Chapter 27: Familial Excursion

(Octokew 2nd, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

Mom was in a cheerful mood this morning, humming as she chopped vegetables for a hash. Her tail wagged during the entire cooking process, and she had a grin while delivering filled plates to me, Lárus, and the stepbrothers. I couldn’t blame her if the reason was me and my twin brother scoring a boyfriend and girlfriend, respectively. The heaping portions on our plates made my eyes light up with excitement.

“Eat up— we have a long day ahead of us,” mom spoke.

“What for?” Lárus inquired.

“You, Kaera, and Róstran need some more elegant clothes for fancier occasions, and especially Rýnaki for a couple events he has to attend to before his Mating Ceremony. I need to do some more shopping afterward when I got the idea of all of us and Dágfárik hanging out today since my pups don’t need constant attention right now.” Mom’s primary mammillae are the only visible breasts right now. “The servants agreed to handle them today, so I’m free to bond with you, and I deserve a break every now and then.”

I was stuffed by the time I finished my breakfast. All the other meals satiated my voracity, but this was a rare occurrence of going well beyond full. I eructed the loudest I ever did, followed by Lárus whistling in astonishment as a compliment.

Everybody going on the trip got into a carriage, with Róstran and me electing to wear habiliments the entire way to town. If mom’s inclinations were anything to go by, she would take us to the Red Zone and Brýngerður’s shop this trip. I forcefully shifted my eyes away from my twin brother to the adjoining window whenever they wandered to his visage and junk.

We stopped in the more affluent part of Álfsandur, hopping out of the carriage. The edifices appeared recently built. Mom gawked and acted like a pup at the fancy jewelry, raiments, perfumes, and other treats displayed behind glasses. We entered an emporium filled with dresses and suits that made a person chichi. My jaw dropped to the floor at the offerings to both genders, scouring the upper and lower levels with my eyes, and she had to drag me for several steps to snap me out of it. I briefly touched one of the dresses, admiring the silky material on my fingers. Such a vestment of this magnitude would’ve been impossible to wear if I still remained at the shack.

Mom tended to Rýnaki first since his events before the upcoming Mating Ceremony were imminent. She selected several suits, sticking her tongue out to the side as she held them adjacent to his left to scrutinize them. He would wear the ones she deemed worthy enough for closer inspection. He did appear ravishing in each attire she had for him as she canvassed the size by tugging various spots, and he nonchalantly denuded in front of everyone.

The door rang, and we noticed Vakörr, Ingileif, and Manasína ambulate inside and toward the counter. I could tell the Fenri abaft had contempt toward them, like she was finally glad to be rid of them and couldn’t fathom she had to deal with the trio in the first place. She took the small handful of Liéré from him in exchange for a dress I assume was for his older daughter. It looked way beyond their pay grade, a sparkling blue piece of linen for those in the upper echelons like my stepfather. Ingileif blushed and acted coy as she waved at Rýnaki, and he reciprocated. I recompensed equally when Manasína acknowledged my presence before they left.

Dágfárik was up next for mom to give her a touch of fashion, and he appeared a bit perturbed, averting his gaze. The clothes made him attractive, just like his older sibling. She wanted Róstran next, and Róstran wanted as much privacy as possible, so she took the adopted Fenri away, leaving the rest of us to wander around.

I went up the stairs to where more of the feminine attires were. My fingers caressed a long line of offerings, sensing the soft, silky materials. The prices confirmed what I suspected. No way Vakörr could afford to pay for one of them in one payment, so he must’ve done it in increments. Which one of these decorous habiliments would I prefer to wear during a ceremonious occasion? Decisions…decisions. Mom would have to give her input when she got to me.

I observed my twin brother walk around and check on the clothes for sale on the bottom floor. My mind started to stargaze as I gazed at his fundament. I shook the thought out of my head, and I heard my mother.

“Kaera… Lárus.”

I went down the stairs and met mom and Lárus. Since I knew what was coming, I lackadaisically stripped to my bare fur in front of them, tossing my clothes away. She handed us our first sets of raiments after she held them at our sides. Mine was purple, while he was brown. The material was fine. I just wished the length was shorter because I didn’t like how much of the excess dress I dragged across the floor. My consanguineous sibling’s vestment was made for the military for formal events, something that dad would wear. A lot of masculine regalia shared the consubstantial design.

Mom handed me apparel after attire, and I absolutely adored one of them. It was silver with pygmy sapphires embedded close to where my cleavage was to both my shoulders. The dress went to my feet and barely scraped the wooded foundation, and the material was so light that I would’ve believed I was still naked if there weren’t any reflections of me anywhere. I looked at the tag, noticing the garment came from Aeyis. Those Elves sure had erudition at how to design and manufacture outfits.

Fortuitously for me, mom selected the Elvish dress and two less fancier attires for me, along with her choices for all of my siblings. We went to the counter to purchase them, and the Fenri gave her, Lárus, and me derision similar to the disdain toward the Vakörrs while maintaining a somewhat neutral demeanor. The contumely popped out when I heard the Fenri utter, “wolf,” as we left, and I knew who the owner directed it at because of mom’s ignominy.

Gellir and his parents collided with us at the entrance. I went and hugged and kissed him before I processed what I did, stepping back as I blushed. Mom introduced herself to his mother and father, and they were amicable enough to keep any expression about her opprobrium hidden from us if they had one initially. I waved him goodbye and noticed my twin brother averting his stare at me.

My assertion was correct when mom took me and my siblings to the Red Zone. As usual, the section lived up to its name as I noticed dyads of amorous Fenri having sex in the open without anybody batting an eyelash. I saw fellatios, cunnilingus sixty-nines, penetration in either orifice in the nether region, and a few orgies. Several couples were conjoined already by the virile genitalia, either parading the erotic copulas by having the males carry their feminine counterparts along while walking or just casually waiting for the knots to shrink. One romantic pair was meretricious enough to warrant our attention and stop us in our tracks.

The mates comprised a heavily gravid, deep-red Direfenri and her masculine, grey counterpart. He was Róstran’s size, and she was taller and more muscular than me, which made the heterogeneity between his and her heights even more blatant. It was conspicuous who was dominant in this instance, perhaps even their entire relationship; he tied his arms and legs with rope as he sat on a chair, and she wore a fake penis around her waist. His mouth was wrapped shut, although the visible expressions on his physiognomy sufficiently conveyed how he felt as she tugged his leash and collar while going down on his penis.

And the Direfenri plummeted hard on her husband’s cock. Just watching her exploit her weight and muscles caused me to wince and pray she wouldn’t break his bones down there. Her toy on her muliebrity meant the only logical choice for him to penetrate her was her anus. He had tears in his eyes, and she grinned at the gathered audience, including me and my family.

“Would you look at that, mutt?” The Direfenri spoke. “I guess all these people want to see how much of an effeminate pussy you are. Allow me to show them how much of a male you truly are.”

The Direfenri got off her spouse and walked to his back, kicking him to the snow. He face-planted, and she held him with one foot while pulling his leash. Her other free hand lifted his nether halfway off the snowy pavement by one leg, straddling his buttocks. She sheathed her faux phallus inside his rectum in one thrust. I saw him blush, so I conjectured he consented and was into what she had in store for him as I surreptitiously tended to my needs, imagining the spoliation on his groin if he pulled her tail. I immediately thought of Lárus when I went that far, and the horror snapped some sense back into it.

“How does it feel to know that these people are aware you’re the bottom bitch, mongrel?” The Direfenri aggressively inquired as she vigorously went down on her husband while choking him. “I like how you appear, but perhaps I should make you wear something that will really tell the world of who claims you.”

“Fgmkfergemsf,” the epicene Fenri tried to speak.

“What’s worse is the person dominating you shouldn’t be capable of doing this while being so pregnant.”

“Faer, this is so hot,” mom enunciated.

My mother wasn’t the only one aroused by the lascivious, bruising thrusts into the wimpy Fenri’s asshole. I felt my nectar start to agglutinate my underwear, and I smelled the hormones spiking from everybody in the enthralled horde, picking up Róstran’s scent the most. I observed the bantam spouse’s penis discharge precum as if he ejaculated for real, so the Direfenri must’ve pushed all the right buttons so far without needing to give him a handjob.

The Direfenri eventually surceased perforating her husband’s tail-hole, although I surmised he wasn’t out of the woods yet. How long did she subject him to her sinew already, I wondered, observing the fresh bruises on him. She forcefully pulled his head up and curved it upward.

“Enjoying your birthday gift so far, pussy-bitch?” The Direfenri asked with a more sultry tone, and the male Fenri nodded as best as possible. She osculated him passionately before untying his mouth. “I’ll permit you to get fresh air, but you keep that muzzle of yours in check.”

“Yes, honey,” the spouse responded with actual words.

The wife didn’t appreciate the reply as she forced her spouse to do a full split, and she crouched over his liberated maw, holding his jaw open. “It appears someone needs to wash his mouth. Allow me to assist.”

The Direfenri thrust straight down until her fake cock went deep into the spouse’s throat, her swollen breasts and tumescent omphalos bouncing from the force. Her upper appendages held his head in place while giving him the full taste of his ass, which was still gross and somewhat libidinous to me. Drool hung from his lips, appearing inebriated from bliss as she fucked his visage. He soon reached up and squeezed one of her hands, and I watched her thrust several more times before pulling out, releasing his face.

I watched the dark-red wife crouch until she was face-to-face with her husband's dick. He leaked precum from his urethra luxuriantly, pooling onto her two hands cupped together until it overflowed. She lifted them up and tilted them to her mouth, and the pellucid, briny fluid flowed into her lips in one of the most salacious acts I had witnessed so far, licking her digits after.

“I’m glad you savored my present for two hours straight,” the Direfenri spoke approvingly, wagging her tail.

“Does this mean it’s time, mistress?” The spouse asked, sounding like he yearned for release, and his tail wagged energetically.

“We’re close but not there yet, mutt. However, it is time for a cooling off period.”

The wife’s version of a cooldown meant she retrieved an item from their pile of stuff, inserting it into her mate’s pucker. I heard him yip after she flipped a switch. The cruel demeanor from her was gone, replaced by a nurturing side as she had him lay on her lap and she gripped his penis. More pre dribbled from the acicular tip as she stroked his shaft, smearing the genital fluid on her hand. The firm caresses elicited audible moans from him, which made her grin.

The small Fenri writhed and moaned loudly and fugaciously as the hulking Direfenri flipped the second switch on the toy and exuberantly stroked his cock. Heavy virile, clear ejections from his penis slit shot out like she was milking an udder. She aggrandized her strokes, quickly retarding them and the plug in his rectum, which caused him to whine furiously. The vacillation was another form of torture, in my opinion, until he made the one critical mistake that caused her to stop entirely.

“Honey,” he drawled the whine out.

“What did you say, bitch?” The wife inquired, starting to get up. The vindictive side took control over her husky physique.

“Uhhh,” the husband drawled out as he realized the error he made. No one dared to intervene, not even me, because of the wanton show and not desiring a physical conflict from his inamorata.

“I thought so.”

The brawny wife pulled the plug out of her lover’s anus, tossing it to the pile. He yelped as she lifted him by his tail, and she guided her strap-on to his rump’s aperture. She penetrated him exactly as before, adding puissant slaps on his glutes. The strikes were more stentorian than when she collided against his posterior, and the agony didn’t torment him, putting him in a beatific daze instead. His lungs must’ve been working overtime to keep up with his rampant loud exhalations, and she coincidentally pulled him by his tail as she pushed forward.

Watching the two reminded me of Klaryse in the pornographic books if she and her mate traded heritages. My hands were soaked with my arousal, realizing they were in my pants.

I beheld the effeminate Fenri’s pecker being swollen and turning color from the concupiscent abuse on his rump. I doubt there was no way to stymie the fertile eruption any longer. She must’ve thought the same way as she viewed his erection because she drastically alleviated the torment in his rectum to nothing. Did the wife relent and hand him the reins? The answer was obvious as she forcibly placed him in a recumbent position, squatting above his prick.

The enceinte Direfenri still had complete control despite taking her inamorato’s penis in her ass. She pulled on the leash, and his size and flexibility made it possible to forcefully impel him to suck her artificial dick concurrently. I saw her descents become slower and stronger, assuming she attempted to get the knot within her sphincter, but it was in vain.

At long last, the male Fenri climaxed despite not completing the link. It was a potent crescendo in terms of his roaring vocals and the copious amount of semen. Thick droplets of cum eructed from the gestating wife’s asshole, going everywhere on the pavement. I kept thinking each pulsation was the final, but more kept coming, showing no signs of decreasing. His output got into the range considered below average to slightly below normal for a regular, macho Direfenri. The jizz finally reduced to a fast trickle, a raging stream after a heavy deluge of precipitation. Surely, this must be the end, I thought. Boy, was I wrong when I saw her sat on his face a couple minutes later in prime position for a sixty-nine.

“Start licking, mongrel,” she ordered, tugging tightly on the leash, and she leaned forward to her girly lover’s phallus to suck on it. The expecting wife naturally finished first, waiting for him to finish. I was disgusted by him lapping away at her anus, yet I was in awe at how much jizz came out of her hole regardless of the lack of seal. They marked their lewd session’s conclusion by kissing each other, and I witnessed them swap sperm orally between them. “Are you alright? How was my birthday present?”

The macho spouse nodded. “Couldn’t be happier. How lucky am I for all of my kinks to align themselves on this day and for having a wife to letting me indulge in them together.” He winced as he sat up. “I’ll be sore for a month.”

The Direfenri went and picked up their items and returned, lifting her husband in a cradle position. “Come on, my little æksý,” she cooed to him while walking away while members of the horde cheered and whistled their felicitations, “let me make you some gurinsúlböð back at home.”

I observed the tiny Fenri beam brightly. “Oh hell yes.” The crowd dispersed once he and his hulking, pregnant wife disappeared.

“Fuck, that was so raunchy and erotic,” mom commented. Her pussy displayed all visible indicators of being turned on. I couldn’t blame her because I also emanated arousal. “We better get going.”

“You try to score every opportunity you can get to Brýngerður’s shop,” Lárus uttered.

Mom clicked her tongue. “You can bet your tail on that, Lárus.”

We arrived at Brýngerður’s emporium just as a couple of Fenri exited. The pair was young, like it formed during the most recent Mating Ceremony. The female wore nothing, but her masculine mate had black panties covering his inguinal region and buttocks. The design was insipid, except for the petals on the waistband. I unintentionally ran into Róstran and startled him, and he briefly shot forward to catch up with the group.

Mom went to where Brýngerður was without waiting for the rest of the group to catch up. I heard her compliment Brýngerður’s appearance, and I got a decent view to know she referred to Brýngerður’s lingerie, which was in one piece, as I ambulated to her. It was ash-grey with lots of vines in the design. They palavered about current events, random gossip, and what was going on in their lives, and Brýngerður had a smirk that told me she couldn’t wait to give the next bit of information.

“I got terrific news for you, Hlédís.”

“You got the latest releases for me to try on?”

Brýngerður shook her head, grinning even wider. “Even better.”

I noticed mom’s eyes enlarge as the next likely guess sank in. “No way. You and Hylur are-” She didn’t finish her sentence.

Brýngerður smiled even more as she nodded. “Mmm-hmm. We are expecting our next litter of pups.” She and mom both squealed stridently.

Mom reached over the counter to latch on to Brýngerður’s shoulders, and Brýngerður reciprocated, both jumping excitedly for several seconds. “Congratulations. How long have you known?”

“Two days ago. My heat wasn’t active for the second month in a row, and I didn’t bleed from my vagina either, so Hylur and I sought Tandri, and Tandri confirmed I was pregnant.” I heard more squeals.

“I figured you two were attempting to have another litter. All the hard work finally paid off.”

“Of course I savored each good dicking from him during that time, which was all of them.” Brýngerður closed her eyes and hummed warmly, possibly thinking about the future fucks from Hylur. “You’re here to sample and purchase some underwear.”

“You know me too much.”

“How can I not as a business owner and friend? You know where all the treats are. Have at them.”

I followed mom to where she took me the first time I came here, noticing my brother and stepbrothers went off on their own. She took bras, panties, and sexy lingeries, enthusiastic at trying them on and giggling like a hyperactive pup. They were the ones that couldn’t fit her initially because she was gestating back then. I quickly stripped while she donned the first undergarment, unconcerned about the other patrons in the store.

Mom behaved like she tried to give the best shots to her audience in a fashion show, presenting herself in a myriad of poses when she wore a set of underwear. Even her denudation had a sultry tone. I swore she deliberately took her time at choosing her next racy attire to flaunt her pink ring and slit. She was still atingle by the rough, perfervid display of love demonstrated publicly earlier because her clitoris was exposed, her labia were swollen, and her vulva glistened from the secretions.

I scoured through the seductive array and selected the ones I wanted to try on without my mother’s influence, admiring myself in a nearby mirror. I tossed some to mom that I believed she would appear attractive in or downright evocative and titillating, and she requited me equivalently. We got into a playful contest of who could first find the best undergarment for each other. It was no contest of who had more provocative poses, so I didn't attempt to commence that war with her.

When I tried her latest suggestion, I declared mom the victor and inspected my reflection. The bra and panty were dark blue, and no fabric on the panty covered my hips— only a string. They were redolent of a bikini, except the back was lace. The blend of skimpy and modest was a perfect balance to spice up everyday wear and titillate someone like Gellir… or my naked brother as Lárus appeared in the mirror as I steamily caressed the part of my buttocks exposed by the cheeky design.

“Looking sexy, sis,” Lárus complimented.

I covered my breasts and crotch with my hands. “Lárus!”

My brother chuckled as he got closer to me. “That underwear suits you, Kaera, although you would appear attractive in any pair you try on.”

I tried to hide my blush. “Thanks, Lárus.”

Mom showed up in the nude, holding a lingerie she wanted to purchase. “I’d like to wear one more thing before leaving.”

“Kaera and I can look for Róstran, Dágfárik, and Rýnaki while you do,” Lárus offered.

“I like that suggestion.” I hastily took off the dark blue undergarments, handing them to mom. “I take it you want to buy those?”

“Yes, please,” I responded, and mom took the underwear.

I gathered my clothes before joining my twin brother, taking ephemeral lacunas to don them on. I looked at all the offerings as we searched for our stepbrothers, imagining Gellir’s reaction from sluggishly stripping my vestments in front of the white Direfenri. We quickly found Róstran in the isles of erotic, epicene underwear, and he swiftly and clumsily placed a teal panty in its spot.
“Mom wants all of us together,” Lárus spoke.

“Alright,” Róstran stammered, appearing nervous.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“You sure?” Róstran answered my catechization by quickly nodding. “You know there’s nothing wrong if you’re interested in wearing panties.”

“I am not!” Róstran took a second to reduce his paroxysm. “I was merely returning it to its original spot. You know I execrate misplaced items.” He hastily marched away from my twin sibling and me. “Let’s look for Dágfárik and Rýnaki.”

“Is it just me, or was Róstran being so defensive about wearing a different gender’s underwear?” Lárus asked me.

“You’re not the only one, but we shouldn’t press it further right now,” I responded. A thought occurred in my head despite my attempts to avoid anything that could set me on the perilous path to my brother, and I had a mischievous expression. “You could wear a bra and a panty in the future to show Róstran there’s no shame in crossdressing.”

Lárus snorted. “It’s going to take way more than that to barely chisel a scratch in my resistance. We should catch up unless we want to start from scratch.”

We caught up to Róstran, and the three of us soon located the two stepbrothers, stopping in our tracks. They had panties on, and Dágfárik appeared more embarrassed than Rýnaki despite everyone else being pococurante while walking by. Rýnaki’s girly underwear was cyan with pink flowers at the front, and it covered his sides more than my future dark blue set. I had enough of Rýnaki’s right side to know the back half was lace and cheeky like mine. Dágfárik’s effeminate undergarment was a red thong with petals and black hearts, and no lace was part of the design. The crimson panty did a subpar job at holding Dágfárik’s erection as the fleshy rod protruded straight. I heard Róstran pant excitedly beside me, and mom appeared behind us and whistled approvingly.

“You two look great,” mom enunciated. “What’s with the interest?”

“We’re doing this because we both lost a bet from our group of friends,” Dágfárik answered.

“That probably means you want to buy them?”

“Yes, because they want physical proof we did it.”

“Say no more.” Mom extended her left hand, palm facing up. “Hand the panties over.”

“I’d like to keep the panties on if you don’t mind,” Rýnaki spoke. “I’ll keep the price tag on until after purchase.”

“Certainly.”

“If Rýnaki is keeping his panties on, then I’m doing it too,” Dágfárik responded begrudgingly.

“Then it’s settled.”

Brýngerður looked delighted when she beheld the two stepbrothers in feminine knickers. “It always brings me delight when I see new males becoming abecedarians with their girly sides.”
After purchasing the girly, intimate attires, my family and I stepped outside, and the stepbrothers took a moment to adjust to the notion of showing they were crossdressers to the public. Mom had one more destination on her itinerary. A spa opened near Brýngerður’s store, and she wanted to know if the rave reviews were true.

We arrived at the spa, and it was serendipitous that Ásyvör came coincidently. She immediately grabbed Lárus by the arm, pulling him away from us. Mom paid for herself and for the rest of us, reserving a private, heated pool because we heard a loud raucous from the public area.
Dágfárik and Rýnaki uncovered their sheathes, penises, and testicles once we entered our secluded sanctuary, tossing the panties with our items. Mom dove in and floated on her back, waiting for everyone, minus Lárus, to join her. They did a cannonball while I waded into the water. Róstran was more reluctant to skinny-dip like the rest of us, so all he did was sit on the edge, dipping his feet into the pool.

The manmade body of water was the warmest, most soothing pool I ever swam in, beating out my house and easily better than the school. I felt a few droplets land on me as I exploited my buoyancy, tilting my head back to observe my stepbrothers splashing water at each other. I joined the puerile war by sending a surge of water at them. We sent wave after watery wave at each other, just like what we did on my birthday. I held on my own, but the superior numbers tended to give the advantage to the side that had them, which was my stepbrothers. Dágfárik made a fatal error by accidentally giving mom the full brunt of his attack, causing her to stand at my side.

“Shall we teach those boys a lesson?” Mom offered.

“Yes,” I answered, baring my fangs.

It was now a battle between the sexes. Actually, it was a slaughter by the pure Direfenri against the mostly regular Fenri. Mom’s attacks were more of a tidal wave than a small splash, and Róstran relocated as soon as the surges got bigger and more violent. The stepbrothers realized the tide turned against them, getting overwhelmed before capitulating.

The door opened, and an employee delivered a tray, placing it near the pool on a table. Mom and I swam to it while Róstran walked, hoisting ourselves out of the water. Her eyes and mine lit up as we described scented body washes and oils that temporarily replaced body odor with a mellifluous scent. I poured a viscid liquid that had an aroma of pumpkin onto my hand, and it foamed as I slathered it over my arms.

Another set of hands touched the back of my shoulders, and it belonged to mom. I relished the sinew in her fingers, deliquescing the tension in my muscles, and it brought back memories of her bathing me and Lárus at the lake near the shitty shack. My bones and knots cracked, and one of them caused me to exhale with relief. She went lower, and I was confused why she was at my buttocks, basically caressing my pussy, pucker, and perineum. I felt my nether lips parting away.

“Why don’t you smother me with this firm ass of yours, you hulking beast?” Mom growled sultrily, sounding like she was sleepwalking.

“Mom,” I sternly articulated to warn her in case she thought I was dad for some reason.

My voice must’ve disrupted mom’s stargaze. “Huh… oh shit.” She swiftly created a gap between her digits and my fundament. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s alright. I didn’t mind it, but you acted like I was dad and were about to do something if I was him. I just wanted to make sure you intended it for me or him.”

“You’re right. The intercourse from earlier must’ve triggered my heat, the first cycle since recently giving birth, and it’s intoxicating me right now.” Mom went to the shut door. “I’ll be back.”

I turned and discerned Róstran by the platter of body wash, holding a vial in the air. “Something interesting, Róstran?”

“I just found it.” Róstran held the vial out with the label facing me.

“Lavender?”

“It’s my favorite.”

“You want some on?”

Róstran appeared like he dreaded what was required. “I have to be naked.”

“That, and your body has to be wet.”

“Per-fect. Can you turn around, please?” Róstran asked before I could say I wasn’t forcing him.

“Uh— sure.”

I waited until I heard Róstran jump into the pool. “Not yet, Kaera.” My back continued to face him, listening to the water dripping as he pulled himself out. “Now, you may look. And can you lather me with some of the lavender?”

“Certainly.”

I was glad Róstran made progress in being nude with other people without any agita, even if the progression was dilatory. He had a cute butt, and he should take pride in his svelte physique and lighter fur. Muscles shouldn’t be the defining factor of attractiveness. I was about to place some soap on him when mom showed up with a long, thick dildo, kicking the door shut.

“This should do the trick,” mom uttered. She paused as she saw me with Róstran, who was naked. “I’m glad you two are doing some more bonding.” She went to being phlegmatic as she passed us and sat at the pool’s perimeter with her feet in the water, shoving the wanton toy in her vagina. “Faer, that’s the stuff.”

I resumed where I left off while hearing mom masturbate, starting with Róstran’s head. The foamy substance adhered to his fur and turned white as my fingers went to his skin. I traipsed my hands to his neck.

“Mmm— that’s the stuff,” Róstran groaned jubilantly. “I almost forgot what this felt like.”

“You did this with someone else?” I inquired, thinking of an individual. “Was it with Svanhæri?”

“Yes,” Róstran became slightly melancholic, “and she loved pumpkin.”

“Oh.” I figured I was encroaching on sensitive ground, so I ceased rubbing the lavender-scented oil on Róstran.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I thought I was bringing up unpleasant memories.”

“Please continue.”

Róstran sounded earnest about wanting me to continue, so I did. I went all over his back, shoulders, head, and front, mindful of the distance between his genitals and anus and my hands. He was surprisingly and fairly well-toned for a lithesome Fenri as I perceived his muscles. He may consider himself a runt, but I believed other Fenri were even below average than him— and those markings on him. “What else can you tell me about your sister?”

“Let’s see. She was like you: tall, sweet, caring, and not timorous to bash some skulls when necessary. She knew my secrets.”

I took a little offense to that, creating an abeyance in the wash. “You don’t trust me?”

“You’re getting there— both you and… Lárus. Please end the interregnum.” I acquiesced and dug my fingers into Róstran’s fur. “Svanhæri and I did pretty much everything together. She was more than my sister; she was my best friend and shield.”

I conjectured that any more prodding into his past related to his akin siblings would open old wounds, so I went on a tangent. “What do you think about Manasína?

Róstran tilted his head at me just a smidgen. “You already know my valuation of her.”

“Yeah, but she share’s similar interests and sort of wants to be with you.”

“I don’t mind being around her. However, I don’t want that effervescent, ostentatious ball with me constantly from my Mating Ceremony to my quietus.”

“What are you looking for, then?”

“I doubt any of them would be exultant if I selected anyone— not that it matters anyway.”

“Nonsense,” mom uttered as she vigorously and repeatedly shoved the dildo in her pussy. “You’ll be surprised at how many fish you’ll attract when you cast yourself as the bait. Give it a try.”

I thought about the markings on his figure.“You know, I bet those markings on your body will get females eating out of your fingertips should you show them to anyone.”

“And now you’re on jeopardous territory, Kaera.”

I winced in chagrin. “Sorry.” I got several more minutes of washing Róstran after I hugged him as an apology. I rested against the perimeter while Róstran dangled his feet in the water, zoning out to the sounds of mom thrusting down on the dildo with all the sinew she had.

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I suddenly sensed my back was on a softer surface, a towering individual once I felt breasts. Conjecturing only one person in the room possessed mammillae, regardless of the lump of mass between her legs, I glanced up to stare at mom. “Mom!”

Mom silenced me by osculating my lips for a few seconds before creating a bantam gap. “Shh— just relax. It’ll ease the tension in your muscles.

The kiss resumed, and mom covered my bosom with her right arm. I perceived her left metacarpus travel down my body until it rested on my belly. I moaned from the rubs on my stomach and the squeezes on my tits. My muscles became tender while my nipples got harder. I yipped as she tugged and released my teats.

“Mmm— that’s it. Let mommy do all the work.”

I slowly slid into the water from mom’s tender touches. Then, I shot out, sensing her metacarpus on my belly, touching my vulva. Her fingers were from a goddess in another religion as they perforated my vagina. My vocal expressions of approbation never escaped our interlocked lips. I gyrated my hips and thrust them forward while she held me back. The two sources of ecstasy inflamed my concupiscence.

Mom gave me the freedom to shift my body, and I turned to face her. I went to caress her muliebrity as quittance to her treatment towards me, widening my eyes when I perceived a virile mass. They went down, beholding a strap-on around her waist, and they immediately went to her visage with a perplexed expression.

“Mom?”

I saw her grin at me. “Yes?”

“What’s this for?” I catechized, tugging the faux phallus.

“Your treatment.”

My ears twitched. “Treatment?”

Mom nodded slowly once. “A certain individual wanted me to warm you up, and he mentioned to stretch your pussy out.”

I snorted. “I can handle his cock. He’s not going for my anus anyway.”

“True he’s going for the conventional approach, but even your vagina can’t handle his penis without some stretches.”

Mom flipped me away from her, hoisting me until I straddled her artificial dong. I felt it glide effortlessly between my labia, yet I only got an aperitive portion of her strength. Each time it touched, my clitoris emitted blithe coruscations, tiny sparks that only titillated me further. She snickered as if she relished my struggle to obtain a larger sample. The strength and skill she exploited were sufficient to stymie my words of demurral against her tantalizing me as she assaulted my amorous node for minutes. I could only huff or grit my teeth.

A complaisant gift to me arrived in the form of a generous caesura in the teasing— or so I thought. Just as I was about to bellyache to my mother about the erotic torture, I gasped and winced from the salacious toy stuffing my vagina. The puissance I gathered from my pearl paled in comparison to mom’s vigor directly applied to my amatory orifice. Being a female had no salient difference in her libidinous power as a pure Direfenri compared to a masculine counterpart. The water was in a tumult, my breasts bouncing vertically as she bred me like a male determined to sire pups. Her hips tenderized my rump, and I suspected if she possessed a dyad of testicles in some fashion, I would get another bruise.

My twat expanded and imploded as fast as the false dick slipped in and out. It instinctively clenched on it, although it considered any entity within it an actual penis.

“Fuck… mom,” I uttered through the blissful miasma.

“Aroo,” mom howled with enjoyment. “I could acclimate to topping my partners like this.”

“There may be a potion that swaps genitals,” I grunted while mom pounded my groin.

“Or just grow a dick above my pussy— I still want more pups.”

My intoxicated mind remembered that mom and I weren’t alone in the room as she tended to my snatch. I glanced over and noticed Róstran watching us have coitus with interest. His hands were underneath the water, but the movement of his arms and contortions on his countenance connoted he was choking the chicken. I glanced at Rýnaki and Dágfárik, who were in their panties, observing them dangle their feet in the water. Our intercourse also mesmerized them, although they were brazen in how they dealt with their horny desires. They audaciously stroked each other’s cocks.

Then, Rýnaki dragooned Dágfárik into a supine position, plopping his fundament on Dágfárik's physiognomy. I knew what body part Dágfárik licked on him, although he took a different approach. He shoved the panties aside, opting for the identical aperture on his consanguineous sibling. Dágfárik's penis got stimulation from his hands instead until it ejaculated right as he climaxed coevally. Their virilities weren't spent as they stood up, and Dágfárik impaled his saturated anus.

Mom got me to reach my crescendo once before she pulled out of my pussy and switched to my backdoor. My pucker capitulated to the ersatz foreigner, and she impelled me to ambulate toward my stepbrothers. The force made me and Rýnaki collide with each other, skewering my vagina with his spear in the process. Rýnaki's dick was familiar, so I had a foundation to reasonably guesstimate how it felt inside me, placing it beneath my cognate brother's penis.

I relished the minutes and few orgasms that went by while mom treated me like a bitch. She could match any male that could tend to most of my lascivious needs with her strap-on, so it got more onerous to justify having a macho Fenri as a mate other than the law and being unable to savor the fecund cream in my nether orifices.

Mom's influence compelled me to leave the stepbrothers after my fourth orgasm, and Róstran took over while they fornicated with each other. He pleasured me with his tongue, cumulating the semen flowing from me. A white foam formed on his lips as he surceased to insufflate his lungs. She thrust his head deep inside my snatch, causing me to howl beatifically and inundate his visage with my nectar.

My legs bent to my head after I rested on mom's omphalos, and Róstran seized the opening to guide his penis into my nether lips while she tenderized my rump. He went as vigorously as her, giving me the vibes of my twin brother. My eyes bulged, and the air escaped my lungs as swiftly as it entered.

"Harder!" I obsecrated. "Breed me harder!”

I meant the obtestation for Róstran, but mom took it as my imprimatur for her, too. They both aggrandized their forces, getting dangerously redolent of the time when Lárus went berserk. I felt two dyads of laniaries on my skin, yet they were cognizant of their surroundings. My eyes happily watered as I descended into the blissful abysm. Both of my apertures tightly clenched around the acicular invaders, struggling like an obstreperous Mountain Bull to not let a single portion pull out. My vagina imploded on Róstran's cock as he gave his hefty payload of spunk.

Mom exercised her sinew as an unadulterated Direfenri to lift me off the floor, still bending my legs to my cranium. Róstran was still attached to my slit, and he was an oversexed rabbit possessed by a succubus in how he pounded my groin. My paunch was tumescent from subjecting itself to a cornucopia of semen from his multiple climaxes. At the same time, I got my sixth and seventh crescendos-- a ratio of two of his hefty orgasms to get me to cum once.

Mom finally stopped as I neared my eighth climax, and I sensed the false cock slide out of my vagina. “Get ready, Kaera,” she murmured near my left ear. She pulled Róstran out of my pussy and threw him away, dislodging a barrier to a salty, mucilaginous reservoir.

“For what?” I inquired, befuddled by hallucinating a beatific miasma from the orgasms while my mother led me to the pool and sat my feet into the water. My mother shook some sense into me, and I instantly noticed a reason right as she tilted my head back, forced my muzzle wide open, and shoved her strap-on straight down my larynx.

A white figure swam to me underwater. I soon sensed a tongue on my twat. It slithered further in, tickling the parts within. Several bubbles popped on the surface, and the pygmy area adjoining my belly became termagant as I held the head to my crotch, thrusting my hips.

I felt a pair of metacarpi latch onto my legs and suddenly went under. The culprit was Gellir once the legion of bantam bubbles evanesced, giving me a clear sight, and he was in sky-blue panties. After he gesticulated an order to follow him, I swam behind him, transfixed on quite a large tent at his inguinal region. Apparently, the pool had a recondite passage near where the two stepbrothers were. We entered it, discovering it was long when half a minute passed without descrying an exit. It had a few turns, and I felt a slight burn form in my lungs once I surfaced in the sequestered chamber, swimming to the edge.

Gellir sat and parted his legs. “When you’re ready.”

I needed no further clarification as I pressed my lips onto Gellir's protuberance. I suckled on the glans and acicular tip, swirling my tongue around while the urethra leaked precum into the fabric, and my hands heartily jerked his endowment. My tongue and fingers danced all over his penis, making him grunt, huff, and sigh contently. His testicles gradually took more of my focus until I had one hand on them with the other remaining on his penis, both metacarpi entering through the openings for his legs. I twisted his shaft as I jerked downwards. He gestured for me to advance to the next stage, so I put my head through the panties.

I licked Gellir’s shaft down to his sheath, stretching the flab of skin aside. I got a concentrated, unadulterated, undiluted dose of his essence on my tongue. The musk triggered my heat as it persisted through my licks. I capitulated and treated his balls with my mouth next, marveling at the large, virile couple once my tongue touched his scrotum. Handling one of them was the most doable option; I vacillated between his left and right gonads, although I ensured I thoroughly coated each of them with drivel.

Gellir squeezed the back of my head, so I looked at him, observing him commanding me by pantomime to suck his fleshy rod. My mouth encapsulated his tip, adding more of his manly appendage. I followed the rudimentary routine I concocted from the multifarious teachings I lucubrated from, whirling my head around while I bobbed up and down and perceived the waistband. His macho orbs still had my metacarpi tending to them. Then, they transmigrated quickly to his knot as soon he displayed signs of an upcoming crescendo. I squeezed and jerked it to a rhythm while sucking his penis vigorously.

The fecund flood engulfed my countenance once the initial spates filled my maw and forced me to insufflate my lungs. I stood firm, closing my eyes while the salty rain rained on me. Every burst was the most intimate award Gellir could give me. I opened them up to see his visage, but it morphed suddenly into somebody else, filling me with shock while perceiving mom’s howls.

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I looked around the pool, still hearing mom’s squeals. It took a moment to realize I had a daydream. I sank into the water in chagrin until my lips touched the surface, supplicating to Faer that I didn’t masturbate at all in real life, or at least I did it surreptitiously enough that no one noticed. Faer, how embarrassed would I be if I actually howled or produced other lubricous vocals in real life as I did in my fantasy and vociferated wanton words? My eyes furtively darted between the other occupants, slowly concluding I was clear.

“Whew!” Mom huffed. “That hit the spot.” My stupefaction became captivated at how saturated the dildo was once she removed it from her vagina. The fluid dripped like it just vacated the pool.

Our reserved time expired, so my family and I had to vacate unless we wanted to stay in the public section, and mom took a flower to stick on her head while we gathered our items. The two stepbrothers got their panties back on. Lárus was delighted when she went and dragged him out soaking wet, and I snapped my head to the receptionist when I possibly heard an insult about her faith. The hiemal air was more frigid to notice the change, although the Fenri’s naturally pilose body made it a minor inconvenience. The day started to come to an end, so we headed to our carriage, and I was unsuccessful at finding the perfume Ingileif showed me. We left the Red Zone, going past the graveyard that was home to the deceased youthful Fenri, and my twin sibling held one of my hands.

“Is that one of the girls that hangs with you and Manasína?” My brother asked me, pointing at the entity.

I looked at where he gesticulated, descrying a familiar golden-brown Fenri. “That’s Hjálmveig. I wonder why she’s there.”

“Does she have any siblings?”

“I don’t believe she ever mentioned about having brothers and/or sisters.” I observed Hjálmveig looking in our general direction.

“Kaera… Lárus, let’s go,” mom shouted from a distance.
