Revelations by IndigoNeko

After David deals with the consequences of being less than specific about the house rules. Elizabeth and Alex have more fun and games. Until David walks in on them a second time.

WARNING: This story contains adult-only content. Check the tags before you continue reading.

Chapter 17 – Darker Secrets

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Saturday, May 30th, 2015

David finished pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. If he knew the two girls, they were going to want to spend some time in the pool. Or at least Lizzy would. He wasn't in the mood to swim right now, but he could just as easily read his book outside as inside. Especially with the balmy early summer weather.

“Hey, girls?”, David called as he started walking down the stairs. He figured they probably hadn't gotten into too much trouble while he'd been upstairs, but he figured he should at least clarify what he'd meant when he'd said 'keep your clothes on'. It was a fairly common colloquialism, but they were only nine years old, so they might not know what he'd meant. 

He sighed as he reached the foyer at the base of the stairs, careful not to slip on the polished wood floor. He hoped whatever idiot had originally decided to put in hardwood flooring had eventually learned what a pain they were for people with hooves or claws. It may look nice, but it was slippery as hell and had to be refinished every so often thanks to the inevitable claw scratches and scuffs. He was seriously tempted to put down carpet, he thought as he walked past the kitchen and bathroom under the stairwell, heading towards the living room.

As he turned the corner into the living room, he was relieved to see that they still had their clothes on. He'd been half afraid to find them in the middle of...well...sexy stuff, as they were calling it. Elizabeth was sitting in the far corner of the sectional where she'd been that morning, and Lizzy was kneeling on the cushion next to her, facing away from him and leaning over Alex, like they'd been kissing. He could hear them talking and giggling. He cleared his throat to get their attention, and Lizzy leaned back, turning to face him. His sense of relief vanished as he realized what they'd been doing. He didn't mind watching the cubs while Raenne was out for the tournament, refereeing and officiating belt tests, but sometimes...

Alex's skirt and panties were sitting around her thigh, clearly showing pink. Then he saw Elizabeth's face and sighed. A ribbon of semen coated the side of her face and drops of milky white hung from her whiskers. His dick twitched; he'd seen porn that was less explicit. 

“Get your clothes back on, Alex. I'll be right back,” he said as he did as he turned around and headed to the bathroom to get a cloth. By the time he returned, Alex at least had her skirt back on and both of them were in the process of cleaning off Lizzy's face...by licking it off. He felt his pants begin to tighten. “Stop that, you two.”

God, why me? he thought as he knelt down next to the two of them. Alex's shirt was a disgrace, dotted with wet spots. He dabbed at the worst of them, sighing and saying “Couldn't you two just have gone upstairs to do this? Now you'll need to change your shirt, Alex.”

“Sorry, dad,” she said before turning back to Lizzy. “Huh, it does taste kind of like chai,” she said before she was interrupted by a yawn. “More like saltwater though.”

David was confused, then realized exactly what she was talking about. His dick throbbed, though he was kind of grossed out. After he finished cleaning up her shirt, he turned to Elizabeth. “Hold still,” he said as he used the cloth to wipe off the girl's chin, then the rest of her face while he started to explain why he'd come down in the first place.

“When someone says 'keep your clothes on', it means to not do anything sexual, Lizzy. It's one of those  phrases that means something else, like saying 'hold your horses'”, he said as he started wiping off the gobs of cum off her face, trying to ignore his now rock-hard erection. ”I don't really mind if you two want to kiss or cuddle anywhere in the house, but please go to Alex's room if you're going to do something that involves touching your naughty bits? I'd really prefer not to have to clean cum stains off clothes or furniture.”

“Sorry, Mr. Andreyev,” the tiny stoat said as he continued to daub the last of the mess out of her fur. She was kind of sad...mostly cause she wasn't getting to lick up the last of Alex's tasty treat.

“Daddy, what are cum stains?” she asked with another yawn.

“Um...Cum is another word for semen or...umm...vaginal secretions. If they get on light-colored fur or clothing and stuff, it can leave yellowish stains if it's not cleaned off quickly,” he said as he folded up the cloth, getting ready to stand up. “So unless you want your pretty white fur to turn yellow, make sure you clean up after you do anything messy. Cum stains can smell, too.”

“Oh. And, umm...we got a little on the window too,” Alex said, pointing. “Sorry.”

David sighed as he stood up, leaning over to wipe off the window as well, hoping neither of them would notice the fact that he was sporting a boner that would put most other felines to shame. Sometimes having an abnormally large dick was as much of an inconvenience as it was a blessing...as his wife was quick to point out.

“Okay, all done,” he said as he stood back up. “Alex? Hand me your shirt; I'll have to soak it in cold water. Are you two going to go upstairs and do anything else, or should I bring you another shirt?”

The two cubs looked at each other, then they both looked at him and simultaneously said “Upstairs”. For a moment he could have sworn they were telepathic or something. Then Alex leaned forward, pulling at her collar. Elizabeth grabbed the hem of Alex shirt, helping to pull it off and handing it to him.

“Thanks,” he said as he wadded up the shirt and washcloth. He was kind of surprised at just how lean Alex was...he could clearly make out her abdominals, even through her dense fur. For that matter, she was pretty much all lean muscle, though she didn't look underweight. Just like his wife, now that he thought about it. He blinked, wondering if he should start feeding her more, and turned around towards the hallway, heading for the basement wash room.

Alex and Elizabeth sat there for a moment before Alex grabbed the crutches lying on the floor and started heading upstairs. “Well, I guess we really shouldn't do anything in our clothes,” Elizabeth said as she trailed behind Alex. “I didn't know that boy-juice and girl-juice could stain stuff. No wonder Charlotte's always washing the sheets and stuff.”

The tigress continued to swing herself along with the crutches. “Yeah, I didn't know either. I'm kind of glad I asked mom to help change the sheets last...er...nevermind.”

Lizzy knew something was bothering Lexi. After she'd arrived, Lexi'd been sullen and irritated, a far cry from her usually boisterous and inquisitive self. Part of it was from having a broken leg, she was sure, but not everything. She wondered for a moment if she should simply ignore it...but Lexi always made her feel better. It was her job to make Lexi feel better. 

“Lexi, you've been sad all morning, and it's not just your broken leg.”

“Sorry,” Alex replied tersely.

“I don't want you to say sorry; I want you to tell me why so I can help you, silly kitty!”

Alex stopped at the base of the stairs, turning around at the vehemence in Lizzy's voice. “I...er...”, she almost started to say sorry again before realizing what her best friend had said. “I'll tell you when we get upstairs, 'kay?”

Elizabeth frown, but didn't say anything, so Alex turned back around and started hobbling upstairs. At the top, she turned left, heading past her bathroom and into her room. Sunlight flooded through windows, leaving bright patches on the carpet. For a moment she was tempted to go lay down in one of them and take a nap, but turned to sit on her bed, propping the crutches up against the wall. Elizabeth jumped off the floor, landing on her bed and bouncing before she sat up and crossed her legs. 

Alex pursed her lips. It was kind of hard to remember exactly what had happened last night, but she gave it a shot anyway. “So, last night I had a dream. I think it was about you. Us, actually, doing sexy things, but I don't remember exactly what. Only...when I woke up...God...I don't want to talk about this. It was super-gross.”

“Oh, stop being such a baby. Having sex is super-gross too, but super-fun.”

“Okay, fine. I woke up...cause I...umm....cause I squirted my....um...my boy-juice...all over. My girl-juice too, I think. At first I thought it was pee, until I turned the lights on. I had to change panties, and mom had to help me change the bed. ”

“You squirted in your sleep cause you had a sexy dream about...me?”

“Well...yeah...”

“Aaawwww...” the little stoat said as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around Alex, hugging her tightly. Her stomach felt like it was fluttering, and that weird feeling like being dipped in honey swept over her. Not even Father had dreams about her like that. “I love you, sexy kitty,” she said quietly. “It makes me happy that you dream about me...especially that you have sexy dreams about me. Feel free to do sexy stuff with me in your dreams any time you want.”

Daddy wasn't upset, Mom said it was normal, and Lizzy liked it. That made Alex feel  better about last nights...um...events. She lay back on her bed, incidentally pulling Lizzy back with her.

Lizzy sighed as she fell over, arms still wrapped around Lexi. She heard a faint rumbling and pressed her head against Lexi's soft white chest. Aww...she was purring again, and her fur was so soft. Lizzy moved her paw down from Lexi's chest, gently rubbing her pads over Lexi's super-soft tummy fur. 

“Mmm. I kinda wanna take a nap now.”

“Aww, I thought we were going to do more sexy things”, Lizzy said with a mournful expression. “Come on, you'll like it.”

Alex yawned, then rubbed her eyes. “Okay, okay...

 “Yay!” Lizzy yelled as she hopped off the bed and started fumbling with her dress.

Alex watched for a moment as as Lizzy undid the bows on the front of Lizzy's dress and pulled at them, before she stood up and undid the button on her own skirt and pulled it off, the velcro in the back tearing loose. She let them drop to the floor and then pulled her panties down, the strap over her tail giving way like the skirt's had.

Meanwhile, Lizzy tugged at her dress, then turned around. “Can you get the zipper in the back, please?”

Alex grabbed the zipper and pulled it down all the way to Lizzy's butt. The stoat wiggled, and the whole thing dropped to the floor, leaving the stoat in just her plain white training bra and panties. That reminded her...

“Lizzy, why'd you start wearing a bra? You don't have any breasts yet.”

“I know...I can't wait to grow them. Wearing a bra makes me feel grown up, though, like Mother. Besides, there's stretchy ones and smooth ones and frilly ones...lots of different kinds. The stretchy ones are super-comfy, especially at school. Like panties, but for your chest.”

“I know. They're called sports bras. Mom wears them a lot.” Alex watched as Lizzy pulled off her bra and panties, leaving her standing in just her mixed white and brown fur. Lizzy's summer coat was almost completely done coming in. Everything but Lizzy's chin and tummy be brown by the time school was out, she thought.

Talking about wearing bras and stuff reminded Lizzy of something she'd been meaning to ask for a while now. “Why do you dress like a girl?”

Alex turned around, throwing back the covers and stuff. “Mom and dad say people here are sometimes mean to herms, so it's best if people think I'm either boy or girl,” she said as she sat down on the bed and swung her cast over, then lay back against her pillows. 

Elizabeth crawled up onto the bed and flopped down next Alex and rolled over, laying half over her tiger-kitty and putting her head on Lexi's chest so she could hear her friend's heartbeat. After a moment she asked “Why'd you pick to be a girl though?”

“Umm...When I was a little cub, mom and dad told me when I should pick being boy or girl in school. Girls are prettier, and nicer, and people are nicer to girls, like you and Samantha, the pretty yellow girl in class. Boys roughhouse and show off a lot, like Rob and Cedric, and I don't like fighting.” Alex said with another yawn.  “So, that's why I dress like a girl,” she stated, pulling the sheet over both of them. It was too hot for the comforter during the day. 

“Oh. But...do you feel like more like a girl? Or more like a boy?”

“I dunno. What's it feel like to be a girl?”

“I dunno...” Elizabeth said, kind of puzzled. What did it feel like to be a girl? She lay there, pondering the question for a while. Then she realized that she felt Lexi rumbling again beneath her, quietly purring. She smiled to herself and ran her paw back down Lexi's tummy again. She loved how soft Lexi's tummy fur was, she thought, idly running it between her fingertips and across her pads. Then she accidentally bumped Lexi's sheath, and got a naughty thought.

She ran her paw down Lexi's sheath, gently stroking it. It was just as soft as the fur on her tummy, except for near the top. She couldn't really feel Lexi's penis yet...clearly it had decided to hide from her. That was okay though, it wouldn't hide forever. She squeezed it a bit, trying to feel for it. After a moment, she felt it, hiding way down near the bottom. It was small, but stiff, almost exactly like Father's was when it was hiding. 

“What are you doing, silly stoat?”

Lizzy looked up, startled. Lexi was staring down at her, puzzled. “I was trying to find your penis. Then I noticed it was kind of hard even though it's hiding. Do you have a baculum?”

“A what?”

“A baculum. You know, an os penis? A penis bone? Father has one.”

Lexi shrugged. “I dunno. Does it matter?”

“Not really. Except you can break it. That would probably hurt an awful lot.”

Alex cringed. “Could you...um...not...squeeze it?”

Lizzy giggled, then moved her hands further down, gently fondling Lexi's balls for a few moments. Her sack was covered in soft, but much shorter fur than the fur on her chest. Further down, just underneath them, she found the soft, warm nub at the top of Lexi's flower. “You don't mind if I play with your flower, then?”

“No...Oh! You said something about rubbing our flowers together.”

“Yeah! Me and Mom do that sometimes. It's a lot of work, but it's fun. Do you want to try?”

Alex nodded, it had sounded interesting. “Yeah, but...how do we do it?”

Lizzy threw back the sheet and pushed herself upright. “Okay, so....You stay here, and I'll go down here...” she said as she crawled further down the bed. “Hand me a pillow, and spread your legs real wide.”

Alex spread her feet apart and tossed one of her many pillows to Lizzy, who set it down near the base of the bed. Then the stoat sat down, facing Alex, and started scooting forward. “Lift up your good leg a bit...that's it,” she said as she tucked her leg under Alex's. Then she continued to inch forward.

“There. Wait...You'll need to hold your umm...your balls, so they don't get squished.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”, she asked, pulling her tail around her as she watched her best friend readjust her pillow. All this talk about breaking her penis and squishing her balls was starting to make her feel a bit nervous. 

“Well...why wouldn't...it be?” Lizzy asked as she scooted the last few inches until their hips met.

“I...umm....nevermind,” she said as she used one hand to hold her balls out of the way. 

Lizzy leaned back on the pillow, using it to prop up her elbows. One of her legs was tucked over the top of Lexi's broken one, and Lexi's other leg went over hers. She began to grind her hips against Lexi's feeling the tiger-kitty's warm, soft fur pressing up against her flower. Lizzy was doing her best to try to get her flower lined up with Lexi's, rolling her hips around; it wasn't exactly easy with fur. Finally she gave up. 

“Lexi, tell me when I rub the top of your flower...the really sensitive part,” she said as she reached a thumb between them, searching for Lexi's flower.

“There's my flower,” Lexi said. “Up more....there.” 

Lizzy lifted her hips a bit higher, then pushed them together again, sandwiching her thumb between them. Once she'd gotten them together, she could definitely feel it, warm and slick against her own flower. She pulled her hand back and started gyrating her hips, pushing her flower firmly against Lexi's.

“That feels...weird,” Alex said after a few moments, looking down at where their hips were joined. She was definitely feeling a tingle coming from her girl parts, the slippery warmth of Lizzy's flower felt strange, but good.

“Yeah, it does feel...kind of weird.” Lizzy said as she continued to move her hips in small circles. “Give it a moment, and you'll start to get wet, and then...it'll feel really good.”

A few moments later, Alex had to agree. It was starting to feel really good, though not nearly as good as licking. She couldn't help but start to move her own hips, trying to go a little faster.

“Ooh, that feels good. Keep doing that, sexy kitty.”

Alex continued to grind her hips, rubbing her flower against Lizzy's while holding her balls out of the way. The tingling sensation continue to grow between her legs, and she felt her penis begin to poke out of it's sheath again. Her flower was starting to get really wet now, and feeling it slide against against Lizzy's was really good. Almost good enough to make her forget her broken leg.

Elizabeth moaned. It felt really good, just like when she did it with Mother. Only better, just cause it was Lexi. She felt that strange tightening just behind her belly button and knew it wasn't going to be too much longer. She bit back another moan, gasping, and tried to move her hips a little faster.

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David sighed as he started walking back upstairs, thankful that his erection had finally retreated. Two minutes soak for the shirt while he'd tossed the rest of the laundry in the machine, then he'd spotted it and tossed it in too. Now to get back to his book. As he reached the top of the stairs, the pile of clothes on the floor of Alex's room caught his eyes, and he paused. Then he heard one of the girls let out a moan and a gasp. 

A part of him was telling him to ignore it, to go back to his bedroom and read his book. Almost against his will, he found himself turning towards Alex's room. His chest felt tight, almost as if he couldn't breathe, and his heart began to pound. This was just so wrong. And yet, he couldn't stop; his feet kept moving him towards his daughter's bedroom.

Then he was standing in her doorway, staring at the two girls on the bed. Alex was propped up against her pillows, facing away from him, taking shallow breaths. She had one hand between her legs, stroking her erection. Lizzy was laying in the opposite direction, one leg over Alex, their hips flush together; a textbook example of scissoring. Lizzy was practically incoherent; eyes closed, moaning and gasping as she moved her hips around.

Something in the back of his mind kept screaming at him, telling him to turn around and go back to his room. And yet...it was so hot. The erection he'd had earlier was nothing compared to the one growing in his pants now. He'd never have thought that preteens could possibly enjoy sex as much as this. The little stoat began to keen in the back of her throat, grinding her hips like a million dollar whore.

He could tell the exact moment that she began to orgasm. Lizzy's hips stopped for a split second and began to twitch and the keening abruptly stopped. Almost like a wave, each of the muscles in her tummy began to tense, working their way up to her chest. Then her arms gave out and she collapsed onto the bed, still somehow trying to grind her hips for a few more moments before going completely limp. She lay there, gasping for breath.

That was possibly one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. His heart was pounding, and he couldn't remember his cock ever being as hard as it was right now; his pants were so tight it was painful, and his balls tingled. Just as he was thinking it'd be a good idea to step back into the hallway, Lizzy lifted her head up, looking at Alex. As he took a step back, her black eyes caught the movement and her head swivveled straight at him, like furry periscope, mouth open and chest heaving. Shit. 

Caught.

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For a moment, Elizabeth was confused. Lightheaded and out of breath, still twitching from orgasm, she stared at the door frame, puzzled as to why Mr. Andreyev was there. For a moment, she wondered if they'd done something wrong. She blinked, mentally reciting the five rules Raenne had laid out. No...as far as she knew they hadn't done anything wrong. Now that she looked at him, he looked...nervous. Almost scared.

She glanced back at Alex. Her tiger-kitty had a goofy expression. She was clearly focused on trying to keep that good feeling going. Her tongue was sticking out the side of her mouth, and she was stroking her penis even as she continued to move her hips. She looked back at Mr. Andreyev, tilting her head. 

Then she noticed the bulge in the front of his shorts, eyes going wide. He liked to play video games, board games, and other stuff with them. Maybe he was feeling left out, and wanted to do sexy stuff with them too.

“Hi Mr. Andreyev. Did you want to play with us?” she asked. Only after she'd asked it did she remember that her parents had said she wasn't supposed to ever do sexy stuff with anyone else. Still, she trusted him. He was Alex's dad, after all. “I mean...if that's okay...”

David's mouth had gone completely dry, and he swallowed reflexively. He almost felt like he wasn't even in control of himself, as he stepped forward into the room. The faint smell of sex tickled his nostrils. As he stepped in, Alex stopped moving, turning her head to look at him, paw still wrapped around her slick penis. A glint of light reflected off the drop of pre at the end of it.

“I do...” Something in the back of his mind went off like a siren. This could end so badly. “I mean...I do, but...uh...I can't,” he said. Damnit. The smell in the room was getting to him; it was hard to think. “I mean, I shouldn't. It's not....not right. Kids aren't supposed to...uh...to play games with adults. Games like this, I mean. Cause we might hurt you.”

He took a deep breath, hoping to clear his head, and that just made it worse. The salty-sweat musky smell of sex felt like it was going straight from his nose to his brain.

Alex was looking back and forth at Lizzy and Dad. Thinking of doing sexy things with Dad was just...weird. But Lizzy had sex with her father, and apparently really liked it; she'd said it was better than pizza, or ice cream, or anything. The thought sent a tingle through her tummy, and she ran her paw back up and down her penis again, but that only made it stronger. Besides, Dad had never, ever hurt her. He was super-strong, but super-gentle. She kinda wanted to try it...see if it was all that Lizzy made it out to be.

“Dad, you'd never hurt us. You're the biggest teddy bear in the whole world.”

Shit, shit, shit... he thought. That wasn't helping. Nor was was the fact that his daughter had started masturbating again. He gulped again, trying to explain despite the fog of lust clouding his thoughts. He shook his head. “No...I...I'd never deliberately hurt you. But we're so much bigger that adults can't have sex with cubs without hurting them. So it's illegal.”

“But Father and Mother and I have sex all the time,” Elizabeth interjected. “As long as we're careful and use lube, it doesn't hurt at all, and it feels really, really good. Father and I have to have sex, or I get sick, and I could die. We just can't tell anyone about it because it's illegal.”

That...that was a really good argument. Especially for a nine-year-old. Before he could say anything though, Alex added “We have condoms and lube and everything. So if we don't tell anyone about it, it's fine. I won't tell anyone, and Lizzy won't either,” she said, glancing at Lizzy for confirmation.

Lizzy was getting kind of turned on at the thought of playing with both Alex and Alex's Dad. She ran a paw down over belly and between her and Lexi's flowers, stroking her petals. Besides, judging by the size of bump in his shorts, he really wanted to play too. She nodded. “Yep. I won't tell anyone either, Mr. Andreyev.”

He hesitated a moment, watching both of the kids masturbating, literally laying crotch to crotch. This was just so wrong. And yet, he was hornier now than he'd ever been in his whole life. He looked up at his daughter's face, intending to say no. 

Alex stared up at Dad's face. He looked so conflicted. She knew he wanted to play, and she really wanted to play with him too. Stupid laws. Besides, he'd never hurt her or Lizzy, and she really wanted to know what having sex with her flower felt like. 

“Pleeeaaase, Daddy? I love you.”

David smiled down at her. There was no way he could have won this battle, fighting a war on two fronts. All he could do was pray in the back of his mind that this wouldn't end as badly as he knew it could. 

“Okay kiddo. Let me go grab some stuff from the bathroom and I'll join you.”

“Yay! You're the best, Dad!”

Elizabeth smiled to herself. At least Lexi was happy now, she thought as she continued to rub her flower. Then she pulled back, careful of Lexi's broken leg. “Here, hand me another pillow Lexi.”

“Kay,” Alex said, tossing the tiny stoat another one of her eight or so pillows. Lizzy used it to prop herself against the wall, sitting cross-legged, while Alex pulled herself up against the pile of pillows, making room on the bed. She was suddenly glad to have the full size bed that Mom and Dad had bought when she'd turned eight, though at the time she'd hated it since one of the new rules was that she couldn't jump on it.

David finished collecting the last of the supplies from the two upstairs bathrooms and went over to the hall closet for some towels. He was practically shaking with nerves. This was so wrong, he thought for the hundredth time. And yet, he couldn't stop himself. His dick felt like a bar of high-carbon steel, though at least he'd taken a moment to adjust his shorts so it wasn't painful.

Alex heard the hall closet close, and Dad walked in, carrying a pile of towels stacked with other stuff. He set them down on the floor, and promptly tossed both of them a pair of towels. “Clean off that bed-spread. You're leaving wet spots all over it.”

Both cubs rather sheepishly dabbed at the coverlet, and David took a moment to admire Elizabeth's form, then sucked in a breath as she spun around and stuck her butt in the air as she wiped up the spot she'd left where she was just sitting. The slight of her glistening pink slit, puffy with arousal, and the damp white fur around it was almost more than he could take. He froze, taking in the sight before him and trying to commit it indelibly to memory. 

Then he blinked. She was sitting down again, and the two of them were looking at him, now sitting on towels. His heart was racing like it was the end of a hundred meter sprint. He snagged a large towel and stood up, draping it across the bed, tucking it under their legs.

“So...remember the five rules?” He asked. They nodded. He knew Elizabeth had already recited them today, so...“Alex, what are they?”

“Stop means stop, condoms required, pull out before ejaculating, no semen near our vaginas, and clean up afterwards.”

“Exactly. So...Here are some condoms,” he said, holding them up and setting them on the bedside table. “The big ones are mine, the small ones are yours. And here's the lube. Remember, it tastes bad.”

“You should get coconut oil,” Elizabeth said. “It doesn't taste bad at all, and it works really, really well. Mother and Father and I use it. It's gooey until you put it on, and then it gets really slippery. And you don't have to clean it off afterwards, cause it's anti-back...umm...anti-back-something, and anti-fungy-something.”

“Huh,” he said. “I'll have to look into it. We don't have any, though, and I'm pretty sure oil doesn't work well with latex condoms. So, this is all we've got. Unfortunately, you'll need to clean your vaginas out in the shower afterwards, with the douche kit...er...the blue nozzle thing.”

“We know, dad,” Alex said while rolling her eyes. 

“Hush, kiddo,” he said as he stood up, and grabbed his t-shirt and peeled it off. 

“Wooow,” Elizabeth said in awe. “Mr. Andreyev, you're all...muscle-y.”

“You can blame Raenne for that. She make me work out. She's muscle-y too, just not quite as much,” he said as he fumbled with his shorts. “And you can call me David when it's just us here.”

He was practically shaking as he finally unsnapped his shorts. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this; it was unthinkable. So wrong. And yet, he couldn't seem to get out of his shorts fast enough. They hit the floor, and then he was gripping the bands of his boxers, and pulling them down, exposing himself to the cubs. That was jail time, if anyone found out about it. Hell, if he went any further than this and anyone ever found out about it, he was a dead man. He knew exactly what happened to pedophiles in federal prisons. 

“My God. Dad...You're huge!” Alex practically shouted. Then she looked down at her own penis, and looked back at his. They looked practically identical, bright pink with lots of little bumps from glans to tip, except that his was half again as long and probably twice as thick.

“You're even longer than Father is, Mr. Andreyev...and way, way thicker,” Elizabeth said with a gulp. Her mouth hung open as she stared wide-eyed at his package. The tip was already dripping with clear pre. She wanted to taste it, see if it tasted anything like Lexi's did. She leaned forward. “Can I...can I lick it?”

Like he was going to say no, he thought. “Of course, though I'll warn you I'll probably cum pretty quickly” he said, stepping up against the bed and pushing his hips forwards.

Elizabeth crawled forwards, eventually coming within licking distance and reached up with one hand to pull his penis down towards her face. She sniffed cautiously at his member, then cautiously licked the bead of pre off the tip of his cock. She leaned back for a moment, an intent expression on her face. Then she blinked and leaned forward again, this time swirling her tongue around the entire head of his penis before swallowing the first three inches into her tiny muzzle. He could feel her lips wrapped tightly around it as she ran her tongue around it over and over...it felt like heaven. Seeing a kid that young swallowing his dick like a pro was...so fucking hot!

It was all he could to hold himself back. Busting a nut within the first few seconds would definitely spoil the rest of the event.  But the sight of that nine-year-old stoat leaning over his family jewels was intense, and the feel of her tiny mouth around him was even more intense. He moaned as his hips involuntarily bucked forward, shoving another inch down into her gullet. Surprisingly, she didn't back off; she just kept swirling her tongue around and around.

It felt like he could feel every ridge of her palate, every damn taste bud on her dainty little tongue as it wrapped around the tip of his dick. He closed his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment, enjoying the incredible feeling. He felt her tug his penis further down as the seal of her lips slide forward. He looked back down, and was floored.

Somehow she'd tilted her head back while leaning forward, and was pushing herself forward, impaling herself on his feline meat. He felt the slight bend of her throat, and then the end of his dick was squeezed impossibly tightly as she continued, pushing herself further towards the sheath at the base of his cock. If he hadn't seen it, he'd never have believed it was possible for a nine-year-old to deep-throat someone with an eight-inch dick, much less a nine-year-old stoat.  

As her nose came to rest against his sheath, he held his breath. It was impossible, yet somehow she did it. Then she started swallowing, and he felt his knees go weak. “Oh God...I...I'm going to...” he stammered. It was too late, his dick began to twitch, and suddenly jerked as the first dose of his sticky white cum squirted straight down her throat, on a one-way-trip to her belly. 

Elizabeth quickly pulled back, wanting to taste his boy-juice. His pre had tasted mostly like sea-water, just as she'd expected, but she really wanted to know what his cum tasted like. Another squirt hit the back of her tonsils before she'd pulled back far enough. Her lips wrapped tight around the tip of his dick as she let squirt after hot squirt of his cum pool atop her tongue, under her tongue, in her cheeks...it was almost too much. Eventually the flow of his seed came to an end, and she stopped worrying about whether she'd need to swallow. The taste was...complex. Sweet, savory, salty, spicy. It tasted...actually very close to Lexi's, though much stronger. She swallowed until she had just a tablespoon or so left in her mouth. Then turned to lexi, who had crawled up next to her. 

“Here, try.” she said opening her mouth to show the sticky white gift and sticking her tongue out with some on the tip. “Ih tath kin' of 'ike yourth.”

As much as she wanted to say 'Ew', Alex also wanted to try it. She cautiously leaned forward, sticking her tongue out, dipping the tip in the tiny pool of white on the end of Lizzy's tongue. Hmm, she thought, it did taste slightly like hers, like chai in saltwater.

David was leaning with his knees against the bed, trying to keep from falling down. That was on hell of an orgasm. It had left him reeling like a drunk on the Vegas strip. When he came to, he realized that Alex was kissing...no...she was getting a snowball from Elizabeth. Jesus. If his boner had any plans of going soft after that amazing blow job, they were long-gone now.

Alex looked up at him, a pleading expression on her face. “Daddy, can I lick it too?”

A tiny thread of doubt wormed its way through the back of his mind, telling him that this was probably not a good idea. It was...it was incest for God's sake. Still, he didn't want to play favorites. That would lead to jealousy, and the last thing he wanted to do was spoil their friendship. He gave a quick smile, trying not to show that it bothered him. “Sure, kiddo. Move back, Liz, so I can sit down,” he said.

He sat down, swinging one leg around so he was facing the two kids, leaving the other leg hanging off the bed, and leaned back on his elbows. “Just watch the teeth. Guys are sensitive down there, ya know.”

Alex didn't even bother with her usual exasperated come-back. She was far too interested in checking out her father's boy-bits. It was over twice as wide as hers, and almost twice as long. She took hold of the base with one paw and leaned forward, inspecting it. It had the same tiny bumps around the head that hers did too, and a thick smear of boy-juice on the end that Lizzy hadn't licked off. She bent forward and gently licked it off, trying not to scrape him too much with the barbs on her tongue, and paused for a moment to savor the taste. It was even stronger right from the source. Less salty and more spicy. 

Taste test complete, she took the first few inches into her mouth, trying to do what Lizzy did with her tongue, being careful with her teeth and trying to use more of the bottom of her tongue than the top; she didn't want to scrape his big, beautiful penis raw with her sand-paper tongue.

David ground his teeth a bit as his dick tingled, still sensitive from his orgasm only moment earlier. He knew from experience that it would go away in a few seconds. Despite his misgivings about it being his own daughter sucking on his dick, she was actually doing pretty well, though it was obvious she didn't have much experience. “Mmm. Doing good, kiddo. Try wrapping your lip around it and sucking a little bit. Like a lollipop or Popsicle. Just remember to watch the teeth.”

Alex didn't say anything, concentrating on doing exactly that. It was actually kind of difficult to keep her teeth from scraping his penis, considering how thick it was. She idly wondered if it would even be possible for him to put his thing inside her flower, considering how big it was.

The seconds rolled by as David enjoyed the wonderful feeling of a mouth wrapped around his shaft, even an inexperienced mouth. Still, she was definitely getting better. Given a couple weeks, she might even be as good as his wife, who used the barbs on her tongue to gently tickle the most sensitive parts on his dick with a finesse that left him gasping for breath and on the verge of climax in mere seconds. 

After about two minutes, he tapped her on the top of her head to get her attention. “I think that's enough, kiddo,” he said with a smile. “You're definitely learning. It takes time though. Perhaps when your mom's not around, I can let you practice a bit more. Actually...hmm...” 

As he thought about it, he wondered if it would be possible to get Raenne in on the action. He knew she'd had a rough childhood, as much as she tried to hide it, and it seemed like she was less concerned about having sex with children as she was about hurting them, judging by her comments in the shower a few days ago. He'd have to think on this; if it went south, he'd be up the creek without a paddle.

Alex carefully pulled back, a thin string of spit connecting her mouth to his tip, until the strand broke, and looked up at him. She couldn't help but grin at his gentle smile. She definitely wanted to do this again, and hopefully get him to squirt. She knew how good that felt, and wanted to help him feel it too.

“Okay, my turn to lick you two. Which of you two wants to go first?”

“Umm, I'm still tingly from earlier, Mr. Andreyev” the tiny stoat replied. “Alex? Do you want to go first?”

“Sure!”

David tried not to show his disappointment; he wanted nothing more than to bury his muzzle in the tiny stoat's crotch and taste her sweet, sweet nectar. That, and the thought of doing anything sexual with Alex was just...wrong. It was incest. She was his own daughter...and...and she had a dick. 

Just then it struck him exactly what he was doing. That screaming voice in the back of his mind, the one he'd been doing his best to ignore, the one that kept yelling at him just how wrong this was came crashing into the front of his psyche like the Hulk. 

Jesus Christ. He'd just sexually molested a pair of pre-teens, one of them his own daughter, and the only thing that had stopped him from going further was the fact that she had a dick. What kind of sick son of a bitch would molest his own kid? What kind of father was he that couldn't accept the fact that his kid was a hermaphrodite? Had he secretly been pretending that she was just a girl all along? 

“Umm...Daddy?”

Alex's voice brought him back to earth. The look of innocent concern on her face nearly to tears. The thought that he might have ruined her childhood, shattered that innocence, left her to cope  for the rest of her life with the fact that he'd sexually abused her just because he was horny...that did bring him to tears. Tears of joy that he'd stopped himself in time. Tears of sorrow for the depths of perversion he'd succumbed to. Tears of rage at what he had already done; what he might have done. He covered his face with one paw, to hide those tears, to hide his shame.

“Daddy, are you alright?”

“Sorry, baby. I...I just remembered...I have some things to do before your mom gets home. You two...you too keep playing. I'll play with you two later.”

David quickly stood up, grabbing his clothes from the floor and fled the room, pelting to his own bedroom and shutting the door behind himself. He didn't even remember getting into the shower, turning it on. All he could think of was what a weak, miserable failure he was. A failure as a father, a failure as a husband, a failure as a person. And all he could do was cry.