Man, do I enjoy myself

The food was amazing.

Meat dishes, pastas, soups, sandwiches, desserts. I recognized some of the food. A lot more were completely foreign, but they were all good. 

I tasted everything!

Servers took plates away as soon as they were put down, and I swear some of my relatives looked at them as if they wished they were on the menu.

Family members hugged me, talked to me, reintroduced themselves; and this time, I found it easier to remember who they were. The things not being overwhelmed makes possible.

And oh my God, is my family tactile. When they weren’t hugging me, they squeezed my arm, if I sat next to one of them, they’d squeeze my leg while with talked a few left their hands linger and was it hard not to imagine them moving it higher, closer, squeezing my—

Come on, they’re family. And it’s not like those who do it are coming on to me. I saw them touch and goof around tactilely all day. I’m pretty sure I see a few tease the others right now. So this is just in good family fun.

Unfortunately.

During the conversations, I learned that me and my brothers are the latest generation, and that they run some of the most important divisions for the functioning of the country, with Kade at the head of it all.

My Dad and uncles run the secondary division, with a few exceptions. Tuck’s above everyone else except Kade when it comes to the military decisions. And only other generals out rank him.

My grandfather and his brothers run divisions less important than them, and so on. Officially, they should be retired after that, but I get the feeling Uncle’s not the only workaholic in my family, because I can’t find one person who doesn’t hold a position in some division or another, even if it only means they look into it a couple of times a month.

Lunch is leisurely.

Afterward, we take a lift to the museum section, where I learn about its construction at the tail end of the twenty-first century, the work that went into repairing it after the global corporate war, the upgrades and adaptations to evolving technology, until the fabrication cost of anti-gravity equipment dropped low enough to make orbital shuttles more economical, leading to the decommissioning of the elevator in 2647.

The narrator goes into details about the how of each step, as well as the why of the space elevator’s existence, but barely listened to it after the introduction.

I’m looking outside.

With not being distracted by the adrenaline, I look beyond the city at all that green.

I can’t think of a lot of science fiction that depicts the future as green. The few I can, it’s because they’re dystopias in which civilization has fallen into really bad times.

On the side of the city by the ocean, there’s a line of white; the beach. The water’s a blue I’ve only seen in well chlorinated pools.

Kade leans against the window; next to me. “Doesn’t any of that interest you?” He motions to the rest of our family walking among the displays, showing details of what the narrator explains.

I shrug. “This is more interesting.” I motion to the window before craning my neck to look up. I know it’s a waste of time. It’s too bright, if nothing else, but I still try to make out the station the elevator is connected to.

“Dad,” Kade calls. “We’re doing all this for Kristoff, right?”

“Of course.”

“Then why is he the only one not—”

“Stop it—” I hiss under my breath. “It’s okay.”

He smirks. “This isn’t his thing, Dad.”

“It’s fine,” I state, my ears folding back and my cheeks burning. “I don’t mind. I like the view.”

Arms are around me and a head rests on my shoulder. I don’t have to look. The smell is all Dad’s. I relax against him.

“It’s okay to tell us you aren’t enjoying this. Believe it or not, the mighty Tucker Orr can make mistakes.”

I chuckle. “It’s not that. I just don’t want to ruin everyone’s fun.”

He rubs his muzzle against the side of my head, and my cock reacts instantly.

“Kristoff, we can come here anytime we want. So can you. Who knows, once you’ve settled in, you might take an interest, and then you’ll want to hear all this. But right now. This day is about you. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Then stop teasing me and fuck me already! Rip my pants, shove me against the window, and push your cock in me. Fuck me hard and fast. I shut my eyes and think of anything other than Dad’s cock stretching my ass so my breathing will settle.

Eventually, I nod.

“Do you want to go to the beach?”

I look down at the white line and the dots I make you. “Yeah, but in a while, okay? I want to enjoy the view a little longer.” And give my cock time to go down. I’ve gotten lucky at this point, but I turn around now and everyone will see the tent and there is no way they aren’t going to realize what caused it.

“Oh,” I add. “And it’s not like everyone has to come. I’m glad I met them all, but so many people makes it hard to really hang with them, you know?”

His arms tighten around me and any progress I’d made with my cock goes right back up.

“I’ll let them know their attendance isn’t mandatory. But don’t be surprised if they come, anyway. Orrs and water go well together. Kade, see to it one of the sections is clears so—”

“No, Dad,” I tell him. I wanted to look him in the eyes, but with the way I’m hard, that might smack him in the leg and there goes all hopes of this being a comfortable afternoon. “I don’t want you to kick anyone off the beaches.”

“It’s going to be crowded.”

I snort. “I can see that much.”

“Kristoff. I think it’d be easier if—”

“Dad, I can deal with people when they aren’t blindsiding me. I’ll be fine.”

Kade raises an eyebrow, and by the look they share, I know they’re silently talking. I don’t care; I have more pressing matter to bring down.

“Kristoff,” Dad finally says in a cautious tone. “People there are going to be having sex. A lot of them.”

“So?”

He hesitates. “They might proposition you.”

Kade snickers and we glare at him. He raises his hands placatingly. “Really, Dad? Might? Have you looked at him? If there isn’t a lineup of guys offering to bed him within a minute of getting there, I’m handing control over to Kurtis.”

“In your dreams,” our brother replies. “There is nothing you can offer me that will make me willing to deal with all the bullshit you’re stuck handling.”

Kade flips him the finger. “The point is that Kristoff is going to have the pick of any guys he wants, just like the rest of us.”

The idea of a horde of guys fucking me, one after the other, undoes all the work I did with my cock, and reminds me of a more serious problem. “I don’t know that I’m ready for something like that.” I was lucky to avoid waking up from one orgasm. Short of my Dad giving it to me, I am not risking that. “And I know how to tell someone no.”

Dad searches my eyes in the reflection, then nods. “Violet?”

The tigress sways next to us. “Yes, Lucas?” She leans against him and smiles at me. We’d only exchanged at this point. Her brother, Vincent, tends to stick to her and it felt wrong to get between them.

“You’ve heard about what happened when we left Gravity?”

“Yes.” Her smile loses some of its warmth. “I had a talk with the studio heads. The idiots who ambushed you are going to be spending the next few years anywhere but on the west coast.”

Dad winces. “Harsh, but it’s your decision. We’re going to the beach.” She opens her mouth, and the concern is visible. “It’s Kristoff’s decision. He wants to plunge right in.”

Her smile turns warm again, and she caresses my cheek. “You are braver than I.”

Arms wrap around her midsection, and Vincent pokes his head from behind her. “Who’s tarnishing your halo, sis?” He nuzzles the crook of her neck in a way that seems way more than sibling affection to me.

Her laugh is light, filled with joy. “Oh, Vince. Not everyone I talk to thinks they’re better than I am; especially not family. Kristoff is taking us to the beach.”

“Cool.”

She chuckles and rubs the side of her head against his. “To the public beach.”

His eyes widen. “Really?” He looks beyond us, through the window. “Lucas, you have explained who we are, right? He gets that no matter how hard we try to shield him, there’s going to be a horde of people hoping to get fucked by us.”

My face burns. “Kade implied it.” I look at the floor and mumbled. “But he made it sound like it was the way I look, not my name.”

Violet puts a finger under my muzzle as gets me to look her in the eyes. “Trust me, even if no one realizes you are with us, you will have guy lining up to have sex with you.” She grins and looks me up and down rather hungrily. “If your weren’t an Orr, I’d be first in line for chance to jump your bones.”

“Thanks?” Images of being endlessly fuck war with the confirmation that sex with anyone in my family is off the table. Come on, like that’s a surprise, but now, it’s not even worth imagining anymore.

“But they’re going to respect it when I tell them no, right?” Unfortunately for my situation, my cock’s hung up on the guys fucking me, so it’s not going down anytime soon. Considering how good my nose is now, I’m surprised no one’s calling me out on it.

“If they know what’s good for them, they better,” Vincent says while Dad stiffens. I get the feeling his response wouldn’t have been that controlled. “But you are going to spend the entire day telling them that.”

“Do you know where I get can something with a recorder app on it?” they look at me, confused. “You know, like an app on a phone, I can record myself politely turning them down. Then I can set that on a loop to play while I’m there.”

Dad hmmms. “That’s a decent idea. Unfortunately, that can’t be set up on short notice. But it’s not going to be as bad as those two hornballs make it sound. After you turn a few guys down, word will spread.”

“Cool. Then let me admire the view for a while and we can get going.”

Dad kisses the side of my head—oh, that is so not helping—and leaves. Vincent and Violet follow him, but Kade looks at me with a smile and an expression I really want to ask about before doing the same.

And the instant they aren’t there to distract my imagination, it putting me on that beach, on my back, legs in the air, Dad on top of me, his cock pistoning in and out of my ass. My entire family is around us, stroking themselves from the show.

You would think that being watched by a bunch of guys—by my relatives—would be enough to kill my sex drive, but they are all so fucking hot. The next thing my mind does is have them line up to take their turn.

I rest my head against the cool glass and focus on admiring the city, the forest, the everything other than what my mind wants me to look at so I have a chance to walk out of here without my cock knocking over the displays.