Overnight Sisterly Lovin' 2:
Mutual Sisterly Lovin'

Kacey, 11 years old. Hermaphrodite.

Taylor, 9 years old. Female.

Juniper, 30 years old. Hermaphrodite and sire of Kacey and Taylor. Mama.

Bethany, 31 years old. Female and dam of Kacey and Taylor. Mom.

Another early morning wakeup call, another night spent rutting against her sleeping sister, another half-dozen loads pumped into Taylor's nine-year-old vagina. Kacey picks up her pace. She knows she shouldn't be doing this again, should already be back in her own bed pretending to sleep so she isn't caught. But she can't help it. Taylor just feels so good.

This morning, Taylor's on her belly, head turned to the side as drool pools on her pillow. Kacey's on top of her, the eleven-year-old's hips slapping rapidly into the younger pup's butt as she plows into her little pussy. Kacey imagines this must be what doing it on all fours like ferals is like—it's probably the closest she'll get to it, too, without a lot of work or probably waking Taylor up. She licks and kisses along the side of Taylor's muzzle, breath coming in rapid huffs against her ear. Kacey's getting close.

Her knot starts to engorge, and she plays her little game of 'how many times can I get it in and out before it gets stuck', counting in breathy moans. Once, twice, easy. Three comes with an audible pop as she pulls out. Four is a bit of a struggle to fit back into Taylor's spade. Five, she almost cums from the force to get it in, and she stops. She got to seven, once, but Taylor almost woke up from that one and she's been too afraid to try that much again. She gives a couple grinds and wiggles of her hips, and—ohh!

Taylor's cumming!

That's been happening more often, recently. Some nights, it seems like maybe Taylor cums more times than Kacey does. It makes Kacey happy that even though Taylor sleeps through it, she still feels good.

Her snore comes out as a quiet moan. The younger pup's stretched-out cunny gives a series of rapid, asymmetric clenches around Kacey's puppy cock, then settles into rhythmic pulling contractions. Kacey doesn't stand a chance.

Kacey presses in as hard and deep as she can, buries her snout into the side of her sister's neck, and lets go. Her little balls draw up, her pussy clenches on itself, and her cock throbs. The first glob of cum spurts from her tip to settle against Taylor's cervix with what's left of the night's previous loads. Then another joins it. She feels Taylor's contractions pick up their pace, and bites the pillow to mute her vocalization. Taylor's pussy milks the cum right out of her.

When she's finally done, panting and gasping for air, Kacey waits. It'll take a bit for her knot's swelling to reduce enough to let her pull out so she can clean up. Idly, she glances at Taylor's bedside clock, and panics—she's late! Mom's gonna be here any second to find out why Taylor's still asleep and where Kacey is and she's gonna catch Kacey. Limbs flailing, she rushes to pull out—only she can't! And she's too sensitive! The rapid tugging at her still-engorged knot only succeeds in throwing her into another orgasm.

She collapses bonelessly onto Taylor and grunts with every new, cunny-overflowing shot. It's almost painful, this time, but it still feels so good. Taylor still feels so good.

-----

On the other side of the house,

“Just one more round.” 

Juniper lies on her side in bed, pushed up on one elbow. She's a wolf, like her wife and daughters. And like Kacey, she's a fully-functional hermaphrodite. Her coat is a gradient of greys ranging from nearly black along her spine to nearly white along her belly and limbs. Her free hand toys with her large, erect canine member as she watches her partner stand and stretch, ogling the way her plump spade is framed by her thighs and butt. 

Bethany is a beautiful wolf, her shiny coat a lighter grey-brown. Birthing two children has gifted her with a motherly figure—wide hips, soft belly, large breasts. Even when not aroused, all her nipples are noticeable through her coat, thanks to wide areolas and puffy peaks. Juniper adores her. She's snapped out of fantasizing about doing her doggystyle to feel the way her breasts sway under her with the movements, by Beth's reply.

“Baby, I can't, we're already late and I need to make sure the girls are up.” Bethany's fingers twitch as she reaches skyward, then she swoops down to claw at the carpet in front of her pawtoes. She sighs out a breath as she comes back up, smoothing her tussled pubic fur as she pulls her panties from the pile of their discarded sleepwear at the foot of the bed.

“The girls will be fine to be a few minutes later waking up. Pleeeease.” Juniper draws out the word and does her best puppydog eyes, even though she knows her wife isn't even looking her way. Her hand doesn't stop jerking off her cock. “We haven't drained my balls in too long, they still feel bloated.” To add emphasis, she hefts them up from her thigh, each easily two inches across.

“Fine,” Bethany does her best to look put upon as she tugs her panties back down her legs and tosses them back in the pile, “but this is the last round.” She holds up a finger threateningly and turns a glare at her wife. “And you have to be the one to explain to them why we're late getting up, and why Mom's belly looks bigger this morning.”

Juniper finally releases her package to make a dismissive handwave.

“Easy, I fed you breakfast in bed, and you ate too much.” Juniper grins, all proud of herself.

“Oh?” Bethany climbs into bed and straddles her wife, hovering just above her throbbing erection. She leans in, muzzle just beyond her partner's. “And what'd I eat?”

Juniper's grin turns shit-eating. She growls out her response, voice heavy with building lust as she lifts her hips to grind her tip against Beth's spade.

“A cookie, and lots of milk.”

Bethany gasps and leans away, swatting playfully at the herm. 

“Oh you perv!”

“What, you love eating me out!” With Beth off-balance, Juniper rolls them over so she's on top, plunges her cock in, and settles into a quick rhythm.

“Guilty.” Beth kisses her nose. “But I didn't drink any of your 'milk'.” Already she can feel Juniper's humps becoming more erratic, more forceful, as she approaches a swiftly-achieved orgasm. She settles her arms behind the base of Juniper's neck.

“Not with your mouth. But these lips down here,” she grinds her knot tight against Beth's squishy pussy for emphasis, “sure did get their fill.” To punctuate, she slams in, forcing Beth to take her knot.

“Oh!” Bethany throws her head back at the pleasure from the forceful introduction of June's bulb, and has to take a breath to compose herself. She nearly came. “Don't knot me, you incorrigible gremlin, I just said I need to go wake the girls.”

“Shit, I'm sorry, lovie, I got carried away with the dirty talk.” She places soft, apologetic kisses along Beth's snout.

Bethany can't really be mad about it, though. She definitely wouldn't have gotten to cum without June's knot, and she's always loved the feel of being stretched by it.

“Well, it's in there now, let's enjoy it while we can.”

Soon, words are forgotten, exchanged for kisses and growls and moans, as they both push to arrive together.

Juniper looks into Bethany's eyes, brown meeting blue. In that moment, wordless feelings pass between them. Love and lust mingle, and a plea is passed from Beth to June.  Fill me up and make me cum.

Juniper lunges forward to capture Bethany's lips in a fiery kiss, snaking one hand down to help her along the way—thumb caressing around Bethany's clit, careful to avoid touching it directly and overstimulating her.

Just as her balls draw up, just as she feels her wife's tension mounting it peak, she pulls back from the kiss to lean in and press their cheeks together. She whispers into Beth's ear.

“I love you, my mate.”

And then cum erupts from her cock into Bethany's writhing pussy.

Bethany is carried along by waves of orgasm (and her wife's frankly ludicrous cum production) for several minutes, before she begins her descent from bliss and back to inhabiting her own body. By this point, the fight between her cervix and her wife's knot is over—her womb is already rapidly filling with potent semen while Juniper's knot's seal at her labia holds.

“Ohhhhh, June. Juniper, babygirl. You know how to make a woman feel loved.”

“You are loved, Beth.” She plants a wet kiss to the side of her mate's muzzle, causing her to laugh.

The two settle in for about fifteen minutes of Mandatory Cuddle Time while they wait for Juniper's knot to shrink enough for her to withdraw, sharing pillow talk and exchanging affirmations of love. When they're ready, Juniper offers a suggestion.

“Okay, how 'bout. Since you were such a good sport, and you are a beautiful, kind, loving, wonderful wife whom I love with all my heart and soul, and you let me fuck you gravid with cum. How 'bout you stay in bed, and I go wake the girls, and I'll still cook breakfast. That should give you time to cool down and uh, drain a bit before you join us?”

Bethany pets the top of Juniper's head then scritches behind her ear.

“Good girl. I'd really appreciate that.”

Juniper replies by kissing her tenderly, then slips from the bed to fetch their daughters, leaving behind her well-fucked wife and the mess of cum she starts leaking.

-----

“Kacey?”

The whispering voice of her little sister draws Kacey back from the edge of sleep. First her ear, then the rest of her turns to face the door, and she finds Taylor standing in the middle of the room, door already shut behind her. She's clutching her pillow with both arms, tail curled in. The sight makes Kacey feel protective.

“Taylor? You okay?”

Taylor's ears perk when Kacey replies to her.

“Um, kind of? Can I—” she hesitates, shifts from one paw to the other. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Kacey reaches a hand out from under her covers to beckon her little sister over, and Taylor hurries the rest of the way to the bed. As she climbs in, Kacey gets a glance at her bedside clock. It's 9:23, they've barely been in bed thirty minutes.

“Thanks, big sis.” As Kacey hums her welcome, Taylor settles down on her own pillow, facing Kacey. She lies there a moment, then shuffles around and presses her back to Kacey's front. “Can we cuddle?”

With no hesitation, Kacey agrees. She wraps her arms around the smaller pup and pulls them flush together, her chest to Taylor's back, her hips to Taylor's butt, and gives her a comforting squeeze.

“Of course we can. Are you okay?”

“I dunno.” A pause. “Are you nakey?”

Terror creeps like burning ice through Kacey's veins. She forgot. She got excited before bed thinking about how she'd go do stuff with Taylor later tonight, and played with herself a bit, and then she fell asleep nude, and now Taylor's here and Kacey didn't put clothes back on.

“Uh.” Her hands squeeze a little tighter. She looks for an explanation, an excuse. “Uh, yeah. I sleep naked sometimes. It feels good to be in just my fur.” That's not even a lie. That first night, when she took Taylor's virginity, she learned how much she loved being nude, breeze through all her fur,  the chill of air on her exposed nethers.

“Oh. Okay.”

And for a moment, it seems like that will be that. Kacey lets out a breath, just in time for Taylor to pull away and move the covers back.

“Where you going?”

Taylor shucks her nightshirt up and over her head, then stops to address her older sister. Kacey gawks at Taylor's exposed chest—the pairs of nipples running down her white-furred torso, the nascent swell of her still-flat breasts, the gentle swell of her chest and belly with her breath.

“I wanna try it, too!” She lifts her hips to slip her panties down, then tosses everything at the foot of the bed and shimmies back down and back against Kacey. Both pups quietly moan when they meet and their coats intermingle. “Ohhh, it feels so much better to cuddle naked, Kacey!”

“Mhmmmmm,” Kacey manages to reply through her pleasure and disbelief. She and Taylor are actually cuddling naked. She can feel her little sister's back pressed into her teats. Somehow, it feels better knowing Taylor's awake.

Almost without thinking, Kacey's hand begins slowly, carefully sliding up and down Taylor's belly. Up, and down, in gentle strokes, she rubs her little sister's belly. Taylor hums her contentment, tail wagging. Sometimes her pawpad or claw glances against a little nipple, or she pauses to give a tiny squeeze, causing the little pup to gasp or coo.

Minutes pass by in a warm blur. Kacey almost thinks Taylor's going to sleep until she speaks again.

“I keep having these weird dreams lately.”

“Aww.” Kacey lifts up enough to nuzzle against the side of Taylor's face, rubs their cheeks together.
“I'm sorry. But your big sis is gonna keep you safe from bad dreams tonight, though.”

Taylor giggles.

“Yeah!”

A quiet moment passes.

“You've been in some of my dreams—the good ones.”

This intrigues Kacey.

“I have?”

“Yeah. Every few days, I have a really good dream. You're there, and we're together, and you hug me and you smell real good.” She absentmindedly grinds her butt back against her big sister. “And then we—do stuff, together. And it feels real good, too.”

Kacey can't believe her ears. Every hair in her coat stands on end. Her little cock peaks from its sheath.

“What kind of stuff?”

“I dunno, like. Like cuddling, but more. Usually we're nakey, like right now. And you're rubbing me. Kind of like right now. It feels really, really good. In my—um—in my cookie. Like, inside it. And then I feel so warm inside. Kind of like when you're cold and you drink hot chocolate, but deeper down. Like it's inside my cookie, too. And you tell me you love me.”

Taylor has been having dreams about Kacey's late-night visits. During her late-night visits. Kacey already knew Taylor was enjoying them, even while asleep, thanks to her orgasms, but to hear it from Taylor's own mouth. Kacey is most definitely erect. And soaked.

“Oh.”  She pants a gulp of air. “Wow.”

“Is it—wrong?”

“What? No! It's not wrong. I'm just –they sound like really good dreams.”

“They are. They make me feel so good. And I wake up and I'm all warm and tingly and happy—is that your wiener?” She grinds her hips back again for emphasis, rubbing her little butt against Kacey's cock.

“Unh!” Kacey unconsciously humps her cock between her sister's cheeks, smearing a bead of pre on her tailbase. “Yeah, sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Uh, I dunno. I thought it would make you uncomfortable.”

“No?” There's a pause. “Can I look at it?”

Kacey blinks.

“Yeah, if you want.”

Kacey has barely gotten the words out when Taylor is already tossing the sheet back and whirling around. 

“Whooooaaaaa.” Taylor openly stares. Her breath is warm against it, and Kacey can't help the way it throbs at the attention. “It's so big! And red! And you've got balls like Mama too!”

“Yeah, me and Mama both got wieners and balls. And!” She lifts her little pouch.

“Your cookie looks just like mine!” Taylor reaches out and prods at Kacey's spade, then pulls her finger back. “It's really wet.”

“Yeah, it does that. When a wiener gets excited, it pokes out of its sheath and gets big and hard. When a cookie gets excited, it gets wet.”

“Ohhhhh. What's got them exited?”

“My cute little sister is giving them attention!” She reaches forward to poke and tickle the smaller pup into a fit of giggles, making sure her hands occasionally find themselves between her legs, along her crotch.

When Taylor calms her breathing, she sighs. Kacey's hand remains between her thighs.

“This is so much like my dreams. I love you, big sis.”

“I love you too, little sis.” Kacey strokes the fur along Taylor's inner thigh, grazing her thumb against the little pup's spade.

“Will my cookie get wet, too?”

“Sure will. Here.” Kacey scoots herself into a more comfortable position to reach, then pokes a finger into her sister's pussy. “If I touch you a bit,” she begins, as she sets to fingering Taylor. It's a bit different than doing it to her own pussy, the angles are backwards and awkward for her wrist, but she does her best.

A few seconds of that, and Taylor is already panting.

“Kaceyyy. Big sis.”

“Hmm?”

“How do we make that warmth inside me like my dreams?”

“Well.”

-----

“So what should I do now?”

Kacey doesn't really know what she's doing any more than Taylor does, but she has spent the last few weeks sneaking into her sister's bed to please herself with her body. And she has a wish.

“We should do it like ferals do. You should get on your hands and knees.”

“Like this?” Taylor's tail is already raised, proudly displaying her cute little spade for her sister to admire. It's soaked with arousal. Kacey's never seen her this wet. She licks her chops.

“Yeah, just like that. And then, I get in behind you,” she scoots forward on her knees, leans over Taylor's back, “and my wiener goes in your cookie, like, uh.” It takes her a moment of fiddling to properly line up her tip, she's too excited. When she gets it, though, and her cock begins spreading Taylor's pussy, they both groan. It takes her a couple breaths to be able to speak again. “Like this.”

“Kacey, that feels really good.”

“It feels really good for me, too, Taylor. You feel really good for me.” She pushes more and more of her penis in, spreading Taylor's vagina more and more. And then—she's fully inside.

Taylor's y-shaped entrance kisses Kacey's sheath.

“Are you okay, Taylor?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I'm gonna try moving, okay?”

Taylor nods. Kacey pulls out, all the way to the tip. And then she pushes back in, all the way to the hilt. Both girls moan.

Kacey sets out at a leisurely pace, slowly in and out the whole way on each stroke, resting her chest on Taylor's back. From her position underneath, Taylor looks down along her body, then giggles. Without changing her pace, Kacey questions her.

“What is it, Taylor?”

“I can see your balls. They look silly, just dangling back there between my legs.” She watches as Kacey fully hilts her again. “And they feel good when they bump into me. Right at the tip of my cookie.”

After several more passes, Kacey speeds up.

“Taylor, you feel so good inside.”

“You feel so good inside me, Kacey.” Taylor clenches. Kacey gives an especially vigorous hump. Both moan when she hilts and her balls slap against Taylor's clit.

“Do that again, big sis.”

Kacey obliges. Both wolf pups moan through their teeth. Kacey speeds up. She can feel the tell-tale signs of her approaching orgasm. Her knot begins to engorge.

“Taylor, can you feel that?”

“Ohhh, it's getting bigger!” 

“That's my knot. It means I'm getting close.” Her hips meet Taylor's behind in rapid, muted slaps.

“Close to what?”

“You know that warmth inside you?” When Taylor nods and hums, she continues. “That happens at the end of this. We both go until our good feelings get super good, and then the warmth happens. And I'm close to that.”

“Oh. Me too, then. I think I'm close, too” 

Kacey pushes her still-forming knot in. Taylor clenches. Kacey tugs her knot back out with a pop. Taylor drops to her elbows and claps her hands over her muzzle to muffle her moan. Squelch, pop, squelch, pop, squelch. Each additional pass of Kacey's knot through Taylor's entrance gets a little more difficult, makes them both feel that little bit more incredible.

And then Kacey can't pull it back out.

She tries, but after two failed tugs gives up.

“Okay, it's in, we're stuck together now.” Kacey starts into rapid, short humps.

“Sis it's so big, I feel so full.” Taylor's paws dig into the bed to find purchase, fisting the sheet. Her tail flags higher, rump raising to present herself that little more.

Kacey's pace quickens, her hips a blur. The air is filled with the rapid, muted slap slap slap of their furred bodies meeting, the slick noises of their genitals, their pants and gasps and moans.

“Taylor, I—” she interrupts herself to groan into the younger pup's ear. “—I'm really close.”

“Me, too, Kacey.”

“I'm so close, Taylor. I—I love you.” Her cock surges, her balls draw up.

“I love you too, Kacey.”

That does it. Her little sister replying to her, reciprocating her love, is what sends Kacey tumbling over the edge into orgasm. She throws her head back in a silent cry, presses her hips just as tight against Taylor's butt as she can, and unloads.

The first pump alone is enough to fill Taylor's little cunny. The next just increases the pressure. 

Taylor's hand flies down to her lower belly.

“I can feel it! I can feel it, big sis! It's so much! It's too much!”

Taylor experiences her first waking orgasm. She sees stars. Her puppy pussy seizes up, clenches down on Kacey's cock so hard she almost worries for her big sister. Then the clenching becomes rhythmic, directed, like her pussy's trying to pull Kacey's cock deeper still.

Kacey rides the wave of their mutual orgasms, gasping and panting at the ceiling. And then Kacey feels something give. Taylor's contractions start up anew, and the pressure decreases. Kacey moans loudly—too loud—as Taylor once again milks the cum out of her, but this time she doesn't feel the usual backflow. It just keeps pumping out of her, spurt after spurt after spurt, into the pup below her.

Kacey can't believe her own production. It just keeps coming. Far more than she ever has before. Distantly, she hears her sister.

“More, big sis! More!”

The desperate lust in Taylor's voice pushes Kacey on. She returns to humping, even as she hasn't yet finished her first orgasm. With a ferocity to match any feral, she ruts against Taylor directly from her first and into a second, her spurts coming with renewed vigor. She nearly howls, opting to bite down on the base of Taylor's neck where it meets she shoulder. Darkness creeps in from the edges of her vision. All the while, she keeps cumming. 

When Kacey bites her, Taylor thinks she may die. The pleasure becomes so much more than it was before, she feels like she's exploding. She is thrown headlong into a third orgasm. She hiccups on tears.

-----

When they finally come to a rest, Kacey counts up that she came three times, and Taylor had at least five before she passed out.

Now, they're on their sides, still tied by Kacey's knot.

Taylor moans back into wakefulness.

“Big sis?”

“Hi, Tay. You okay?”

“Kacey I love you.”

“I love you too, Taylor. Are you okay?”

“I feel so good, Kacey. It's just like my dreams. I'm so full and warm, and everything's so fuzzyyyyy.” She drags out the last syllable until she runs out of breath. Her own hands run up and down her front to stimulate herself, then they stop over her belly. They grope at it, then she looks down.

“Big sis, look at my belly!”

Kacey, startled, jerks up to investigate, and her eyes widen at her discovery.

Taylor has always been a trim and slim girl. Now, though, her belly is pressed out, expanded by Kacey's prodigious production. Altogether, it has probably increased her waist by a couple inches. That give Kacey had felt was Taylor's cervix dilating with her orgasm, and then Kacey had been filling and inflating the younger pup's womb. Kacey runs a hand over it, reverent. She feels tears prick at her eyes, and sniffles.

“Kacey? What's wrong?”

“No, Taylor—” Kacey sniffs messily, “—nothing's wrong, I just—I'm so happy. I love you so much.”

“I'm really happy, too, big sis. I love you, too, so much.” Taylor's hand joins with Kacey's on the pup's belly. Their fingers intertwine.

Then Taylor perks up. “Can we do this again, sometime?”

Kacey giggles wetly.

“Little sis, we can do this anytime you want. All the time. I want to do this with you all the time. Forever.”

Still tied, Kacey's cock giving the occasional twitch and oozing the last dregs of her cum inside Taylor's cunny, the pups fall asleep spooning.