This is the 7th story in a series that explains how the relationships in the Nightshade family developed, changing quickly over the course of about a week. The story starts with "Happy Accidents", and then moves on to "Seduction and Secrets" followed by "Reunions and Revelations". This is the first part of "Dinner and Debauchery", and almost exclusively world and character development. So if you don't care about these things, be aware. However if you follow along with my stories and want to know how things advance, this is for you. This story series should wrap up in 2 or 3 more installments
The next story is chock full of smut once more, so look forward to it if that is what you're really here for. Either way: Enjoy! And please leave a comment if you liked it. I would love to get some feedback to improve my writing. Thanks!
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Bayhind closed the door to his bedroom behind him as he stepped out into the hall, his blue and green hair slicked back with some matte pomade to keep him ready for the day. Anya, meanwhile, was still finishing up with braiding her long red hair in their bathroom as she sang an old pop tune that she usually sang when she's excited or happy. Today it just happened to be both, since her estranged brother and his girlfriend were coming over for dinner. As he walked down the hall towards the stairs, he could hear music from his twin daughters' bedroom playing at a louder-than-usual volume. "She called it." he chuckled to himself as he approached the door smiling and shaking his head, Anya's words from just a little while ago drifting through his head. He knocked gently but firmly on the door, the room within suddenly erupting in the muffled sounds of bodies in motion. "One..ONE SECOND!" came Cynthia's voice, somewhat panicked as the sound of music quickly went silent. "We're getting dressed!"
"No problem, baby. When you're both done, I'll have a list for you two on the kitchen table. Need you both to take care of that list to get the house presentable while I am out running errands for your mother, okay?" he explained through the door, his ear pressed nearly against it as he waited for their reply. "Okay, daddy, we will get it done!" came Sera's reply. She was always the more level-headed of the two. But the nanny cam footage showed a side of her that her parents never knew existed. "Thanks, princess. Love you, girls! I'll be back in a bit."
"Love you too, daddy!" the twins yelled in unison, the sound of their father's footfalls disappearing down the hall. "That was close." said Sera, her orange and yellow form kneeling naked on Cynthia's bed with her wingspread slightly, her mouth and face slick with her sisters juices. "Nah, it's fine." replied Cynthia, her rainbow hair a tangled mess from where she had been arching her back so much from her sisters attentions that it kept rubbing into her pillow. "Door was locked. He wouldn't have caught us." she added, sauntering back over to her bed. Taking her sisters face into her hands, she pulled her in for a kiss. After a moment, they broke the kiss and Sera handed her sister the brush that was on the bed. "Sorry if the handle is still a little slick. I think I sucked it clean enough" she said with a wink.
"Never would've pegged you for the sexually adventurous type, sis." Cynthia chuckled as she took the brush and began to brush her hair. "You were always so hesitant to do -anything- remotely improper." Sera slid off the bed and walked over to her side of the room, goosing her twin as she passed, a small yelp and giggle escaping the gray girls periwinkle mouth. "To be honest, me either. But I just can't help it." she said as she reached her dresser, tossing a pair of white cotton panties and socks onto her bed before looking for something to wear for dinner. "There's just something that takes over. Like I'm a whole different person." She continued to rifle through her drawer, finally finding a small bra to wear. Her breasts were already pretty well developed for her age, making the girls in her 6th grade class jealous as hell. And making the boys constantly stare.
Bayhind walked back down the hall, satisfied that the girls were now being productive. Bayhind knew full well that the discovery of the pleasures of the flesh is great and all, but it can definitely stifle productivity, having personally deflowered a not insignificant number of girls over the course of his career, including Anya. The memories made him smile as he headed toward the stairs. Anya exited their bedroom dressed casually for the day in some jeans and a tight-fitting shirt, closing the door behind her before looking up with a smile at her husband. The sunlight streamed through the window at the end of the hallway, bathing her in a light that reflected off the few bits of moisture that still clung to her orange fur and red hair after her shower. "Hey there, handsome. Going my way?" She joked as she walked toward the stairs, her long red braid swinging gently behind her like a fiery pendulum. Approaching Bayhind, she leaned in for a kiss, the pair embracing in the quiet hallway. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back, his arms around her lower back, and hers around his neck. "Got the list?" She asked.
"Yup, right in my pocket, love. Snacks, a few odd and end ingredients, and drinks -including non-alcoholic options for Michael and the girls. Then stop by the storage unit to swap out some decor. Gotta get ready for Halloween soon, after all." Bayhind replied, his eyes looking upward as he recalled the list before his gaze returned to hers. The unspoken exchange in their eyes was one of deep love and understanding, built over decades brick by brick. "Call me if you need anything while I am out, okay?"
"Will do, baby." Anya kissed his cheek once more before separating from their embrace. "Girls up and about?" She asked as he began to move past her and down the stairs. "Yup. And you called it. Music just blarin'." Bayhind chuckled. "Be back soon, baby. Love you!" Anya laughed as she watched him disappear down the stairs. "Love you, too. Be safe!" She walked over to the girls' door and knocked before trying the handle. Locked. "Just a minute, we're almost ready!" came Sera's voice. "Ok, but hurry it up, girls. We only have a few hours till your uncle arrives." Anya called back, hiding the disappointment in her voice at being unable to catch a closer peek. "I'll be downstairs getting the laundry done. Bring everything you've got to wash, sheets and all." With that, Anya turned on her heel and headed down the stairs. "Three bedrooms? Maybe four, if we don't find one with a den or home office space..." she mused to herself
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Cynthia pulled on her typical black band shirt, todays choice being the band "Goat", one of her favorites- a band led by an evil-looking preacher with a flair for theatrics. She opted for no bra since her boobs weren't quite as far along as Sera's, leading her perky nipples to show just a little. Checking herself out in the full-length mirror on the back of her door: skull hairclip in her rainbow colored hair? Check. Black band tee and jeans? Double check. Black and white sneakers to complete the look. "Lookin' good, Cyn!" she says to herself, smiling in a way that made her hazel eyes seem to sparkle. Spinning to ask Sera if she was about ready, her eyes went wide and her jaw -may- have dropped. Just a little.
"Whaddya think?" Asked Sera with her arms held out to her sides, dressed in a baby-blue strapless dress that barely contained her developing breasts, laced in white with a white silk belt tied into a bow that accentuated her hips. Her red and yellow hair hung in a ponytail, held in place with a white and yellow scrunchie. "I haven't worn this one in a few months, so i figured it was a good time to break it out again. Though it's getting a bit small, so this may be the last time." She said, looking down and adjusting her breasts before smoothing out the dress again.
Cynthia had seen her sister in this dress countless times before, but after the events of last night, the way she viewed her twin had changed completely. "Damn, Sera. And here I was thinking -I- looked good." Whistling low as she slowly circled her twin, Cynthia’s hand reached out, her fingers tracing their way around the belt as she did so. "Yeah, sadly I think you may be right. Looks good, though."
Sera smiled, satisfied that her twin found her appearance desirable. "Thanks, Cyn." She closed the drawers to her dresser and headed for the door. Unlocking it, she looked back. "If you get the sheets and stuff, I'll convince mom to let me handle the laundry so she doesn't smell what we've been up to."
"Good thinking. I knew that all the reading and nerdy stuff you do would have to pay off sometime." Cynthia chuckled. "Oh shut up." came Sera’s own chuckled reply as she opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind her. "Love youuuuuu" came Cynthia's sing-song voice as she began to gather the laundry together.
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Anya pressed the button to start the dryer, setting the drum spinning with a soft hum, the sound of tumbling clothing filling the small space of the laundry room. As she began to tidy up, preparing for the loads of laundry from the girls, Sera poked her head around the corner. "Hey mommy! I can do our laundry for you. Cyn is about to bring it down. You got plenty of other stuff to do that we can't. " came the 12 year old girl's sweet voice. Anya turned her head to see her daughter as she picked up a basket of freshly dry clothes. "Sounds good, baby. Here. Fold these in the living room in the meantime, will you?"
Sera took the basket from her mother with a smile. '"Sure thing, mommy." With a bounce in her step, she spun on her heel causing the bottom of her dress to float a little, her wings folded against her body so as not to hit the doorway. "And Sera, dear. I think it might be about time to retire that dress. Cute as it is, its getting a bit small on you." Anya said as she followed her daughter into the living room, turning off the light in the laundry room. "Yeah," Sera sighed. "I was thinking the same thing. I've had it for only two years but I'm already taller and...more developed than I was. Puberty sucks."
Anya chuckled as she walked over to the TV and picked up the DVD cases. "Yeah, but it eventually has a payoff. Just you wait." She around in time to see Cynthia carefully coming down the stairs, one at a time, arms loaded with sheets and blankets blocking her sight. "Easy for YOU to say. You both already HAVE boobs." She lamented, her voice slightly muffled by her load. Cynthia tossed her bundle onto the floor in the laundry room before turning around, hands on her hips and proud of a job accomplished. Her look took on a much more serious appearance however, when she saw her mother holding the DVD cases.
"Perfect timing, Cynthia dear. I found these DVD's next to the TV." The statement made Sera freeze, her eyes wide as she didn't dare to look at her mother. "You gotta remember to put stuff back when you borrow them, okay?" Anya said holding the cases out nonchalantly, but inwardly smiling at the twins' reactions. "Its only polite."
"Y..yeah- sorry mom." Cynthia squeaked as she took the cases from her mother with a trembling hand. "You okay sweetheart? You seem to be sweating. You coming down with anything?" Anya said, her head tilting as she reached out, brushing the back of her hand gently across Cynthia's cheek and forehead. "You feel a little warm, but not too bad. Tell me if you feel worse, okay?" She said as he released her grip on the DVD's. Now go put those away, then help your sister with the laundry. Once you're both done with that load of folding, put it away and start chipping away at that list your father left. I'm gonna start cooking for tonight." Anya cupped her daughter's cheek in her hand before walking away to disappear into the kitchen.
As soon as their mother was out of sight, Cynthia and Sera stared at each other, wide-eyed. "Do you think she knows?" Sera mouthed silently. "I don't know, I don't think so." Came Cynthia's silent reply, her eyes darting to make sure their mother wasn't coming back around the corner. She quickly checked the two cases, finding the porno she had "borrowed" tucked neatly in its spot in the innocuous looking movie case of the family comedy. "I think we're good." Mouthed Cynthia, closing the cases and giving her sister a thumbs up before disappearing upstairs.
"Too close." Sera thought to herself. She didn't remember putting the DVD back in the case, but the night was such a frenzy of emotions and desire, hands and tongues, that she pushed the thought from her mind. "Cyn probably put it in the case before we went to sleep." She decided as she finished folding the shirt in her hands and added it to the pile. She walked to the laundry room, taking a momentary break from folding to wash the sheets and blankets from Cynthia's bed first, to wash away the evidence of their exploration the night before. Pushing the bedding into the large washer drum, she was hit with a slight whiff of musk, the scent making her pause and eliciting a small moan from her before she continued to load the machine and start it.
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A couple hours passed, and Bayhind closed the door to the storage unit, wiping his brow as he let out a "whew". "Alright," he said as he pulled out the list Anya had given him. "Groceries? Done. Prescriptions? Picked up. Halloween decor?" He looked back at the full trunk space of the SUV. "Aaand that's a big check. Time to head home." Bayhind hopped into the drivers seat and fired up the engine. Looking in the rearview, he sighed. "Maybe with a big garage, or shed...." he said to himself as he drove out the gate to the facility and turned onto the road.
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"Baby, you almost ready?" Catherine called from the bathroom as she brushed her hair. "We leave in twenty minutes." It was 715 p.m., the sun already beginning to set and casting the world outside in a slew of shades of gold. "Yeah baby, just trying to figure out what to wear..." came Michael's nervous and disheartened reply. He was holding up a pair of button up shirts in front of a mirror, testing to see which looked best. "Still?" Catherine asked, bending backwards to poke her head out of the bathroom. "Your sister said casual was fine when she called a few hours ago to confirm we were still coming. Just wear the yellow one with jeans, baby. It'll look good, brings out your eyes." Catherine returned to brushing her hair, the black plastic teeth pulling effortlessly through her shoulder length, wavy, sky-blue hair, a result of her meticulous haircare and hygiene routines. "She's just happy to have you back in her life. Right now, showing up is the most important thing. Hell you could probably show up naked, and she wouldn't care." she said as she worked on her eyelashes. "She might even prefer it, actually..." Catherine teased.
"Oh ha ha." Michael replied dryly, a smile still forming on his face as he put on the yellow shirt. Catherine was right of course, about showing up being the most important part. She usually was right, after all. It was part of the reason he loved her. Not only had she looked past Michael the Addict to see the real version of him, but she was also the voice of reason in so many other areas as well. She had helped him more than anyone would ever know. "I just don't want to screw this up. Plus, I haven't met the twins. I want to make a good first impression on them. And Bayhind is probably pissed at me for hurting Anya all those years ago by disappearing..."
Catherine stalked up behind him, wrapping her silver fur-clad arms around him as she hugged him from behind, her head resting on his shoulder blades between his wings. "Don't worry, baby. From what you told me of your conversation with Anya, there is nothing to worry about. But no matter what, I'll be there with you. Okay?"
Michael patted her hands on his chest, rubbing her forearms. "I know. Thank you, Catherine. I love you." he said as the smile on his face grew warmer. "I love you too, you big worrywart." Catherine squeezed him one more time before planting a kiss on his back and releasing him. "Now go get your shoes on. It's almost time to leave."
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"Cyn, sweetie, could you set out the plates and cups on the table? Get the dark ones from inside the shelf over there." Anya asked, indicating with the tip of a wing as she bounced around the kitchen, her ingredient-covered apron fluttering lightly as she moved with a nervous energy. "Sera, have you finished rolling up the silverware for me?" Anya opened the oven to pull out the roast out to place on the counter.
"Yes, mom. I'm just about to put them on the table." Sera said as she carried her bundle to the table and began to place them down in their locations, with Cynthia right behind her setting out plates next to each set before returning once more to place out the cups. "That roast smells AWESOME mom." came Sera's voice as she deeply inhaled the air, the scent of roasted meat and vegetables making her drool just a bit.
"Thanks, sweetie. Now you two go wash up, they will be here any minute now." their mother instructed as she put the final touches on the food before bringing it to the table, ready to be served. As the twins rushed off to the upstairs bathroom to wash up, Bayhind came in the back door. "Fire pit's all set up, baby." he said. "Got the cooler and trash cans all set up too. He walked over and gave his wife a peck on the cheek before inhaling the scent of the perfectly cooked food. "If they don't get here soon though, I'm gonna dig in." he said, half joking as his stomach growled loudly. "Oh hush." Anya said, gently backhanding his chest. I'm gonna go toss this apron in the laundry room and make sure I am good real quick. If they get here, just bring 'em in to the living room for me, okay?" Anya untied the apron and pulled it off before walking out, her nerves clearly noticeable in the way her voice trembled. No sooner than she had gone around the corner did Bayhind sneak over to the cake. Just as he was about to swipe a little frosting from the base he heard "And don't you DARE touch that cake yet, Bayhind." He chuckled. "Yes, ma'am" he yelled back, defeated.
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The pair walked up the front walk from the driveway, the quaint little house before them a bit modest, even by normal standards. Michael was shaking slightly, Catherine holding his hand, her other hand rubbing his arm and the tip of her tail rubbing up and down his spine gently. "Just breathe, honey." came her voice, a velvety purr that soothed Michael's very soul. "It's going to be fine." They stopped on the small landing that served as a front porch, turning to face each other. Catherine looked over Michael, brushing his shirt down and fixing his hair for him. "I know it is, baby. But my body and subconscious don't know it." he chuckled nervously. Michael took a deep breath in before exhaling. "Let's do this." They turned and faced the door together, Michael pressing the doorbell as Catherine leaned in and whispered gently. "You've got this. I'm with you." she said with a squeeze of his hand. "Coming!" came a muffled mans voice from inside the house. "Shit. I was hoping at least Anya would answer..." Michael thought.
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Bayhind opened the door with a smile, the sleeves on his turquoise button-up shirt rolled up in cuffs near his elbows, the top two buttons undone, hinting at the fur beneath. Standing there he found Michael, dressed in a pale yellow button-up shirt that fit him well with some casual jeans. Catherine was looking quite a vision, wearing a black skirt that barely reached her knees, and a yellow t-shirt under a black jacket. Her wavy sky-blue hair framed her face as it fell around her shoulders. Her eyes, a matching shade of blue, seemed to sparkle as she smiled. "Well hello you two. Welcome to our home. Come on in!" Bayhind stepped aside, behind the door as he extended his arm in invitation to the pair.
The pair took in the small home as they walked over the threshold. Pictures adorned the walls of the girls as they grew, family adventures to theme parks and hiking, Cynthia with her father at a concert, Sera in a school play..... Michael felt a pang of guilt as he saw all the pictures, moments he missed with a family he never knew. The family of a sister he loved but had abandoned for addiction. Catherine squeezed his arm gently, sensing his apprehension. "You have a lovely home, Bayhind. " she said as he shut the door behind them. "Thank you. We are thinking of getting a bigger place. What with the girls getting older, they'll need their own spaces soon enough. So this reunion couldn't have happened at a better time." He replied as he walked past them, leading them into the living room. "The girls will all be down in a moment. Last minute preening, as it were." At that moment, the sound of small footsteps descending the stairs could be heard, and the trio turned to see Cynthia and Sera as they reached the bottom steps, coming into view.
"Speak of the little devils, and they shall appear. Cynthia, Sera- Come say hello to your uncle and his girlfriend, Catherine." Bayhind said, urging the pair towards them. Cynthia walked forward a little more confidently and with a slight smile than Sera who slightly cowered behind her, her usually shy nature once more rearing its head in the presence of strangers. "Michael, these are your nieces. This little ball of sunshine," he motioned towards Sera, "is Sera." "Nice to meet you..." she squeaked quietly, her eyes finally raising to meet her uncle's gaze. His eyes were a bright, almost neon yellow, matching his hair and she could see that she wasn't the only one nervous, easing her anxiety a little and causing her to smile just the tiniest bit. "And this little rockstar is Cynthia." Cynthia looked over the couple. First at her uncle Michael, then at Catherine. "I like your style." she said to the tabby. "And I like yours." Catherine replied before nodding at Cynthia's band shirt. "You ever seen them live?"
"Nah, but I really need to. They're my absolute favorites." Cynthia replied, pulling on the bottom of her shirt so Catherine could see the image better. "I've seen them twice now. Amazing show. I think they are coming back through middle of next year. I could take you, if everyone is okay with it." Catherine said with a warm smile. "BaaBaa Two was my favorite." Cynthia's eyes lit up at the idea of being able to see her favorite band, her hands clasping together in front of her chest.. "The Cardinal is my favorite. He's goofy fun." Cynthia then looked at Michael. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you. She just mentioned my favorite band. It's nice to meet you." With a warm smile, she headed into the kitchen. "Mom said for everyone to have a seat, she would be down in a minute to serve."
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Anya leaned her back against the wall at the corner near the top of the stairs, listening to everyone's interactions, her heart beating like a drum. "So far, so good, it seems." she thought to herself. Taking a deep breath and releasing it a few times to calm her nerves, she stood upright and began to descend the stairs. Her heavy breasts bounced gently, the outlines of her nipple piercings visible through the tight fabric. She entered the dining area, her red braid swaying behind her.
Bayhind and Catherine smiled at her as she walked in. Michael had to make an effort to keep his jaw from dropping. There was no way she didn't wear something so form fitting on purpose, he reasoned. The twins, apparently oblivious, were already serving themselves and handing each other sides, having worked up an appetite completing their chore list Bayhind had left them earlier. "Well hello, love." Bayhind said as he stood, holding out the chair he had been seated in for her. "Glad you could join us." As Anya sat, he helped her scoot in before taking the seat beside her. The table bustled with fervent energy for a few moments as everyone began to plate their own food, passing side dishes and drinks to one another. It wasn't long however before the table was engulfed in an awkward silence, Michael staring at his plate as he pushed a small potato around it, Catherine chewing and looking around. The twins looked around nervously, Bayhind squeezing Anya's leg as they both chewed.
It was Sera, of all people, who broke the silence. "So you run a non-profit for recovering addicts?" She asked Catherine as she turned her head to look at the tabby, her fork hovering over her steamed vegetables. "That's pretty cool. Did you start it yourself?" A collective sigh and array of smiles broke our around the table, the awkward silence broken by a little angel. Catherine started to nod as she finished chewing, wiping her mouth before she answered. "Yeah, I did, actually. I grew up with a dad who was a good man, but who had a bad addiction problem, and even after he got clean, he couldn't find steady work because of his record. So I went to school to get my degree and started the company so that people like my father could find good employment and bring security back to their lives."
"And thats how you found our uncle, huh?" Cynthia asked, getting a nod from Catherine. "It is. I felt there was something about him. Something that told me he wanted to be helped, that he too, was a good man." She said, reaching over and squeezing Michael's arm as she faced him, a warm smile spreading on his face. "Turns out, I was right." She added, turning to face Cynthia once more. "Well I'm glad you found him. Mom's pretty happy about it. She's been making us clean inside and out all day to make you guys impressed." She laughed. "Feel like we shoulda gotten paid, how hard she had us workin'."
"Cynthia!" Giggled Anya, as the entire table laughed, the tension sloughing off a bit at a time. And so the conversation continued, the twins asking questions of their guests, being careful not to cross any boundaries. Catherine and Michael spending time getting to know all about Anya and her family, the latter group more than happy to share as the group grew closer. More than once, one of the adults would catch Michael staring at Anya’s chest, failing his attempt to hide it. After everyone had eaten, and desert had been served, the family sat around the table for another hour just talking and getting comfortable. Michael and Anya's nerves had completely disappeared, the pair confident in the families accepting one another. Finally, it was time for the girls to go to bed.
"Awwww come on! Can't we stay up a little longer? Please?" Cynthia and Sera protested, doing their best to put on a pouty face, hoping their puppy dog eyes would work on their father. "Sorry, girls. School starts again on Monday, and you need to get back to a normal schedule. You had your last bit of late nights for a little while last night." Bayhind said. He knelt as he put a hand on each of their heads, "Now give me a goodnight kiss." Bayhind closed his eyes and smiled as he waited, before feeling each girl give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Good girls. Say goodnight to Michael and Catherine for now. You'll see them again soon enough." He stood and ushered the girls over to their guests. As the twins said their goodbyes, he locked eyes with Anya, the pair nodding at each other as he left to go start the firepit.
After the girls had said their goodbyes, they hugged and kissed their mother goodnight as well, heading up to their room. There was a barely contained eagerness in their step, and Anya was pretty sure of the reason why, causing her to smile, and lightly lick her lips. As the twins disappeared up the stairs, Anya turned to the guests. "So," she said, clapping her hands together. "Lets head outside for a little while. I know its getting colder soon, but Bayhind has already started our firepit, so we should all remain nice and warm." As Anya extended her hand in the direction of the back door, Michael was about to speak up when Catherine spoke first. "That sounds lovely. Lead the way, Anya." She said, giving Michael a pleading look. He just smiled, before turning his face to Anya and nodding. Anya, satisfied, turned to lead the pair out the back door to the yard, her hips and hair swaying hypnotically, her wings folding tight against herself as they passed through the door, Michael shutting it behind them.
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