Chapter 45: Riding Out the Storm

(Drecksa 1st, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

I bestirred on my bed and opened my eyes, perceiving the hiemal climate in full force. My mood took an iota turn towards melancholy once I was cognizant about the vacuous, disturbed space adjoining me. Lárus was not in my room. I happily thumped my tail when the door opened and he entered, struggling to lock it. He picked up several pictures, placed them on my bed, and ensconced on it in the exact spot.

“What are these?” I catechized, lifting one drawing up.

“Just something Róstran helped me with for quite some time,” Lárus answered, leaning backwards on his arm.

My maw opened, my vulva burned and became moist, and my concupiscence spiked as I flipped a picture over. “Ooo— it’s my sexy stud of my brother and future mate.”

Lárus nodded, delighted by my reaction. “I had Róstran draw and paint me in a myriad of poses either in a few underwear, including a jockstrap, or naked. That way, you can have pornographic pictures of me and be even.”

“Even though we progressed way beyond and do so much more between us than merely masturbating to wanton pictures of us.” We froze from our parents’ rough, bestial sex.

“I still admire the drawings of you periodically.” Lárus looked at the clock. “It’s the next day, so dad must be claiming his reward.”

I sultrily licked my lips, grabbing his penis. “In that case.”

The first picture I selected showed my brother in his usual undergarments, this one being light blue in chromaticity with the fabric going down his legs a smidgen. Pretty basic yet a superb substratum to sit the lubricious tone, and it was also felicific. I descried him flaunting himself to the viewer, the pygmy residuum of his smirk commixing with his smile. His natural, sinewy, well-proportioned physique gave him the ammo to backup his nonverbal gasconade and hypnotic coquetry to entice the viewer to partake on an indelible, orgiastic odyssey.

My libido aggrandized from the second picture as I cajoled precum out of Lárus’s pecker. The artwork had him on his knees and turned to his side. He pulled his underwear outward and an iota down to reveal his pubic fur. A diminutive taste of his package conveyed by the prominent tumescence on his inguinal region from the previous photo. His amatory, salacious grin made me lick my lips.

I flipped the third picture over, and it showed my brother perching on the edge of his bed with his arms behind his head, still grinning. The fly on his underwear was open, allowing his sheath and testicles to obtrude through, and he spread his legs. I noticed the lilliputian bead of pre extravasate from his urethra and the exposed acicular tip.

“Ooo,” I erotically drawled out, pointing at the crystalline, liquid virility. “Is that what I think it is?”

Lárus held the picture closer to his physiognomy. “It is. I guess I was more aroused than I thought when I posed erotically in front of Róstran. You know, the longer I stare at these drawings, the more I admire his ability to capture the smallest of details.”

“You and him are adroit in that and more in drawing.” I jumped and sharply insufflated my lungs when my connate sibling caressed my vulva. “Ok, you’re just showing off,” I uttered after reaching for the fourth photo, showing it to him.

“How can I not when I have this frame?” Lárus inquired, elongating his arms. “Especially when I’m flaunting for my mate-to-be who is currently holding my penis.” He osculated me on the lips.

The fourth picture was Lárus in the jockstrap he wore for the Mettevéúrokkig games, and he was meretricious at brandishing his figure. The pouch for his dick couldn’t hold his erection, so he pitched a large tent, and I discerned glimpses of his masculine organs. He flexed his sinew. The following series of tableaus was him showing his thews and bewitching grin in variegated poses. I got satisfactory views of his scintillating boner especially when he turned to his sides. Róstran nailed at capturing the precum that made Lárus’s prick effulgent.

A permutation occurred in the last half of the photos my cognate brother sent to me. He was blatant at parading his frame in the first half while being amiable, seductive, and enthralling. The trace of lecherousness was in the background. Now, he profligately and conspicuously made the licentiousness into the cynosure in the proceeding pictures. He was on his knees with his butt facing Róstran, who captured his anus, ballsack, and a portion of his cock through the opening in his jockstrap.

His penis took more of the limelight, especially when he rested on his hands and feet with his back facing the ground and shoved the undergarment’s pouch aside. I noticed the gradual upsurge in precum from the wanton succession, indicating he masturbated during the modeling. The underwear obfuscated while his dick incandesced.

Anon, the images had my twin sibling naked and unabashed about jerking his member. The poses were exact from before except deficient in any clothing. My eyes avariciously ingurgitated the final drawing. Most of the previous photos were worthy to proffer to the company behind the lewd books we had. The last would indubitably make the cut. He ejaculated all over himself, one of the most popular and craveable parts in pornography.

“Holy shit,” I uttered, stupefied.

“I knew you would relish them,” Lárus responded with a toothy smile.

“How long did it take you and Róstran to finish these?” I realized there was a long caesura in jacking my brother off, so I resumed.

Lárus groaned from the handjob. “A long time, especially when I waited to become your lover, so I didn’t masturbate for the final photos until after we agreed to be future mates.”

“Damn,” I drawled out, amazed at the clandestine project’s duration. “Did Róstran get any honorarium from you?”

Lárus looked at me for a few seconds, probably wondering what I uttered before shaking his head. “No, I didn’t reward him.”

“So, he spent all of that time most likely aroused when you flaunted your sexy body for the drawings.”

“That was before I knew he was attracted to me. Róstran does deserve something in return soon.”

“And probably assist in boosting his aplomb,” I replied, glancing between Lárus and the pictures.

We perceived our parents howling from an orgasm. “Well, looking at Róstran’s masterpieces with you made me horny.”

I nodded in concurrence. “Ditto. I suspect our parents would be too sedulous at releasing dad’s sperm from his testicles, so we can do more than oral tonight, and you can tie me”
“Hell yeah!”

I lay on my right side, shuddering as Lárus shoved his hot meat into my rectum. We improved on letting his knot inflate outside my vagina and cum in my uterus without tying me. However, I, and most definitely him, savored the intimate vinculum created by the copulation’s crescendo. My left mammillae turned toward him, going straight inside his muzzle. Despite being awhile since he last left his seed in any of my nether orifices, he still added the fervid, gentle passion to his celerity.

We barely fornicated before my connatural brother had me on his lap. I fucked him enough to know he handed control to me. His hands on my hips further underlined what I conjectured. I phlegmatically slid my ass down his penis, gyrating my nether region with the fleshy spire inside me. Lárus had easy access to my breasts, so he moved his metacarpi to them once he knew I acknowledged his message.

I tilted my head to my left and stared amorously at Lárus. I bopped him on the snout for his attention when he went to suckle on my bosoms. He quickly looked at me, and I pressed my lips against his mouth. The amorous sparks flew as he was convivial to the kiss and remunerated it coequally with his warm expression, and I scratched his head with my left hand. We osculated until our lungs impetrated us to surcease.

Lárus incrementally added his thrusts to my declinations. I had an inclination he was near his erotic apogee and agog at stuffing me with his knot and sperm just by how he transfixed my fundament with his pecker. My hips were the locus of his hands’ assiduities, expanding the duration of the bulbous portion contacting my pink ring. His fleshy spear twitched inside me, moistening my anhydrous anal passage with precum.

I still maintained the most control despite Lárus’s importunity to ejaculate in my anus. I beheld the struggle in his eyes— how quixotic of him. I admired his ability to switch between gentle, caring, rough, and bestial. He could flip the switch of his own volition after we refined it. If I wanted the spice, his tail was always prime for yanking. My sphincter stretched enough for me to suddenly plummet further, followed by his semen flooding my rectum. He stymied his vocals by biting my neck.

I was content on letting Lárus discharge sperm within my buttocks without reaching my orgasm. However, his chivalrous, considerate side, another idiosyncrasy I cherished about him, had another idea. I gasped, perceiving his hands on my muliebrity. The digits on both of them went in my slit, and my clitoris received his love, too. I writhed as best as possible with his penis stuck in my ass, gasping for air from the stimulation. I immediately tasted my ambrosia on his fingers. He fed me my nectar while licking my nipples.

The buildup steadily arrived, and I was glad our parents got absorbed in their microcosm whenever they had sex, more so because of dad’s challenge. Still, Lárus passionately kissed me sot stifle my howls the second my climax came. I shot streams of my arousal directly on his hands, and my nectar pooled on them. I found that out when he brought them forward and poured the delectable, sacchariferous fluid down our gullets.

“Ready for round two?” Lárus inquired.

“You’re on,” I responded licking the arousal off my lips.

Morning arrived, and I looked out the window. Outside was white. The mistral howled, shook the mansion, and scattered the snow falling from the welkin or already on the ground. Discerning anything in the backyard, even the pool, was insurmountable or abysmally terrible at best. I shuddered just by staring at it even though my fur could handle it.

The naked parents had sex on a couch when I went down the stairs. Dad behaved like an animal while plowing mom’s vagina, and she was jocund about it, tightly hanging on to him. Róstran and the two nude stepbrothers were lackadaisical about the copulation, the former tending to his trading cards. I smelled the sweet and savory redolence of breakfast on the table although the remaining portions were pygmy.

“Morning Kaera,” mom uttered beatifically and shut her eyes. “Breakfast is ready. Save some for Lárus.” She howled her nth orgasm out.

“I will.”

Lárus appeared on the stairs right as I sat down at the table. “Morning, Lárus. Breakfast is ready.” I tore a chunk of bacon off.

Lárus yawned and stretched, leaving his morning wood exposed for the whole world to behold. “Morning, Kaera,” he drawled out. He shook some sense into himself. “Nasty outside.”

“We’ll hunker down and let it blow through,” dad enunciated, slapping his testicles against mom’s groin. “I doubt anyone is cuckoo enough to be out in this clime right now.”

Lárus’s nostrils twitched. “Alright! Bacon!” He immediately sat next to me, claimed the rest of the fatty, porky delectableness, and drizzled aphotic syrup on stuffed pancakes. After we ingurgitated our pabulums, he lounged on the furniture with Róstran while mom’s pussy engorged on dad’s cream, appearing pococurante about his erection.

“You gonna tend to your penis, Lárus?” Dad catechized, sighing blissfully.

“I would if I had the potion. I found out the hard way I ran out when I woke up with a boner about,” Lárus took a cursory glance at a clock, “thirty minutes ago. You said so yourself, dad; only an insane person would be out in this weather.”

Dad shook his after staring out a window. “No way any of us will go outside right now. Hopefully, your boner will turn flaccid on its own.”

Mom stretched and scratched dad behind his ears. “Since the weather isn’t cooperative at the moment, how about we play a game and make it interesting.”

“Hlédís,” dad uttered in a slightly admonitory tone, shifting his body to accommodate the confluence between the genitalia, which exposed the union to everyone in the room.

“I’ll never go that far— not after what happened. Whoever loses a round has to do a minor salacious dare. We’ll even establish boundaries right now. I’ll start. I won’t have sex with anyone in this house but you, Bráksy. Touching is the most I would do.” Mom’s ears twitched as we heard a couple of pups wailing above. “Sounds like some pups have soiled themselves, and I bet I know who they are.”

Dad had an elfin grin. “Imagine when they become mobile.”

Mom groaned and had a pained expression. “Those lovable gremlins will be monsters when they do, which will be soon. I remember when Lárus and Kaera learned how to walk.”

“Were we that bad?” Lárus inquired.

“Not for the most part, but you two made me glad it was just you when society eschewed me into expatriation. I can’t imagine having to constantly herd and fret about the litter I have right now independently.”

Dad lifted mom, their genitals still conjugate. “I’ll always be happy to share your beleaguerment.”

Mom turned her head and kissed him while they headed to the nursery.”And I’ll always by thankful. At least they moved on from waking us up in the middle of the night.”

Dad took one more look out a window. “After we tend to the pups and our genitals separate, I’ll get Tandri and escort him here before the storm gets worse.”

“Alright.”

The parents returned, and dad’s penis extricated itself from mom’s vagina. The feminine hole dripped sperm as she sat on furniture while dad retrieved Tandri. Everybody’s assent , even Tandri’s vote, was unanimous. Touching each other’s genitals or anuses was the farthest venereal activity we would do. They would do the more carnal avocations to one another since they were husband and wife, and dad was impetuous at stuffing mom with his meat, shoving it inside her semen-slick grotto again.

We played a straightforward card game while mom and dad had sex. Whoever was the last person to get rid of the cards had to perform the winner’s dare. If someone lied and got caught, the liar would pick up the discarded pile and perform the catcher’s requisition, the latter being the family’s add-on. The process is the same if someone mistakingly called an individual out on a truth, except the latter dared the former instead The early rounds resulted in the two stepbrothers in panties and bras, Rýnaki’s fingers in mom’s pucker, and dad finally satiated my consanguineous brother’s raging erection.

Mom won the following round, eventually fixing her gaze at me when I was the last one with cards. “Alright, Kaera, I want you to wear the jockstrap you wore to one of Lárus’s games until this game is over.”

I entered Lárus’s bedroom and found the underwear I used for the Phenomenal Five’s exclusive concours. I noticed crumpled pieces of paper in a container near his desk and a sheet on it. My petulance flared fugaciously after descrying Ásyvör’s name although I trusted him to hear his ratiocination later. I returned to the group after inspecting myself in the mirror with the jockstrap on.

The following round was the first instance of negligible incest. Dágfárik had to touch his connate progenitor’s penis for a minute, creating an interregnum in the parents’ intercourse. It was most likely his premier experience in touching another male’s penis regardless of the akin propinquity, judging by his timidity. Both he and his begetter blushed and acted flustered while he smeared dad’s precum and mom’s vaginal fluids on the pecker. Dad remained oversexed from enduring the unrelenting state of chockablock gonads for a month, and his cock was volatile to where it eructed cum around the halfway mark. The amount of spunk dad had in reserve besotted us.

“You still can cum this much?” Dágfárik inquired, holding his cum-covered hands outward, a bantam trace of repugnance appeared in his lips.

“And I have more pups to give to my mate today,” dad responded, his prick capriciously ejaculating everywhere because of the intractable twitches. “That’s what happens when somebody stimulates your penis and testicles every second for a month and interdicts you from cumming also.”

Mom voluptuously licked her lips and fondled her breasts. “I’m not satiated yet, hunky-hun.”

I caught Róstran in a flagrant calumniation, and he was barely stolid after I instructed him to touch my muliebrity. Every dyad of eyes anxiously watched as he relocated the jockstrap’s pouch to the side. It dawned on me this was my first sexual experience that they knew about since my trauma No doubt they, especially mom and dad, were solicitous about my well-being and if I would be overwrought because of my recent personal recapitulation. I was comfortable with him though I controverted to myself about how much I should show to them.

Róstran jumped as soon as he touched my slit, legitimately panicking from my playacting. “I’m sorry, Kaera!”

Ok. Too much, I thought. I quickly embraced Róstran, whispering, “It’s ok. I’m pretending. You don’t have to worry. You did nothing wrong.” I ended the hug and placed a small vacuity between us, grinning as I presented my twat to him.

“You want to continue?” Mom asked, both she and dad looking concerned.

“I can do it.”

Róstran slowly intercalated a finger into my snatch, still tense after my spurious hysterics. I surreptitiously savored the intimate touches, being mindful about not exuding supererogatory trepidation. I shook a bit and closed my eyes in false fear, imagining he was Gellir. The round ended with him having two digits in my twat, and I whispered my extolment to him.

Tandri won the following round, and he became excitedly pusillanimous like Róstran when he knew who he had to challenge. “Ready, Brákfur?”

Dad nodded while mom held his endowment. “Ready.”

“You will allow me to press our penises together and grind until one or both of us cum” Tandri quickly enunciated.

“Oh.”

Tandri quickly shook his head. “Scratch it. I’ll go with the handjob.”

“Frottage is a form of touching, and I agreed to it, so you can proceed with the first option.” Dad leaned backward onto his hands, spreading his legs while mom got out of the way. “Have at it.”

Phlegmatically and diffidently but also agog, Tandri pressed his sheath against dad’s boner. They both froze and simpered, staring at the phalluses. I watched them hardly make a move, and Tandri trembled similarly to Róstran, wondering if he would back out. Dad took the initiative and squeezed Tandri’s plump, pilose protuberance. Tandri sucked in his lips with a hiss while receiving dad’s touches.

Tandri fugaciously glided his sheath across dad’s erect penis while his erection gradually emerged. He immediately respired, and I heard jubilant pants and whimpers. Dad’s squeezes remained firm, being the primary impetus behind the new erection. I got a better perspective of how close his cock was to dad’s dick in the proportions. The thrusts got more frantic once he was fully-hard, and dad’s grip expanded to include the second prick.

I beheld the two fleshy spears extravasate precum. I glanced around the open room after realizing my vagina was wet. It was apparent dad and Tandri were the cynosure of everyone’s attention, so I surreptitiously cosseted my folds and fingered my pussy, observing the sword-fight between the schlongs as they clumsily frotted. Tandri appeared he relished the event, yet his movements conveyed he wanted to finish it pronto, and dad’s ejaculations were forthcoming while he still had time tarrying.

Dad must’ve sensed his ineluctable orgasm because he swiftly had Tandri in the bottom position with him kneeling between Tandri's legs. He remained where he was, and Tandri looked unsure of what he had foreseen. His natural, transpicuous lubricator and pulsating cock simmered before resuming the frottage. I instantly espied his unparalleled style. He hebetudinously mixed and smeared the pre over their peckers, and the way he moved his hips dragoon Tandri into uncontrollably moan his nonverbal apotheosis.

“Brákfur!” Tandri drawled out.

Dad’s only alternative to his slow approach was a total caesura, and he only surceased ephemerally when he came close to an orgasm or when Tandri had an uncontrollable cough. All of Tandri’s initial layers of fears deliquesced, although something stymied most of the geriatric Fenri. Tandri behaved like he wanted to do more than grind penises. I saw him reach towards dad  several times only to promptly retreat each instance.

Dad had Tandri into a rollicking plash within minutes and primed for his climax. However, he still opted for a couple of abeyances primarily because of the older Fenri. The denials made Tandri incensed, and Tandri bucked his hips for once since the position swap. They both howled, and I saw their muscles tense up and beheld their penises palpitating. Their sperm flowed out of their urethras like water before erupting thick strands like geysers. The jisms plastered their front bodies and visages, eventually reducing to a gradual trickle until their testicles drained themselves. He helped him sit up and whispered something in Tandri’s left ear.

“Thanks,” Tandri bashfully murmured.

“Your welcome,” dad replied, patting Tandri's right shoulder, and they caught towels to wash the cum off.

More incestuous touches occurred between Dágfárik and Rýnaki, dad and his biological sons, mom and Lárus, and she and I from the subsequent rounds. They were weirded out whenever they caressed a cognate individual’s genitalia. I dreaded the times she fingered my vagina for fear of her ascertaining my secrets, and, thankfully, my twin brother and I never had to do a challenge together. She wore one of dad’s jockstraps, and dad relished his challenge he gave her, which involved comestibles. None forced Róstran to denude. She won the final round, and I came in last place.

My challenge was I had to perform a lap dance on dad with her. I was on his left, and she was directly opposite from me. Our posteriors abutted his inguinal region, and I sensed his oleaginous penis. Mom took the more lecherous route, grinding her fundament and vagina on his visage. My place was his crotch. Her signal made that fulsomely transpicuous.

Mom sensually wiggled her ass while sliding down dad’s body until she reached his genitalia. Our butts sandwiched his penis, which he ejaculated posthaste. I glanced at our nether regions, watching the jizz land on us.

“Look outside,” Rýnaki enunciated, pointing at a window. We saw nothing but white, inclement winds, and the firn piling against the house, which it just became visible outside the fenestra.

“That’s not good,” dad murmured with consternation in his voice. Mom appeared perturbed as she stared out the window with his semen-covered cock in her mouth.

“Will the blizzard stop, dad?” Róstran inquired querulously. “Is it sepulchering us?”

“It will, Róstran, and we won’t be buried underneath the snow. I’ve dealt with worse snowstorms than this.”

“Any during the Darkened Seven or its harbingers?”

Dad paused briefly. “No, but I refuse to let some damn weather be the death of us without me having a say in it. Right now,” he gesticulated at the stepbrothers and Lárus, “you three will come with me, and we’ll clear out a small opening at the front door. We’ll check on it frequently, remove snow if necessary, and shelter in place from now until bedtime.” Mom pulled his dick out of her muzzle, and he and the other Fenri got ready for snow removal.

I took the moment and soaked in the tub full of warm water to remove dad’s sperm, tossing the jockstrap aside. My brother barged in several minutes later, shivering like crazy. “Fucking Faer, it’s cold as hell out there. I’m surprised my dick didn’t freeze off.” He exuviated his clothes and sat in the tub across from me. “Ahh,” he drawled out elatedly, leaning backwards.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” I uttered.

Lárus tilted his head forward, opening his eyes. “What is it?”

“I noticed a note to Ásyvör while looking for your jockstrap to wear.”

“Don’t worry about it. She keeps sending me love letters, so I’m telling her in another way I’m not interested in her anymore. My knot is solely meant for you and no one else.” We cuddled in the tub briefly before he vacated it. “You want me to sleep with you tonight, or are you fine?”
“I’ll manage by myself. Thanks for asking.”

Lárus acknowledged with a hand gesture. “Alright.”

I soaked in the bathtub until nightfall and went into my bedroom where I brushed my fur and inspected my naked body. My officiousness about the weather outside compelled me to look into crepuscular environment outside. I didn’t see how deep the snow was, but the apocalyptic glow in the atramentous sky told me the premonitory moon was out. I went underneath the blankets and shut my eyes.

My familiar dream returned, and I was in a room as aphotic as outside with lurid flames in front of me. Lárus, Róstran, the two Ki’Tsuns, and two more Fenri took turns leaving me behind, with my brother being the last. Normally, this was where the phantasmagoria ended and I woke up, but I remained in the caliginous room. A cimmerian silhouette appeared in their spots on the other side of the inferno. It was bizarre. It resembled a male Human despite not encountering one aside from Janas Dyser. However, it didn’t resemble him, and it extended its hand through the flame. I suddenly felt frightful and eager to touch its metacarpus. The immediate searing pain was enough to wake me up and seek my brother’s comfort.