Pairs of Pumpkins #11: The Teleporting Tours of a Top-Heavy Teenager (07/13)

Anastasia watched the door close before stepping over to the mirror. Looking at herself, her eyes followed the slow crawl of her brother's ejaculate from the bottom of her cleavage through her thick, water-repellent fur. It drooled down her lower belly towards the flash of wet pink between her legs, demanding to no longer be ignored.

In the months since leaving Stusport with her mother, they'd been on fourteen checkin missions together, ten of which turned into rescues of seventeen more brothers and sisters. Of those, four were boys of appropriate age: a half-rabbit and half-wolf triplets. As Jasper predicted, none of them had any reluctance to have sex with their biological mother.

Ana watched from the safety of her Invisibility spell or pretending to sleep, masturbating quietly as she did. The sight and sounds of her mother's ecstasy was eating away at her aversion to penetrative sex.

Zarron had not provided much of a sexual education to either her or her sister, which she realized in retrospect had probably been a good thing for girls raised by someone so villainous on so many other axes. What she knew before meeting her mother were from books and as a life wizard, Zarron had quite a few. She knew the science of sex and she'd felt the pangs of her hormones calling for her to mate but it had never quite clicked where it all went and how so much of someone else displacing her insides couldn't be painful. Especially with the size of her brothers' penises, which was most of her frame of reference and all somewhere around the size of her forearm. How could there be so much space inside her?

She'd watched her mother closely enough to see her belly bulge with the rhythm of one of them thrusting into her and her cries of bliss were sincere but some girlish mental image didn't click: how could being impaled and your insides displaced around another person feel good? Her only frame of reference was eating too much or needing to use the toilet, neither of which were pleasant associations. She'd built it up so much in her head that the idea turned her stomach to the threat of boiling over.  

That negative association was validated the first time she'd seen anyone have sex, witnessing her brother's soul being extracted through sex magic. She had in fact, thrown up then while falling backwards and triggered this whole series of events.

Now she'd been in the room with her mother enough times that she was coming around to the realization there was something she was missing. Someday, she would try it.

When feeling particularly bold and interested while invisible, she'd lean in just inches away from her brother's penis pistoning in and out of her mother, holding her breath to not alert either of them. Other times she'd gently touch her mother's rear, breasts or face to let her know she was there with her. All of it risked becoming visible but she loved the thrill of tempting it.

Unlike with Jasper, she decided to not get involved with the others and as far as they knew, it was a secret between the triplets and seperately the half-rabbit that they'd had sex with Portia.

Anastasia was a virgin and her mother assured her often that was her choice. She was quick to add that when the time came, it shouldn't be with one of her brothers. That was hard advice to take seriously coming from their incest-addicted mother but also when these were the men she was surrounded with. The idea of sex with a stranger was scarier than sex with her brothers at this point.

Her mother had explained why there was such a cultural stigma but Anastasia had long been an accomplice to the creation of inbred offspring in Zarron's lab. The actual sex part was insignificant in comparison to creating new inbred lives, which she'd done many times.

Out in the world with her family sneaking around to have sex, she learned how strong and unquestionable the taboo was.  

It made sense that people would be hesitant about inbreeding from the exaggerated stories they told, though she was less convinced than Zarron about all of the Purebloods being failures. It was one of the first moments she'd had the courage to debate him:  she was 13 and one of her Pureblood sisters manifested unexplained abilities, not unlike Jasper's ability to read thoughts. This sister was reported to move things with her mind alone and used it to move her buyer and future husband off a tower balcony. After that, he decided to stop breeding them altogether.

Anastasia argued they needed to learn more while Zarron insisted it was not worth it: latent mind magic wasn't "real" magic he would say. It was unpredictable, uncontrolable and dangerous and required no training or discipline. He couldn't risk selling children who could kill their masters. Thankfully, it was also so exceedingly rare that few in the world remembered it even existed. And yet in the Purebloods, it seemed it might be quite a bit more common.

She eventually conceded, seeing him get irritated at her resistance. He wasn't used to being challenged but her obedience did not resolve her curiosity.

That night, she went to the lab and replaced the two most common arctic fox sperm donor samples with the "Pureblood"sample of her Uncle Bjorn and never spoke of it again. Since then, more than a hundred more of her brothers and sisters were inbred because of her direct action and no one else had any idea.

She'd decided there was no value in disclosing that to her mother unless it should become necessary.  

Even if procreation within a blood line was dangerous, risk of pregnancy was easily thwarted with simple spells, salves, runes and potions. Without those there was still so much that two people could do with each other for pleasure and affection that wouldn't make a child: oral, anal, hands, breasts. Why was touching, hugging and kissing family okay but sucking her brother's cock while he lapped her labia wasn't?

Every time she watched her mother, she was closer to wanting it and there was no doubt how it would happen someday and probably soon: it was only a question of which of her many brothers would be there when she was ready. Maybe without the rush, it could've been this Duodecaplet.  

The bigger, stronger brothers like the half wolf Duos or the triplets they'd rescued were intimidating. All of her brothers regardless of stature were packing absolutely massive penises compared to Zarron or anatomy books but it was more that the big, strong ones could move and lift her. She wanted to stay in control. A smaller, weaker brother, like Jasper or Joseph was a more appealing ideal.

There was a hurry but she was unfocused, her blood racing with primal instinct. Their mother had warned her about working while distracted and that there was no shame in a quick break to relieve oneself.  

She planted her hand on the counter and the other on her sex, two fingers pressing into her clitoris. She imagined what it would be like if he was still here standing behind her, caressing her before slipping himself inside her.  

She looked down in the mirror and how deep he would be: at least to the top cradle of her pelvis, which the bottom of her breasts concealed.

Ana breathed heavily, staring in the mirror and touching faster. She considered if another Duo were to walk in right now. That would be it. She'd brace herself and beckon him. He'd bend her over the counter and fuck her hard until painting her insides with an incestuous seed.

Portia had confessed it was better with family, with the strong caveat that it'd be different for her. She didn't believe her and it didn't matter either way: when it happened, it would be with one of her brothers.  

After the fact, her mother would be proud of her and be one more thing they could share. She thought back months ago, to the rescue of three half-wolf gladiators and her mother getting in the middle of them and taking all of them inside her at once. What a relief it would have been for her, if one of them could've taken Ana instead? She imagined bent over next to her mother, reaching out for her hand and smiling as their bodies both rocked with the eager loving of their family.  

With weak knees and a whimper, she lifted her tail hopefully then her eyes caught the tremoring pool of semen on her breasts, her arctic fur too thick and oily to soak it up.  

Her head snapped down to scoop most of it up in a single lick and she held his taste in her mouth as her frenzied fingers pushed to the edge, moaning in cheap ecstasy through gritted teeth.

The surge of release left her a heaving, panting mess. She leaned on the counter for support, her ballooning chest covering half of it as she stared in the mirror.

She'd get over her fear of sex soon enough and after that, she might be just as addicted as her mother. She hoped to be like her mother, the one person she could look up to in this world.

The vixen caught her breath and composed herself before straightening her back and lifting away her hands. Even fully upright, her breasts remained resting on the countertop, distorted at its bottom.  

A shaky hand raised. She snapped her finger in an incantation and instantly phased to the back of the room: a low risk teleportation spell that only moved her a few feet. It was intended for phasing in combat but this simple version brought absolutely nothing with her, including any dirt, filth or foreign objects.  

Her breasts dropped as they fell free with no counter to rest on, then wobbled and settled. The mess of semen fell in front of her, splashing on the countertop where it would be easier to clean. A cloud of fur, ready to shed also remained and its dingy toned reminded her she was overdue for a proper bath.

She smacked her mouth, the dryness accumulating as the ozone smell of magic dissipated. With an unsure wince, she stepped up to the sink and drank from it before cleaning up the puddle with a towel.

For the fur, she kicked the bigger clumps under the counter with bare feet. Someone might notice but she wasn't the only one in the house who shed. She wouldn't be here much longer and the Duo may not keep a secret from his brothers or from Eva. It didn't matter, as long as they did what she said and stopped Zarron.

Stepping back again, she looked at herself in the mirror and realized she had no charcoal to draw new runes with. If the Duo succeeded in clearing them out of the library, she wouldn't need to. It would only last until she started to take things which she had every intention of doing.  

Anastasia went to the door and cracked it open peeking out into the great hall. There she waited, quite impatiently.