The five Bekkers ate their breakfast quietly. Twelve-year-old Klara sat on the couch with one hand pulling double-duty, trying to cut one of the buckwheat pancakes with a fork while keeping a bunched-up blanket over her naked chest. Her other hand remained hidden under the same blanket, still wet with her baby sister's juices. She looked around at her family anxiously. Did they know? Could they see it? Could they smell it? Her mother Elize knew for certain, but said nothing; she was busy dividing her attention between the calf at her breast and her husband Raun kneeling on the other side of the table from her, opening her mouth and closing her eyes as the red-headed kudu bull offered her morsels from his fork in an unabashed display of affection. Even seven-year-old Christiaan was quiet, likely only by the coincidence of his mouth being full.

Unfortunately, the silence only gave Klara more time to think. Seeing her sister born before her eyes was fascinating in a sort of unsettling way, and touching baby Leandri so intimately had blown her adolescent mind. She had already replayed the video she took of the event again and again, but she had such a strong desire to know more, to re-live her mother's pregnancy – pregnancies, even – from the beginning with this new perspective and all these new questions. How did it feel to carry a baby? How did it feel to be a baby? How did it feel to be born?

"Are you going to eat something, sprout?"

Klara looked up at her dad. She realized she'd been pushing the same morsel of pancake around on her plate, lost in thought. Her brother's plate was almost clean which meant he'd start being annoying again at any moment. She mumbled a response and took a bite. Her mom was right, they definitely tasted 'healthy', but she found that coating them in syrup made them almost palatable.

As hard as she tried, she couldn't keep her mind on breakfast. She'd been up for hours already, and the glistening of the syrup on her plate just reminded her of her newborn sister's slimy, naked body, and the fluids that coated her fingers under the blanket. She wondered what she tasted like.

"I, uh . . .I'm not really hungry," Klara finally replied, pushing her plate away. She grabbed her crumpled nightshirt and pushed it to her crotch, trying to look natural while hiding any telltale wetness before shuffling back to her bedroom. She had a mission.

Raun opened his mouth to try and summon his daughter back to the table, but Elize nudged him before he could speak. "Let her go," she suggested, "she'll be back. Why not get a few candid shots of us eating breakfast together?"

"Does that include Leandri?" Raun nodded to the newborn still latched on to his wife's breast.

Elize pulled the crumpled blanket down a little to reveal more of her bare chest and tossed her hair back. "You bet it does."

"Is Lea gonna eat breakfast with us too?" Christiaan asked as Raun pulled out his phone to start recording.

"She already is," Raun answered, "Mommy's body has been making food for baby Lea this whole time!"

"Wow. . . ." Christiaan sighed. Elize shifted Lea's weight in the crook of her arm and used her free hand to squeeze her breast, letting the thick colostrum dribble out and down the brown-and-white fur on her chest. "Mommy makes milk?" the little bull asked, "what does it taste like? Can I try?" He leaned over the coffee table without waiting for an answer, reaching his hand out to grab at his mother's heavy teat.

"This is quickly becoming a very different video," Raun said quietly as he moved the platter of pancakes out of the way. His wife didn't seem to mind as she opened her arm to let Christiaan take his older sister's spot on the couch. "You'd think he'd never seen a boob before!"

Christiaan groped and grabbed awkwardly, and Elize winced before trying to guide him into a more comfortable position.

"It's so squishy!" Christiaan giggled, stubbornly refusing his mother's attempts to move him.

"I think he's got something other than food on the mind," Raun lifted his chin to nod towards the cub. His train-track pyjamas were tented at the crotch, with something under the fabric bouncing every time he moved.

"Isn't that a father's job to teach his boys about that?" Elize accused suggestively.

Raun sighed. "What have I told you about pointing that thing at people, Chris?"

"It's all itchy and it won't go away!" the cub replied, "It's not my fault!"

"Well I need to show you how to take care of it again, clearly!" He reached over the table to pull his son's pyjamas down, letting the five-year-old’s cock spring up and out of the elastic waistband. He let the fabric snap back against the cub's velvety scrotum, the sac still tight and empty. "I think you've grown bigger since last time!" he praised.

"Really?" Christiaan beamed, momentarily distracted from his mother's breast while he soaked in his father's attention.

"Really!" Raun answered before getting to the point. "Do you remember how I told you to deal with it?"

"Yeah!" Christiaan bleated excitedly before looking down and trying to actually remember. "You just kinda . . . rub it, right?" He demonstrated with an unpractised hand, gripping his foreskin and rubbing back and forth, letting the tight skin slide over his tip.

Raun tried to lead by example by pulling his own shaft out of the hole on the front of his boxers. “Like this,” he tried to show his cub, but the boy was quickly distracted by everything around him: His mom's naked breast, his new sister suckling on the other one, his own anatomy, and now his dad showing him his private parts too! "Like this," Raun repeated, reaching across the table to put his hand over his son's and start jerking. "You do this enough and something big will happen, then it'll go away!"

"How do I know when to stop?" Christiaan asked as his dad pulled his hand away.

"You'll know," Raun replied, focusing on himself. He didn’t need hardly any help to get hard, seeing his wife and cubs naked was stimulation enough. "It does leave a bit of a mess as you get older, though,” he warned, “if only there was someone who could help us clean up . . ."

"I know a few girls that can help out," Elize winked as she watched her son and husband stroking themselves. She pulled baby Lea off her nipple, letting her fuss for a moment. "Just wait a minute," she leaned down to whisper into her daughter's ear, "you're gonna get a special treat for dessert!"

***

Meanwhile, in Klara's room, the twelve-year-old turned on her tablet, double-tapped the EweTube icon with a hoof-capped finger, then typed the name of her family's vlog into the search bar. She'd never really had a reason to look at the family vlog before, she was there most of the time mom and dad were filming, doing her best to stay out of the camera's view as much as possible. Besides, her parents were usually doing boring stuff like showing off their garden or reviewing some new tool dad bought in the hopes of getting sponsored, so she spent her time watching cartoons or gaming videos instead. Not wanting to let the rest of her family know what she was up to, she took her wireless earbuds out of the case (another sponsor gift) and pushed them into the base of her ears for an extra bit of privacy.

At first, "The Bekker Family Homestead" seemed perfectly ordinary. The channel only had a few thousand subscribers, nothing like the millions of fans on channels Klara usually watched. The most recent video was posted only a few days ago, something about cooking for four while pregnant. She clicked it, and was greeted with her mother's sunny face from the shoulders up before the kudu woman backed away to reveal more of herself. She was wearing an apron over a loose blouse that tightened over her low-hanging pregnant belly. The table was loaded with ingredients and seasonings in clear little glass bowls, all neatly organized, but she was honed in on her mother's midsection. 

Baby Leandri was in there, Klara thought to herself, just a week away from being born. Her mother was a week away from squatting and grunting on the living room floor, legs spread wide as she tried to heave her baby girl out. A week away from Leandri shamelessly showing off her wet, naked body to her new family. Klara's hand moved between her legs almost on its own. Knowing what was going to happen only a few days later made her see this innocent video in a whole new light! If only she’d known . . . what else was her mom doing, oblivious to the little girl growing in her belly? Did baby Leandri know that strangers were watching her while she was still inside mommy?

The kudu tween clicked on another video. This one was a few months old, and showed her parents putting up a wooden trellis by the side of the house. She noticed her mom's belly was smaller, more of a subtle mound than a full-term bump. Klara sorted the videos by 'oldest first', wondering how far back they went, and saw the first one, dating back . . .thirteen years?! This video was older than she was! She clicked on the video and scanned it for signs of her mother's pregnancy. She and her dad looked so young – her mom's head was shaved on one side with her long dark hair combed over around her horns, while her dad's fiery locks were trimmed close to his head. His horns weren't even as wide as his ears yet! She struggled through the tinny sound and low resolution for a few moments longer before moving on, trying to find a video where she could see any signs of her own time in the womb. She scrolled through a few and it looked like her mother was pregnant in at least one of them, but then the next video she was already in the crook of her mother's arm all swaddled up while her parents chatted about "starting a family". What a letdown! Maybe there were some vids where her mom was pregnant with Chris, but there were more than a thousand videos to go through. She didn't have the patience for this! She set the videos to autoplay and bumped up the speed to 2x. This way she could just sit and watch, and maybe something interesting would come up. But the videos were so boring, and she'd been up for so long already . . . maybe she could rest her eyes for a moment and the sound would alert her to anything important . . .

"Dad, it feels weird," Christiaan whined, his hand still stroking himself The three-inch member was twitching visibly, ready to blow at any moment. Elize had already pulled the blanket down off her chest and was holding baby Lea up like a backboard, the newborn's arms tucked into her chest as if to protect herself. The older calf didn't seem like he knew what to do with his hands either, he kept grabbing onto the back of the couch and then changing his mind and grabbing onto the blanket or his dad's arm.

Raun wrapped his hand around his son's shaft again and took over, stroking vigorously. "Keep going," he encouraged, "don't stop now, finish up!"

Christiaan bleated in surprise as his member suddenly throbbed, standing straight up and down. He flailed for a moment and then gripped his dad's arm with both hands. The kudu bull stopped for a moment and then kept stroking, less intensely than before as his son rode out his climax. The girls emerged relatively unscathed – the calf's orgasm didn't produce much more than a dribble of watery fluid that clung to the underside of his member. "Good job!" Raun praised over baby Lea's cries as his son panted heavily, "but now I've got the same problem!" He looked down at his own erection, standing proudly at full mast. "Want to take care of me the same way I took care of you?"

"We still have a little bit of cleanup to do," Elize teased, shuffling the fussy newborn over to her other leg and propping her up to rub her cheek against Christiaan's slimy member. As she hoped, baby Lea's rooting reflex took over and she turned her head towards her older brother's rod. The little bull drew a sharp gasp as he felt his little sister wrap her lips around his tip and start to suckle.

"W-what's she doing?" Christiaan breathed as his sister eagerly tried to slurp down the cub-sized mess he made.

"We told you," Elize grinned as she squeezed a little bit of cream from her breast, letting it drip onto her son's shaft in hopes of keeping baby Lea interested, "babies will suck anything!"

"I-it's too much," Christiaan protested, looking at both his parents, "Stop, get her off!" He lifted his hand off the edge of the couch for a moment as if to shoo his sister away, but Elize gently picked the newborn up under the arms and held her between her breasts, facing outwards.

"She can just catch her daddy's mess then," Elize beamed before Leandri started to squirm and protest again, "hurry up and help him finish up!"

Raun nudged his son closer. "You heard the ladies."

Christiaan draped his hand over his dad's member and started to stroke just like his dad did for him. "It's . . .really warm," he giggled nervously.

"A little faster," Raun urged, gripping the base of his cock to aim the tip at his wife and daughter. Elize reached down to gently pinch Leandri's cheeks to force her mouth open before closing her own eyes and sticking out her tongue. "A little faster," the bull repeated, "a little mor- okay stop, stop!" He moved his hand to his son's wrist to keep him from letting go as his member pulsed in his hand, ejecting a rope of thick white seed that splattered across Leandri's face and Elize's chest before being joined by several more.

"It does get . . . a little much once you're done and they keep going," Raun huffed as he moved his son's hand slowly back and forth across his member before letting go, "but that's normal."

"Is that the same milk that's coming out of mommy?" Christiaan asked innocently, staring at the trails of cum along his mom and sister.

"Not quite," Raun chuckled, "but babies like it all the same!" He wiped a strand off Elize's chest and then gently wiped his sticky fingers across Leandri's lips in hopes of proving his point. As he hoped, the newborn calf closed her mouth around his finger and started to suck again before the older bull pulled it out. 

"We can let Lea deal with this," Elize looked down at the cum-stained fur on her chest, "but I think we'll need someone with more experience to clean up this monster here!" She licked her lips and leaned over, making sure baby Lea wasn't going to fall, and kissed her husband's tip before leaning over further and taking almost the whole thing into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the entirety of the shaft.

"Wow . . ." Christiaan marvelled, watching his mom work, "does the whole thing really fit?"

Elize didn't answer aside from a hum of approval. Raun gently moved one of his hands to the back of her head, running his fingers through her messy brown hair and rubbing the base of her ears. "you're gonna make a whole new mess if you keep this up," Raun warned, but his wife wasn't deterred in the slightest. She even reached out a hand to cup her husband's balls and roll them gently in her palm.

Christiaan watched wordlessly, then looked down at his own crotch. He was out of breath, but that tingly, throbbing sensation had returned, so intense it was almost painful. "Solving" that issue the first time felt really good, he thought, and he felt almost ready to solve it again! Maybe this time it would feel even better! But this time both his parents were busy . . .

The kudu calf looked down at his baby sister. She had settled back in against their mother's chest and latched on to a cum-covered teat. He saw the way his mom was taking dad's entire private part into her mouth and bobbing her head back and forth. Was she doing that on her own, or was dad helping her with that hand on her head? Maybe baby Leandri could do that, too! He reached out gingerly, brushing against his mom's arm. The kudu cow looked down, winked, and moved her arm under baby Leandri to gently lift her away from her breast and more towards the boy. Christiaan tried to remember how they made Leandri suck on things. He moved her closer to his crotch, but she didn't seem to care, she just kept squirming and fussing. He dragged her closer still, her naked body emerging from the impromptu swaddle of blankets she was nestled in, and tried pushing his erection into her open, crying mouth. It was so warm! Leandri's cries turned to choked gurgles around her brother's member, and Elize quickly moved to intervene.

"Mmh, don't force her," Elize warned, quickly pulling her lips off Raun's twitching shaft to address her two calves. Leandri coughed as Elize pushed Christiaan away, his member springing up to flick the newborn’s nose.

“Ready to go again already,” Raun commented, half-joking and half-awed. “I remember being that quick on the draw way back in the day!”

“She’s too young to understand what you want,” Elize continued lecturing her son, “just put the tip against her lips and let her do it.” She reached down to turn he daughter’s head so that her son’s tip was just touching the corner of her lips, but baby Lea started to wave her arms around and landed on her brother’s shaft. Her reflexes kicked in and she wrapped her tiny fingers around it. They seemed to fit perfectly.

“That works too,” Raun grinned.

Mimicking what he saw his dad do earlier, Christiaan wrapped his hand lightly over Lea’s and started to jerk back and forth until he felt the now-familiar throbbing sensation return, building up from his loins. “I-it’s feeling funny agai-ah!” the calf bleated out, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as his shaft pulsed in his little sister’s grip. This time almost nothing came out, not even a dribble.

“Quick reload, no ammo,” Raun teased. Elize elbowed him playfully. The bull reached down to gently remove Leandri’s hand from Christiaan’s private parts, then gave him a quick rub to milk out the last of any fluid before wiping his hand off on the blanket. “We should actually tidy up,” Raun sighed after a pause, “start the laundry, get Lea cleaned up-”

“Sounds great,” Elize nodded, “sounds like you boys just volunteered!”

Raun rolled his eyes and let his ears and shoulders drop. He knew better than to argue. “Chris,” he commanded, “can you do daddy a favour and start bringing all these blankets and towels down to the laundry room? Sounds like we’ve got some chores to do!” The little bull opened his mouth to protest but Raun shut him down before he had the chance. “Being a big brother is a lot of responsibility,” the older bull stated, “you can spend more time with Lea when you’re done. Go.”

Christiaan rolled dramatically off the couch and snorted as he picked up a single blanket and dragged it down the hall.

“We really do need to get her cleaned up,” Elize grinned sheepishly as she took Leandri under the arms and lifted her entirely out of the blanket nest. Raun furrowed his brow seeing the red stain on his baby daughter’s crotch.

“What happened there?” Raun accused, “I thought we were going to save her cherry for a special occasion?”

"I'll make it up to you," Elize promised with an impish smile, "Klara and I got a little carried away while you and Chris were making breakfast!"

"Klara?!" Raun blustered, "Our Klara? Little miss stuck-in-her-head?"

Elize held up her hand, her oldest daughter's juices still clinging to the short fur. "The one and only," she beamed proudly. Raun let out a sigh. He wasn't sure whether to be impressed that his big little girl was finally coming around, or frustrated that he wasn't there to see it happen. "Go figure," he grumbled, "you fuck in front of her fifty times and it turns out she's got the hots for her baby sister instead!"

"I keep telling you, you gotta let her take her time and figure shit out on her own," Elize countered, "besides, how do you know she wasn't thinking of you when she did it?" She stretched her neck and leaned up to kiss her husband under the chin. "Maybe she was imagining that big, swingin' hog of yours absolutely wrecking her baby sister while she got to watch!"

"Or maybe it was the other way around," Raun added, playing along, "maybe she was imagining getting railed in front of everyone else!" He leaned in to kiss his wife on the lips, getting a taste of his own juices.

“Maybe one day she’ll tell us,” Elize teased, licking her muzzle.

***

Klara was on a stool, kicking her feet in the air. She could feel the formal black hoof-boots digging into her ankles, and she wanted to kick them off! She wanted to get rid of the skirt too, it was hugging her waist too tightly.

It was a barbecue. Klara was outside, and there must have been a wedding or something because everyone looked so formal. She could smell her ouma's sweet yellow rice, the kind with raisins that her brother always picked out. She was bored. She didn't want to be part of the crowd, she wanted to go inside. But she knew her mom and dad would force her to go back and "be social" so she had to be very, very sneaky. 

But the 'inside' wasn't anywhere she recognized. It was like a maze, with hallways leading into rooms that all looked the same, with tables of food and stacks and stacks of metal folding chairs. She could see the event, through the windows, and caught glimpses of her ouma and oupa, cousins, and even distant family members of other species: There were warthogs, zebras, even other antelopes like topi and elands. She was so stealthy and quiet she evaded them all as she tried to look for something to amuse herself – a computer, a TV, or a video game to play.

As time went on, Klara got bolder. She started opening the doors to rooms she knew she shouldn't be going into – bedrooms, offices, and other private places. Some of them had computers in them, and she immediately logged on and started exploring. Each computer had a name – or maybe it belonged to a person with that name? Klara just knew that by logging on to a certain computer, she could see files and folders and videos of that person – stuff they did, things that happened to them, even things they imagined. It was like searching through someone's brain! 

On one computer she saw an impala boy kissing his cousin for the first time, on another she found a sow girl taking off her shirt to play 'doctor' with her older brother. A third computer showed her an older ibex looking at a zebra colt and his pregnant mom in a public shower. This was more like it, Klara thought. With her fingers, Klara zoomed in on the zebra mare's belly and was able to see the baby inside. It was like a 3D model, and she found she could move and rotate it however she wanted with a single swipe. She spread the unborn foal's legs using her thumb and forefinger, discovering a plump, juicy-looking equine slit between its legs, something she recognized from summers on her grandparents' farm. She slid her finger to the right to skip ahead and suddenly the zebra mare was on the floor of the public shower, the head of her baby stuck between her legs while her son and the older ibex looked on in awe.

The power was intoxicating. Klara wanted more. She highlighted the mare's son and skipped backwards by swiping her finger to the left. Suddenly the zebra colt was reduced to a brand-new foal, kicking and braying in the bathroom sink as his mother tried to bathe him. She then did the same with the foal's mother, highlighting her and skipping back to see her as a wet, matted newborn getting her umbilical cord cut in some sort of hospital cot. She could do this to anyone she wanted, Klara realized. Everyone was born from someone else and she could go back or forward on this magic computer to see any of it!

It didn't take long for Klara to want even more. Seeing random family members born and giving birth was fun, but the kudu calf quickly became bored of searching through files and folders for more content. And then she had an idea. She turned to the side and saw her reflection in one of the windows. It was hazy and unclear, but she was sure it was her. She raised her hand to the glass, turned her fingers counter-clockwise – and woke up. The playlist was still going and had been for hours, the drone of her parents’ voices fading into the background chatter in her dream. She still had hundreds of videos left to go, and she didn’t know if she missed anything worth her time. She grumbled in frustration as she stopped the playlist, then sorted the videos by popularity. Her eyes widened as her eyes read the title of the first result:

“WE GAVE BIRTH ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD! (NOT CLICKBAIT)!”

The date of the upload roughly lined up with her brother’s age, so this had to be about him. The thumbnail was unremarkable, just her parents in the front seat of some vehicle, but the view count was incredible – over four hundred thousand! It probably had more views than all of her parents’ other videos combined. Klara felt her ears flush. Why did her brother get all the attention? What did this video have that made it thousands of times more popular than anything else on the channel? Hesitantly, she clicked the thumbnail and was greeted by a pop-up featuring EweTube’s fluffy mascot:

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Klara had never been so vexed by such a concerned-looking sheep. The fact that this video was for “mature audiences only” only made her more determined to see, but all her devices and accounts had strict parental controls. She couldn’t let her parents know what she was up to, but there was no way she could think of to watch this video without their help . . .