The dream somehow changed from his previous visions of cobra females surrounding him, to some swirling plane of star-filled turf and ripples of water in the sky. Before him, a dark silhouette blotted out part of the stars, striking a pose he couldn't tell what, specifically. He could just stare and watch as the silhouette danced, the features uncertain. For no reason why, he couldn't shake the images, or the feeling in his heart, about whoever that was. He was drawn to that individual...

A loud crash and repeated screaming woke Steven up from his slumber. Downstairs, his mother was yelling and worried. In a sleepy daze, being about 3:15 in the morning, the young lizard jumped off of his bunk bed and landed on the floor, rubbing his eyes and slowly putting on his red bandanna and fingerless gloves.
Opening the door, the sobbing from downstairs caught his immediate attention. Minerva's door opened also, and Steven's sister poked her head out and asked what was going on. The two walked down the stairs together lazily, poking their heads forward and around the corner so they could see into the living room.
The giant glass window had been shattered, and shards of the panes were spread across the floor and furniture like sprinkles on a cupcake. A large stone laid in the middle of it all, carved with some sort of message or imagery that the kids couldn't make out so well from above. Their mother was crying hysterically against the wall, gasping and attempting to voice her concerns between shudders. Their father, however, stood at the broken window and stared outside, his feet protected by his army boots, a scowl on his face.
A tug on their shoulders elicited a jumpscare from both children. "Guys, c'mon," whispered Kayla, who had come downstairs behind them, still in her (quite-revealing) sleeping clothes, "come upstairs, okay?"
"Wha, what's going on, Kay?"
"I'll explain upstairs, Ven. C'mon."
Silently, the two younger lizards exchanged glances and followed Kayla up the stairs, but Steven could still hear the developing conversation downstairs before the door to Kayla's bedroom closed behind them.
"Oh Ferrus... OH, this is terrible! They, they... Somebody's gotta do something to stop these vagrants..."
An audible male growl rose in the scarred lizard's throat. "Somebody WILL, Eva mine. These damn furs need to learn their place."
"They can't just do that... They can't just..."
"YOU HEAR ME, YOU MAMMAL SCUM?!" bellowed the dragon descendant. "You need to learn your place in line! You can't do this to my family, to my kind! I'll get every last one of ya, I swear it... or my name isn't Ferrus 'Ironwill' Drake!"

Inside Kayla's room, Steven's nerves settled. He looked around at Kay's things... It had been a while since he was last allowed in her room, due to some insect-related prank he had made just to get her out of there. Various posters of teenage heartthrobs adorned the walls, and clothes of various levels of fashion, coverage, and modesty were strewn all over the place. Minerva quickly made her home on Kayla's messy twin-sized bed, getting immediately sleepy again from being woken so early.
Kayla, though, was in front of her mirror, stretching her limbs out and yawning. The light from her nightstand lamp shined on her form, her tank top and boyshort bottoms leaving little to the imagination. Steven was watching his older sister intently while seated on the edge of the bed, unaware that she could easily see him from her mirror. She caught sight of him glancing at her between her stretches, but did nothing to point it out to him except smile inwardly.
"Oh, Kay?" came Minerva's voice, snapping Steven out of his stupor.
"What's up, Min?"
"Uh, do you got -[yawn]- Do you got any toys I can sleep with?"
Kay raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'toys you can sleep with'? Toys are for playtime, not sleepy-time, silly!"
"I meant your buzzing toys, the ones that help you sleep."
Steven felt a lump in his throat as he noticed Kay freeze and turn wide-eyed toward their little sister. "What... the hell, Min?" She ignored her own use of language and continued, "Have you been going through my drawers, again?"
"I need help to sleep... I know you put those in your special hole, and that helps you sleep..."
Steven squeezed his eyes shut, while Kayla's grew wide open. "Wh... Where'd you hear that, huh?"
"I didn't hear it anywhere... I just wanna get some sleep. I play with my special hole sometimes to help me sleep, but I think toys like yours help do it better."
Steven was in another plane of existence.
"Wait," came the cold voice of Kayla, "...you USED my toys?"
"No, I didn't use them. I just hear you through the wall."
Kayla paused and looked at the wall between her room and Minerva's. "...Yeah, these walls are so thin upstairs, huh?" She pouted, not liking the revelation that she didn't have as much privacy as she thought she did.
"Maybe I can play with Ven's instead," muttered Min with a yawn.
Steven's eyes flew open. "Wh, what?!"
Kayla snorted and stifled a laugh. "What? Ven has a toy you can play with?"
"Yeah, show her, Ven!"
Steven froze and just stared at his sleepy sister. He desperately wanted to shake his head, say anything, but...
"Oh... wow..." came Kayla's voice.
Steven turned to look at his older sister and found her looking at him, but down. He followed her gaze and discovered the risen bump in his shorts, clearly visible to all, even in the low light of the room. He shrieked and covered it with his hands, lifting his knees to assist.
But it was too late to escape. "Damn, Ven," chuckled Kayla, "that's a big one."
Steven blushed as he nervously shook on the edge of the bed. He felt like he wanted to be anywhere besides there at that moment.
"Yeah," chirped Minerva, "and it gets ticklish, too. That's what Ven says, at least."
Steven redoubled his desire to disappear. Huge sweatdrops began leaking from his forehead.
"Whoa, Min. When did he tell you this?"
"Last night. We talked for a little. I asked him what he meant by 'they got into the stoats', from yesterday, and he told me."
Kayla smiled. "Did... you two... do anything?"
Steven's face went from red from blushing to pale white in record time. "No, no no! We didn't DO anything. I swear."
"Well... I dunno about what Mom and Dad would think, but whatever." Kayla shrugged dismissively. "From what Dad told me, dragons have had many different kinds of kinks, including incest, among other things. I guess it would kinda... run in the family?"
Steven slowly turned to Kayla, raising his eyebrow confused. "Wait... what do you...?"
Kayla stretched again with her arms above her head, groaning and sighing. Her chest puffed out again, her tantalizing cleavage swallowed the rest of Steven's words. By the time she opened her eyes again and saw him looking at her mounds, his legs had relaxed and his bulge was once again visible. She sighed and shook her head. "Would showing you my tits help you calm down, Ven?"
Steven blushed again, but he just nodded wordlessly, his eyes still fixed on his older sister.
Kayla shook her head to herself, with a smile. She walked over to the bed. Minerva propped herself up with heavy, blinking eyes. Just like that, Kayla whispered, "Don't blink." She pulled the edges of her tank top, rolling it up bit by bit. When she reached the underboob, she lifted the remainder, exposing her chest to the younger lizards.
Steven's mouth slowly gaped open as he looked at his sister's breasts by the lamplight. The perfect curves, the darker areola and pierced nipples, placed just right... His hand instinctively lifted as if he was going to touch her, but she teasingly recoiled and put her tank top back on.
"Chaos, Ven. Where are your manners, huh?"
Minerva laid back onto the bed and yawned. "Someday, I'm gonna have as big boobies as you, Kay. Maybe even bigger."
Another shout resounded through the wall, the voices from below unintelligible. Kayla sighed disappointed, yawning halfway. "Well, everyone onto the bed."
Steven moved over to lay down next to Minvera, and Kayla laid down next to him. She switched off the nightstand's lamp and pulled the covers over everyone. "Good night"s were exchanged, and within a minute Minerva was heard snoring lightly.
Steven, though, felt contact on his crotch and gasped. He turned to see Kayla smirking at him sideways. "You get to be the one that Dad cares about more, you know. Keeping in the family traditions, and all."
Steven's member twitched and pulsed in his sister's hand. "...Y-yeah, I know. I'm scared of that."
A gentle tug sent a warm wave up his spine. "Well, if it helps you... I think Dad's not against a little fun, as long as he doesn't know it's happening here."
Steven felt his body's fatigue creep up on him, but before he could give in to the sleepiness, he placed a hand onto Kayla's breast. It was surprisingly soft and warm. He felt his sister shift and sigh contentedly from the contact, and she released his member. "Good night, Ven."
He in turn released her boob, letting his need for sleep overcome him. "Good night, Kay."

The walk to school the next day was tense for the young lizard as he made his way up the lane and over to the thoroughfare, out to the street where a group of three reptiles awaited him.
"Hey, Ven. Nice shiner, thorntail."
Steven did his best to shrug off the backhanded compliment. "Any of you guys get in trouble for the fight?"
The monitor lizard known as Bracken shook his head with a smirk. "Naw, my pa seemed ta be pleased 'bout the whole thing. Did anyone tell 'im anythin'?"
"Well," chimed in Steven, "our dads were at my place when I got home, yesterday. I kinda told them, when my dad saw my eye."
A playful, if forceful, punch greeted Steven's shoulder. "So that's where he heard it from! Dude, you can't jus' tell 'em everythin' that happens. One of them's liable ta get mad."
"But Bracken, you don't just hide something from my dad! He... he gets REALLY upset when a secret is kept from him."
A momentary pause in the conversation felt like a long hour of self-reflection. Nobody wanted to cross any of their dads, but none of them envied Steven for having Ferrus Ironwill Drake as his patriarch.
"Hey, guys!" came a call from the cross-street they had just reached. Another group of reptiles joined the four, and their chatter devolved to the sharing of gossip accrued from the night before, covering topics consisting of individuals, new video game news, parties and events, school homework assignments being passed around and copied before reaching home room, and so on. Steven brought up the incident from that early morning, and asked if anyone else had heard about vandalism attacks on their homes. Nobody else answered in the affirmative, but some of the larger youth expressed concern in sticking together, especially now, until someone found more details about who that might have been. "Probably was them stoats from yesterday." "Anyone follow you home, Ven?" "No, not that I could see." "Pff, as if you could see anything with that black eye! Hah hah hah!" "Naw, they'd turn tail and run away as soon as they saw that wide open window. Ironwill's always watching."
Another three reptiles joined the group, this time joined by someone Steven had not recognized.
"Guys, this is Jemma. She's been introduced to the whole situation, and she'd like to stick with us."
Steven tried to peek around the others and see this new member of the clique, but there were so many around that it was difficult for the shorter lizard to get a good look at her. All he could tell, was that she was darkly teal-skinned.
"H-hi, everyone," came the timid greeting.
"Hey there, welcome. Keep close, and keep your eyes open in case of mammals, alright?" came the authoritative voice of one of the chameleon brothers. The mass of reptiles then began moving again towards the campus, but Steven held for a bit as he watched the teal-skinned girl stand in place for a bit, and when finally the mass had moved on, he saw a young and meek-looking gecko girl with spectacles and a miniskirt looking at the crowd and back over her shoulder, as if she was contemplating going back to her home and staying in her bed. She jumped when she noticed the thorny lizard standing before her, his black eye and adventuresome clothes betrayed by his slightly-agape mouth and star-struck eyes. Steven guessed that she was about his age, or within a year younger than he. But she was of course taller than him, though not by as much as 6 to 12 inches. Her T-shirt outlined her small budding breasts, but the shirt itself was long enough to stretch past the band of her miniskirt as if it were tugged on manually by someone insecure or afflicted with a nervous tic.
Steven offered his hand to her, and flashed a toothy smile. "Hi, I'm Ven. Short for Steven."
The gecko girl gulped, looking at his stretched out hand, before slowly placing her own hand into his and shaking it like a dead fish. "I-I'm Jemma."
"I, uh, I think I've seen you in Math? Third period, Ms. Marmot's?"
"Y-yeah, you're two seats in f-front of me."
"Oh, right." Steven closed his black eye and felt the soreness kick up again. He motioned to the group. "We should, uh, probably catch up to them."
"Oh, y-yes. L-let's go." Jemma rolled her shoulders to adjust the weight of her backpack on her shoulders, and glanced sideways at Steven as he walked alongside her. Steven also stole a few glances at her, smiling when he saw that she was looking at him also. He did not miss the detail, though, that the paddle-tailed gecko gal was blushing lightly. He sighed to himself contentedly.

After classes, the reptiles met up again just at the edge of the campus. Some of then elected to stay behind to study up at the cafeteria, while the rest wanted to get together for sports at the field. The elder reptiles were arguing amongst themselves about which of the larger kids should go to the cafeteria with the younglings, while the rest got to play. Steven stood aside and yawned. He would rather go straight home and not study... maybe even get his sister to play with him. But he had a big math test coming up, and his grades needed improvement, so he threw his hands up and said why not, he'd stay behind and study too. In the end, Titus the younger chameleon brother was chosen to watch over the studiers, and he coughed out a "Fine" before wrangling up the one group and leading them to the cafeteria on campus.
Steven was aware enough to look around and notice a fennec fox guy standing against the wall of one of the pods, eying the group intently. He didn't like the look in the guy's eye as he stared at them, but a bump into someone's backpack shook out the thought to bring it to Titus's attention.
"Oh, sorry," he muttered reflexively.
In front of him, the teal-skinned gecko girl Jemma looked over her shoulder and stuttered, "O-oh, I'm s-sorry, ahh..." Seeing Steven, she chuckled politely, "O-oh, hi Ven. A-are you heading to study group, t-too?"
"Oh, hello there Jemma." Steven scratched the back of his head in slight embarrassment. "Yeah, I need to study up on my Math."
"O-oh, me too. Ms. Marmot's test this coming Friday?"
"Yup."
"M-maybe we could study together?"
"Sssure," came the lizard's hesitant reply. Why not? he thought to himself.
"G-great."

"A gecko?!" came the roar from Steven's left. Everyone else around the dinner table held their silence as Ferrus continued berating his son. "You know geckos aren't dragon descendants, like lizards. Their blood is too diluted! You shouldn't waste your efforts there, you hear me?"
Steven could only gulp and nod his head slowly, the look on his face betraying his disappointment.
His father continued, "My child of vengeance, you know that I am looking out for your well-being. You, as progenitor of the species, need to find compatible mates and focus your efforts there, not on frivolous side-pursuits and flings like... geckos." He spat out the last word with so much disdain, Steven could've started bottling it up for selling on the street.
"C-consider this, love," came the calm voice of his mother on the other side of the table. "You want to be with someone who will help you reach your fullest potential, is that not true?"
Steven ventured with "Y-yeah..?"
With a glance up at Ferrus's scowling face, Eva continued, "Well, hopefully you will see, in your little friendship with your gecko friend, that your fullest potential can't be reached with her. She doesn't seem like someone who will be a good dragon mother, now does she?"
Ferrus growled Eva's name in a low tone, in an effort to convey his disapproval of her "help", but Steven cut in, "I'm not looking for someone like that yet, Ma! I just... I just needed someone to study Math with, is all. And she is in the group with us on the way to school anyway, so she knows and agrees with our viewpoint, so I--"
Ferrus burst into the thought stream, accentuating with a clawed finger. "Son, it doesn't matter. Don't fall for her, do you hear me? I need-- A lot depends on you to not waste your efforts or your seed on anyone not draconic. Reptile or otherwise, dragons matter more to you than anything." Ferrus narrowed his eyes and stared at young Steven, his sight boring into him like high-powered mining lasers. "Do... you... understand... me?"
Steven felt his breath get sucked out of him, not from the fear of his father within a twitch's length away from giving out a belt across his rear, but from the three other members at the dinner table holding their breaths in.
"...Y-yes, sir, I... I understand." The sadness on his face was apparently the right kind of sadness conveyed, because his father settled back into his seat with less of a scowl than before.
"Good. Someday, you'll see, that I'm only helping you with what's best for you, for your family, and for all scales." Without further word, he turned back to his meal, before growling at Kayla, "Please pass the salt, will you dear?"
Steven's appetite, though, was gone.

A tap at the wall between his room and his sister's made Steven nervous. Anything that would make his father even more upset at him was liable to make him unable to sit down for a whole week, due to the beating he'd receive. Even when the soft pitter-pattering of footfalls hailed the arrival of Minerva at the foot of his bunk bed, Steven felt distant, like he was already halfway asleep.
"I said, can we try that now?" came Minerva's hissed whisper.
"Huh?!" came Steven's snorted call back to reality, and he shook awake and looked over the edge of the top bunk down to his sister in her lavender-colored nightgown.
"Hey, were you asleep already?" Minerva was pouting, her face barely visible in the dim lighting of the room.
"N-no, just... Thinking about earlier today that's all."
Minerva hopped up and gripped the edge of the top bunk, then pulled herself up and next to her brother, much to his surprise. She sat on the edge, letting her legs dangle over, turning to the side so she could talk to him. "Ven, can we do that special thing you promised yesterday?"
Steven didn't need to be reminded of what that was. "I don't want to get caught... Especially tonight. Especially by dad. He'd be furious at me." If his body were a balloon, Minerva would see him deflating steadily from that last statement.
"Don't worry, Ven." Minerva pointed at the door. Steven followed her gaze to the door handle, which was shut and locked. Steven blinked hard, since that was all he could do. "Can we try that, now?"
The young male lizard slowly decided that the reward was worth the risk, as precautions had been taken. He rolled his sheet off of him in order to make room for Minerva, and she turned around so she was now kneeling on his bunk.
The two stared at each other silently for a few seconds, before Steven whispered, "Uh, so... what do we, uh..?"
"Um, you said that if you can get it hard, you can push it inside, right?"
"Y-yeah."
"So, are you hard yet?"
Both young lizards looked down at Steven's shorts and found a bulge, but not a protruding member. Steven slowly gripped the band on his shorts, and pulled down to expose his body, nervously sweating as he could see his sister look at his manhood.
"Hee hee!" she giggled a little loudly, to which Steven hissed a "shush". "It's so floppy."
"Y-yeah, it's like this when it's not hard."
"Why isn't it hard, like, all the time, though?"
"Well, the thing that makes it hard is blood filling into it. That's what makes it sensitive, and stiff. It's dangerous if there's always that much blood in it."
"Yeah that makes sense." Minerva patiently stared, expecting it to harden up before her eyes.
Steven gulped down his dry throat before mustering up the courage for his next sentence. "Perhaps, ah, you can take off your g-gown, too?"
With little hesitation, Steven watched as his sister pulled off her gown and tossed it to the bottom bunk, revealing her young female chest and her youthful belly. Her armor plating had been taken off and left in her room, revealing the soft flesh underneath. It was easier to sleep that way.
Steven was wordless. He placed his hand on Minerva's stomach and felt the warmth emanating from her body as he gently, softly, slowly rubbed her up and down. He could hear her breathing slow as she relaxed her body and laid down next to him. His hands wandered to her chest, massaging the contours of her yet-developing buds and feeling her little nipples roll between his fingers. He saw her biting her lip and stifle a huff, before looking back as his own member and verifying, that it was indeed ready for action.
"Okay, Min... I'm ready."
Minerva looked down at her brother's cock and nodded slowly. What would happen next would require her to control her outbursts more so than ever before. Even Kayla's toys would be nothing compared to a live one inside her.
Steven slowly pulled off Minerva's floral-print panties and revealed her nethers to the air. In autopilot, the male burrowed his snout into her legs and took in a great sniff, wafting her scent into his nostrils. The contact of his nose against her young clitoris made Minerva shudder. The panties were thrown to the bunk bed underneath, and Minerva curled up her legs instinctively, exposing her glistening snatch to Steven. Gently, he brought his own member's head to the parted lips, rubbing slowly while Minerva squirmed silently and her body began lubricating. She wanted to shut her eyes, but she kept them open to watch as her brother, unable to wait any longer, brought his shaft to the opening of her "special hole", and pushed in, bit by bit, inch by inch, all the way to the hilt. Her eyes bulged and she covered her mouth quickly to avoid moaning out loud. She felt her insides stretch and ripple.
Steven, on the other hand, felt the warmth and the wetness of his sister's vagina clamp down on his member, and was elated. There was his crowning moment, his virginity and hers lost forever. He felt her insides adjust to his girth, and he felt more lubrication coat his dick.
After a few minutes, the two siblings looked at each other with sweaty brows and heaving chests. "Min... Are... you ready..?"
After another silent nod, Steven swung back his pelvis and then gave a thrust, sending shockwaves of indescribable pleasure throughout their bodies. His penis throbbed and pulsated, and the shiver of excitement crawled up his spine. His tail curled into an S-shape and shook, spasming along with him. Underneath, her tail had also lengthened out and writhed as her body heaved and rocked with each thrust.
After not long, Steven felt the pressure within him grow to a boiling point. His thrusting sped up, and he could feel his member swell as it neared the final moment. He barely noticed Minerva underneath him struggling not to gasp aloud, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth agape, voiceless.
But before he could climax, his mind recalled a voice he had heard that evening...
"...not waste your efforts or your seed..."
Steven paused, hearing his father's voice in his head.
"...A lot depends on you..."
He stopped thrusting, looking down and seeing his sister splayed out underneath her, his pecker penetrating her.
"...someone who will help you reach your fullest potential..."
He now heard his mother's words, but somehow his father's angry, disapproving voice was saying it.
"...I'm only helping you with what's best for you..."
He now saw his father's face in his mind's eye, scowling and growling at him, eyes reddened and breath aflame as if he were an actual dragon.
His quickly-beating heart and rapid breath turned from ecstasy to fear, and his eyes refocused on what was happening before him. In his fear, he pulled his shaft out and stared at the slick genitals. His own, slathered in her juices and blood, and hers, with an open tunnel and froth collected at the entrance. The sudden pulling out triggered the last bit of effort his body needed, and he felt the sudden rush begin. Nervous, Steven jumped down off the bed and ran over to his nightstand and the box of tissues, frantically pulling one and and covering his peen with it as he felt the streams of seed spewing out, forever doomed to not meet their purpose inside a female body.
He stood there for a minute or two, shivering and focusing his breath as he was bent over his desk, one hand holding his member and the tissue on the end of it, the other propping him up over the desk. He felt his heart calm slowly, carefully, and his breathing progressed from large huffs to steady panting to loud sniffs through his nostrils, before he opened his eyes again. Turning towards the bed, he saw Minerva propped up, her legs still wide open but looking down at him with a sweaty body and gulping down huge portions of air, observing her brother as he spilled his seed into the tissue instead of releasing it within her. She looked at her own genitals and furrowed her brow for a second, slowly closing her legs and wincing in discomfort. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and hesitated.
"...You okay?" came the timid voice of Steven, which received no response for a solid minute.
"...You... were gonna..."
"I... don't... I didn't..."
Sighing, Minerva hopped down and landed on shaky legs, trying to right herself but unable to quite get there. Steven held her hand to hold her up, and she tried to widen her stance to better stand, only to feel a trickle of juices trail down her leg.
"...Oh, you... You better head over to the bathroom."
"Yeah," was all Minerva responded with, donning her nightgown and wadding up her panties into her hand, stubbornly trying to step forward towards the door.
Steven reached the door before her and silently unlocked it, peeking his head out and looking up and down the hall. The voices from underneath revealed his father and mother still in the kitchen talking, oblivious to their children's romp. He opened the door wider and let Minerva pass by him without a word. He whispered a sorry "sorry" to her as she passed, and watched as she waddled and weaved her way to the bathroom door down the hall, hand between her legs and a stream of pink tracing the back of her leg.
Steven stood there unable to believe himself. He almost let his seed inside his own sister. He couldn't imagine what would've happened if his parents found out about that little romp. Even worse, what they would have done had she conceived. He felt ashamed, not just towards his parents, but also towards Minerva. In one moment, he felt like he had manipulated her. In another, he felt like was pressured into it by his family. In another, he felt like his friends and fellow reptiles would shun him or applaud him for this, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be either. All in all, he felt like what he had done was wrong, even though it felt so... liberating.
"You... did... NOT." A voice down the hall shook Steven out of his stupor, and he saw Kayla staring at him with a look of shock and amazement, the corners of her lips upturned in a grin at the scandalous occurrence whose aftermath she had just had the pleasure to bear witness to. Mortified, he himself realized his member was still out in the open, the liquids thereon drying in the warm air, but the colors clearly visible under the hallway light: white juice and dark red blood.
Steven could only gulp as he froze in place, then scooted his body behind the door and shut it. He could faintly hear Kayla scoff and chuckle lightly, muttering "wow" before her footsteps approached his bedroom. Steven quickly locked the door, the click audible just as Kayla reached the door. She had begun reaching for the door handle when she heard the click, and paused. "Ven, just... Nicely done, okay? That's all." She then turned and walked off to the bathroom to assist Minerva.
The young male lizard, though, was frozen in fear. And though his appetite that evening led to him not eating too much at the dinner table, he now felt like he was going to throw up.

A spot of wetness on the bedsheet revealed just how exciting the event was that night. Steven lay in bed, his back against the wall and staring at the spot in front of him. He had heard the door close once in the room next to him, but didn't hear his sister get into bed, so he assumed that Kayla let her sleep in her bed that night. He now felt so alone.
He idly touched the wet spot again, like he had at ninety second intervals for the past hour, his mind wandering through images of the past two days: the stoat attack, his father patting the elder monitor lizard's shoulder, Jemma's face, his own reflection in the koi fish pond, Minerva's sweat-slickened body pulsing under him, Kayla's bare chest, his father's growling voice... Minerva's scent, though, permeated his mind, and he thought again on the rape from the previous day, the trading of grabs in Kayla's bed, him spearing Minerva as his first time. His mind drew an image of Kayla and Minerva laying on either side of him, in the nude and grinding their pussies on his legs. He could barely feel his member chub up and rise again, intoxicated by the smell of virgin flesh being deflowered. His hand gripped his cock and pumped, as his mind caught hold upon lustier and lustier thoughts and fantasies. Young Steven felt the resolve solidify, and the inhibitions crumble slightly, as he gave in to his thoughts and nodded to himself... Yes, this is what I want to have. Why stay exclusive? Dragons weren't exclusive creatures... why should I be?