I stared at my sister, her question striking me as funny. I laughed for a minute, then wiped my eyes. I ran my fingers over Jessi's belly, lightly tracing the lump of my dick poking slightly from her miniature frame. “Babe, you could've had me at any time in the last fourteen years. I've loved you since I was eleven, Shelly. Eleven. I say that you can wait until the kids have had their fun.” Belying my harsh words, I leaned over and kissed her on her neck, then nipped her throat. “I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you. You're mine now, and I will never let you go.”


“Ricky, I… I don't know what to say…” I met her gaze as I pressed my whiskers to hers. “Say, ‘Thank you, I love you too.’” She put her arms around my neck, and I felt tears in my fur. “Thank you, I love you too.” I rubbed her back, my proximity to the love of my life doing nothing to hasten the removal of my knot from our girl. I laughed again, suddenly reminded of the bizarreness of the situation. 


“I blame you for how weird this is, Shelly.” I gestured at the blissed out five year old, whose vagina was still twitching and flexing with regularity, gnawing on my cock. My sister sat back, confused by my shift in tone. “Eric? What do you mean?” I pulled her back to me and tried to kiss the hurt in her eyes away. “Love, I just lost my virginity to my daughter. That shouldn't be possible.” I got a thick laugh from her, and lay my head on her shoulder.


I glanced at Jack-Jack, and crooked a finger at him. “I can get you ready while we wait.” He looked up at me, grinning from ear to ear. And then he jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, his pert ass accentuated wonderfully by his switching tail. I began to reach for him, until the tugging pulled a heated moan from Jessi. I was left a little confused, so I settled for groping my older sister. I leaned back and pulled her onto my hip, then tucked my head over her shoulder and got a double handful of titties.


I was concentrating powerfully on what I held, and much of the world fell away. I had literal dreams resting in my palms, and I wanted to absorb every little detail. The texture of her fur, their weight, how my fingers sank into them, the way her butt clenched when I rubbed her nipples. I was fully engaged in her chest, and she had just told me, “Pull harder,” when I was tapped on the shoulder. 


In a haze, I turned to see Jackie frowning at me. His mane was fluffed, his head-fur was slicked back, and I think he had a tiny bit of mascara on. “You couldn't wait? You jerk.” I flinched, guilty as charged. I dropped my gaze as Shelly sighed, vacated my lap, and tried to take the blame. “Honey, it's my fault, I should have-” I interrupted with a finger to her lips. I shook my head and looked Jackie square in the face. “Sweetie, I'm sorry. I have no excuse, that was uncalled for. You may not believe me now, but I really am looking forward to spending time with you. Please forgive me.”


My son stared at me as I pleaded with my eyes. His ears flushed, and he crossed his arms. “Fine, but you owe me.” I gathered the catboy into my arms, and scratched his chin. I whispered in his ear, “Anger is more convincing when I can't see your dick bob.” He snapped his face up at me, his ears getting even redder. His lips parted to throw some choice words at me, but they died unspoken as I took the chance to kiss him deeply, my tongue nearly reaching down his throat.


He struggled slightly, then draped his arms over my shoulders. He let me take the lead, so I began to trace his teeth, tasting every inch of his mouth. He turned his body to face me, his butt resting on my tie with his little sister. His mottled grey and black belly fur is long and silky, and I got a deep pleasure from running my fingers through it. If I wasn't locking lips with him, it would have been completely nonsexual, yet just as satisfying. His back is nearly completely black, transitioning into grey/black stripes along his sides. The fur back there is coarser, but still shiny and smooth.


I held my boy close, enjoying his taste, and he began to purr. The vibrations traveled into my skull, and the sensation was strangely soothing. My cock finally popped from Jessi, and globs of my cum dribbled from her. Shelly picked her up and set her on the bed next to me. She began to lap up the drops and then proceeded to empty her out. Audible slurps and gulps evidenced her enthusiasm for the work. I had no problem keeping erect, since I had a beautiful boy in my arms and a show from the darkest depths of my subconscious coming to life next to me.


I broke free of Jackie's embrace, and gasped for air, then sat him down solidly on my lap. His spiny dick dragged a line of precum down my stomach, and he purposely settled down with his cheeks grasping my erection. His feet tickled up my sides as he stared at me half-lidded, his purring palpable even though his ass. I breathed deep, trying to stem my lust for a little while.


I held Jackie by the shoulders, and posed a serious question. “Jackie, I love you, no matter what, remember that. Now, same as your sister, is this really what you want?” He kept staring at me with those bedroom eyes, a little bit of laughter in his gaze. “Unca Eric-” I couldn't help it, my ear twitched back in disappointment. Jack’s ears flushed crimson, and crinkled low with embarrassment. “Papa, I've wanted this since the first time I found out what sex is.”


Such a strong affirmation pushed my buttons. I pulled him into my lap and hugged his naked form to me tightly, his tail folded under him and his back facing me. I began caressing his whole body, the rubbing and groping making him arch into me, his head cupping perfectly against my chin. He looked up and moaned, so I looked down and kissed him deeply once again. He sucked on my tongue, and I'll be damned if it wasn't just as arousing as when he had my dick in his mouth. I broke the kiss and continued my touching of his whole body. As I traced around his shivering stomach, enraptured by his silky softness, his purring got louder and he began to groom my chin and neck.


I stroked and petted, unfocused as we traded affectionate touches. Jackie's faintly rough tongue dragged through my fur for a few minutes, until suddenly he stiffened, turning his face to my neck. I watched in awe as his penis flexed and spurted, spraying slightly milky cum onto my sheets, completely hands-free. I manhandled the boy, turning him roughly to face me as I held him close. He was trembling as he held my sides. I laughed deep in my chest. “Damn, kiddo. You liked that even more than I did.”


He tilted his head up, his eyes watery. “I'm sorry, Papa, I didn't mean to do that!” I scratched Jackie's jowls, and kissed his nose. “Sweetie, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. Frankly, it was very sexy, and I'm glad I could be part of it. I wish it could happen to me.” He blushed again, and buried his face in my shoulder. I peeled him away, wanting more. I looked at him hard. “Jack-Jack, may I… May I taste you?”


He covered his face, ears bright pink, as he nodded. His knees pulled together, unintentionally emphasizing his dark red spike. I knelt before him, burying my face in his belly fluff. I scrubbed back and forth, getting a giggle, then beheld my prize. I stared for a minute at my son's four inches. It tapered to a point, it's last third covered in fleshy spines. I dragged my thumb from base to tip, and licked up the musky bead I collected. Sweet, salty, full of a scent that was massively familiar, yet fundamentally different.


I was drawn to his groin, his personal scent pulling me like a magnet. I pressed my nose to his sack, spreading his legs for access. His knees pulled up, and Jackie presented himself to me, his bent legs pressing to the bed without my assistance. Impressed with his flexibility, I raised an eyebrow, and said, “Damn, boy. Have you been doing gymnastics?” A pair of nervous eyes peeked at me from between his fingers. “No. That's a girl thing, right?”


I disagreed, shaking my head. “No, but we can talk about it later. Right now, we're busy.” I poked his scrotum softly with a finger, and his stiffy jumped. I snuffled around his maleness once again, huffing as I stirred his scent from his fur. I loomed over him, his small body lain before me in an erotic tableau. I don't know if it was instinct or my rotten sense of humor, but I nudge his balls with my nose, and he squeaked. It was so freaking cute, I almost died.


Instead, I began a long slow lick, from the base of his tail, across his asshole, dragging slowly along his taint, cupping his shivering nutsack, and up his dribbling length. A moan arose from… beside me? I cut my eyes to see Jessi asleep, curled against my furiously masturbating sister. I had forgotten about my audience again. I tried to keep going, thrusting my renewed awareness of her from my mind. 


I wrapped my lips around my boy's pointed tip, and dropped down until my nose was again pressed to his fur. His hands fell from his face to my scalp, holding on as I went down on him. Salty pre filled my mouth with that familiar odor, so I did my best to acquire more. First I sucked his cock like a nipple, and then I ran my flat tongue over his rubbery spines. The texture was odd, but they pulsated with his heartbeat. I pressed my teeth very lightly to his shaft, and as I pulled away, the nubs rubbed the wrong way at my passing. 


I was only halfway up when Jackie arched again, covering my tongue with his warm semen. I savored it, rolling it around my mouth before swallowing with relish. I climbed up to his face, admiring his teary expression. As I thought, he was wearing mascara, and it was starting to smear a little. I pressed our mouths together, sharing his taste with him as we embraced again. I began to hesitate about going any further. As if reading my mind, his sweet voice interrupted my musings. 


“Papa, I need you to get me ready. I cleaned back there, earlier.” I stared, not comprehending. “I used a water bag, in the toilet.” I glanced at Shelly, and she smiled lopsidedly. “Butt stuff needs to be clean. I taught him to use an enema, sue me.” I looked at both of them, surprised at the depth of preparation. “Thank you both, I won't let it go to waste.” A quick nuzzle, and then I was back down at his nethers.


I rolled Jackie onto all fours, and his tail swished to the side, exposing his pucker. I spread his cheeks, my thumbs framing his little hole. To my surprise, he opened a little. I pressed my muzzle to him, and smelled mild saltiness from his damp fur. I spread him open, and my tongue slid into his musky depths. He was soaking wet, and all I was actually doing was lubing up his ring. I searched for the bump of his prostate, and finally found it, barely able to reach it from that angle.


I patted his bum, and he rolled over again. He had an arm over his eyes, the other thrown haphazardly out to the side. His pecker was still soft, almost completely retracted. I dived once more into my son's hot hole, only seeking to push his button. I found it again quickly, brushing it with increasing force and frequency. He began to grow again, his cute thorn changing in shade from pale pink to dark red as he swelled. I needed no such encouragement, since I was so hard I was beginning to ache. I was slavering as I took sat up, something about this particular type of arousal stimulating my salivary glands.


Not one to waste a chance, I collected my drool to lube myself. Then, reality set in,  and I grabbed a bottle of the real thing. He was too small to risk drying out halfway through the act. Once I was good and wet, I placed my tip at Jackie's winking orifice. I hovered over the boy as I tipped his face up. “If it hurts, you say something, and I will slow down or stop. You hear me?” Defiance shined quietly in his face. “I'll let you know if I'm uncomfortable, how about that?” I sighed, then nodded and pecked the corner of his mouth. “Good enough.”


I pressed slowly forward, sawing back and forth as I spread him open. I bumped into his nub a few times as I entered him, his gasps showing his response. I sunk further and further, his hot interior almost uncomfortable as it flexed and rippled, eventually settling him onto my knot. I breathed through my nose, stilling as I struggled to keep from finishing too quickly. I slowly began to thrust shallowly, getting us both used to the new sensations. Jackie huffed with every pump, making me worry he would hyperventilate.


I blocked his mouth with mine, and his eyes opened as he wrapped his hands around my neck. “Breathe slowly. Are you okay now, how do you feel?” He was steadier, his eyes slits as he regulated his breathing. “Better. So full~!” I kept my pace, and began to run my fingers through his fur again, pausing from time to time to stroke his cheek as I talked quietly. “I love you so much, Jackie. Did you know, I was so angry and jealous when I found out your mom was pregnant with you that I almost failed out of school. When you were born though, none of that mattered any more. There you were, perfect, beautiful, happy. You've had a claim on my heart from the first time I saw you.” He dropped a hand from my neck, so I held it, supporting myself with my other.


I continued to talk, my voice low, and showered him with kisses in between stories. After 3 or 4 minutes, he stopped me, and simply asked, “Faster?” I complied immediately, slowly speeding up until he stopped me. Between the distraction of the talking, and the long time we were taking, my engorged knot was deflating, assisted by being pressed quite firmly against Jackie's derriere with each stroke. I started trying to lengthen my stride, and was soon to the point of nearing pull-out before every thrust. Jackie's eyes slowly lost focus with my renewed impacts on his p-spot.


I lost track of time, my only focus was his face. Every blink, twitch, and gasp was my guide to his pleasure. Pre dribbled from his spiny penis, forgotten between us. I sped up again, without his request this time. I had no spare breath, or even brain power, to use talking. My eyes closed, and our only communication was how tightly he gripped my hand, our fingers meshed together. I focused on his hand, trying to last until I could satisfy him. He clenched his hand suddenly, and the surprise caused me to thrust extra hard, my knot popping into him unexpectedly.


The heat and pressure had me swelling extremely fast, and the sensation against his button had my son's nails digging into my hand. He was shuddering, his eyes wide, then he gasped loudly and was shooting onto his chest. His innards gripped me erratically, and the rapid flexing had me over the edge in seconds, matching him spurt for spurt. His mascara was hopelessly smeared at that point, and I was unable to form a coherent thought as I rhythmically filled him. 


After half a minute or so, I remembered how to think, and realized my back was killing me. I watched the boy twitch and spurt in time to my pulses, and I knew I had no hope of holding my position. I pulled him into a hug, then rolled onto my back with him on top. He lay bonelessly, draped wherever he fell. A purr slowly built, and I could feel it everywhere we touched. Everywhere. The vibrations shook his clenching interior, and I peaked once again. I came so hard that I saw stars, the pleasure compounding with the still-continuing ejaculations of my first climax.


My renewed throbbing was matched with fast blinks and quick, shallow breathing. The pool building on my stomach grew again, my coat matting under Jackie's deluge. I shrugged mentally, and began to pet his back, dragging my nails into his thick, long fur. He shivered at the feeling, and I had to keep myself from laughing when his fingers began restlessly kneading air. We relaxed in that manner, arrows of pleasure shooting through both of us periodically.


Jackie's eyes slowly focused on the way I was staring at him, and a languid smile stretched his face. “Love you, Papa. This is nice.” I stroked his jowls, his eyes squeezing closed as I leaned over for a quick smooch. I went back to petting him and he started to groom my chest. I was relaxing so much that I was nearly asleep when his sandpaper tongue scraped my nipple. It sent a… not unpleasant twinge down my whole spine. He must have felt the way I reacted, because I heard a rumbly giggle and he attacked it. He worked it like I would work a clit, and I imagine it affected me like one does a woman, though to a lesser extent. .


I began to swell all over again, locking me back in place once more. He froze as the combination of renewed pressure and my involuntary movements sent him into ecstasy one more time. I felt him pulse, adding to his mess on my fur. Wanting to get even, I licked my fingers and started to tease his cock. Jackie writhed at the stimulation of his orgasm-sensitive penis, but he didn't slow his assault on me. His lips locked onto me, and he sucked hard, which was just too much.


“Truce! Truce!” I stopped plucking at his spines, holding my hands up in surrender. He let go, then smoothed my fur. His purr had a hitch as he tried to turn over. I couldn't figure out how to make it work without hurting one of us. Suddenly, I had a foot in my face as my catboy made full use of his flexibility, pulling his leg up between us. Then, with both legs on the same side of our tie, he slowly turned. I could feel myself slipping inside of him, and then he was on his back, laying against me. We lay there quietly, save for the rumble of his purr. I glanced over at Shelly, and she was watching us warmly. 


I reached over and grabbed her hand. I pulled it to my lips and kissed it, then held it to my cheek. I looked into the eyes of the first love of my life, and we both smiled. We craned our heads towards each other, an exhausted kid holding each of us in place. We were able to get close enough to kiss and nuzzle, then the awkwardness of the position had us both pulling back to where we were originally. I gave my sister a lopsided grin. “I would love to say that I'm gonna wreck you once I clean up, but I don't think my back can take it. Will you take a rain check?”