Enna wrapped her arms around her husband as he came, thighs squeezing his hips to keep him in place. Morning sun poured in through the open window, bathing the young lovers in warm summer daylight, their duet of hazy post-orgasm breaths mixing with the sounds of urban life from the streets below.

	Lance buried his muzzle in the crook of his wife's neck, taking in her sweet, heady scent as he pressed his nose into her soft summer coat.

	The young tigress had celebrated her sixteenth birthday less than a week prior; according to the deal her mother made with her then-fiancee, Enna was now old enough to give Lance, and the rest of her family, a child.

	Lance, for his part, was more than thrilled to close the book on three years of careful pullouts and anal sex. He was twenty when he married Enna, and the only thing he enjoyed more than watching his wife blossom during her early teenage years was the knowledge that once that period was over, he would be putting a cub in her. Enna was young, but the state’s welfare grants for starting a family made marriages like theirs increasingly common.

	“Think today is the right day?'” He whispered into Enna's ear, his nose sliding down her cheek.

	“Mmm, hopefully,” she murmured back. He had already finished, but by custom the two remained coupled together as his erection softened inside of her—a bit of folk-medicine that her mother said was sure to get her pregnant—and she tilted her hips to make sure everything got where it needed to.

	The blankets had fallen off the young livers and onto the floor during their their lazy morning lovemaking, giving Enna's father a generous view of Lance's muscled rear as he lifted the thin linen sheet that separated their bedroom from the rest of the cramped family home. He knocked on the wall, politely grabbing their attention.

	“Breakfast has been ready for a good ten minutes, you horny rabbits.”  His tail flicked behind him, a small hint of his excitement at the potential of grandchildren breaking through his paternal exterior.

	Enna took a deep, theatrical breath, feigning annoyance. “We'll be down in a few, can't rush these things, dad.'”

	He shot his daughter a wink. “Oh, I know. Come eat when you're ready, but Kari has some news to share with the family, so don't keep us waiting too long.”

	Enna and Lance exchanged glances; if Enna's little sister had news for the family, it could only be one thing. Lance gingerly pulled out, planting a quick kiss on his wife's forehead before he reached for something to put on.

***

	It was the apex of summer in Laketown, and despite the early hour the sun bore down on the city with full force. Enna and her family were coping in the traditional way: keeping the doors open and the clothing minimal. Regardless of gender, the traditional summer outfit in most urban areas amounted to little more than a knee-length sheet of linen wrapped around the waist—sexual liberation laws eighty years ago made it legal, the heat took care of the rest.

	After cleaning herself up, Enna sat down at the table opposite her husband, her parents and grandparents scooting aside to make room. Her husband handed her a slab of flatbread dipped in yogurt and olives as her grandmother fanned cool air in from the open window. 

	“So Kari, dad says you have news for us,” Lance lowered his voice to a playful growl, a single eyebrow lifted as he locked eyes with his sister-in-law. 

	The young tigress suppressed a childish smile, cheeks burning under her fur. Lance could tell the girl had something of a crush on him, and last month he had caught her watching as he and Enna made love—although neither of them stopped, as they were more than happy to give the curious tigress a view of the action.

	Wasting no time, Kari sat up and thrust her bare chest forward for the rest of the table to see. “They're budding!”

	The change was small but subtle, and Enna didn't believe it until she reached a hand forward to run through the fur on Kari's chest, stopping as she felt a hard nub of flesh under her sister's nipple.

	“Look at that, my little Kari is becoming a woman,” Enna said, giving her sister's stomach a playful tickle before she pulled her hand away.

	“Barely eleven and already have breasts, you're not wasting any time, huh?” Lance said.

	Kari nodded in response, striped tail swaying behind her.

	Pride radiated from the family patriarch as his daughter showed herself off. “Which means we can find you a husband too! You know, the boy who lives downstairs seems awfully fond of you, and he's about the right age. However, before we consider such things, we have more practical matters to attend to.”

	Enna's grandfather cackled to himself as he went in for another helping of flatbread.

	Kari's ears swiveled sideways. “What matters?”

	Enna and her father briefly swapped glances, but Enna just smiled, and let him do the explaining.

	“Well,” he started, picking his words carefully, “as I'm sure you know, little one, sex is an important part of marriage, be it for pleasure or reproduction. Sending a young girl off the the marriage bed without knowledge or experience is typically seen as rather impolite.”

	“But I've seen you and mom have sex! And Enna!” Kari retorted, looking almost offended at the idea that puberty hadn't equipped her with all the requisite knowledge on matters of the flesh.

	“Yes, I'm sure you have, but do you know how to do it? How to make it feel good for you and your future husband?” 

	Kari relented, crossing her arms.

	“I assumed you'd jump at the opportunity to join Lance and me in bed,” Emma’s voice was thick with sarcasm; she knew that Kari wasn't fully aware of just how hands-on her lesson would be.

	Like a household pet jolted to attention by a sudden noise, Kari's head snapped to face her sister, eyes wide and ears standing up.

	“Really? That's how it works?” 

	Lance rested his head on his hands. “Well, we could hire a sex worker, but I figured you'd feel more comfortable with family.”

	He finished the sentence with a little wink that made Kari’s fur stand up on end. 

	Attempting to summon the maturity she felt her new station in life demanded, she sat back down and wrestled the grin from her face.

	“So...do we start after breakfast?”

	The whole table broke out in a round of quiet laughter.

	 Kari's mother got up and started to put away the breakfast leftovers.  “Looks like those puberty hormones aren't waiting for anyone. The farmer's market is today, how about you and and Lance go and fetch us some basil and mushrooms for dinner? That way your father and I can go the city hall and sign the forms that say you're of age.”

	Kari squirmed in her seat. “Mooooom, really? Today?”

	Her mother waved her hand at her, “Oh don't be such a drama queen! Besides, I don't think you and Lance have had any time alone. That sounds nice, hmm?”

	The weight of her mother's argument was undeniable, and Kari had done up her long brown hair and straightened her hipwrap before the first dishes even hit the sink.

****

	By the time Kari and Lance reached the Laketown farmer's market, it was late morning and the streets were packed. 

	The market itself stretched on for three blocks, rickety stalls of produce, meat, and trinkets filling the normally quiet cobblestone streets. As was custom, most were clad in nothing more than fur and a simple hipwrap. A few people, mostly sex workers, children, and a handful of college students playing Frisbee in the nearby park, were completely naked. Kari walked the entire way with her back straight and her chest thrust out, hoping any passersby might notice her newly-developing chest.

	“So Kari,” Lance said as he picked through a crate of shallots, “it seems like you've started taking an interest in what us adults get up to in the bedroom in the last few months.”

	Kari shrugged. “I guess. I mean, I know where the penis goes and everything, just never really seen it happen up close.”

	It was the norm to conceal beds and bedrooms with nothing more than thin linen sheets, 
insuring that children were raised with a healthy exposure to nudity and sexuality. Taking a curious peek behind the curtain, much like one's first experience with self-pleasure,  was considered a normal hallmark of puberty, and nothing that any child would be ashamed of.

	“Plus,” Kari piped up as Lance stuffed a handful of shallots and pine nuts in his bag, “I really like watching.”

	Lance shot her a knowing side-eye. “Started masturbating, I assume?”

	“Started what?” Kari said as she rubbed her palm over one of her nipples. If she was anything like Enna at that age, they were awfully sensitive.

	“Jerking off,” Lance said, reverting to the slang she was most likely to hear in school.

	“Oh! Yah, been doing that for like a year.”

	Lance raised his eyebrows at her as he bartered with a woman for the basil his mother-in-law asked for. “Good girl. My mom taught me how to please a woman when I was twelve, and by then I had already been pleasuring myself for nearly two years. Understanding what felt good for me definitely helped the learning process.”

	Kari's little ears perked up. “Oh? How did you learn to do that?”

	 Lance thanked the woman and put the basil into his bag. “I watched my dad do it all the time when I was ten. My mom worked a later shift than he did, so he would come home, and rub one out of the couch while I watched.  After a while I worked up the courage to do it with him; I wasn't old enough to produce anything but it was still fun. You know, watching hardcore porn and masturbating together, normal father-son bonding.” 

	He glanced at Kari as he turned back home, giving her a subtle wink. She bit her lower lip, the tip of her striped tail subtly flicking between her ankles.

	By the time the two of them returned home, a few much-needed clouds had drifted into the path of the sun, tempering the scorching heat. With Kari's parents gone, the house was quiet and cool, and the young tigress rushed into her sister's bedroom the moment Lance closed the door behind her.

	Enna sat naked atop the covers, reading a book on her tablet when her sister ran into the room and leapt for the bed, nearly crashing into her. The tigress lifted her tablet out of the way and purred as Kari nuzzled up to her chest.

	“You and Lance have a good time?” She stroked her sister’s head as the young girl settled down next to her.

	“Yah, it was nice. Is that what marriage is like? You know, just doing stuff together?”

	Enna nodded. “Of course. It's not all sex and babies, you know.”

	The little tigress mewled as she leaned into her sister's hand. “That's nice.”

	Lance walked in, untying the knot on his hipwrap. “You two look awfully cute together” 

	“Just cute?” Enna teased as she put away her tablet.

	“Cute and ravishing,” he said as he threw the linen into a corner and sat on the bed beside his wife.

	Kari had seen him naked before of course, but laying mere inches away from his naked body, knowing what was to follow, ignited a flame of desire deep in her stomach she had never felt before. Lance was fit but not excessively so, a body built by and for practical work, deep black stripes wrapping across the softly defined muscles of his stomach. His uncut penis sat invitingly between his thighs, the sight making the air catch in Kari's chest.

	Kari instinctively reached between her legs, pulling up her hipwrap and rubbing the growing ache that spread across her developing sex. She turned to her brother-in-law. “So, we're gonna have sex?”

	“Well, you get to watch and learn first,” he said as he crawled across the bed. By the time he positioned himself between his wife's legs and stood up on his knees, he was fully erect. 

	The sight, by far the most explicit and up-close thing she had ever seen, made her head spin. Lance waited until she had finished fumbling with her hipwrap before he continued.

	“So, Kari, I take it you understand the basics?” He said, his penis resting atop his wife’s mons.
	It took the young girl a few seconds to respond, her eyes as wide as dinner plates. “Yah, you put it in, right?”

	Lance nodded and angled himself down until the tip of his penis slipped into his wife. She mewled happily, her fingers spreading her labia to give her sister a good view of the action.

	“You'll want your partner to start slow at first. Just with the head, then slowly bottom out once you're ready,” he said, narrating his actions as he thrust forward, his hips pressed to his wife. 
After a few seconds he slowly pulled out, his shaft slick with her fluids. “Of course, you should be nice and wet before he tries to enter you, just like you are now,” he said with a wink.

	Lance wasn't exaggerating. Kari, despite her young age, was soaked;  the soft white fur around the 11-year-old's labia was slicked down and glistening in the midday sun. She was urgently grinding the heel of her palm into her clitoris, occasionally dipping two fingers into her vagina to re-lubricate her hand.

	“So, you ready to try, kiddo?” he said.

	Kari nodded wordlessly, spreading her legs and pulling her labia apart, carefully emulating her sister's pose. Lance pulled out of his wife and crawled across the marriage bed before he turned over and laid on his back, finger gently tracing the underside of his erection to keep himself hard.

	“Here, get on top of me. It's pretty fun, and easier for you to control how much you wanna take.”

	Kari had seen her parents in that position before; she wasted no time in climbing on top of Lance, straddling his hips and eagerly taking his erection into her hands. Pre oozed from Lance's tip in response to the girl's touch.

	“Ah!,” Lance squirmed under her, “the foreskin is pretty sensitive.”

	Kari had never touched a penis before, and she was savoring the moment. She had seen Lance masturbate a few times in the shower, and thus understood the basic mechanics; she carefully emulated his motions from memory as she worked her hands across the shaft.

	“What part feels good?”

	“It depends on the guy, you should ask your husband what feels the best, but for me,” 
he said, carefully taking Kari's hand and using it to peel down his foreskin and place his thumb on the head of his penis, “this area is really sensitive.”

	She experimentally rubbed her thumb across the head.

	“See, you're a natural.”

	“Can I try putting it in?”

	“Whenever you're ready, Kari.” He said, now focusing more on holding back his climax than anything.

	Kari lifted herself up lined his penis up with her entrance, focusing on the mechanics of putting his erection where it needed to go. 

	The head slipped in easily, and she made it about halfway down before she stopped and raised herself, lifting her and tail arching her back, roughly emulating what she had seen her sister do.

	“How's that feel?” she asked, her voice shaking.

	“That feels really, really good,” he said, squirming as he tried to control himself, pressure building up in his balls faster than he had expected. 

	Kari was younger than Enna when they got married, and something about her age and figure, that youthful exuberance and inexperience, fanned the flames of his already healthy libido.

	It took every ounce of concentration Lance possessed to focus on the instruction of his sister-in-law; he carefully put his hands on her rump, making sure she didn't fall on top of him, since she couldn't quite take his entire length.

	He tried to give her occasional pieces of feedback, but the young girl had apparently picked up more than he expected from her nightly acts of voyeurism—she knew how to start slow, how to speed up, how to gyrate her hips the way her sister did. 

	Trying to be a courteous lover, he could do little more other than gently graze his thumb over over clitoris as Kari worked out the mechanics herself.

	“Ah—uh, you haven't had your first period yet, have you?”

	“Nope.” 

	“Did you want me to finish in you or pull out?”

	Kari took a few minutes to respond, her eyes unfocused. “Ah—never seen a dude cum before. Wanna watch.''

	By the time Lance processed her request he only had a few seconds to respond, his orgasm churning in the pit of his stomach like a growing wave. He shakily lifted her up and pulled out, just in time for the first shot of semen to spray across his chest. 

	Kari gasped in response, taking his erection in her paws and letting the rest of his orgasm land on her fingers. Lance leaned back in bed, letting himself sink into the warm afterglow.

	The shock of seeing someone ejaculate in front of her didn't last long, and soon the young tigress positioned herself over Lance's softening erection and started to grind, moving her hips until she positioned her clitoris against his manhood at just the right angle. He gently thrust his hips upward, eliciting a sensuous mewl from the young girl just as she reached her climax. She fell down on top of him, wrapping shuddering arms around his chest, her breaths heavy and tired as she nestled her muzzle into the crook of his neck.

	Enna scooted over and kissed her sister on top of her head before laying down next to her husband, her head resting on his shoulder. 

	“I'd say you're a natural, Kari,” she said.

	Kari, exhausted and still swimming in post-defloration bliss, replied with a grunt. 

	Lance reached a hand up to stroke the back of her head as she nuzzled into the soft fur of his chest.

	Still emulating what she had seen from the adults around her, she lifted herself up and leaned  forward until her gaze was level with Lance’s, then shakily planted a kiss on his lips. For a second she looked at him nervously, ears tilted to the side, unsure if the kiss was welcome. Slightly taken by surprise, Lance hesitated a second before running his fingers through Kari’s shoulder-length hair and pulling her in for another kiss. After a moment he felt Kari’s tongue against his lips, and he opened his mouth to let her explore, which she eagerly did.

	He felt the little tigress’s tongue dash against his teeth, their tongues briefly meeting before Kari pulled away to take a breath. When she looked at him again, she was grinning from ear to ear.

	“You’re really handsome,” Kari squeaked, her paws resting on his chest.

	“You two are so adorable together,” Enna said.

	“I can’t disagree,” Lance said, leaning forward to give his sister-in-law another quick peck on the lips, which she eagerly returned.

	Enna sat up, the motion sudden enough that both Lance and Kari turned to look at her. “Actually, that gives me an idea.”

	The last time Lance had seen his wife look like that, it was right before she suggested a three-way with his brother.

***

	“So this is legal?” Kari’s mother leaned against the kitchen counter, a cup of iced coffee clutched in her paws. It had barely been a day since Kari’s impromptu sex ed lesson, but since then she had monopolized nearly all of Lance’s time—not that Lance was complaining.

	Enna lifted up her legs onto the kitchen table, her tablet resting on her thighs as she flicked through the tabs on a government website. “I’ve heard of a few people doing it, and the lady at city hall said she’s seen more and more folks do it. Apparently the government is more worried about getting fertility rates up than the finer details of who marries who.”

	The family matriarch shrugged. “Well, I don’t see why not. Less hassle than finding a man Kari likes. I was a nightmare when I was her age, made my parents run through half the men in the city before I found your father here,” she said, motioning at Enna’s dad, who was currently at the other end of the living room, laying back on a beanbag and looking at porn on his phone. He looked up from the screen to shoot his wife and daughter a playful wink, hand still on his erection.

	Enna tapped the back of the tablet with her fingers, striped tail swaying across the floor with renewed enthusiasm.

	It was a quarter past ten before Kari finally sashayed out of Enna’s bedroom, where she had spent the morning with Lance. Hipwrap tied as low as possible around her narrow hips and brimming with newfound sexual confidence, she didn’t need to say how she had spent the morning, as the usual sounds of brewing coffee and birdsong had been punctuated by frequent moans from her and her brother-in-law. She sat down next to her sister and reached for the pitcher of iced coffee.

	“So, sis, we gotta talk about your future husband.”

	“Not wasting any time, sheesh,” Kari said, only partly attentive as she flipped through notifications on her phone, iced coffee in her other hand.

	“Well, we think we found a man you’ll be pretty happy with.”

	Kari looked up from her phone. “Oh?”

	Enna waited until her husband walked in, yawning and scratching his—presumably quite drained—balls through his hipwrap.

	“Hey Lance!”

	He turned to look at his wife, ears perking up.

	“How do you feel about having two wives?”