting to tune out. She was thinking of the video, of the ache that still throbbed in her loins, demanding satisfaction, and she was thinking of her little sister, wet and spread-eagle between her mother's legs. "Is it . . . okay if I hold her?" she asked finally, unable to look her mom in the eye.

"I think that'd be okay," Elize answered, her voice measured, "take off your shirt."

"What?"

"Leandri wants bare fur," Elize explained, "besides, she'll muck up your pyjamas and we've got enough laundry waiting for us already."

Klara looked over at her mom, the older antelope's breasts barely covered by the wad of blankets. "Alright," she agreed, pulling off her nightshirt and revealing her flat, boyish chest. Her mother groaned with effort as she tried to slide Leandri over. Leandri grunted in discomfort, her face twisting into a grimace as if she was about to cry. "Hand under her bottom," Elize guided as Klara moved her arms to take her sister, "gently, gently, don't let her slide down too far."

The first sensation that struck Klara as she took her newborn sister in her arms was just how warm and heavy she was against her chest – the calf was like a tiny little furnace in her arms! She felt damp, too, and Klara hoped it was just from being born and not something more . . .unpleasant. She was pretty sure she could even feel the umbilical cord, wet and rubbery against her belly as it snaked off to the side, uncut. It took Leandri a few moments to settle into her big sister's awkward embrace, but before long she was cooing contently and Elize slowly relinquished her grip. Baby Leandri bleated as she started to slide down Klara's belly and Elize reached over to grab Klara's hand and push it up against the newborn's rump. Klara gasped.

"Under her butt," Elize repeated firmly, "she's heavier than you think!"

Her mom was right. As Elize slowly withdrew her hands Klara could really feel the heft of her new sister, the baby fat settling against her own bony body. She really was so much bigger and heavier than she appeared on Klara's phone screen. She could feel the rise and fall of her sister's chest, and every move of her little arms and legs against her bare torso. If she concentrated, the tween could feel her sister breathing, and if she held her breath, she swore she could feel Leandri's heartbeat, quick and light like a dancer's footsteps. Klara couldn't imagine trying to lug her around around inside her own body, but the more she thought about it, the harder it became to imagine anything else. Did she have space for a baby in her own belly, Klara wondered? Was there something she needed to do to make space?

The tween froze momentarily, processing the fact that she was holding her new sister without any assistance. The girls were fur-to-fur, and Klara felt something undeniably primal about it. She was also painfully aware that her hand was cupping her sister's buttcheek, right where her mom put it before covering her with the other half of the blanket.

Now hidden from view, or so Klara thought, her hands started to wander. She could feel Leandri's matted tail wriggling as she squirmed against her chest, and she was pretty sure she could blame the baby for any suspicious movement under the blanket. Careful to avoid eye contact, Klara followed the curve of her sister's bottom until her fingers could feel something damp and sticky between her legs. Klara's heart thundered in her chest, and the ache between her own legs returned with a vengeance. She was really touching her baby sister, inches away from her mother with only a hastily-arranged blanket for cover. She wasn't sure whether it felt right or wrong, only that it was helping to satisfy some primal need that the young kudu didn't understand. Once again she tried to copy the 'special massage' she saw when her sister was born, but this time on a much smaller canvas. Her sister's tiny labia spread easily against the tip of her finger, the furless flesh still tacky with the gunk she was born with. A few rubs and touches didn't seem to bother her, and the fear of baby Lea pitching a fit and spoiling the mood slowly started to evaporate. Maybe she really did like it, Klara thought.

Elize watched from the corner of her eye, her big ears still honed in towards the kitchen. She could hear her husband and her son clattering around, clearly working on something more elaborate than the toast she requested. Her daughter thought she was so slick, hiding under the covers like that. She thought about saying something but held her tongue, choosing to wait and be ready to step in in case her older daughter got 'overzealous' with her new sister. Besides, she thought, it would do shy little Klara some good to take the lead for once.

The kudu tween was deathly quiet, practically holding her breath as she moved her fingers along Leandri's puffy slit. It was almost like an instinct, a craving that demanded to be satisfied. She clumsily adjusted her position to try and free up a hand to rub herself as well but decided against it at the last moment, still mortified of being noticed. Elize savoured the awkward silence, broken only by Leandri's burbling and Klara's stifled breaths as she fumbled beneath the covers before apparently giving up in frustration.

"Mommy?" she finally asked. Elize knew Klara only used that voice when she wanted something.

"Hmm?" Elize answered, pretending she was distracted.

"That special massage you were giving yourself just before Leandri came out . . . did it really help you relax like dad said?"

Elize tried to suppress a smile. "It sure did," she nodded, "I think it helped Leandri too! Look how calm she is!" The older kudu leaned over into her daughters, rubbing her hand gently along the back of Leandri's head.

"Do you think . . ." Klara hesitated. "Do you think I could have one, too?"

"I think that might be a good idea," Elize replied, looking her daughters up and down, "you do look a little tense."

With a quick glance back into the kitchen to make sure her husband and son were still occupied, the older kudu shuffled in close to her daughters, draping one hand over Klara's shoulder and snaking the other underneath the blanket, over her bony hip and along the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. Klara drew a sharp breath and tensed up.

"Relax," her mother reminded her as her fingers slipped into her pants and between her legs, "we don't want to disturb the baby."

"R-right," Klara acknowledged shakily as she took a deep breath and tried to relax like her mother told her. Touching herself felt good, but having someone else touch her down there, especially someone with practice, felt amazing – the difference was night and day! Her mother's skilled fingers seemed to know all the right spots as they glided along her mound, up and down along her slit before starting to rub in small circles, pushing lightly against that sensitive bead of flesh just at the top of her nethers. Klara took another deep breath and let out a slow, shuddering exhale, mindful of the newborn baby in her arms weighing her down. 

"Atta girl," Elize praised, "breathe, just like that." The way her mother was instructing her made it easy for Klara to imagine herself in her mom's place, pushing out a baby of her own just like the wet, naked newborn against her chest. It must have felt so good, and she imagined it must have felt good for her sister, too. She wanted that feeling for herself, but she also wanted to share it around. With her hands still cupping baby Lea's private parts she tried again to mimic the motions of her mother's special massage, rubbing her fingers back and forth against her sister's slippery, furless skin. She was gentle at first, like her mother, but quickly became more insistent, moving her fingers in small circles as she felt her mother doing the same. Leandri started to fuss and fidget but Klara barely noticed, caring less and less about whether her mother saw the way her hands were moving under the blankets.

Klara could feel her ears and cheeks turning red again. "That feels . . . really good," she huffed, and she wondered if her baby sister felt the same way.

"Normally I'd use a little bit of massage oil," her mother offered, "but it feels like you're plenty wet enough!"

Klara wasn't sure whether calling her 'wet' was an accusation or not. "I was . . .watching the video," she tried to explain through shallow, unsteady breaths. Klara envied how her mother was able to keep her composure and even pay attention to her surroundings while working her magic. The tween felt like she was being turned into a puddle, barely able to think straight much less move or speak. She wondered if this was what being debuffed in Swinecraft felt like, all her stats drained away by whatever spell her mother was casting. 

She drew in another sharp breath as her mother suddenly pushed two fingers between her lower lips, curling against the inside of her birth canal. Klara's legs started to shake, and she instinctively shuffled her seat to buck upwards into the intruding fingertips, her body demanding more all on its own as a warmth started to spread from her loins.

"Don't try this with Lea," Elize started to warn, but Klara's fingers felt like they were moving on their own, her middle finger already pushing upwards between her baby sister's nether lips and into her virgin passage. She could barely fit the tip of her finger inside before it was just too tight to continue. Leandri started to wail, and both Klara and Elize could see her kicking her little legs and wriggling her tail under the blanket.

"T-too late!" Klara interrupted, panting. She could feel Leandri's tiny slit squeezing her fingertip as she continued to cry and squirm in discomfort. Klara froze, horrified that she may have done something wrong, but she felt powerless to stop any of it.

"shh-shh-shh, it's okay," Elize soothed, reaching down to run her free hand along Lea's head and back to try and calm her. Her other hand rubbed faster and faster between Klara's thighs, making her flinch with each pass against her clitoris.

Klara's heart pounded in her ears like a jackhammer. It was so hard to focus with Lea crying and her mom working absolute magic with her fingertips against her private parts. She kept rubbing against her baby sister's slit and swore she could feel the tender, puffy skin getting slicker and slicker the more she rubbed. It wasn't long before Klara could feel something started to build inside her, a throbbing, tingling sensation almost like she needed to pee, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"Mom," she tried to warn over Lea's wails as she squeezed her legs around her mom's hand, "Mom, I-" 

But Elize kept going. "M-mom!" Klara bit her lip to keep from moaning as her entire body shuddered, a powerful orgasm crashing through her like a wave from her core all the way out to her hooves and the tips of her horns. Her nostrils flared and her body felt like it was moving on its own, her bony hips bucking against her mother's fingers as if begging for more. She clenched her fingers and let out an apologetic whimper as something inside baby Leandri gave way, allowing Klara's comparatively massive finger to invade the inside of her sister's body up to the first knuckle. She could feel something leaking out of her and she was positive she peed a little bit, but her mother seemed oddly unfazed.

"There we go," Elize comforted, "just ride it out." She kept her hand still, allowing the tween's body to react in its own way until she was interrupted by footsteps coming from the kitchen.

"Who wants pancakes?" Raun beamed, carrying a large platter. Klara jumped and let out a high-pitched bleat, clenching around her mother's fingers. She felt her own fingers smooshing against Leandri's privates as she fumbled to somehow cover herself under the blanket and look normal without smothering her baby sister. Elize quickly moved to comfort the two girls, removing her hand and reaching over to pull the blanket up over Klara's shoulder to cover as much of her bare chest as possible. "Look at you," Raun beamed as he set the platter down on the coffee table, "my little girls all snuggled together on the couch!"

"Pancakes?" Elize repeated, pleasantly surprised, "where did you find those?"

"I helped make them!" Christiaan proclaimed proudly as he held up a big jug of artificial table syrup before switching topics, "hey, how come Klara gets to hold the baby?"

"You'll get your turn," Raun patted his son on the head before replying to his wife, "we had a buckwheat mix in the cupboard from one of those meal-prep services we did an ad for a while back."

"Does this mean we get to eat in the living room?" Christiaan asked.

Elize covered her chest and leaned forwards, grunting in discomfort. Raun quickly cut off a piece of pancake and offered it to her on his fork. She took the bite and chewed thoughtfully. "They taste . . . healthy," she teased.

"There's a reason they were in the back of the cupboard, I think," Raun grinned, "But if you drown them in enough syrup they're alright!"

Klara quickly tuned out the chatter. She was too focused on the warm, naked baby in her arms. They were chest-to-chest, and Klara's nightshirt was somewhere crumpled in the blankets. Her hand was still tucked under her butt and she could move her fingers and feel the slimy parts between Lea's legs. She could have sworn they were wetter and more slippery than when she started rubbing earlier. She could feel a wetness between her own legs too, and she was already figuring out how to explain it away as part of her sister's mess. She looked over at her mom and dad as her father kneeled down on the opposite side of the coffee table. Boys on one side, girls on the other, she noted. Her mom seemed strangely okay with what just happened and what she did to Lea, but that was normal – she was always polite for the cameras and then punished Klara in private later. But the cameras weren't even on, Klara remembered, so her mom had no reason to pretend not to be upset. So maybe she really was okay with it? Which meant now she just had to figure out a way to keep her dad and brother from finding out.

A tingle on her chest brought Klara back to reality. Leandri had stretched one arm up to grip the short fur near her collarbone and had started nuzzling against her chest as if searching for something, her wet nose settling on the tween's nipple. The sensation sent shivers up Klara's back. "What's she doing?" she asked, looking up and over at her parents.

"She's just hungry," her mother grinned, putting down her fork and reaching out to take her daughter back. Klara sat back against the couch, unsure how to assist while Elize reached over to grip Lea gently under her arms, pulling off Klara's tiny nub of a nipple. Klara looked down to see how . . .perky her nipple was before she quickly covered herself up again, and for some reason the image of drool glistening on her baby sister's lips stuck in her mind.

"She can't help it," her father pointed with his fork in between mouthfuls, "it's an instinct at that age. They'll suck on anything." 

Elize put her hand in front of her mouth to avoid coughing up pancake and shot a dirty look at her husband. Klara wasn't sure what the joke was.

The tween thought she saw something else as baby Lea's naked body was momentarily revealed – was that blood between her legs? She didn't remember that being there before . . . did she do that? Klara's stomach twisted into knots at the thought of accidentally hurting her new baby sister, even though Lea wasn't acting like she was hurt, so, maybe it was fine? Regardless, there was no way she was going to be able to explain it away, the evidence was too obvious. If her mother saw, she was keeping quiet about it. Maybe she was still covering for her, or maybe she just hadn't noticed. 

Klara watched with envy as Leandri quickly rooted to her mother's supple teat and started to suckle. Even her brand-new little sister preferred her mother's curves to her own, Klara fumed, but her displeasure was tempered by the knowledge that even if Lea preferred her mother, she tried to nurse from her big sister first. She looked over at her mother and sister again, trying to imagine what it must've been like to carry the squirming calf for nine whole months, feeling it move inside her and then having to push her entire body out through such a tiny hole. She got to see it from an outside perspective, of course, but seeing and feeling the end result so intimately made her regret not paying more attention to the process along the way – and then she realized. Her family vlog channel probably had enough videos for her to re-live the entire process. Depending on how far back the channel went, she could probably see her brother's pregnancy too, or maybe . . . maybe even her own.