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The ousting of Jacques as head of the Schnee family led to the reestablishment of family traditions sorely missed by the mother and the new family head, Willow, and, unbeknownst to her children, Winter, Weiss, and Whitley. The eldest child, Winter, had an inkling of the kinds of traditions Willow once partook in as a teenager and in her twenties, as seen in her mother’s horny fits that led her to herd their maids into the basement, only to leave hours later with them piled and cratered on the stone floor. Before Jacques took the reins of the family and company, the Schnee family had a lineage of futanari and valued erectile capability as much as it valued its products. Of their immediate family, Weiss was the only woman without a penis, and Whitley, the only male, had enough female properties to grant him a long and proud stallion’s length, though it was shorter than Winter’s and especially Willow’s; their erections were made clear when the new family head summoned her children to her study one night.
Winter Schnee’s bulge weighed heavier than ever as she walked down the hallway to what was now Willow’s study, its lustrous white floor and walls mired in a lingering draft made by the fapping noises coming from behind that closed door. Her mother was masturbating again. She’d been at it for hours, audible even from Winter’s bedroom, leaving the house’s cleaning staff a frazzled mess from her demands. Willow Schnee, now a single woman, had come into a sudden wealth of sexual liberation, which she was now ready to grant unto her children, as it was their very right. Winter frowned and clicked her tongue. She had to admit, the grunting, clenches, and expulsions poured by her mother’s penis, followed by her droning moans, had slowly uncoiled her bulge throughout the day; her and her siblings’ ‘day of rest’ after Jacques’ leave was actually meant to simmer their libido for tonight’s antics.
As requested by Willow, Winter had discarded her military suit for the shimmering white highleg leotard that was on her bed when she arrived this morning. The maids struggled to fit it on her, with Winter’s proportions requiring many a readjustment. Two thin straps ran from the chest to her collar, pinching deep into the excessive valley of mountainous tittymeat on her broad chest. The frilly white fabric hugged her body, covering not even a quarter of her moon-curved ass meat, so plump and plentiful that the bottoms draped over the uppermost portion of her hamstrings. The bulge was another issue entirely, leaving her with only a white sleeve for modesty and a rippable ball-bra to squeeze her melon-sized gonads into. The sleeve matched her thigh-high stockings and elbow gloves. She wasn’t used to flopping her length around, left without a way to coil and compress it for decency’s sake. With every step she took, her two-and-a-half-foot penis, as big when flaccid as when erect, flopped against her thigh and bounced the other way, heavy and unmanageable like the rest of her form. Her penis, as with her mother’s, was a beacon of Schnee genetics, pale and beautiful, and cast in a maze of wriggling, sex-eager veins. Paired with her neatly bound hair bun and side-swept bangs, she carried an air of fertility left behind when she joined the military, which was now to be uncovered and erected.
Though she had her misgivings about the ways her mother planned to change their family dynamic, anything her mother proposed would suit their lineage more than what her father demanded, so she would obey. The door to the study creaked open, and Winter entered. The room was cast in the same whites as Winter’s leotard. Inside was a curving, oval mahogany table, its edges and legs trimmed in gold, and bookshelves stretched from corner to corner on the back wall, containing the Schnees’ knowledge in hardbound tomes. Everything was covered in sperm. It took a moment for Winter to register what she was seeing—and smelling—as she opened the door to a sauna of pungent fap musk. The scent beaded on her skin, and she felt so very exposed. Her siblings were already inside and waiting for her, Weiss sitting on a cum-soaked couch, tapping her shoulder impatiently, and Whitley standing off to the side, his sneer battling the blush on his cheeks and, more importantly, his throbbing boner lurched out. Despite being smaller than the futas, it was still a good two feet, and it was drooling, pre already dripping from its tip and wetting his leotard’s sleeve. She had given the same slutwear to all her children, Weiss shifting her pale thighs uncomfortably, and Whitley’s ballsack trembling with excitement as he tried to hide his bare ass.
“Ahh, my eldest child, nngh,” Willow said. “You’re late...!”
Winter didn’t respond, preoccupied with her mother's messy state. Willow faced away from her children, wearing a frillier version of the same design, and perched in a bow-legged squat, her melon-sized nuts smushed against the floor, with her pillar of a penis in both hands, which she was beating to the point of breaking. Winter took after her mother in many ways; her facial features and body shape were nearly identical, but her mother’s proportions were rounder, their weight testing her genetic buoyancy, and her cock was a good half foot bigger and so very thick. Willow would need three maids if he wanted enough hands to wrap around her girth, and more to handle the whole thing. Judging by the bodies left limp and ragged on the floor, she had already found that help. Winter could only watch as Willow’s head threw back, her mouth opened as wide as it could go, and her girth bloated with another burst of cum.
“OHHHHH, FUUUUUUUCK~!!! I’M CUMMING AGAIN, OHHHNNN!!!”
Her orgasm sent shivers down her children’s spines. A torrential flood of semen sprayed into the air and hosed down everything behind Willow’s desk. Gallons turned to barrels as her nuts clenched and rose so high that they tore apart her ball-bra, her last blast arcing high enough to hit the ceiling and roll down. Willow trembled as her orgasm left her, but her cock stayed as primed and swollen as ever, not even close to reaching the depths of her libido. She took a moment to catch her breath before facing her children with a smile. “Goodness, where was I?”
“You said you had a family tradition to show us,” Weiss piped up, her voice teetering and annoyed.
“Mnn, yes, that,” Willow said, licking her lips as she rubbed her palm all over the tip of her glans. “I was so excited that I started without you all! Hic.”
“Yeah. In more ways than one,” Weiss said, rolling her eyes. Their mom was usually rosy, but this time her complexion was gorgeous, her tipsy glow no doubt fueled by the now-empty cask of wine on her desk and the horniness that had consumed her.
“Ahh, well, the Schnee women have a very, very proud history of sexual prowess,” Willow continued, sauntering toward them with her erection exposed. “It’s pivotal that Schnee futas, hic, demonstrate their outstanding virility by ‘filling every room in the manor,’ as my mother used to say!”
“‘Filling every room’...?” Whitley repeated, his hand now rubbing his bulge. Winter did the same, feeling the heat rise off her dick. “What do you mean?”
“What I mean is that my children and I will go through every room in this manor and cum until it’s flooded! Painted. Clogged. Drowned. Nnf, any definitions work. Only then will we be properly satiated!” Willow’s tongue lolled out as she began masturbating again. Weiss and Whitley turned to each other and blinked, while Winter was left awestruck.
Weiss then spoke up. “This is absurd,” she began, tugging at her leotard. “And even in any realm where this makes sense, there are three of you—I can’t count, surely—and twenty-six rooms in this manor! How can you possibly—”
“I can’t believe that man thought he could eliminate my favorite family tradition!” Willow seethed as she cut off Weiss. “How could he!? This is our legacy, the very reason we are so absurdly well-endowed! If you are true Schnees, you’ll take up this tradition with poise, grace, and honor!”
“But I can’t,” Weiss stressed. “I’m not a futa like you and Winter!”
“Silly girl,” Willow replied, looking at her daughter, “You think you’re exempt? Weiss, darling, you are a masturbation aid for your siblings and me. Your aunt doesn’t have a penis, either, and she served our futas as copulation meat for years! That’s you now, Weiss.”
“Wait, you’re not serious, right?” Weiss balked.
“Of course I am. We have a lot of work to do if we’re to be done by tomorrow night. You are to lead the maids in keeping us fed, hydrated, and cumming. I expect you to suck the sperm out of our meaty lengths, if you have to! Those prissy, pampered holes of yours have gone unspoiled long enough, young lady!”
Weiss shot out of her seat and stomped her foot. “This is ridiculous!” she cried. “Forget this. I’m going to my room. Hmph!”
Willow sighed and shooed her off her hand. “Make sure to take those Dust pills the maids provided if you want to sleep through this. What a shame. Incest is a very important part of the Schnee tradition...”
“Nobody here would fuck their relatives but you!” Weiss spat. She began to walk out of the room. The heat in the air must have done something to Winter, because when Weiss turned, her eyes moved from that large but comparatively modest chest to an absolutely jutting explosion of a hip and backside. The leotard didn’t even look like a thong on a donk that ridiculous. Weiss’ cheeks quite literally quaked as she walked. Hips like a fucking ship. Her berth was so extreme that when she approached the door—
“Nnf, shoot. I’m stuck again!”
—She couldn’t squeeze her ass through! Her cheeks got jammed between the doorframe, her legs sliding forward as she struggled to pull free. “Little help?” Weiss huffed, hands on her hips. Winter’s eyes widened. Willow looked to Winter with a smirk and raised brow.
“Why don’t you help your little sister?”
Winter slowly approached her Weiss. Whitley had been staring the whole time, too, his erection thumping against his stomach, and his eyes slowly drifted to Winter’s cock as it hardened just enough for its base to slap Weiss’ ass. “My apologies,” Winter said, hesitantly holding out her arms, unsure where to grab her.
“It’s okay. Mother’s really messed up this room, filling it with so much cloistered fuck-heat. I trust you. And besides, incest is icky—can’t believe she’d even propose that.”
“Yeah, it is,” Winter said, watching as Weiss’ ass still rippled from the bump of bulge against it. “I’ll try to pull you out.”
Winter grabbed a hold of Weiss’ ass. She expected a firm squish, but her sister’s rear felt so damn soft. Like two globes of warm, cushioned gelatin. They practically spilled between her fingers. “Hnngh!”
“Winter?”
“S-sorry. It’s just... your butt...”
Weiss’ cheeks began to warm under her sister’s hands. “Oh. Well, it’s just genetics. Mother has the same butt. And so do you, for that matter.”
Not nearly at this size, Winter thought, but she kept her mouth shut. Instead, she sank her fingers down to the knuckles. “Let me try this...”
Winter got a hold of the center mass of each cheek and pushed. Weiss’ ass opened up, revealing the tight, puckering rim of her anus. Winter’s face instantly flushed red, and she tried to look away, but that was enough to send Weiss out of the doorframe, Winter falling to her knees and getting a faceful of rear end. She inhaled, and the flowery musk of her sister’s pussy and ass sent a shot of blood into her dick. Weiss pulled away and turned to her sister. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Nothing is, nngh, wrong...!”
Winter had quickly turned away from her sister, puffing out her cheeks and gripping the rug as her erection stood at full, throbbing mast. She was lucky that Weiss couldn’t see it.
“I’m going now. You and Whitley should decline her as well. This is so messed up.”
Winter listened to the CLAP, CLAP, of her little sister’s boisterous rump meat as she went down the hall and left for the foyer. The pillowy texture haunted her hands.
“Goodness, Winter, is something the matter?” Willow smiled.
“Nothing. I’ll be with you again shortly.”
Winter stood up and returned to her spot, choosing to ignore the monstrous erection jutting from between her legs. Whitley eyed it, though, and smirked. “You’re getting hard for your little sister?”
“Quiet,” Winter snapped, shutting the boy up immediately. “I can’t believe you sided with our father. Stand there and prepare to perform your task.”
“I like how you think, Winter!” Willow said. She motioned for a maid to enter the room, pushing a cart with a big bowl full of Dust. As Schnee futanaris see erections as weapons of virility, we have a secret Dust recipe that helps to rejuvenate and encourage our sperm production. I recommend you inhale some—even for three as bull-lengthened as us, we’ll need all the help we can get.”
“I’m not keen on using our product as drugs,” Winter said.
“Straight to the point!” Willow laughed. “Don’t worry about the details. It’s tradition.”
Willow hunched over the bowl and took a deep inhale of the pink powder, letting out a euphoric sigh, and then gestured for Whitley to do the same. He shuffled over but was reluctant to lean in. “This will be the first time a male takes part in our traditions,” Willow said, emphasizing the word ‘male’ as she grabbed his ass. Her youngest child had a very doughy dump trunk, especially for his gender—perhaps it was just aftershock from Weiss earlier, but Winter couldn’t help but stare at the way Willow dug her fingers in. “Such succulent plap cakes. You certainly take after your mother~!”
“You dumb bitch,” he muttered, his hands shooting to his chest on impact. He tried to wiggle his hips out of her grip, but it looked like he was gyrating them for her, the meat of his ass quaking between her fingers. Willow twitched from his words and grabbed the back of his head, sending his face into the bowl.
“Oh, would you look at that! Whitley went and tripped into the Dust~! Don’t snort up too much, now. I’d hate to see what these drugs—performance enhancers do to you!”
“Nnnphh~!!!” Whitley whined. His butt and balls bounced as he struggled, Willow rubbing his head further in. Willow held him under for a few seconds more and then let him up. The boy stumbled backward, face covered in pink.
“Oh my. Getting a little horny already, are you?”
“I-it tickles, you bitch—nngh!” Whitley shouted. “I don’t feel any difference! Looks like that secret recipe is a total flop. Hmph!” He stuck his nose up and, like Weiss, quaked out of the room, though he didn’t get stuck in the doorway like his big sister.
“Whitley looks a little too good in that leotard, don’t you think?” Willow smiled and turned to Winter. “It’s your turn, Winter. I expect great things from you.” Winter sighed. She figured that if she just got this over with, she could find a way to curb her mother’s libido and spare her siblings the embarrassment this night would surely bring. She approached the bowl. Just as she leaned down, Willow grabbed Winter’s balls, making her instantly jolt upright. “Oh! Sensitive, are we?” Willow purred.
“Mother, please, don’t.”
“Mnn,” Willow licked her lips as she ran her palm across Winter’s sack. “These balls are so big and heavy. They’re gurgling, you know. Gurgling with hot, potent Schnee seed. How long has it been since you masturbated, Winter? A month?”
“A year,” Winter said with a strained voice. Her hips shook with each stroke of her mother’s hand. “The military is very strict...!”
“And you’re used to taking orders,” Willow said, her other hand on Winter’s ass. “So be a good girl and snort.”
Winter swallowed her saliva and leaned down, trying to ignore her mother’s roaming hands as she took a deep whiff of the Dust. The effect was instant—her brain tingled, and her stomach tightened. Heat grazed her nerves, not so much hot as... energetic. It was a buzzing on her skin, especially around her cock and balls. She stood up, blinking rapidly as her cheeks blushed. She had to admit, it felt good—better than good. It was invigorating. Winter wanted to act on it. She wanted to... to…
“To fuck something~?” Willow cooed in her ear.
“Nngh!” Winter’s cock flexed. Her head was muddled. She had to think about something else. About how to help Weiss and Whitley. About… about her mother’s cock, now sliding between her legs and prodding her balls. Winter peered down, her dick twitching when she saw her mother’s tip appear from beneath hers. Willow leaned her chin on Winter’s shoulder. “You’re very horny, Winter,” she whispered.
“I’m... I’m fine...”
“No, you’re not. You’re so very pent up, aren’t you? It must be hard not to jack off for a whole year. This entire manor is ours to fill. To stuff. To clog. To mate.”
Each word she spoke made Winter’s length jump. Her lips quivered, and she was already drooling.
“I’m... returning to my room.”
“Go ahead. The bedrooms need filling, too. Our maids will accompany you.”
I refuse to do that, Winter thought. She clutched whatever dignity she had as she left the room. A few maids followed closely behind, all changed into frilly, maid-themed bikinis for tonight’s sex work. “Fuck, they’re thick,” she mouthed. It was so hard to think. She made it to her room and sighed as she sat on the bed, her cock bouncing before her. The maids stood attentively by the door. “I don’t need your services,” she said. The maids remained still. “I refuse to follow my mother’s whims. You’re dismissed.”
The maids stood still. Winter’s brows furrowed. Her cock throbbed. She stood and stepped closer to them. “You’re dismissed—”
“OOOUUUUGGGHHHHHHHH~!!!!”
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Bubbles formed at Winter’s nostrils as she mindlessly fucked the last of her maids into her bed. The rest were laid out in various places around the room, leaking seed from every orifice. As her mother had shown, the bedroom was warped from a posh, polished living space into a cum-blasted sex cave, everything mired in gelatinous Schnee batter. The mattress was so broken it was concave, and the walls were painted in thick layers of baby gravy, made worse by the sperm that sputtered from this maid’s cratered ass and the womb she fucked. “Cumming!” she roared, hugging her mate as sperm spilled from their connection with every ejaculation: GLRRSH. GLRRSH. GLRRSH.
Winter had no recollection of when she entered her bedroom. The last thing she remembered was approaching one of the maids, seeing the cameltoe her pussy formed in that tight bikini bottom, and her throat going dry. She blinked, and she was suddenly between the girl’s legs, dick shoved up her pussy and kissing her womb; she barely registered the girl’s screams of pleasure, her head too full of cocklust to even notice. She had been rutting for what felt like hours, but as she filled the maid up to the point of her belly bloating and fell back, her sanity slowly crept back in. Breathing hard, she looked at the clock.
“A half hour...”
She had blacked out for only thirty minutes, but this felt like hours of pleasure. The bed beneath her had become a swamp of sperm and vaginal fluids. She was completely soaked, her leotard completely basted in seed. She turned her eyes to the maids she had brutalized. The ones that weren’t twitching on the floor were piled in the corner, fucked into a cum coma. “Was this what Mother meant by ‘filling every room’?” she said. Her cock was still hard, still drooling semen. It felt as though she had just masturbated, but her loins were ablaze for more. She needed to... she had to fuck something again. But as Winter began to squat back over the ruined maid, she paused, then, in a flurry, ran out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her.
A single touch to her shaft sent her balls into a mashing, squeezing fit. Winter clenched her teeth as sperm hosed from her cock, splattering into a pile of sperm on the other side of the hallway before arcing up to add the layers already coating the window. This made her aware of how drenched her surroundings were, the perfectly normal hallway half an hour ago now entirely coated in white, steaming spunk. It reeked the same as the loads that contaminated her mother’s study. She got her other hand on her shaft, shuddering at the sensation but keeping her loads at bay. Willow said she was expected to nut her ball waste all over the manor, and she had gone so far as to set an example of what she meant; Winter huffed as she curled her toes into the sperm and dragged her feet back to her butt, raising her knees as she reveled in masturbation. “Fuuuck, feels good...” she let slip, her eyes rolling up as she pumped her pillar of meat. It took her both hands and slow, long strokes to pump herself, so she did it slowly, to savor the feeling of her cockmeat between her fingers. “Mmn! Mmf...!”
This room was already clogged, and even in her hazy state of mind, Winter knew that blasting her cannon off in here would be a waste of her virility. The last thing she needed was another Dust ‘pick me up’—she’d definitely black out again if so, possibly for longer, and she feared what she might do in that state. She thought about the number of rooms they had to fill and wondered how her mother and Whitley were faring. If they were like her, they’d have some trouble moving from room to room with how horny they were... but her mother could certainly handle herself. She thought back to Willow’s mast and the sheer volume she was spewing. It was impressive and rather exciting to think about. A part of her wanted to be like that, too.
“Nnnf...!” Winter imagined her mother’s cock, and hers gave a powerful throb. A rope of sperm slung from her tip, making her shake. She slowly got up and carried her obscene shaft-weight down the hall and to the foyer. What looked to be a clean room on her entrance was only partially so—Whitley was downstairs, sitting atop the backrest of a couch as he dumped his creamy seed all over the furniture that the maids would have business partners and guests wait at. His balls were swollen to the size of his head, and his cock, while still shorter than his sister’s, was as thick as a tree stump, with its urethra a gaping, drooling tunnel to his sack. It made Winter’s own cock feel tight and itchy, like it needed to be as wide. Whitley’s eyebrows were furrowed as he panted, pumping his length until his orgasm began to taper off. The maids at his side clapped and congratulated him.
“That’s a new record for you, young master! Ten shots in one go!”
“The Headmistress will be so pleased!”
“Sh-shut up!” Whitley blushed and looked away. “I’m just following Mother’s orders! Hmph. I don’t even want to do this, and there’s still so much more to cover...!”
Winter bit her lip, watching the cum river flow down the front of the couch, pooling into a moat around the furniture. But as she continued to observe, she realized something that made her frown. The slapping of feet on sperm made Whitley look up at her and snarl. “What do you want, Winter?”
“You’ve only covered one quadrant of the foyer,” she said.
“Yeah, and it’s a big fucking room, isn’t it?”
“Did you fill your bedroom?”
“Ew. Of course, I didn’t. After that Dust settled in—after I wanted to show off my masculinity, I strode right out here and started dumping everything out.” He looked down at his twitching cock, his hands unconsciously stroking his length again. “Fuck... this feels good.”
“Whitley,” Winter said sternly.
“What!?”
“Your sperm is timid,” she said, her little brother’s eyebrows shooting up. “Where are the maids fucked into piles of beaten curves, or the volume expected of such gallon-bearing cum tanks? This room should be flooded in jizz, not a puddle.”
Whitley’s face went red. “Don’t lecture me, you—you army dyke! I’ll have you know—nngh—I’m the man of the house, now. I’ll prove how much better I am than you and Mother.”
“Oh? Are you challenging me?” Winter said with a smirk. The thought of competition sent a rush of heat to her dick. “I’ll have you know, I just fucked all the maids in my room unconscious and painted every inch with my superior spunk.”
“So what? I’m not even close to emptying my sack.”
“Fine. I’ll give you a handicap. Continue coating that half of the foyer, and I’ll take the other side. This will be a big project, so we should unload here while our erections are fresh, anyway. The loser has to... mmn... clog their throat with the victor’s handiwork.”
Winter’s words were flying out of her mouth. Whitley had always been a hotheaded brat, but she’d never spoken this way to him before. What about her desire to protect him and Weiss? Her lust-addled brain could only think about filling the foyer with sperm. “Fine! I’m not gonna lose!” Whitley pouted and turned back to his quadrant, standing up on the couch as he directed his fire hose over the far end. Sperm gushed out in a thick, gummy geyser, spraying over the tiles and pooling around the doorway. As Winter watched his penis spit its gooey stew, she put her fingers to her glans and squeezed. A viscous glob of semen spilled out from between her fingers, and she swung her dick to the opposite side, letting loose a torrent to match her brother’s.
SPLOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSHHHHH~!!!
Splrrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppppp~!!!
The foyer echoed with the splashing of sperm. Grunts came with the clapping of balls and ass, their very fertile and feminine bodies—even Whitley’s—quaking from all the air-humping and penis pumping. Low, heated groans poured from Winter’s throat as she’d squat, smack her flexible dick against the floor, and nut like she were taking a dump, her balls growling as their contents audibly sloshed within. Whitley, in comparison, was much squeakier than her big sister, pulling on his penis and occasionally slapping his balls and ass to get the extra pleasure needed to work the cum out of his chute. His loads were much runnier than Winter’s, but that was comparing molasses to tar; Winter’s balls were bigger and far stronger than her sibling’s, clenching hard to work their endless batter out.
Winter made quick work of the upstairs, and starting from the top gave her quick access to the stairs, cumming straight down the steps and turning the landing into a bubbling sperm river. Before Whitley was even done with the area he was already working on, Winter had made her way downstairs, hosing down everything in her path. Their combined cum rose to their ankles. Whitley kept his eyes on his sister’s stream, huffing and straining to make his flow thicker. He grunted and pumped harder. “Come on, come on...!”
Winter’s smirk widened as she raised a leg in a showy display before smacking her nuts. “Come on, Whitley,” she taunted, “Is that all you can do?”
“You—ugh...! You took more Dust, didn’t you!? There’s no way...!”
“Are you sure you’re a Schnee, little brother? Maybe you don’t have what it takes.”
“Don’t... insult me...!”
The siblings kept at it for a while, their sperm rivers clashing in the center of the foyer, mixing and bubbling as each tried to outdo the other. But as Winter’s loads overtook her brother’s, the flooring Whitley had to cum onto soon turned to zero, now competing with her big sister over the walls, getting only one load out before Winter raised her shaft and, after mashing two maids’ faces against her dick, completely covered them. The vibration her eruption made caused the maids to black out, falling into the cum after Winter sighed and released them. Whitley knew it was over; his eyes teared up, and he stomped his feet in the sperm. “N-no! No, no, no! I refuse to lose!”
“You lost, Whitley,” Winter said plainly. “I overtook your half. There’s nothing left for you to soil.”
“No!”
The cum-covered maids were humping their pussies into the sperm while muttering amongst themselves and glancing at Whitley’s hissy fit, which only made him blush harder. “Round two!” he insisted. “Let’s go to, I-I dunno, the dining room!”
A hard spank to his ass shut the big-bootied boy up. “Mother!” he said, choking on his own shock. Willow stood there, smiling at her two children as she stood in their ankle-high cum, her hand firm on Whitley’s rear.
“My. I followed the sound of sperm spraying loose, and what do I see but two of my beloved children playing in the foyer together! How wonderful.”
“We weren’t playing,” Whitley pouted.
“Whitley and I were competing to see who could fill their half of the room faster,” Winter said.
Willow’s face lit up. “Marvelous! You’re really getting into the tradition, Winter! And I don’t need to ask how it went; your nauseating stench of virility speaks volumes. I can barely even smell Whitley amidst all this steamy muck.”
“Ugh!” Whitley grumbled. “I demand a rematch!”
“Such a thicc boy,” Willow cooed, her lips pursing as she dug her fingers into his supple butt and raked them upward. “These penis pillows are making your whole hip line wobble! You’re a natural butt slut, just like your mother.”
“Stop grabbing my ass!” Whitley turned to slap her mother’s hand away, only to have her lips pressed to his, his surprised squeal muffled and swallowed whole. Winter froze as she watched Willow grab him by the neck and hold him in place. The boy struggled, but he couldn’t resist his mother for long, soon melting in her grasp. “You lost, Whitley,” she said between smooches. “You’re nothing but a mare now. You may yet become a stallion, but I believe someone needs to beat the family hierarchy into your guts. Let’s coat them first. You lost a bet, didn’t you?”
“I’ll have your head for this, you—”
“Grovel and slurp, boy,” Willow sneered, spanking him hard. Whitley fell to his knees and, biting back his words, cupped his hands into the sperm. What he pulled out was terrible, and thick, Winter’s off-white, Dust-infused sperm murk soaking his palms with its bubbles and clumps. “It’s so fuckin’ heavy,” Whitley muttered. His glare burned toward Winter, but Willow flopping her cock on his head broke any vehemency he showed. “What did I tell you?”
Whitley wet his lips, gulped, and pressed his lips against the sperm. Winter watched in shock as he sucked and slurped, his breath hitching and his hips beginning to twerk. Willow bit her lip and began to thrust against his head. “Like Mother, like son. I can’t wait to break his hips open...”
“I... uh...” Winter stuttered. She was still hard, her dick aching for a hole to squeeze into, and the sounds Whitley made weren’t helping calm her down at all. He was munching on the sperm, the clots popping in his mouth, with much of it spilling onto his thighs. His groveling would worsen when her mother sat on Whitley’s head, pinning his face to the floor with her massive ass.
“Chew, my child. Chew and swallow until I tell you to stop,” Willow said, grinding against the back of his head. “Nnf, Whitley is right! Your sperm’s so very heavy, Winter, and sticky. It’s glued to the bottom of my ass. Just look at the bridges it’s making.” Willow lifted her cheek to show Winter the gooey strands of sperm connecting her to Whitley’s head and the floor. Whitley used this chance to get out from under her and swallow. The sperm bulged in his throat, but the cross-eyed buuuuuurp that followed was enough to make his mother content. “Mmm, such a good boy. Now get up. We’re going to the dining room for round two, just as you requested.”
Whitley needed a moment to gather himself. “Finally,” he said, wiping his mouth. His eyebrows hadn’t quite relaxed, but there was an unmistakable blush on his cheeks, and his dick was throbbing harder than before. Willow took her son by his sperm-smeared hips and pushed him into the room next door. Winter followed nervously. It was obvious what was about to happen. After entering the dining room, their mother stopped pushing him, and he raised his hands beside his chest. “Be our referee, Mother. How should we start?”
“You can start by crawling onto the table,” Willow said, pointing at the long dining table. Whitley raised an eyebrow, but did as told, his butt wobbling as he got a knee onto it, and his cock dragged behind him as he began crawling towards the center. “Fuck, just look at him,” Willow nudged Winter’s arm and said. “The way he moves, the way he’s shaped—it’s like a bitch in heat. Pair that with a whole shelf of ass meat, and you’ve got the perfect breeding sow.”
“I thought you wanted him to be a stallion,” Winter said, unable to look away from her little brother’s butt.
“Don’t tell me you’re not fantasizing about shooting a fat load into your little brother’s sweltering butt oven,” Willow said, looking at her eldest daughter. Her eyes had lidded, and she was drooling a bit. “Look at him poke his ass out. He’s begging us to fuck him.”
Winter said nothing, but she was sweating. Her dick was certainly hungry. All that backed-up pressure in her balls needed to escape. As she watched Whitley crawl to the center of the table, she noticed the way he kept his butt up, even as he looked back at them.
“What now? Get up here, Winter!”
“Winter can stay for now,” Willow said, standing on the table and swiftly making her way to him. Winter instinctively followed alongside her; she needed to be in a good spot to take in what was about to happen. “I’m your mother, so I get the first taste.”
“What are you talking about—”
PLAPP!!!
Whitley squealed when his mother slammed her hips into his butt. Winter’s heart banged in her chest from the impact; Whitley was immediately winded, pushed onto his knees, his toes curling as his back arched. His cheeks rippled from the thrust, but the more exciting part was his anus, its twitching rim puckered plump around Willow’s base. She could see the confusion flashing from Whitley’s eyes, his droning moan the only answer to a boy suddenly having all four feet of his mother’s cock distend his stomach. “NNNGGGGHHH~!!!”
“Sooo soft and squishy,” Willow moaned, slapping her son’s ass. “I was expecting a tight fit, but, nnf, your greedy hole swallowed me right up! It must like having big, hard cockmeat inside of it!”
“Ugghh, f-fuck, it hurts!” Whitley said, tears forming in his eyes.
“Hurts so good, doesn’t it?” Willow sneered. “Your cock’s spewing its runny filth all over the table. Pay attention: I’ll show you how a real Schnee beats their cum out of their balls!”
Willow set her hands over Whitley’s and pulled back, revealing a foot of her shaft now covered in precum and ass juice. She paused to enjoy the feel of the cool dining room air before ramming back in, making her son moan much louder. She giggled, her butt bouncing from the thrust and her tits shaking in her frilly leotard. “Oooh, what a little fucking chew toy,” she said, biting his hair. “You smell like strawberries, and your butthole’s squeezing down like a pussy, you cum slut!”
“Y-you bitch! Nnf, I’ll—I’ll—OH FUCK~!!!”
Willow’s thrusts were getting faster and harder. Her girthy cock was scraping against his prostate, and Whitley’s anus was still struggling to expand. As his mother’s balls began to slap against his, he started to pant harder. Winter wasn’t sure if he was enjoying it, but he was getting railed like a slut, his ass shining with a mix of sweat and anal lube. Their mom’s constantly thickening cock stretched his asshole wider and wider, until most of his rear was just a hole for his mother’s dick to destroy. The tip of Willow’s cock was just beginning to reach his throat from the other end, Whitley’s eyes rolling up as his voice became a deep, throaty gurgle. “Mmph, h-here it comes,” Willow purred, “get ready, sweet boy~!”
“N-no...! Not inside...! I’ll—I’ll—URRRGGGHHHHHH~!!!”
Winter saw the outline of her mother’s cock in her little brother’s stomach suddenly bulge. A spurt of cum pushed against Whitley’s throat, his jaw agape as he prepared to barf it up, but Willow slammed her hand over his mouth. “Nngh! Swallow it! Don’t waste a single drop! I’ll cram it back in if I have to!” she cried. The next spurt was twice as thick as the first, and Whitley’s cheeks pouched, nearly choking on it. His hips moved on their own, trying to push back against Willow’s thrusts as the orgasm continued, Willow’s crotch a swollen mess of cum tubes, each one pumping gallon after gallon of hot, sticky, delicious sperm up her son’s throat. Her balls kept clenching, but the loads came slow; they were thick in her chute, and the transition from stuffing Whitley’s face to him swallowing it down made for a bubbly splosh that soon emanated from his stomach. It anchored him to the table, his weight sinking into the wood as his stomach swelled to that of pregnancy. When Willow finally pulled her cock out, sperm instantly flooded from Whitley’s ass, his gaping anus like a volcano spraying its own lava. Whitley collapsed onto the table, his tongue hanging out and his eyes rolled up. “Hoo! Your turn, Winter.” Willow said, spanking Whitley again as she stroked her easing erection. “Make Mother proud.”
Winter was already on the table. She was drooling as she stared down at her little brother’s raised ass, his cheeks still rippling and that sloppy, gaping butthole yawning for more cock. Winter grabbed his ass and spread him open, her cock lurching at the sight of his anal depths. She was ready to fuck that hole even wider, but a part of her felt hesitant. Not about incest—she was too horny to care about that now—but about Whitley. As she pressed her tip to his rim, she heard him moan, and saw that he was still conscious, his eyes lidded and his lips dripping with cum. “Mother? He’s still conscious,” Winter said.
“You want to him moan and pant and scream, do you not?”
Winter’s breath hitched. She started running her cockhead along his sphincter. Whitley’s eyelids fluttered, his body shivering. “I... I do.”
“Then fuck him like a bitch,” Willow said. Winter was almost surprised by how crude her words were, but she couldn’t deny how it made her feel. She pressed her tip against his anus, and it sank right in. Whitley’s ass suddenly convulsed and clamped around her girth. He squealed, and his toes curled again, his hands flailing as she sank deeper, every inch of her hardening cock sinking into his pillowy ass. His anal muscles milked her shaft with surprising strength, almost squeezing her dick off, but the extra girth her erection gained was just enough to keep her inside.
“Mother, he’s soft!” she moaned, finally hilting her full length into her little brother.
“Of course he is,” Willow replied, taking her dick and slapping Whitley’s ass with it. “He was born for this, growing the perfect balance of feminine thickness and masculine length to be a meat sheath for his family’s cocks. Don’t tell me you’ve never noticed how he’s shaped, have you?”
Winter absolutely noticed how much of a pear-shaped prude her little brother was, which was why she thought it her duty to protect him as much as she had Weiss. She even scolded their mother for the way she looked at him. But now she was the one stuffing him with dick, the heat of his rectum making her delirious. She pulled back and thrust forward, her balls clapping against his as she started to hump him. The combined crackle of their sperm-churning nut meat sent ripples up Winter’s sack and across her ass. She held her brother down by the neck and started to fuck him properly, every thrust driving him into the table, his butt bouncing off her crotch.
“Like this, Mother!?” she said, her voice strained.
“Much better!” Willow cheered. “You’ve got the right idea, Winter. Give your little bitch brother a good fuck! Beat his ass with those big, heavy balls of yours!”
“Y-yes!”
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Winter’s dick was throbbing in the hot, steamy, clenching confines of her brother’s anus. She was going mad with lust, clenching her teeth and blushing as her hips moved faster than her mind could keep up with. She didn’t know Whitley could make these noises, the mewling, lewd groans of a well-fucked buttslut pouring from his lips as he gritted his teeth and drooled. He pushed back against her dick like he wanted more of it, needing it to quell the burning heat in his bowels. Winter was happy to oblige. She pounded him harder, her dick sputtering pre into his ass and greasing her passage. Winter’s balls churned. Her back arched.
“I’m cumming! I’ll—I’ll cum in you, Whitley!”
“NNGHH! Yesss~!!! Gimme your cum, Sis!!!”
Winter’s eyes widened. She grabbed Whitley’s head and pulled him back as she hilted into him again. Her glans pressed against his stomach walls, distending his navel outward, and her veins throbbed with the flex of her shaft, pressure piling in her sack before pulsating up to her very tip. Veins bulged on her forehead, smoothing her hips into the thick plumpness of that boy butt, and she growled from both mouth and balls.
“UUUUOOOOOOOOOHHHHH...!!!”
BLLOOOOOORRRRT~!!! SPPLLLRRRRPPPP, SPPLLLRRRRPPPP, GLLLLLRRRRRRRSHHHHH~!!!
She threw her head back and cried out in relief as she came. Her cum was thick as butter. It was nothing compared to the clotted globs her mother shot, but it was still an ungodly amount of spunk to dump in her brother’s already bloated stomach. Whitley’s belly bounced with each shot, with the seed pumping directly into his intestines. There was nowhere for it to go but up, and his throat gurgled with the rising tide. Sperm spilled from his lips, drooling down his chin as Winter kept cumming. Every spurt was another orgasmic spasm, her whole body shaking as she dug her fingers into his hair and ass and rode him through her climax. He was spewing, too, sperm spilling through his limp cock and splattering off the table.
“Fuuuuck,” was all Whitley could say. Winter’s fingers soon hooked his mouth and pried it open as her sperm hosed. His face was a mess of thick spunk by the time Winter pulled her cock out of his ass, but the deluge didn’t stop; his anus was stretched and ruined, and now his rectum was a river of sperm. “That’s my good girl!” Willow cheered. “You’ve really given him a treat! Look at his slutty ass trying to push all that seed out!”
Whitley couldn’t respond, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He barely moved as Willow pulled him off the table by his ankles, his hands dragging across the mess of sperm before falling to the floor, his ass still pointed upward, still gushing. “Ah,” Willow moaned, groping herself. “I love the sound of a gaped anus. It’s making me want to use him again. Sloppy thirds, dear?”
Winter gulped, and, her cock rising, bit her lip and nodded.
PLOSH! PLOSH! PLOSH!
Winter and Willow screamed in pleasure together as they shared Whitley’s anus, stretching his hole to its utmost limits as one shaft thrust in, and the other out, their balls clapping together as they plowed him into the floor. What had been a solid floor of marble tile had become a carpet of bubbling seed, and Whitley was drowning in it, half his mouth left in the murk as his body was bounced up and down by the two futanari cocks trying to fit inside him. He had to swallow mouthfuls of his own spunk while getting fucked, his eyes rolling and crossing, and his brain becoming nothing but sex mush.
The two women lost count of how many times they came inside him. He was a cum-filled doll by the time they were through, his stomach round as a beach ball and his hair matted to the floor in a sticky puddle of sperm. And as they pulled out, and he was left to twitch on the floor, they realized that their lust wasn’t sated. Their balls were still full, and they were still hard. “Isn’t that a sight,” Willow said, bending over to rub Whitley’s hair. “Beaten, abused, and left to bask in our virility. You did well, Winter. Very well. Your brother is ruined for any other mate. He’ll always think of your cock when he gets horny now.”
“I...” Winter panted. She was sweaty and hot, still erect and throbbing. “I should... apologize to him. Later.”
“Later. Yes, quite,” her mother laughed. She turned her attention to Whitley. “Get up. Your service isn’t over yet. We have many rooms to fill, and your other sister isn’t anywhere to be found.”
Winter watched as Willow returned to dragging Whitley, likely to whichever next room had yet to be clogged in their sperm. She stroked her cock; hopefully, they would all recover from this day, physically and mentally.