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 mencholy once I was izant about the vacuous, disturbed space adjoining me. Lárus was not in my room. I happily thumped my tail when the door opened aered, struggling to lock it. He picked up several pictures, pced them on my bed, and ensced 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 cupisce spiked as I flipped a picture over. “Ooo— it’s my sexy stud of my brother and future mate.”

  Lárus nodded, delighted by my rea. “I had Róstran draaint me in a myriad of poses either in a few underwear, including a jockstrap, or hat way, you have praphic 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 day, so dad must be g 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 aticity 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 funting himself to the viewer, the pygmy residuum of his smirk ixing with his smile. His natural, sinewy, well-proportioned physique gave him the ammo to backup his nonverbal gasade and hypnotic coquetry to ehe viewer to partake on an indelible, iastic odyssey.

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

  I flipped the third picture over, and it showed my brother perg on the edge of his bed with his arms behind his head, still grinning. The fly on his underwear en, allowing his sheath aicles to obtrude through, and he spread his legs. I noticed the lilliputian bead of pre extravasate from his urethra and the exposed acicur 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 insuffted my lungs when my ate sibling caressed my vulva. “Ok, you’re just showing off,” I uttered after reag for the fourth photo, showing it to him.

  “How I not when I have this frame?” Lárus inquired, elongating his arms. “Especially when I’m funting for my mate-to-be who is currently holding my penis.” He oscuted 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 ere, so he pitched a rge tent, and I dised glimpses of his mase ans. He flexed his sihe following series of tableaus was him showing his thews ag grin in variegated poses. I got satisfactory views of his stilting boner especially wheuro his sides. Róstran capturing the precum that made Lárus’s prick effulgent.

  A permutation occurred i half of the photos my ate brother sent to me. He was btant at parading his frame in the first half while being amiable, seductive, ahralling. The trace of lecherousness was in the background. Now, he profligately and spicuously made the litiousness into the osure in the proceeding pictures. He was on his knees with his butt fag 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 a with his back fag the ground and shoved the undergarment’s pouch aside. I noticed the gradual upsurge in precum from the wanton succession, indig he masturbated during the modeling. The underwear obfuscated while his didesced.

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

  “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 jag my brother off, so I resumed.

  Lárus groaned from the handjob. “A long time, especially when I waited to bee 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 destine project’s duration. “Did Róstra any honorarium from you?”

  Lárus looked at me for a few seds, probably w 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 funted your sexy body for the drawings.”

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

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

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

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

  “Hell yeah!”

  I y on my right side, shuddering as Lárus shoved his hot meat into my rectum. We improved oing his knot iside my vagina and cum in my uterus without tying me. However, I, and most definitely him, savored the intimate vinculum created by the copution’s cresy left mammile turoward him, going straight inside his muzzle. Despite being awhile since he st left his seed in any of my her orifices, he still added the fervid, gentle passion to his celerity.

  We barely fornicated before my atural brother had me on his p. I fucked him enough to know he handed trol to me. His hands on my hips further underlined what I jectured. I phlegmatically slid my ass down his penis, gyrating my her 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 aowledged 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 vivial to the kiss and remued it coequally with his warm expression, and I scratched his head with my left hand. We oscuted until our lungs impetrated us to surcease.

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

  I still maintaihe most trol despite Lárus’s importunity to ejacute in my anus. I beheld the struggle in his eyes— how quixotic of him. I admired his ability to switch betweele, g, rough, aial. He could flip the switch of his own volition after we refi. If I wahe spice, his tail was alrime for yanking. My sphiretched enough for me to suddenly plummet further, followed by his semen flooding my rectum. He stymied his vocals by biting my neck.

  I was tent oing Lárus discharge sperm within my buttocks without reag my asm. However, his chivalrous, siderate 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 stu my ass, gasping for air from the stimution. I immediately tasted my ambrosia on his fingers. He fed me my ar while lig my nipples.

  The buildup steadily arrived, and I was gd our parents got absorbed in their mi whehey had sex, more so because of dad’s challeill, Lárus passionately kissed me sot stifle my howls the sey climax came. I shot streams of my arousal directly on his hands, and my ar pooled on them. I found that out when he brought them forward and poured the delectable, sacchariferous fluid down ullets.

  “Ready for round two?” Lárus inquired.

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

  M 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. Dising 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 ha.

  The naked parents had sex on a couch when I went dowairs. Dad behaved like an animal while plowing mom’s vagina, and she was jod about it, tightly hanging on to him. Róstran and the two epbrothers were ckadaisical about the copution, the former tending to his trading cards. I smelled the sweet and savory redolence of breakfast oable although the remaining portions were pygmy.

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

  “I will.”

  Lárus appeared oairs right as I sat down at the table. “M, Lárus. Breakfast is ready.” I tore a k of ba off.

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

  “We’ll hunker down a blow through,” dad enunciated, spping 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! Ba!” He immediately sat o me, cimed 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 enged on dad’s cream, appearing pocote about his ere.

  “You gono 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 curs 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 fccid on its own.”

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

  “Hlédís,” dad uttered in a slightly admonitory tone, shifting his body to aodate the flueween 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 sacious dare. We’ll eveablish boundaries right now. I’ll start. I won’t have sex with anyone in this house but you, Bráksy. Toug 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 beobile.”

  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 gd it was just you when society eschewed me iriation. I ’t imagine having to stantly herd and fret about the litter I have right now indepely.”

  Dad lifted mom, their genitals still jugate. “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 enitals separate, I’ll get Tandri and escort him here before the stets worse.”

  “Alright.”

  The parents returned, and dad’s pericated 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. Toug each enitals or anuses was the farthest venereal activity we would do. They would do the more al avocations to one another sihey were husband and wife, and dad was impetuous at stuffing mom with his meat, shoving it inside her semen-slick grotto again.

  We pyed a straightforward card game while mom and dad had sex. Whoever was the st 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 tter being the family’s add-on. The process is the same if someone mistakingly called an individual out on a truth, except the tter dared the former ihe early rounds resulted iwo stepbrothers in panties and bras, Rynaki’s fingers in mom’s pucker, and dad finally satiated my sanguineous brother’s ragiion.

  Mom won the following rouually fixing her gaze at me when I was the st oh 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 cours. I noticed crumpled pieces of paper in a tainer near his desk and a sheet on it. My petunce fred fugaciously after desg ásyv?r’s hough I trusted him to hear his ratioation ter. I returo the group after iing myself in the mirror with the jockstrap on.

  The following round was the first instance of negligible i. Dágfárik had to touch his ate progenitor’s penis for a minute, creating an interregnum in the parents’ intercourse. It was most likely his premier experien toug 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 uing state of chockablock gonads for a month, and his cock was votile to where it eructed cum around the halfway mark. The amount of spunk dad had in reserve besotted us.

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

  “And I have more pups to give to my mate today,” dad responded, his prick capriciously ejag everywhere because of the intractable twitches. “That’s what happens when somebody stimutes your penis aicles every sed 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 fgrant 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 ohis was my first sexual experiehat 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 ret personal recapitution. I was fortable with him though I troverted to myself about how much I should show to them.

  Róstran jumped as soon as he touched my slit, legitimately panig from my pyag. “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 ehe hug and pced a small vacuity between us, grinning as I presented my twat to him.

  “You want to tinue?” Mom asked, both she and dad looking ed.

  “I do it.”

  Róstran slowly ied a finger into my snatch, still teer 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 pusilnimous 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 peogether 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 toug, and I agreed to it, so you 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 bohey both froze and simpered, staring at the phalluses. I watched them hardly make a move, and Tandri trembled simirly to Róstran, w if he would back out. Dad took the initiative and squeezed Tandri’s plump, pilose protuberaandri sucked in his lips with a hiss while receiving dad’s touches.

  Tandri fugaciously glided his sheath across dad’s erect penis while his ere gradually emerged. He immediately respired, and I heard jubint pants and whimpers. Dad’s squeezes remained firm, being the primary impetus behind the ion. I got a better perspective of how close his cock was to dad’s di the proportions. The thrusts got more frantice he was fully-hard, and dad’s grip expao include the sed prick.

  I beheld the two fleshy spears extravasate precum. I gnced around the open room after realizing my vagina was wet. It arent dad and Tandri were the osure of everyone’s attention, so I surreptitiously cosseted my folds and fingered my pussy, the sword-fight between the sgs as they clumsily frotted. Tandri appeared he relished the event, yet his movements veyed he wao finish it pronto, and dad’s ejacutions were forthing while he still had time tarrying.

  Dad must’ve sensed his iable asm because he swiftly had Tandri itom position with him kneeliween 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 untrolbly moan his nonverbal apotheosis.

  “Brákfur!” Tandri drawled out.

  Dad’s only alternative to his sloroach was a total caesura, and he only surceased ephemerally when he came close to an asm or when Tandri had an untrolble cough. All of Tandri’s initial yers of fears deliquesced, although something stymied most of the geriatriri. Tandri behaved like he wao do more than grind penises. I saw him reach towards dad several times only to promptly retreat eastance.

  Dad had Tandri into a rollig psh 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 insed, and Tandri bucked his hips for once sihe position s. 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 pstered their front bodies and visages, eventually redug to a gradual trickle until their testicles draihemselves. He helped him sit up and whispered something in Tandri’s left ear.

  “Thanks,” Tandri bashfully murmured.

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

  More iuous touches occurred between Dágfárik and Rynaki, dad and his biological sons, mom and Lárus, and she and I from the subsequent rounds. They were weirded out whehey caressed a ate 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 challeogether. She wore one of dad’s jockstraps, and dad relished his challenge he gave her, whivolved estibles. None forced Róstran to denude. She won the final round, and I came in st pce.

  My challenge was I had to perform a p dan 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 fu and vagina on his visage. My pce 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 ejacuted posthaste. I g our her regions, watg the jizz nd on us.

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

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

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

  “It will, Róstran, and we won’t be buried underh 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 damher be the death of us without me having a say in it. Right now,” he gesticuted at the stepbrothers and Lárus, “you three will e with me, and we’ll clear out a small opening at the front door. We’ll che it frequently, remove snow if necessary, and shelter in pce 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 iub full of warm water to remove dad’s sperm, tossing the jockstrap aside. My brother barged in several mier, shivering like crazy. “Fug Faer, it’s cold as hell out there. I’m surprised my dick didn’t freeze off.” He exuviated his clothes and sat iub across from me. “Ahh,” he drawled out etedly, leaning backwards.

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

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

  “I noticed a o ásyv?r 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 ied in her anymore. My knot is solely meant for you and no one else.” We cuddled iub briefly before he vacated it. “You wao sleep with you tonight, or are you fine?”

  “I’ll manage by myself. Thanks for asking.”

  Lárus aowledged with a haure. “Alright.”

  I soaked ihtub until nightfall a into my bedroom where I brushed my fur and ied my naked body. My officiousness about the weather outside pelled me to look into crepuscur enviro outside. I didn’t see how deep the snow was, but the apocalyptic glow iramentous sky told me the premonitory moon was out. I went underh the bs and shut my eyes.

  My familiar dream returned, and I was in a room as aphotic as outside with lurid fmes in front of me. Lárus, Róstran, the two Ki’Tsuns, and two more Fenri took turns leaving me behind, with my brother being the st. 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 oher side of the inferno. It was bizarre. It resembled a male Humae not entering one aside from Janas Dyser. However, it didn’t resemble him, and it extes hand through the fme. 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 fort.