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The house still smelled strongly of the lemon cleaner Sable had used two hours earlier. She stood in the center of the living room with a microfiber cloth in one paw and a half-empty spray bottle in the other, surveying the results of three days of restless work. Every surface gleamed, even to the point that the pale gray sheets on the guest bed had been washed, and were now so clean and stretched so tightly on the mattress she could nearly see her reflection in the fabric. The legs of every piece of furniture, usually soft with the constant silver-and-charcoal shed of her fur, were finally clean. She had vacuumed twice that morning alone, and had never realized how annoying her shedding could be when framed with the prospect of cleaning for a long-term guest. She typically tried to keep her house clean, but her mother had always told her to ‘make your house look like no one lives there’ for guests. She knew it would be impossible to maintain this level of cleanliness, and that soon things would be back to their organized, if a bit chaotic, nature, but for the first couple of days or so, it would hopefully remain somewhat like this.
As she finished up the mopping, she felt a painfully demanding ache pulse beneath her stomach and clenched it tightly. She fidgeted for a few minutes, panting heavily, before it passed. For the past four days, her body had ached in the low, familiar way that meant her heat was still present. It hadn’t crested yet, but at 38 years old she knew the rhythm of her body well enough to manage it. At that moment it was nothing more than a dull, persistent throb and a near-constant wetness between her thighs, a hypersensitivity that made every brush of fabric against her nipples feel like delicious torture, and a craving she knew she would have to satisfy at some point tonight to keep herself stable. She would handle it the way she always did when her human husband Flint was unavailable– quiet sessions with the drawers of toys beside the bed, long showers, and the stubborn refusal to ask him for help. He came home late most nights, smelling like the office and utterly exhausted, and fell asleep facing the wall. When they had the rare days off, they spent them cuddled on the couch or spent time together doing what they affectionately referred to as “old people” activities. While she loved her husband, she had come to terms with his lack of a sex drive and had stopped reaching for him long ago.
Sable set the spray bottle on the coffee table and stretched, arms overhead. The motion lifted her heavy breasts against the thin cotton of her blouse. Despite the fact she had never given birth, Sable was the picture of motherhood, the kind they once made statues and art of. Her thick body coated in soft fur everywhere but her chest and midsection gave hints of softness, even if she’d been born a human rather than the voluptuous wolf she was. Her hair was tied up in a bun, a few strands of silver hair flying loose. Her snout shadowed her thin neck, leading down to narrow shoulders. The blue blouse she wore barely contained her ample bosom, and while she typically tried to hide the 5 beauty marks in the shape of a star on her right breast, she couldn’t hide all of them without dressing extremely conservatively, so aside from her family members and the few people who may have seen her in a skimpy bikini, most people believed she only had 2 moles. While she had a bit of a pudgy belly, her waist still dipped inward and flared into a thick, rounded ass constrained by a pair of shorts. Her heavy tail swished in time with her humming as she nitpicked.
Her phone on the kitchen counter buzzed. Sable dropped her cleaning supplies and ran a paw down her side, absently smoothing her exposed fur and felt the heat pulse in answer.
She crossed the room barefoot, her claws clicking lightly on the hardwood and answered without checking the screen.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Aunt Sable?” Ember’s voice asked excitedly on the other end. But there was a tightness in her voice, somewhere between restless and tired.
“Hey pup,” she smiled and leaned her hip against the counter. “Ya’ll on the road?”
“Yep! We’re running a bit behind because Mom made me double and triple check I’d packed enough for the whole time down there. We should be there in about two more hours.” A small pause, the sound of a car blinker in the background. “Is it still okay if I stay the whole summer? I know I usually only spend a week or two, but if you don’t want me–”
“Girl, it’s fine,” Sable interrupted. “It’ll be nice to have some actual company. You wouldn’t believe how lonely and boring it gets around the house, on grocery trips, or shopping days. I need me some one-on-one time with my favorite niece.”
“I’m your only niece.”
“And my point still stands. Seriously, I got your bed all made up, I went out and bought nearly everything to stock the fridge with that any teenage girl would want. Stay as long as you want.”
Ember paused again, longer this time. Her breathing sounded like it was coming in quick pants.
“You alright?” Sable asked.
“Yeah, just…warm. Forgot how hot it is down here.”
“Summer in the South, sweetie. Drink water, don’t harass my baby sister too much. I’ll see ya’ll soon.”
They hung up. Sable set the phone down and stood very still in the quiet kitchen, watching her breathing. Her own heat had tried to spike during the call, her crotch slowly clenching and unclenching in reflex. She ignored it, the way she had learned to, and went back to wiping the already clean counter. Whereas when Ember was younger and they used to spend every single weekend and most weekday afternoons together, now their time together was always limited. Sable’s sister Rena had gotten a job offer she just couldn’t refuse out in Missouri, and now had to settle for seeing one of her favorite people at holidays and over the summer.
She and Flint had never managed to have children. It was already difficult for a human and a Beastkin to produce offspring, but especially so given that Flint was diagnosed with a low sperm count years ago. The closest she came to easing that particular ache was Ember. The girl she had watched grow from a gangly little pup into something taller, fuller, and increasingly hard to look at without noticing. She had taught Ember to cook, how to change a tire, how to make protein shakes she herself lived off of during her heat, how to deal with the cruelty of other teenagers. The two were as close as she was with her own sister, if not even closer. She was sure there were things that Ember had told Sable she’d never dream of telling Rena.
A little over two hours later, the sound of tires on gravel pulled her to the front window and she went to the door.
Her sister’s car was practical, silver and dusted with dirt from the road trip. The driver’s side door opened first, and Rena stepped out. Rena was a leaner, sharper version of their family’s bloodline, dark gray fur neatly brushed and looking like she’d just come from the salon. Her face however, said she was already halfway to exhausted. She gave Sable a quick wave and a tired smile that said she’d been working too hard lately.
The passenger door opened more slowly.
Ember emerged wearing a simple tank top and loose shorts, a small bag over one of her tiny shoulders. Though she had just had her 16th birthday, she could easily pass for 18 or older. Her fur was dyed electric blue at the tips of her ears and the top of her head, and was damp at the edges from the humidity of the day. Her frame had almost finished most of its growing: long legs, a still-narrow waist with hints of an hourglass figure that would one day fill out in her maturity. The tank top sat close enough to her chest to show off the shape of small breasts underneath, and her shorts were ordinary and modest. Her ears flicked subconsciously at unfamiliar sounds. Her short tail moved in quick, restless arcs. When she looked up at the house she was clearly flushed under the fur, but the day was hot and the drive had been long.
“Hey you two,” Sable said and threw on a pair of sandals to help bring Ember’s bags in.
Rena smiled and gave her sister a hug, then gave Ember a chance to hug her aunt. Ember’s hug was tighter than Sable thought possible for a girl her age and size. The hug lasted quite a while, and Sable held her in her arms the entire time. When Ember released her, she saw a few tears welling up. “Guest room’s ready. You want to hang out with me and your mom for a minute, or do you wanna put your stuff down and go rest in the cool air?”
Ember’s ears flickered. Get me outta this heat, please.” She helped Sable bring in her bags, then hurried up to her room.
“Come on, I’ll get you some coffee for the drive back,” Sable said and led Rena to the kitchen. She started up a pot of coffee and let it brew as they sat across from each other at the island. “You know you don’t gotta leave, right? You can spend the night here and head back tomorrow.”
“Pfffft!” Ember laughed. “Are you kidding? Starting this afternoon, Ornus and I took a week off work, I intend to be back in my house just in time to strip him down and fuck like newlyweds.”
“Oh, so that’s why you wanted me to take her.”
“Huh?”
“Ember said you’d asked if she could stay for the summer.”
“No, no. This wasn't my idea, it was Ember’s. She said she really missed living here and wanted to spend the summer with you. Ornus and I both thought it’d be good for her. Getting the house to ourselves is just a bonus,” she grinned her fangs and did a little energetic dance on the stool. “He’s about to go into rut, I’m about to start my heat. We’ll be lucky if Ember doesn’t end up with a little sister in the works by the time she comes back.”
They spent about an hour catching up with small talk. There wasn’t really much new to report, since they still talked at least once a week on the phone, but it was nice to do it face-to-face. When Ember came thundering back down the stairs two at a time, Rena glanced at her watch and shouted she was going to be late getting back home.
“Alright, I’m gone!” she said and kissed her daughter on the forehead, and gave her older sister a big hug. I’ll see ya’ll a week before school starts.” She pointed a playfully accusing finger at Sable. “Don’t spoil her, and feed her something other than frozen junk and protein smoothies, alright?” She gave Sable one last quick hug, and headed out the door with a final wave. The sound of her car pulling away left the house suddenly quiet.
Ember stood in the entryway for a while, her ears angled slightly back, then followed Sable back into the kitchen. Sable stood underneath the air conditioning vent in the ceiling for a minute as Ember climbed onto the stool at the island, the loose shorts shifting as she settled her weight on one leg. “So, Sable said, opening the fridge and glancing over her shoulder. “Whole summer together, basically just you and me.”
“What about Uncle Flint?”
“Flint’s gotten stupidly busy at work lately honey, and he’s got out-of-town seminars lined up every other week. If he’s not working late in the office he’s gonna be two towns over. So, are you just gonna eat the junk I bought you or are you gonna let me give you these protein shakes too?”
Ember gave a tired smile. “I’ll eat the smoothies for breakfast, but my stomach starts growling like an hour before lunch if that’s all I eat, and if I try eating one for lunch too I have to eat a ton of snacks before dinner.”
Sable pulled down the blender and two containers. “I’ve been living on them for breakfast and lunch the past couple weeks. Want one for now and maybe we’ll go grab something together? You can check out what’s new, maybe we can get some plans for what you wanna do.” Sable started measuring out spoonfuls of different powders. Ember watched her for a minute, then came to help.
“I think I remember what to do,” she mumbled as she helped her aunt.
“I’ll let you handle it then and get the liquid mix.” she said and dug in the fridge until she pulled out a pitcher of thick purple liquid. Strawberries, blueberries, bananas, all kinds of tasty things blended up into one for the housewife with nothing better to do than find ways to save time. Are we gonna wing it all this summer or is there anything in particular you want to do?”
“Winging it, mostly. I want to try to find a part-time job, I’d like to hang out with Kathy a little bit if she and Haley are still friends. Ummm, the mall! The mall, for sure. Other than that, I just kinda…wanted to be here.” She shrugged one shoulder. Sable came up behind her and poured in the purple liquid from the pitcher. “Mom and Dad are gonna be impossible once their cycles line up. I’ve heard them talking and it’s disgusting the things they’re planning on doing.”
“Ah, young love,” Sable playfully chuckled and went over to take over on the smoothies once again. She poured half of it into a cup for Ember, then put the blender back. “I’ve been adding a little extra scoop of this to mine,” she explained and put a scoop of ‘Heat-Out’ powder into the blender, gave it a quick spin and poured her own cup. “Drink yours before you melt. You look like you’re about to burn up.”
Ember took a couple of sips from her cup. When Sable sat down opposite her at the island, Ember looked flushed still. She stammered something for a minute before finally letting the words tumble from her mouth. “Aunt Sable, why do you hide your, uhhh…beauty marks?”
“Huh? These?” she asked, looking and pointing down at her moles.
“Yeah. I, uhhh…I remember when we went to the beach that you’ve got way more than you usually show off. Are they something to be ashamed of?”
Sable put her cup down for a moment and stared at her niece. “Why do you ask?”
“Uhh, because, well, I, uhhh… I have a few of ‘em, right here,” she stammered and pointed at the area where her chest began to swell into her small breasts under her shirt. “I’ve had them since I was real little, but I try to cover them up if I’m in a swimsuit or something ever since I noticed you hide them. Do guys and girls not like them or something?”
“Oh sweetie,” she sighed and pushed a little hair from her niece’s face. “You do not need to be ashamed of anything about yourself. I hide mine because they’re one of the first things your Uncle Flint complimented me on. I can’t wear comfortable clothes and hide all of them, but that little pattern,” she said and pulled her shirt down just enough to show off her star, “is just for my husband.”
“It must be really rare to have them in a pattern like that, I-I wish mine were in something cool. All I’ve got are just a few in a line.”
“Maybe you’ll find a boy who’ll like them just as much as Flint likes mine,” Sable smiled, trying to hide a flash of anger as she thought of how long it had been since Flint had even looked at her breasts, let alone her star.
Ember finished her smoothie first and got off her stool. The shorts she wore were ordinary, but the way she had to keep adjusting herself every time she moved kept drawing Sable’s attention out of instinct before she glanced away quickly. She had known since Ember was a newborn pup that she was not like other girls. Ember had been gifted with the dual-sex gene that was becoming more and more widespread over the past 30 years. She had been born biologically female, undeniable from her still growing breasts, feminine shape to her body, and soft face, but bore a fully functioning penis and pair of testicles. Sable had changed Ember’s diapers, helped with baths, potty trained her, seen the little sheath, the tiny testes, and the hot pink, tapered penis that came with it more times than she could count. However, it had been a long time since the fact had crossed her mind in even a passing way. It was simply a part of who Ember was, the same way as the little fluffs on her ear tips or the restless way she moved around the room when she was thinking.
Sable downed the rest of her smoothie and joined Ember at the sink. Ember took the glass and washed it thoroughly, Sable watching her. The house felt different with someone else in it again, someone who actually stayed long enough in it to talk to her.
“Mi Casa, and all that,” Sable said and patted her niece on the back as she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. “Wanna watch bad tv while we decide what to do with the rest of the day?”
They settled into an easy, ordinary rhythm over the first two days, as if Ember had lived there her whole life, which was at least partly true for her childhood. Later in the morning, well after Sable had woken up and seen her husband off to work, Ember would stumble to the bathroom, shower, and emerge for a late breakfast smoothie. However, Sable noticed an odd taste to hers each morning.
“I think I added too much Heat-Out to mine..” the older wolf mumbled on Saturday morning. It had a strong, bitter taste that made her smack her lips.
“What’s it taste like?” Ember asked.
“Usually I can’t taste it at all. But this time it’s got a…familiar taste to it somehow.” she smacked her lips,trying to chase the flavor in her mind.
“Why do you drink them, anyway?”
“My Heat is especially…intense,” Sable said, searching for the right words to describe it. “I can barely function when it hits if I don’t use this, and mine last for weeks sometimes, so it’s best for everyone if I just take this and keep functioning like a normal person.”
“Seems kinda sad.”
“Eh, part of growing up, kiddo. Make sacrifices for the people you love. Flint needed me to work for a bit when we first got married, and there was no way I’d be allowed to work if I let my Heat go unchecked. Just became a habit, and I kind of like being in control of myself all the time.”
They went grocery shopping later Saturday morning after breakfast for anything specific Sable hadn’t already bought. Sable pushed the cart while Ember wandered ahead, pulling things off shelves and tossing them in without needing to ask. At one point in the frozen aisle, Ember stretched to reach the popsicles on the highest shelf and her tank top rode up just enough to show the soft silver-gray fur of her lower belly. Sable’s eyes flicked down out of habit, and then away. A small part of her felt jealousy. She remembered all too well, especially during her heat, how her body had looked when she was younger, how she had been thin and desirable to everyone and didn’t have an extra pooch in her belly.
The whole weekend they talked about nothing important: which yogurt was better, what horrible tv show they should watch, where she wanted to look for jobs, how loud the cicadas could be at night.
Sunday was quieter. Ember spent most of the afternoon in her room with the door half-open, music low. When evening came, Sable made a smoothie for herself to drink the next morning and popped it in the fridge, still racking her brain for what that familiar flavor might be as she set about making dinner. Suddenly, Sable’s nose twitched instinctively, but she rubbed her snout vigorously to stop the spasm. By that time, Ember’s scent had now mingled into the usual smell of the house, with Sable’s being the strongest, her husband’s the weakest due to his excessive absence. She had seen him for about three hours the entire weekend, just long enough to say good morning to him, and for him to greet Ember, before darting out the door again. Her mind was used to it, though her body was not. Her nose would twitch at stupid times when Ember was particularly potent, and her lower body would cramp whenever she passed by her niece’s door, her Heat begging to respond.
After dinner Sunday night, Sable and Ember lounged on the couch, watching an old romance movie Sable had seen on a date when she had been around Ember’s age. The way they were cuddling on the couch, a stranger might easily mistake them for mother and daughter. I could get used to this, Sable thought contentedly as she rubbed the bridge of Ember’s nose in affection, the way she had done when she was a baby and refused to sleep.
The movie ended, and Ember got up, stretched and let out a low howling yawn before mumbling goodnight and went to her room.
“Thank God,” Sable muttered in desperation as she hurried as quietly as she could to her own bedroom. I don’t know how much longer I could have stood it.
She closed and locked her bedroom door and threw open the bedside table. On top of the condoms and the neglected and futile lingeries she had tried to entice Flint with at one point in their marriage, was a dildo. It was bright pink, and modeled after Flint’s own human cock. Around 4 inches tall, and less than an inch wide, this was her companion throughout each lonely Heat cycle.
She jumped into bed and pulled her tank top under her chin, freeing both of her heavy tits. She wasted no time with gentleness and began groping herself, roughly clawing at her tits until she left red claw marks on them. She was already mewling desperately, panting with need, but she knew she needed to build it, that this orgasm would be tremendous if she just rode it out long enough. After abusing her own nipples, she was vaguely conscious of throwing her shorts off and soaking the sheets with her arousal. Then she pulled out her phone, and typed in her favorite porn site- Furred.com. Thumbnails of human women getting railed by any kind of Beastkin imaginable, and other thumbnails of Beastkin women dominating human men and women, or being gangbanged by other Beastkin. She ignored them and typed in her usual: “Luna Voss Gangbang”
Muscle memory opened up the correct video before the thumbnails had even loaded, and she propped the phone up on Flint’s pillow.
Her own face, younger and prettier, smiled at the camera. She was dressed in a bikini top that was nothing more than a strip of cloth big enough to hide her nipples, and kneeling in the floor on a plush cushion. “Hi, I’m Luna Voss, and today I’m gonna take four Lupine males and two Lupine DS in deep heat in all my holes today.” The camera honed in on her birthmarks on her right breast before the males and the dual-sex females came out onto the set.
“Fuck yeah, rip my clothes off,” Sable muttered under her breath in time with her younger self. “Touch me, show how much you want me.”
Her hand was plunging the dildo in and out of her soaked cunt in a relentless, wet rhythm, her walls sucking greedily on the rubber cock trying to milk it for cum. Her other paw alternately squeezed her tits and rubbed hard, frantic circles over her swollen clit. Her Heat felt insatiable, spreading into a full-body craving. Every nerve ending cried for something thicker and harder to stretch her open and lock inside. The toy felt good, but not good enough. She needed cock. Not a rubber one, a real, heavy, veined, leaking cock. The kind like int he video she was watching. The kind that used to force her mouth open, the kind that would split her cunt and keep swelling until she couldn’t think.
She chased the thought harder. The video and her room vanished. Instead she was in a dark room, kneeling on a cold, hard floor, exposed, in front of a hard cock. It was nothing more than a thick, dark shaft at first. She let it slide over her tongue into her waiting mouth, precum coating her throat before she even swallowed. Then the cock changed. It got heavier, the tip thinned out into a taper, the base bulged until a hard knot aching for attention formed. She felt the weight of that cock resting on her tongue, the way it twitched and drooled when she hollowed her cheeks as it used her mouth like a pussy. She felt herself being held down by it, nose buried in dense fur, eyes watering as she struggled to take more.
A broken sound slipped out of her. She shoved the dildo to the balls and began squirming on it, chasing the stretch that she still couldn’t satisfy. Her hips snapped up off the mattress and then back down, riding the fake cock like her life depended on it. The wet sounds her cunt made were filthy, loud in the quiet bedroom. Slick ran down the cleft of her ass and soaked the sheet beneath her.
Deeper. Thicker. Fuck, just give it to me–!
Her fantasy turned darker the way it always did when her Heat got beyond anyone’s control. She felt herself being used without gentleness, cock forced into her throat, held there while she choked and drooled for someone else’s pleasure. She imagined the same thick length dragging out of her mouth only long enough to slap her cheek and rub the knot along her face before pushing back in. She felt the knot swelling against her lips, too big to take without being forced, while hot cum flooded her throat. She wanted to be flipped over, her face shoved into the pillow, another knotted cock splitting her open from behind in one hard thrust, the knot assaulting her lips until it finally punched inside and locked.
Her free paw abandoned her tits and joined the other between her legs. Two fingers rubbed her clit in tight, brutal circles while the other kept fucking herself. Her belly clenched. Her thighs shook. The scent of her own Heat was so strong it almost made her dizzy. She was past shame, past everything except for the need to be used.
Fill me. Stretch me. Use me. Knot me while I beg you not to. Cum in me until it leaks down my thighs for days~!
The orgasm ripped through her so hard her vision whited out. Her back arched clear off the bed, a raw, gasping cry tearing out of her throat before she could muffle it. Her cunt clamped down on her dildo in hard pulses, gushing around it, soaking her paws and the sheets and the insides of her thighs. She kept rubbing and fucking herself through it, oversensitive and shaking, until a second, smaller wave hit and left her twitching. When it finally let go, she collapsed flat, her chest heaving and her mouth open as it tried to drag air into her lungs. The dildo was still lodged inside. Every small aftershock made her whimper. Sweat and arousal matted the fur of her belly and the soft folds between her legs. The dark star of her beauty marks on her right breast rose and fell rapidly with each desperate breath.
She needed water. Her throat was raw, her mouth dry, her whole body still thrumming with the leftover need that her orgasm had only blunted. Sable pulled the dildo out with a wet sound and wiped her hands on the ruined sheet. Her legs felt unsteady when she swung them over the side of the bed. She tugged the tank top back down, didn’t bother hunting for her shorts, and left her room. The hallway was dark and cool. Somewhere downstairs the refrigerator hummed. She needed cold water, straight from the fridge. Tap water simply wouldn’t quench her thirst. So, barefoot and half-dazed, Sable started down the hall toward the kitchen.
She was three steps from the kitchen doorway when the soft, wet sounds reached her. She stopped from instinct. It was rhythmic. Slow at first, then quicker. Skin on skin, slick and steady, punctuated by the faintest, muffled whimper. The hallway was dark. The only light came from the pale rectangle of light from the open fridge.
Sable’s ears angled forward. Her own recent orgasm still left her hazy, but the sound cut through that like a knife. She moved closer on silent padded feet, staying in the shadow of the doorway, and peeked.
Ember was leaning with her back on the island facing the open fridge. Her shorts were shoved down to mid-thigh, tank top thrown to the floor. One paw braced on the edge of the counter. The other was wrapped tightly around the thickest, longest, wettest cock Sable had ever seen on anyone, let alone her niece.
It was fully free of its sheath- long, heavy, and dark pink along the shaft, the color lightening towards the swollen tapered head until it became hot pink. The knot at the base was already half-inflated, a thick, rounded bulge that Ember’s fingers couldn’t close fully around. Clear, viscous precum poured from the tip in a steady, shiny strand that stretched and broke, dripping into the open mouth of the smoothie bottle Ember had propped on top of a kitchen stool. Every upstroke of her paw made the shaft glisten, and every downstroke forced another thick bead of precum to well up and spill. The wet sound of her fist working the length was obscene. Her balls, drawn tight and heavy, swayed with each stroke.
Ember’s head was tipped back, eyes half-lidded, mouth open in soft, shaky pants. Her hips rocked in small thrusts into her own grip. The scent rolling from her was overwhelming: sweet, musky, pure sexual need, so strong it made Sable’s nose twitch and her freshly used pussy clench hard. Well, that explains the taste…
Sable couldn’t move, she could barely breathe. Her eyes stayed locked on the thick cock just feet from her. On the way the knot flexed every time Ember’s fist reached the base. On the steady drip of precum into the bottle Sable had filled earlier that day. The same bottles she had been drinking from for days without realizing.
A hot, low pulse started between Sable’s legs again. She pressed her thighs together and felt that she was growing wet again. Disgust and arousal twisted together in such a tight dance she couldn’t separate them.
She’s your niece. She’s 16, she’s clearly in a bad Heat, and she doesn’t know you’re standing here. You should stop. You should say something.
Instead she eased one paw down her belly and began teasing her outer lips.
Ember stroked faster. The wet sound grew louder as her orgasm built. A low little growl caught in her throat as she twisted her wrist over the head, smearing the precum down the shaft. Her knot had swollen larger, now shiny and dark pink. Her thighs trembled. The bottle now had an inch of clear, sticky fluid in it.
Sable’s fingers slipped inside herself with no resistance. She bit down on her lower lip hard enough to hurt and began working her clit in circles, matching the beat of Ember’s fist without meaning to with her other hand. She kept her breathing shallow, terrified of making a sound, terrified of stopping. Every reason she had for looking away burned up under the scent and sight of that thick, juicy cock. Ember’s poor swollen knot demanded to lock inside something. For a brief flash she imagined her mouth was replacing the smoothie bottle, Ember using her throat like it was the only thing keeping her sane.
Sable’s orgasm built quickly. She clenched her jaw, curled forward slightly to let her fingers deep inside of her scrape her spot, and came with her eyes fixated on her niece’s cock as her cunt fluttered and soaked her hand.
She stayed frozen in the doorway while Ember kept stroking, lost in her need and unaware she was being watched. Sable pressed against the doorframe, fingers still buried inside herself, and kept watching.
Ember’s strokes had turned rough and urgent. The thick pink cock glistened under the fridge light, every vein standing out, the swollen knot now so fat even two hands could not wrap around it. Precum poured in a continuous, shiny rope, spattering and sliding down her shaft. Most of it was now missing the open mouth of the smoothie bottle, but Ember didn’t seem to care or notice the soft plip-plip sounds of her seed being wasted. Sable didn’t need to use her years of pornography acting to know what was coming. Her niece was on the edge of cumming, and doing a very good job of keeping herself there without tipping over.
“F-fuck~!” Ember growled, her voice husky. “A-aunt Sable…drink my cum…”
Sable’s body went rigid.
Ember’s hips jerked harder. Her head tipped back, ears flat, eyes screwed shut. The next words came out in a shaky, desperate grunt. “Luna…L-luna Voss, fuck I want you…”
The stage name hit Sable like a physical blow. Ember knew. She wasn’t just trying something she had seen in a porno, she was fantasizing about her aunt, about the old videos, about the way Luna Voss would kneel and open her mouth to let thick ropes of cum paint her tongue and drip down her throat. She wanted her aunt to swallow her own sperm the way she had for the camera years ago.
“Aunt Sable…Sable…Luna…wanna feed you, wanna watch you drink it all. Good girl, good girl~” Ember’s voice cracked. Her fist flew over the leaking head, twisting and milking it. The knot flexed and darkened. Another gush of precum spilled onto the floor.
Sable took a paw from her clit and clamped it over her mouth. The other was lazily moving between her legs, growing faster as shamelessness chased a second orgasm. She stared harder at the thick cock her niece was working to the thought of her. Every wet stroke, every little whimper of her real name and her old stage name, drove the guilt and the arousal higher.
She’s thinking about you.
She’s been thinking about you.
She’s filling your breakfast with cum and imagining you swallowing it like you used to on camera.
Sable’s knees threatened to buckle. She braced harder against the doorframe and rubbed her inner wall roughly. The scent in the kitchen was pure sex, so strong it made her woozy. Would it really be so bad… she thought, her brain addled by lust, just to let her use my throat? She’d cum so much quicker…
Ember broke that shameful thought in her head by stammering as her rhythm stuttered “Sable-Luna-fuck, take it, please, take it-”
Her whole body went rigid, the knot flared and Ember came with a choked, broken moan of her aunt’s name. Thick, heavy ropes of cum pulsed out of her, filling up the bottle before she allowed it to pool into the floor and milked every spurt, whispering broken fragments to Sable and Luna Voss. Finally, the last weak pulses dribbled over her knuckles and she finally slumped back against the counter, chest heaving, half-hard cock twitching in the cool air from the fridge.
Sable came silently one more time, forehead pressed to the doorframe, fingers buried to the knuckle as she stared at the mess her niece had made while moaning her name. When she decided she couldn’t risk it anymore, she crept back up to her room, gulped water from her sink tap, and fell into her bed.
Soon, sleep had her.