Watching the vast and endless farm fields roll by, you find it hard to believe Clare was born and raised in such a sleepy, rural town. For the past half hour you’ve had nothing to look at other than alternating barren fields, corn, and cows. And flat. Endless flat. Then some more corn.

 

Glancing back at Clare, she’s still dozing happily; even drooling a little. At least she doesn’t snore. The cabbie has been quiet too, not even listening to the radio. Perhaps a little peace isn’t so bad. Some kind of scenery would be nice, though. Sighing, you look back out of the window. Oh, more corn.

 

It was a bit unexpected when Clare had asked you if you wanted to go with her to meet her family. She’d been talking with her parents one evening, making plans to visit them at the same time as her sisters were on break. While you were sitting next to her on her bunk, working on your trucking blog, she suddenly asked if you’d like to come. You hadn’t really been paying attention to her conversation, so the question took you by surprise.

 

After a moment of hesitation, you agreed. Savannah probably wouldn’t mind you being alone with her. Too much.

 

“Yeah, he’ll be coming. I can’t wait for you to meet him!” she had exclaimed happily to whoever she was on the phone with. It’d been a while since she’d looked so radiant. Her delight had even managed to infect you a little. When she had got off the phone, you asked her what exactly was going on. You’d be going to her parent’s house for a few days, probably two or three, to visit with them and her sisters.

 

What would her family be like? You were… looking forward to it.

 

Savannah had dropped the two of you off at a bus station. From there you rode overnight to near her hometown, then hired a cab for the remaining distance.

 

Now you’re looking at some more cows. Holsteins sure are common.

 

--

 

Another twenty minutes or so later, you’re delighted to see a collection of buildings that could be considered a town.

 

You ask the driver how much further.

 

“Just a few minutes,” he says with a chuckle. “Not much to look at around here, is there?”

 

You nod your head and say yeah, you’d always been in some city or other.

 

“Sometimes the slow pace out in these areas is nice for a new couple…” he says, glancing at you, then Clare, in the rearview mirror.

 

Laughing a bit to yourself, you almost say that you’re not a couple – it’s more like a trio, but you decide to not mention that part. Yeah, you say, maybe it is. The driver smiles at you, then looks back towards the road.

 

Smirking and looking back out towards the town, you watch a few little businesses and town homes drift by. Stuck on what you were going to say to the driver, you wonder if this trio thing can last. Their jealousy towards each other over you still seemed to exist, though it was fairly mild. Despite all the emotion of that one night, despite all the confessions and words of love, things didn’t feel different. Group sex was a common occurrence now, but otherwise not much had changed.

 

Was that a bad or good thing?

 

You certainly loved both of them, but you were starting to realize the love you felt for Savannah wasn’t the same as the love for Clare. Do you want to be with Clare more, or Savannah? You still can’t answer that. Is it because you’re afraid picking one would possible damage their friendship? The more you think about it, the more you worry and fret.

 

Snapped from your thoughts as the cab rolls to a halt in front of a small house, you’re thankful for the reprieve. “We’re here kids,” the driver says. You shake Clare to wake her up, though it takes a few moments. Finally her eyes open. She looks at you with a yawn; you tell her that you’re here.

 

“Ah, here?... oh, right,” she says sleepily, stretching and pulling out her wallet.

 

Hopping out of the car while Clare pays the driver, you fish your bags from the trunk. As you close the back of the cab, Clare exits the vehicle and approaches you, taking her bag from your shoulder, then giving another wide stretch.

 

“Ah, it’s good to be home,” she says in a cheery tone. Shrugging, you say you wouldn’t really know, causing Clare to frown. “Well, this can be your home now, too. I’m sure my family will love you as much as I do.” Punctuating her words with a kiss on your cheek, she starts to walk towards the front door.

 

Following behind her, you give the house an appraising look. It’s a small two-story house with a large, detached garage. Looking at it more closely, you think the garage would have more floor space than the house, if the house didn’t have two floors. Behind the house is a massive field, and you can see a dirt path leading from what you think is the backyard into the tall, wild grasses. The front lawn isn’t particularly well cared for; looks like it’s mowed and that’s about it. Well, the natural look appeals to you a bit more than the overly manicured plots you’d find city in the suburbs.

 

Approaching the door, Clare begins to look around in the bushes to the side of the walkway. Wondering what she’s doing, she then reaches down into a shrub and pulls out a small metal container. Inside is a key. How… quaint.

 

“Some things never change,” Clare says with a laugh and a smile. “Though I guess if they did we’d be sitting out here until tomorrow.”

 

Huh? You ask what she means. “Well,” she begins, throwing you a lewd grin, “My folks have gone to pick up my sisters. They won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. I decided to have us come a bit early so we’d have a day alone together.”

 

Smiling in response, you tell her that sounds good. She gives you a wink while looking at you sideways, her tail twitching about. Then she clicks the lock and opens the door, motioning for you to come in.

 

Inside you’re surprised by the décor. In a way you had expected a lot of homey wooden furniture and the like. Instead everything appears to be very modern. The kitchen is just off the entry to the house and filled with stainless appliances and granite countertops. To the other side you can see what appears to be the living room, complete with a rather large flat-screen TV hanging on the wall.

 

Removing your shoes, Clare motions for you to follow her. Walking further in, you get a better glimpse of the living room and see it’s filled with modern lighting and plush leather couches. Though the hallway is hardwood flooring, the living room has a cream-colored carpet.

 

Didn’t Clare at one point say her parents had difficulty providing for her?

 

Approaching the stairs, you pass by a room that appears to be a bedroom of some sort. There’s a pair of twin-sized beds in it, along with two small dressers. “That’ll be my sisters’ room,” Clare says. “Fortunately we get a room to ourselves~ Age has its privilege, I suppose~”

 

That’s a relief. When you saw the small house you were afraid you would all be cramped into one room. Still, do parents normally keep bedrooms open for their kids?

 

Upstairs you pass by a large bedroom that you assume to be her parent’s. Then a luxurious bathroom that even has a Jacuzzi-style bathtub and separate shower stall. This is quite a nice little house. You had always imagined a well-furnished house had to be large, for some reason. Makes you wonder what’s in the garage.

 

“And here’s our room,” Clare announces, clicking open a door. A single large bed is in the center of the carpeted room, with a few bits and pieces of furniture about. Clare sets her bag down on a dresser, so you do the same. You also now spot a mirror on the ceiling. And one that’s against the wall, facing the foot of the bed. Since the bed is relatively large compared to the room, the mirror on the wall is fairly close to it.

 

You have little wonder about their purpose, but you are rather surprised that her parents would keep them around. Looking down at the bed spread, you then wonder if they’ve ever… made use of them. The thought causes you to recoil slightly.

 

Watching your gaze around the room, Clare approaches you from behind. Throwing her paws around your neck, she brings her lips to your ear. “Just think of all the things you could see with those,” she whispers. “Like if I rode you reverse-cowgirl, you could still see yourself thrusting in and out of me.” Clare pauses to blow gently against the back of your ear, grinding her breasts into your back. “…and you could see my hard cock swinging up and down with every thrust…” she trails off quietly, switching from her lusty whisper to licking your ear with her rough tongue.

 

Giggling softly, she suddenly releases you, taking a few steps back. You whip around to see what she’s up to.

 

“But, that’ll have to wait until later.” How like a cat to toy with her prey.

 

“For now… I’m kind of hungry. How about you?” Sighing, you agree and say you could eat as well. “All right. I’m sure there’s something we could make downstairs. Let’s check it out.”

 

Leaning against one of the counters as Clare rummages through the cabinets, you wonder if the rest of her family is as lurid as she is. If her sisters looked as good as Clare… then add in being at that college age… you may not survive this ordeal.

 

After she’s gone through a few cabinets, you see things beginning to accumulate on the counter top. A box of pasta, a jar of some kind of white sauce, spices, a pot, strainer… and now after she’s gone to the refrigerator, a bag of chicken breasts. She looks up at you.

 

“Nothing too fancy, but this is fine with you, right?” You say sure, you’re not too picky. Besides, this will be the first time you’ve had something she’s cooked. “Is it really?,” she says, cocking her head to the side, placing a furry digit against her chin. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Living out of a truck will do that, I suppose,” she says, pausing to tilt her head back and forth. Then her eyes narrow and a sly grin appears, though she doesn’t say anything.

 

Donning an apron, she darts about the kitchen, preparing the simple dish. You ask if you can help with anything. “No thanks~ I’ll take care of it all. In fact, why don’t you go check out place some more? Make yourself at home~” Well, you say, if she needs anything just yell. “Sure thing~”

 

With that you take leave of the kitchen, moving over to the living room. You’re hesitant about just… doing things in someone else’s house, but there’s no worry of anyone but Clare being here tonight. Looking about the room, you search for a way to turn the sizeable television on. There’s a large couch centered in front of the television with a coffee table in front of it and two end tables on each side. Then there’s one large, overstuffed leather chair near the wall, also facing the television. Looks like it has an ottoman as well.

 

Exploring around and glancing through the drawers on the tables, you find a remote. Hitting the power button, you’re a little confused when nothing happens. Oh, wait, something below the television turned on. Appears to be a receiver or something. Looking around, you discover there are mesh screens at various places in the walls and ceiling. Well, in this situation, the best thing to do is press buttons at random until it works.

 

Unfortunately it was not the best thing to do, as you now have the television on, but you’ve also now got a movie playing. But there’s no sound. And there are foreign language subtitles. After some more fiddling you manage to get things in order, but you’re not particularly interested in watching this movie. Not like you’d be able to watch much of it anyways. Flicking through the sources, you come across a frozen still of some woman’s ass. Huh.

 

Hitting the play button, the frozen still comes to life. Instantly the sound of orgasmic moans begins to play, and the camera starts to zoom out from the ass that’s shaking up and down. There’s a tail… and another… and that’s a lot of tails. Must be a kitsune. That’s riding a guy cowgirl style. As the scene continues and the camera pans, you notice she looks awfully young. She’s also kind of tiny compared to the guy.

 

This is something her parents were watching? You begin to wonder if maybe Clare is the tame one. The scene on the screen changes; the tiny kitsune is no longer riding cowgirl, instead she’s getting it up the ass while her face is pressed down into the couch they’re on. Your eyes drift to the couch in the room. Maybe the chair is safe.

 

After watching for a while, feeling slightly guilty all the while, you hear Clare’s voice.

 

“Dinner is ready~”

 

Shifting your pants to try and hide your erection, you fiddle with the remote to try and reset the porn flick to back when it was focused on the kitsune’s ass. Missioned accomplished, you head into the kitchen.

 

The first thing you notice is Clare’s bare ass. Then her back and legs, and the slight protrusion of her large breasts that you can make out from behind. She still has the apron on though. And when exactly did she do this? Hearing you come in, she turns her head to you, feigning surprise.

 

“Oh, my love! You startled me~”

 

You blink in response.

 

“Dinner is ready… but would you rather have me instead?” she says coyly, fluttering her eyelashes.

 

Maybe after dinner, you say.

 

Rolling her eyes and grinning, she turns completely towards you. Her apron is tented over her crotch. “I know I said to make yourself at home, but going straight for porn is a bit forward, don’t you think? I could hear everything, by the way.” She wiggles her hips to emphasize her problem, causing the tent to shake back and forth.

 

You take a deep breath, eyes moving from Clare to the plates she was obscuring. Dinner looks good, you say. Clare narrows her eyes at you.

 

“Ah, you’ve become immune to my wiles, whatever shall I do?” she says, shaking her head and putting her paws on her hips. You shrug; how about she eats dinner with you?

 

“I suppose I could do that… but first, let me put my clothes back on,” she says with a laugh.

 

Despite how trying she can be at times, you do adore all the little things she does. Makes you wonder how someone who acts so childish can be several years your senior.

 

Clare’s cooking is kind of… bland. Though you can’t tell if it’s due to the simple dish or her inability. It’s not bad, but you were secretly hoping for something better from the first meal she cooked for you. Perhaps she’ll cook some more while you’re here. It’d be a good opportunity to see what she’s capable of. Then, for some reason, you think of Savannah, and wonder how well can cook. You’d like to try something of hers at some point.

 

Changing into her clothes that she had heaped and hidden in a cabinet, she then brings the plates to the table and sets them down.

 

“Well, let’s eat,” she says, smiling and sitting down. Sitting opposite of her, the two of you begin to eat. There are few words spoken during the meal, though Clare keeps looking at you and smiling. You kind of want to say something, but simply eating a home-made meal alone with Clare, in peace, has its own appeal. A sort of atmosphere where words aren’t really needed. Not quite happy, but more like a feeling of being content.

 

“That wasn’t too bad,” Clare says, letting her fork clatter onto the now empty plate. As you’re done as well, she stands up, scooping up both plates. You offer to wash the dishes, but she just laughs and tosses them into the dishwasher. “No need, but thanks anyways.” She also had already cleaned up the various pots and such before you ate, so you feel a little bit useless.

 

“So what now,” she says, looking at you. You can think of a few things, but it’s still a bit early for that. So instead you shrug, asking her if there’s something she’d like to do here.

 

There’s that grin again. “Well, I have a feeling we’re thinking the same thing, so…” she trails off, walking around you as she thinks. Then she looks outside through a window, then at the time. “I have something I’d like to do, if you’ll indulge me.” Sure – anything is fine with you, you say. Her lewd grin morphs into more of an honest smile.

 

“Wait here a second,” she says, then bounds upstairs. A few moments later she returns with two thick blankets. Raising an eyebrow, you ask her what she’s planning on. “It’s a secret~” she giggles, brushing against you as she walks past, heading towards the front door. “C’mon, follow me.”

 

Following her outside, she follows a concrete path towards the garage, holding both blankets in front of her. The sun is just beginning to set; the wind blowing cool. You imagine that’s what the blankets are for. Though fucking outside in a field has a certain animalistic appeal to it, you’d rather not in the dark of a cool night in grass. Who knows what critters may be lurking, ready to strike.

 

Clare pauses at the door to the garage, looking expectantly at you. Once you catch up, she offloads the blankets to you, then produces another key that was in a thin container under a rock. Opening the door and placing the key back in its hiding spot, she reclaims the blankets from you with a smile. Inside the garage are two classic cars, a pair of motocross bikes, and a two-seater ATV. She heads straight for the ATV, placing the blankets in the back.

 

“Big garage huh?” she says, watching you look everything over. It’s typical garage stuff; lawn equipment, shovels, cords and cables, a tool bench.

 

“Dad’s always been the do-it-yourself type, for better or worse,” Clare sighs as she talks, crossing her paws in front of her chest. “His projects sometimes didn’t work out quite as he hoped, but at least he started learning eventually.” Yeah, you mention, but at least it kind of showed he cared, right? Your father was never really the ‘hands on’ type. Whenever something would break or need repair he’d just have someone else do it.

 

“Hmm, I guess, in a way. When I got older he did make me help him all the time. Oh how I hated it back then, but thinking about it, maybe you’re right,” she says, chuckling to herself. “Anyways, let’s get a move on.”

 

Clare hops into the ATV, starting it up. Sliding into the passenger seat, she opens one of the garage doors and heads out. You ask where the two of you are going, but she just smiles at you. “Like I said, it’s a secret. Don’t worry, it won’t take long to get there.” Zipping between the house and garage, she follows a path through the backyard and into the tall grasses.

 

You kind of wish she’d slow down over the rough terrain; you have to cling onto the seat with your hands to avoid being tossed out. Clare seems to be enjoying herself though, so you decide to just deal with it. Clearing a hill and getting a bit of air, she lets out a holler when the ATV hits the ground. You can’t help but laugh; you wonder if she picked that up from Savannah at some point.

 

Your laughter suddenly causes Clare to become self-conscious of her outburst. She looks at you, blushing slightly. “Sometimes I get carried away, okay?” Sometimes? Try all the time, you say, drawing a scowl from the cat that quickly changes into her trademark smug grin. “So you’re saying you’d prefer I be less… passionate?” You’re not sure how she reached that conclusion, but it is Clare. Leave it to her lewd mind to make everything about sex. But, there’s no real way to win this battle. No, you say, you love her just the way she is.

 

“Nya haha, how sweet of you~,” she says, her tail swishing happily.

 

Soon she slows down, stopping at the foot of a hill, atop which is a large willow tree. By now the sun has begun to sink partway down the sky, changing from yellow to a crimson red. Clare collects the blankets from the back – you’re not sure how they managed to stay in, and starts up the hill. Walking beside her, you decide to wrest both the blankets from her arms, carrying them for her. She gives a little smirk, then folds her arms behind her.

 

At the top of the hill, Clare looks around briefly, then snatches one of the blankets from you and approaches the tree. Unfurling it partially and setting it on the ground, she sits down on it, motioning for you to join. Sitting next to her, you realize she’s facing the sun. Scooching over so she’s pressed tightly against you, you take it as a signal to wrap the other blanket around the two of you. She glances at you, smiling, then leans her head against your shoulder. You wrap an arm around her shoulder, causing her to sigh slightly.

 

So she just wanted to watch a sunset from here?

 

A cool breeze rustles the grasses and hanging willow branches every now and then. Crickets chirp somewhere nearby. Clare’s ear twitches every now and then, tickling your cheek. Otherwise all is still, save for the red sun as it descends closer to the horizon, then begins to disappear behind it. She remains quiet the entire time, save for a sigh here and there as she leans against you. Occasionally you steal a glance at her face, but she’s always focused on the sunset, looking deep in thought. You never thought her to be the sort that’d enjoy this sort of thing.

 

Once the sun as completed its trek, vanishing from sight, Clare begins to stir.

 

“Thank you,” she says, still focused on where the sun once was. For what, you ask.

 

“For doing this – for being here with me.” Well, you say, it was a fantastic sunset. Trying to think of something a little more clever to say, you mention how the warm, dusky tones reflecting off the clouds matched the color of her skin, hair, and eyes. It sounded better in your head, at least.

 

Clare is trembling, though not from being overwhelmed with emotion from your poignant comparison. Finally she’s no longer able to contain herself, letting out her cat-like laughter.

 

“Nyaa hahaha, I’m so sorry, but that was… romantic lines aren’t your speciality,” she says, calming herself after another few rounds of laughter. You sigh, pursing your lips and scratching your forehead.

 

“Anyways, yes, thank you – very much. This is probably going to sound stupid to you, but I’ve always wanted to watch the sunset here, with the one I love, ever since I was a little girl…” she says, her voice growing quiet.

 

After a brief pause, she continues again. “Until now I never had someone to share this with… so, thank you…” pausing again, her words begin to stick in her throat, “…even someone like me can be loved,” she whispers out.

 

Looking down at her, she appears to be on the verge of tears. Such an emotional girl at times. Using your arm to roll her into your chest, you give her a tight squeeze. Who wouldn’t love such a cute, thoughtful, and passionate woman like her, you say, they’d have to be crazy not to. A happy little smile adorning her face, she leans in, giving you a kiss, then squeezes you with her paws.

 

Standing after a lengthy, warm embrace, Clare looks down at you, her eyes sparkling in the twilight. “Well let’s get back to the house, huh? I know from experience we’ll get swarmed by bugs soon,” she says, reaching down to give you a paw. Accepting her aid, the two of you fold up the blankets and head back to the ATV.

 

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Back in the house, you notice Clare seems to have an extra spring in her step. It makes you happy to have been able to help her realize a girlish dream. You wonder what other hopes and dreams she’s hiding. Makes you briefly consider if she wants to be a mother.

 

She wanders into the living room, dropping one of the blankets onto the chair. Sitting on the couch, she peers at you, wordlessly suggesting you sit down as well. You remember your previous thoughts regarding the couch, but there’s nothing you can do about it now. Slumping down next to her, Clare smiles and begins fiddling with the remote. Perhaps she’s luckier, or just more practiced, but she hits on what she wants almost immediately. A hockey game. Well, you know you’re going to be here a while; may as well get comfortable.

 

Lay down on the couch behind her, Clare takes up the hint and spoons up against you, covering the two of you with the blanket. Draping an arm around her, she takes hold of it with her paws, turning to smile at you for a moment before focusing on the game. Like always, she makes comments and tells you what’s going on, and, like always, you follow along with her. At first you simply feigned interest to make her happy, but lately you’ve found yourself becoming engaged.

 

During the intermissions the two of you get up for drinks and other things, but she always seems to be in a hurry to cuddle up against you. Not that you’re complaining, but you’d have thought that by now she’d have moved on from her ‘cuddling phase.’ Rather, it seems have become more pronounced.

 

The game over, Clare stretches and stands up. “You’re so nice to indulge me all the time,” she says, stretching in ways you’re sure are intended to be provocative.

 

Then, reaching for your hand with her paw and a wink, “So how about we both have some fun?”

 

Ah, you say, it’s always fun when you’re with her. Clare blushes a little, fumbling with your hand. “Well, this will be extra fun, then,” she says, tugging on your arm as she looks towards the stairs, then back at you in a flirtatious glance.

 

Entering her room, she immediately begins to strip off her clothing, tossing it on the floor in a trail leading to the bed. Not wanting to disappoint, you mirror her actions, adding your garments to hers. Once you reach the bed, she takes your hand with her paw. Then, easing onto the bed, she drags you down on top of her.

 

Wasting no time, you begin to kiss her passionately, starting at her breast, working your way up her chest and neck to her lips. Slipping your tongue into her mouth, searching out hers, you begin to run your hands up and down her body and thighs. Circling across her breasts, running down her flanks and along the inside of her legs, you’re tempted to penetrate her now, but you pause, thinking of doing something special for her.

 

She moans and gasps softly despite your intrusion into her mouth at the caress of your fingers along her supple skin. Breaking your kiss with her, she looks slightly disappointed, then curious. You shift off of her slightly, giving her your own sly grin. Reaching to touch her bottom lip, you let your fingers trail down her chin slowly, then her neck and chest; between her breasts and across her soft tummy, dancing towards her groin, stroking and tickling as you go.

 

Finally your fingers arrive at their destination, encircling and teasing her rapidly firming erection. She gasps a little at your touch, her eyes fixated on your hand. Stealing her focus away with another kiss, you break it quickly, then run your tongue down the side of her neck. She stiffens slightly as you continue to tease and stroke her shaft and glans, occasionally slipping down to massage her silken testicles. The bumpy nubs around the base of her shaft are particularly sensitive, so you pay them extra attention.

 

“Mmmm you know just what to do,” Clare moans out, her eyes closed and brows furrowed in bliss. Her cock fully erect in your hand, you feel a warm, sticky fluid cling to your fingers when you pass them over the tip of her glans.

 

Circling and teasing each of her breasts and nipples with your tongue and other hand, you reach down past her shaft, rolling her balls in your palm. By now you’ve devised a technique to massage and palm them with your thumb and last two fingers while you insert your pointer and middle finger into her cunt. Curling your fingers against her inner walls, you begin rocking your hand back and forth, tugging and stretching her smooth, plush sack while her snatch’s secretions trail down your fingers and the back of your hand.

 

She keeps attempting to reach down with her paws to stroke her cock, but you bat away her arms, refusing to let her pleasure herself. “P-please…” she mewls softly.

 

She must already be desperate for release. Pausing from trailing your tongue across her body, you tell her that good things come to those who wait.

 

“J-just hurry… please,” she stammers between gasps, her eyes full of anticipation. You smile wordlessly, resuming your teasing of her plump breast, toying with her pert nipples for a time, thoroughly coating them in your saliva.

 

Trailing down further, reaching her smooth, soft tummy you focus around her navel for a moment, then continue further towards her crotch. Spreading her legs with your free hand, you begin to kiss, lick, and suck down her inner thigh, alternating between her cock and cunt with your other hand. Every little movement seems to cause her to giggle, moan, or gasp in pleasure, and by now she’s working to restrain herself so that she can feel your touch alone.

 

“Ahn, you’re so go-” she says before being caught by a soft moan when you finally reach her most sensitive areas with both of your hands.

 

Working her pussy with one hand and stroking her cock with the other, her back arches ever so slightly in time with your touch on her. You’re still a bit ambivalent about what you’re about to do. While it is Clare, and you’ve given oral on her snatch, this is still… a dick. But, it’s Clare. She’d do anything for you. She’d certainly appreciate the gesture, even if it wasn’t the best performance.

 

Bringing your face closer to her throbbing, aching erection, she suddenly looks down at you. She must’ve felt your breath.

 

“Y-you don’t have to do that,” she says, a tinge of desire betraying her words. With the hand that was stroking her shaft, you press a finger to her lips to silence her. Her eyes look at your finger, then her cock, and finally you. She wants it, even if she says no; a thoughtful woman to the end.

 

Running your tongue across her pre-cum soaked shaft, the slightest flick sends her head against the bed as she lets out a cute gasp. It’s salty and somewhat bitter, but bearable. Running up to her glans, then wrapping your tongue around it, you attempt to mimic what you’ve had done to you. Strangely your own cock throbs slightly. Perhaps it’s because you know how good oral can feel when it’s done on you, so you’re aware of how good Clare must be feeling.

 

Breaking the last of your reluctance, you take her into your mouth, closing your lips around her rigid shaft. Her snatch clamps around your fingers; her cock trembles in excitement while she lets out another panting moan. Looking up with your eyes towards her face, you see she’s staring back down at you between her breasts, pure joy covering her countenance.

 

Working your tongue around her glans and shaft, you take her deeper into your mouth until you can lick and tickle her sensitive nubs. Her back arches up higher now, her hips bucking slightly. Massaging her cunt and balls with both your hands, sucking on her cock with your mouth, Clare is quickly losing herself. It’s only been seconds and you can already feel her cock begin to pulse with her rising climax.

 

Staying focused, you relentlessly assault her nubs with your tongue, sucking lightly to stimulate the rest of her cock. Then you can feel a quickly rising bulge at the base of her cock that rises along its length.

 

Letting out one last, loud cry, Clare’s hips buck up harshly in time with her orgasm, releasing jets of thick, feral catspunk into your mouth. With every spurt her cock jumps and her hips shudder. It tastes little different than her pre, but it’s much, much thicker and there’s so much of it. Despite your best efforts, you’re not able to swallow all she can produce. Letting her slip from your mouth, you stroke her quickly and firmly in time with every thick rope that she looses into the air, splattering a mess across her stomach.

 

Finally spent, Clare lays mostly still, breathing heavily. After a moment she turns to you,smiling. “Haa… and here we were supposed to have fun together. Instead I got all the fun… what made you want to do that?” You shrug, but you decide to get a little revenge on her. Rather than replying, you move in quickly and kiss her deeply, forcing a large quantity of her own semen into her mouth. Surprised at first, she giggles and willingly accepts her own seed.

 

Breaking the kiss, she pushes you aside gently, looking at your hard cock. “I think I should repay the favor,” she says, grinning at you. “Get all the way up here, then…” she tails off, pointing towards the mirrors. Sounds good, you say. Orienting yourself so that your feet face the mirror on the wall and you’re on your back, Clare quickly scrambles over you. Then, turning around so her back is facing you, she lowers her pelvis on your cock.

 

The heat and tightness of her cunt will never get old, you think to yourself. Settling down on top of you, Clare’s wiggling causes her intricate folds and ridges to massage and caress your entire length, glans to base. She’s so tight your cock can barely rotate inside of her, instead twisting her insides about as they grip onto you.

 

Leaning back on her arms so that her back hovers close above yours, she shifts to the side slightly. “Take a look,” she says, looking from you to the mirror with her eyes. Following her gaze, you can see yourself and her reflected back. Her cunt is spread and strained, her labia bunched up around your cock. Her testicles get in the way of the image a bit, but from how far she’s leaning back you can see almost everything.

 

Then she begins rocking her hips up and down. Even when she’s rode you cowgirl, you’ve never been able to quite see everything like this. Her tight, girlish cunt pulls out slightly as she raises, then they tuck in as she lowers herself. Clare’s own cock is beginning to harden again as she rides you, swaying in time with her movements. She was rather correct about what you’d be able to see.

 

Entering a fast, short rhythm, you can feel her ridges work the same areas, and one in particular seems in the perfect place to toy with your glans, slipping under its edge to touch and squeeze just underneath, then pulling back over and squeezing your cockhead all the way to its tip. With your earlier arousal of blowing Clare, your excitement is already coming to its boiling point. Clare hasn’t even been riding you a minute, and already you’re going to cum like a virgin.

 

Then Clare looks over at her shoulder at you, a sweet smile and lips that part slightly with every little gasp and moan. “I love you so much, you know,” she whispers. “So go ahead, just let it go and give me your everything.”

 

You wonder how she can tell. No matter. Grabbing her hips, you hoist her bottom up until you’re almost free, then slam her ass down against you for that last bit of stimulation. Grunting into her back as she’s pulled tight against you, your own mirth springs forth, exploding out into her eager snatch. No longer able to see your penetration of her, instead you imagine what it must look like as her womb fills with your seed. How every thick streamer bubbles up into her tight, hot, womanhood.

 

Clare coos and moans, reaching to massage your balls with her soft paws. “Mmmhmhm, yes, give me everything~”

 

Spent into her snatch, you let yourself relax, holding Clare across her chest as she lays upon you. “You’re such a good lover, you know,” she says, smiling and closing her eyes. “I love how I don’t have to worry about anything around you.”

 

She’s not bad either, you say, poking her nose with a finger. You love her too, and are more than happy to let her know that. She sighs happily, then rolls off of you so that she’s by your side. You take it as a sign that she wants to sleep, and embrace her. Smiling, she closes her eyes and relaxes.

 

--

 

The following morning the two of you change out the messy sheets, have a shower together, and generally laze about until early afternoon.

 

Cuddling together on the couch watching TV, you hear the door open followed by a burst of voices. Clare shoots to her feet, beaming. “Oh good they’re here,” she says. Heart racing, you stand up and follow her out into the hall.

 

“Clare! So good to see you,” an older cheshire cat says. Must be her mother. Clare dashes to her mother, the two of them giving each other a big fluffy hug. Passion must run in the family, you think. Then you notice her father looking at you. He’s… big. You can see his muscled physique through his flannel shirt, and he towers over the assembly of cheshire cats. He’s also sporting a fairly impressive beard.You gulp. His gaze is hard, like he’s trying to see into your thoughts. Just when you think he couldn’t scowl any harder, he suddenly smiles at you. Huh.

 

Just behind him you can see two sets of pointed ears. Must be Clare’s sisters.They appear to be the same height. It couldn’t be, could it?

 

It could.

 

They appear in front of the imposing father. Twins. They smile when they see Clare, then look at you at the same time. Their smile shifts into something you know well from your time with Clare. Though you can’t see much, they appear to be much more lithe than their older sister, and just slightly taller than Clare and her mother. Their hair and fur is much lighter as well, almost pink.

 

Clare breaks from the hug with her mother, letting you get a look at her. She’s slimmer than her daughter, and about the same height. Though her hair is a deeper royal purple to Clare’s violet coloring. She looks visibly older, but still has that youthful sparkle in her eyes. It makes you imagine that should you be with Clare another 20 years, she’ll still be very attractive.

 

Pulling back towards you, Clare motions at you, giving your name to her family. You smile as easily as you can, hoping to appear confident.. She then introduces them.

 

“That’s my mother, Sara, my sisters Jennifer and Michelle, and my father Paul,” she says as she motions to each person in turn. They say their hellos, smiling at you. Paul. She can’t be serious, can she?

 

You walk up to her mother first, intending to shake her hand or something. Instead she pulls you into a strong hug that takes you by surprise. “So you’re the boy my daughter has taken a liking to? I’m surprised someone as young as you wanted an old cat like her,” she says, sighing and resting a cheek on a paw.

 

“Mother!” Clare shouts, “I’m not that old!”

 

Sara laughs, “You are almost 30 my dear, and he’s…” she says, giving you an appraising look, “Young 20s?” You nod, causing her to smile again.

 

“Well she may be a bit old and flabby, but take care of her, okay?” With a nervous laugh, you say that yeah, you will. She makes it sound like you two are engaged.

 

Glancing at Clare, she’s slumping and looking exasperated. Makes you think her mother has probably given her grief about her romances for a while, though she’s got to know about Clare’s… differences. Still looking at you with a curious little face, Sara draws near you as if reading your mind.

 

“So you really don’t mind about her… you know…” she whispers, flicking her head a bit in Clare’s direction. Ha ha, of course not, you say, it was a bit… surprising, but by then you’d already bonded with her.

 

“Is that so…” Sara gives you another hug, then pats you on the shoulder. “Well it’s good to meet you, my boy.”

 

Once she’s done, her sisters saunter over and introduce themselves. They’re both attractive as well. Guess the mother did a good job there… though unlike Clare, they appear to have inherited some of the strong facial features of Paul, making them a little more handsome. And, like Sara, they both hug you, though at the same time.

 

“So you’re the cutie who’s taken with our big sister huh?” one of them says. Is she Jennifer or Michelle? You already forgot. The other one licks your cheek. That’s kind of forward. “Maybe you’ll treat us as nicely as Clare?” That’s really forward. Speaking of Clare, she seems to have overheard and stomps over, pushing her sisters off of you.

 

“Please don’t mind them…” she says, raising her eyebrows as she speaks to you. Yeah, sure, you say. You’re used it from her antics already. She smiles at you before turning against to her sisters to admonish them.

 

Surprisingly Paul hasn’t said a word yet, despite his wife and daughters practically throwing themselves on you. You walk over to him, sticking out your hand. He smiles easily and accepts it, pumping your arm up and down a few times. You introduce yourself again, saying it’s a pleasure to meet him.

 

“Nice to meet a young man with some manners,” he says, his voice a deep rumble. “Don’t mind the girls too much, that’s just how they are.” You laugh a little, saying it must be hard.

 

He slaps you on the back, letting a rolling laughter spill from his gut. “Ain’t it though? You learn to live with it after a while. Just remember that when you have to deal with Clare’s kids.”

 

Kids huh? That’s still way too early. And why is he talking about that already? You’ve never seen a family so casual about the topic of sex before. Though you guess you’ve never really been around a family like this before. Laughing and patting you on the back a few more times, he walks past you, parting his daughters and heading into the kitchen, talking about how hungry he is. Sara follows after him, leaving Clare and her sisters with you in the hallway.

 

So uh, you say, looking at the two of them. How can you tell them apart?

 

“I’m Jennifer,” the one says, “and I’m Michelle,” the other says. Looking at them both, you can’t tell a difference. How does that help? Clare sighs, then points at their ears.

 

“Jennifer has a black right ear, and Michelle has a black left ear,” she says. Oh, you missed that, you say. Wait, if they’re identical why do they have different colorings?

 

“Dye,” Jennifer says. “Yeah, mom and dad couldn’t tell either so they decided to dye our ears. Wound up sticking,” Michelle finishes. They both smile at you.

 

This is gonna be rough, you think.

 

The sisters leave towards the kitchen as well, smirking at you as they walk past. Then it’s just you and Clare in the hallway.

 

“So, what did you think?”

 

Well they’re certainly… friendly, you say. She smirks, letting a single laugh escape.

 

“Mom and dad aren’t anything you have to worry about, but don’t let my sisters get the better of you,” Clare says, pressing against you slightly, then giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Just remember you have me.”

 

You’ll do your best to avoid their wiles, you say. Smiling, Clare heads off to follow her family. Odd she won’t let her sisters join in any fun, but she’s fine with Savannah, you think. Perhaps sisters are too strange even for her. Following after her, you join them in the crowded kitchen.

 

--

 

After lunch, all of you drifted into the living room. Though Paul had to bring in a chair from the kitchen for himself. You, Clare, and her sisters packed onto the couch, her mother on the stuffed chair, and Paul set himself up to the side. They asked all sorts of questions, far more than you would have expected. Either they were rather interested in you, curious, or simply nosy.

 

When you told them how you, Savannah, and Clare had met, they all seemed very surprised, concerned even, that your parents had kicked you out like that. You shrugged, saying that you had called them and they returned it after a few days, apologizing. They offered to take you back in, but you argued against it, saying you were enjoying yourself now. It was time for you to leave anyways.

 

Sara and Paul weren’t having any of it, though. “It’s not right to tell your child they’re not yours anymore, then try to apologize for it later. How selfish,” Sara says, shaking her head. “What kind of parent could do that?”

 

“To disown your kid because they didn’t live up to your expectations? What a load of shit,” Paul says in a grunt. “Not like you ran off and started killin’ people.” Stroking his beard, he sighs.

 

Smiling inwardly, you feel a little comforted by their words.

 

The topics then drift around towards other events and things that happened, though you didn’t tell them about Clare’s little… incident at the drive-in. She gave you a little squeeze with her paw when you skipped over that point in the timeline. While her parents seem more interested in how you two came to care for each other, her sisters needle you constantly about the sex. Even her parents are becoming interested in your exact relationship.

 

A bit too open of a family here, you think.

 

Then the unavoidable question finally arrives.

 

“So…,” Sara begins, a little more easily than you would have thought possible for a delicate subject, “When did you find out Clare had… both?”

 

Turning red, you glance from Sara to Paul, expecting him to show something. Instead he’s curious as well. What is wrong with this family? No wonder Clare is so… outgoing. Turning to Clare, pleading with your eyes, she starts the explanation.

 

“Well one night when I was feeling… down after something that happened earlier, he came to visit me. I thought he was just doing it to make me feel better… but…” she says, turning to you. You take that as your turn to add on. Saying how you were concerned for her since she hadn’t been quite herself, you really did want to cheer her up. You were also kind of surprised she never… tried anything with you given how forceful she was otherwise.

 

“She was naked all the time, wasn’t she?” Jennifer speaks up, laughing. You expect Clare to blush, but instead she just sighs. You say that yes, she was often without clothes.

 

“Haha! That’s so like Clare,” Paul bursts out. “Even when she was a little scamp she’d run around here naked as the day she was born. Some habits die hard, huh?” Seeing a father so open about his daughter is… disconcerting. Sara is just laughing to herself. The twins seem to be giving you a knowing smile.

 

“Anyways,” Clare interjects, “Yes I was naked, and I had started to like him, and I figured I may as well give it a go. Later that night I made myself known to him, and asked what he thought…” she trails off, looking down then glancing at you.

 

“So? What then?” Sara asked in a rush. “Out with it, boy!”

 

You cough, then say quickly and quietly that after she guided your hand around her and let you in on her secret, you just kissed her.

 

“Oh ho!” Sara shouts, smiling radiantly. “And they say romance is dead!”

 

This is so awkward.

 

“Really, it didn’t gross you out or anything?” Michelle asked.

 

You shake your head. Yes it was… strange, and odd, but it was still Clare. You didn’t mind that much.

 

You have no idea what to do with yourself. You keep looking around at… something, anything, rubbing your hands together, shaking your legs, crossing and uncrossing them, shifting in your seat. You just want to get away from these people and their endless questions.

 

Thankfully they finally pick up on how uncomfortable you are and veer away from sexual topics. You kind of want to turn the tables on them as a revenge, but you worry you might upset them. Or even worse, that they wouldn’t give a shit and tell you every lurid detail. Thinking of Paul and Sara going at it makes you cringe a little. Then you remember the couch and porn. Oh how you wished you could forget.

 

The conversation wanders on, eventually reaching the point where Clare confessed to you, and how you accepted her love. They all thought it was charming, but were understandably a bit concerned about how Savannah was involved in all of this. At least, Sara and Paul were. Michelle and Jennifer took it as an indication that you were into ‘open relationships.’ You’d need to be on your guard tonight.

 

“You think you can handle both their hearts?” Paul asks, his tone level and serious. “I know Savannah just as well as my own daughters. She’s not one to say it, but…” he takes a deep breath in, looking at Clare, as if asking for permission to continue.

 

“I think he knows a little,” Clare says, giving her tacit approval.

 

“Savannah is the biggest softy I know, but she won’t show it. I’m surprised she cried like that, if what you said is true. Must’ve been a breaking point for her,” Paul continues.

 

You agree, saying she’d always seemed like a calm, collected sort. Not indifferent, but just in control of herself. You’ve kind of wondered how she really feels about you being here.

 

“She’s probably not happy, but she won’t tell you. Just give her some extra affection when you return, all right? Hell I love her just like one of my own.”

 

Now Paul is telling you to bang someone other than his daughter - someone he treats as his daughter. Are there cameras somewhere?

 

“Yes, that girl is so sweet! Have you had her cook for you yet? She’s absolutely brilliant in a kitchen,” Sara chimes in.

 

No, you say. You’ve always been on the road or at a hotel or something. This is actually the first time in a long while you’ve been at a normal house. Sara looks a little downcast. “Well make sure you try it as soon as you can,” she finishes. You nod.

 

Then the conversation meanders towards the present. Finished with yourself, you ask them about themselves. You can’t recall any families dumping their entire lives in a single night. Perhaps they’re just that interested in you. It’s still rather awkward and a tiny bit creepy.

 

They talk about themselves at length in turns. You learn that Sara had raped Paul several times when they were teenagers, and then Paul turned the tables on her one day and raped Sara instead. Love blossomed shortly thereafter. You can’t believe what you’re hearing.

 

Clare was the first fruit borne of that union, and they talked a little about how they weren’t sure what to do with her. Doctors recommended surgery, but they insisted against it, saying how Clare deserved to be who she was born as. Later on they asked Clare if she wanted to stay the way she was, once she understood the implications.

 

“And… I agreed, though sometimes it was really, really difficult,” Clare adds to their conversation.

 

Based on her emotional confessions, and that you were the first love of her life, you wonder how she had the strength to avoid surgery for so long. Perhaps it really was the support of her family. Or maybe insistence? You’re not really sure.

 

Then they got to her sisters and all the ruckus they caused. It was also close to this point that Savannah came into their life. She had moved in not long after the twins were born, and she had her own daughter with her. They youngsters often played together, and since Savannah was a stay-at-home mom, she often took care of Clare, Jennifer, and Michelle while Sara and Paul were at work.

 

Now that you think about it, they’ve never really mentioned what they did for jobs. Given how many other details they’re willingly revealing, it makes you wonder if it’s something they’re ashamed of. Or maybe they just think it’s not interesting enough to mention. Playing it safe, you decide to avoid asking about it.

 

They talk about Andrea a little, a topic most interesting to you since Savannah won’t talk to you about her much. Apparently she was a bit on the sadistic side, and one hell of a tom boy as she got older. She was also rather smart, managing to ace her way through school even though she often skipped and never studied. Andrea and Savannah often fought - probably because they were so much alike even though they never admitted it, according to Paul and Sara. Finally they had a huge shouting and yelling match, so loud they could hear them from next door.

 

Impressive, you think, since the houses are quite a distance apart here.

 

Then she left and never came back. It broke Savannah’s heart to the point she was never really the same. She used to show her emotions openly, but after her husband left her she became increasingly hardened, then her daughter leaving too was the final straw. She was still gentle and caring, but never really the same. She used to be able to yell and swear at someone, then be the most gentle and forgiving person to the very same seconds later. Very emotional.

 

Interesting, you say. You knew Savannah could be motherly, but she also seemed a bit distant at times.

 

“Yeah, she’d treat us all like her sisters,” Michelle says. “I haven’t seen her in ages,” Jennifer adds. You notice they tend to speak one after the other. Kind of odd.

 

The twins have been in college for a while now, both of them are involved in engineering. You’re kind of surprised, feeling a bit self-conscious for assuming things about them. Despite their aspirations, they don’t look down on Clare at all. In fact they seem to like that she’s kind of a free spirit that goes where she pleases. Makes you wonder about what success means in life.

 

Your hours of talking have left you with a sore throat, and the chiming of a clock lets you know that it’s nearly midnight. You’ve been talking with her family for ages and didn’t even really realize it. Despite how awkward you felt, you were kind of… comfortable for a long while. Is this what family life is like?

 

Getting up and stretching, everyone talks about food. Not wanting to cook this late, they decide to order instead. Even towns like this have places that’ll deliver this late, huh?

 

After placing the order, Clare, her sisters, and Paul go outside to have a chat amongst themselves, leaving you and Sara in the living room. She turns on the television, and there’s the kitsune ass again. Rather than being embarrassed or attempting to change the channel, she just hums to herself, speaking to no one in particular.

 

“Oh, I forgot this was on. That little kitsune sure took it well,” she muses, then turns to you.

 

You know that grin.

 

So she was the one that had it going? You figured Paul… She wouldn’t do anything, right? You glance towards the doorway.

 

Rather than walking towards you, she instead vanishes and appears behind you, quickly wrapping her paws around you. She read your intentions perfectly. But she wouldn’t do anything, right?

 

She gives a sultry laugh from behind you. “Don’t worry, boy, I just want to have a little chat.” Her personality seems to have changed now that she has you alone. “What exactly does my dear Clare mean to you?”

 

Without hesitation you say that you love her. She’s quite important to you.

 

“Oh, I know that. But it doesn’t answer my question. What does she mean to you?”

 

Now you hesitate. You don’t quite understand the question. Sara sighs from behind you.

 

“I was afraid as much. That is a question you will soon need to answer. You also love Savannah, do you not?”

 

You’re starting to understand a little of what she’s getting at. You say that yes, you love them both. They both represent different things to you. It’s difficult to explain. Suddenly Sara spins you around to face her. Her eyes are narrowed to slits, her lips pressed in thin frown.

 

“Understand this. Things will work, for now. As time progresses, there will be increasingly difficult challenges. When, not if, they want children with you, what will you say? I also know Clare, she is the jealous sort. She puts up with sharing you out of her closeness with Savannah. Surely you’ve seen how she can get when you put Savannah before her, yes?”

 

Her voice is even, but you can feel a… heat, behind her words.

 

“So, you need to decide what they mean to you. And know that if you break Clare’s heart, I will find you,” she says, capping her last few words with a vicious smile.

 

Thinking Paul was the protective one of the family was a gross misunderstanding on your part. Nodding your head quickly, you say that yes, you’ll figure things out soon.

 

“Good,” she says, releasing you, her face returning to… what you assume is normal. The juxtaposition of her warning with the kitsune being hammered is rather disconcerting. Smiling, she picks up the remote and pauses the recording, then flips to something else. A few awkward, silent minutes later, the rest of them filter back into the living room.

 

Every now and then Sara glances at you, sending a chill down your spine.

 

--

 

The next two days are lively, to say the least, though without any major incidents. The twins tease you, but never really attempt to seduce you. Sara appears to be jovial and upbeat most of the time, but every so often she sends an icy stare your way. Paul is a very amiable fellow, though he constantly drags you around the property to show you this or that. At least being away from all the women allows you to unwind a bit.

 

He talks to you about this or that, though he’s a bit saddened when you express no real desire for ‘The Great Outdoors,’ or other such things. The way he talks to you makes you feel almost like you’ve become a surrogate son in this short time span. It’s easy to imagine Clare got her personality from him rather than her mother. It’s kind of nice talking with him.

 

As night descends, he finally decides to bring the two of you back. Walking into the house, you discover Sara and the twins in the living room, but Clare is no where to be found.

 

“She said she was a bit tired, but that she’d like you to come up when you got back,” Sara says, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Jennifer and Michelle give you a knowing smile, but remain silent.

 

Paul, still behind you, gives you a pat on the shoulder. When you turn around, he surprises you by giving you a hug.

 

“You’re a good kid, I can see why Clare likes you so much,” he says, giving you sort of a fatherly smile. “See you in the morning.”

 

You nod, then head upstairs. Expecting to find Clare maybe sleeping or something, you instead discover her laying naked, playing with herself. You should’ve known.She hasn’t seen or heard you enter, so perhaps you can give her a little surprise. Quietly closing the door and disrobing, you sneak up to the bed.

 

When her family is around, Clare is surprisingly silent during sex as you found out. This is no different; though gasping and biting her lip, she’s otherwise quiet. Watching her enjoy herself is quickly getting you hard, and from the looks of things she’ll be finishing up soon. Sneaking onto the bed so that you’re by her feet, she finally takes notice of you.

 

“Oh! Took you long enough,” she says, halting her movements, looking a little peevish.

 

Paul kept you a while, you say, smiling. Though, how rude of her to start without you.

 

“You can’t keep a girl waiting forever, you know.”

 

Before you can respond, she opens her arms to you, inviting you in. “So how about we get things started?” Moving forward, you spread her legs and begin to position yourself to enter her. Creeping closer to her slit, Clare shakes her head. “I know you like my pussy more, but tonight fuck my ass… please.” You know she loves anal, but you wonder about her ability to keep quiet, you say. “It’ll be fine~” she says with a happy, lewd smile. Raising her legs up, she then grabs them with her arms and pulls them close to her chest, presenting herself to you. “What’re ya waitin for, handsome?”

 

Flashing her a smug grin, you move forward further, supporting yourself on her legs, freeing her paws to do as they wish. One of which is already snaking its way towards her cock. Pressing your glans against her backdoor, Clare giggles at the pressure, then smiles and leans her head back as you slowly part her entrance and slide in.

 

You prefer how her cunt squeezes your entire length, but having her incredibly tight ring constricting you is pleasurable in its own way. Slipping in slowly to allow her to become accustomed to you, she’s already struggling to suppress her moans. Her vow of silence is already fraying, you think.

 

Completely within her, you hold for a moment. Perhaps you can end this quickly. It may be hell on her… but maybe. With a deep breath, you quickly pull up and completely out of her ass, causing her eyes to open in surprise. Before she can say anything, you slam back down into her already-closing asshole, spreading it wide once again. Her eyes fly open in shock, then close again as you work into a fast, hard pace.

 

“Oh fuck yes…” she moans, struggling to keep quiet. With every stroke in and out, her ass clenches and constricts around your cock, loosening slightly to invite you back inside her depths, then tightening in an attempt to prevent your exit. Rolling her back farther, you position yourself so that you plunge straight down into her eager hole, hammering away at her for all you’re worth.

 

She’s stroking herself in time with your movements, her stomach already glazed with her precum. Every time you strike down onto her thick ass and thighs, the flesh ripples and she squeezes your shaft tight. Grunting and panting as you attempt to keep up your frenzied pace, you feel yourself reaching orgasm soon. Clare looks like she might still have a ways to go.

 

Shifting your angle, you hold her ass and legs where they were, but drop down slightly so you slide into her ass at an angle. The perfect angle, as you’ve found. Still sawing in and out of the poor cat, your inches tearing her tender asshole apart, your glans finds its mark within moments.

 

Mashing hard against a somewhat soft and large protrusion, Clare suddenly halts pleasuring herself, instead covering her mouth with her paws, stifling her howling moan. Your glans striking her prostrate hard and fast, her cock practically spurts precum. Starting clear, it spews forth a little more with every impact, gradually becoming more white.

 

Then her hips lurch, her paws fly from her mouth to find purchase on the sheets, and she ass, legs, and every muscle in her body contracts hard as her orgasm is unleashed, coating her chest and stomach in almost unending streams and spurts of catspunk. “Fuck my ass fuck my ass fuck my ass fuck don’t stop,” she moans with every thrust, each time you strike her tender organ another pulse of cum bursts forth from the cat. Watching her relief and climax, you finally allow yourself to succumb, settling down and giving a soft groan as you unload into her ass, your hips bucking and striking against her with every thick jet.

 

Even as you’re spent, her ass still wrings you, milking you for every drop. As you extract yourself from her ass, Clare allows herself to unwind, laying flat on the bed. Some of your semen starts to ooze from her tortured orifice, pooling onto the sheets. Her stomach is absolutely coated with her own spunk, and occasionally she trails a furry digit through the mess and takes a taste.

 

“It’s been a while. I’d almost forgotten how good it is when you fuck me like that,” she says, smiling at you. You shrug, sitting besides her. Does she want to ah, clean that up?

 

“Probably a good idea…” she says, standing up. Checking to ensure no one is out in the hallway, she gathers up her clothings and motions for you to do the same. Guess she wants you in the shower with her. Obliging, the two of you then dash into the bathroom for a little cleaning session.

 

--

 

The following day there’s a quiet breakfast, Sara cooking for everyone once again. They were surprisingly enjoyable’ you’d missed the taste of home cooked meals. Thinking about it, maybe it was more the atmosphere you missed. A curious thought.

 

Unfortunately there was time for little else as the taxi had arrived almost immediately after you and Clare had finished eating. As Clare said her goodbyes, you said your own as well. The twins each give you an almost-too-long hug, licking your cheeks at the same time as well.

 

“See you again sometime, cutie,” Jennifer said. “Yea, maybe next time we can have a little fun… if Clare will let us,” Michelle added.

 

Hearing her name, Clare turned from Sara to glare at the two. “Most certainly not,” she said in a huff. Laughing, the twins backed off from you, not wanting to raise Clare’s ire.

 

Paul gave you a big bear hug that felt like it’d pop your spine out of alignment. “Don’t forget what I said. I’ll miss you. Maybe the next time we see each other I’ll be able to call you son, eh?”

 

Ha ha, yeah, sure, you say; it was a pleasure to meet you as well.

 

Then came Sara, the one you had become most afraid of. And your fear proved to be correct. Giving you a hug, she dropped her voice to a whisper in your ear. “...And don’t forget what I said, either, boy…” she said as you felt her claws poke into your back. They say there’s little more fierce than a tiger protecting her cubs. Perhaps they meant this woman.

 

The taxi honking incessantly now, you and Clare grab your bags and exit, waving and shouting goodbye as you go. Tossing them in the trunk and then entering the back, you wave a few more times before the taxi heads off, leaving the house in the distance.

 

“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Clare says, smiling.

 

Though you weren’t really sure what you were expecting of her family, you had never imagined it would be quite like that. It felt like they extracted all the pertinent information about you in that short amount of time. Maybe they actually work as spies or something, you think.

 

Yeah, not bad at all you finally say, trying your best to back it up with a smile.

 

“They can be a bit of a handful at times,” she says. Before she can finish her sentence, your interrupt with saying just like her. She rolls her eyes. “Yes, just like me. But since you can handle me, I think you can handle them as well…” she finishes by kissing you on the cheek.

 

It was certainly an… experience. One you’re not too eager to repeat so soon; you never thought you’d want to see that truck so much as you do now.