The Futa Family Ch. 12

I was walking towards the parking lot, immensely relieved at having completed another exam. Pre-Calculus was one of my favorite subjects, and the first semester exam was a piece of cake. I was going to miss my math teacher, Mr. Friedkin.

"Hey, asshole," I heard a familiar female voice say.

I turned around and smiled as I received a half tackle of a greeting from my friend Taylor Kuhn. She was a slim girl with chin-length brown hair. She looked even happier than I was right now.

"Why are you so damn giddy?" I asked.

"Because Mr. Valdes graded my Economics exam for me and let me know that I passed! EEEE!"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at her. "Why the hell were you worried about Economics, or any class for that matter? You always get As and Bs."

"I dunno... it was more of the historical stuff that got me messed up more than the actual concepts."

"So, how are things with Kendall?"

"Good! We've been talking a lot since our little movie theater date. Between the holidays and studying for exams, we haven't had time to hang out in person."

"Well, I'm sleeping better at night knowing that your DMs are G-rated," I said in a teasing voice.

"Oh, fuck you," Taylor chuckled while giving me a light rap on my upper arm.

"So, what are you doing during the break?"

"We're all staying put at the house. Emily's coming home from Clemson next week. She's got her exams this week, just like us."

"Really?" I said with a brighter demeanor.

"Ugh, you are such a dog."

Even if Taylor wasn't saying that in jest, I didn't care; Emily would make any heterosexual male -- and maybe a few women -- get excited. Taylor had three sisters, and they were all attractive. I would say that out of all four Kuhn sisters, Emily was the second hottest.

"Well, I'll probably miss her; we're going up to my Grandparents' for Christmas. We're leaving on the 22nd and we should be back on the 27th."

Taylor suddenly stopped walking, so I did as well. She looked at me with a cautious expression, sighed and said, "Listen. If I can clear it with my moms... would you be up for a little holiday party at my place?"

"Sure."

"But you have to promise me, no sex with ANY of my sisters, especially Dora."

"I... will try."

Taylor rolled her eyes and shrugged, "Well, at least you're being honest. I'll talk to you later."

She planted a quick kiss on my cheek and headed towards her car. I felt warmer after talking with her. We were in our senior year of high school, but I had known Taylor since 10th grade. She was one of my best friends, and it seemed so surreal that we'd be graduating in about five months. It was important now more than ever that we hang out before life got hectic.

I went home and did some more studying. I only had two more exams and then I was free for the break. After brushing up on my Spanish notes, I had some dinner, watched some television, and went upstairs to retire for the night. But before I went to sleep, there was something that I had to do. This something involved me locking my bedroom door so that my parents didn't walk in.

I started things off by having a shower, making sure to give some attention to my crack. Afterwards, I retrieved a very special kit from the cabinet under my bathroom sink. I took it into the bedroom and opened it to reveal four anal plugs of varying sizes. I relaxed myself by burning some scented candles and playing some ocean wave sounds on my smart phone. After a few minutes, I got into my bed.

I picked up the smallest plug and lathered it with generous amounts of water-based lube. I then lay on my side, facing the alarm clock on my nightstand so that I could properly time the session for 15 minutes. After a few deep breaths, I pushed the butt plug up to my anus. After 15 minutes of thrusting and circling, I decided to stop. I got out of bed and took all my belongings to the bathroom.

My mind flashed to Chris Forde, one of the most prominent gay guys at my school. Chris was the only guy on the color guard, and 100% out. He even marched in the Nashville Pride Parade on an annual basis since he was in middle school.

Did he have to go through this? Did he use butt plugs to train his butt to take cocks, or did he just dive in with the real thing? Would it be rude to ask him for advice?

After I was done, I washed EVERYTHING, the toys, my hands, my rear, EVERYTHING. I went to bed feeling slightly more accomplished; it didn't feel as weird as before. This was day four of my anal training. I was getting more comfortable having something... back there. I heaved a joyful sigh before falling asleep.

My dream that night was a strange one. I was standing in a church filled with my family and friends. At the altar stood an old man holding a bible. Today was my wedding day.

But here's the strange thing: I wasn't standing at the altar with the priest, I was standing at the other end of the aisle, next to my dad. My dad had a proud smile on his face. He didn't seem to mind that I was wearing a white dress.

Here's the thing about dreams: you don't really find anything weird about the dream that you're in. Hell, you could be having a drum circle with Jackie Chan, Barney the Dinosaur, and the Harlem Globetrotters, and you would never question it. So, that's why I wasn't feeling weird about being a bride in a wedding.

The wedding march began, and my dad helped walk me down the aisle. It was nice seeing all the familiar faces as I neared the altar, my grandparents, my little league soccer coach, and Lisa Warbeck, my old babysitter. When I reached the end of the aisle I looked to my left and saw my mom and my younger brother Eddie.

I turned to the right to see who was sitting on the groom's side. Taylor was there sitting next to her sister, Emily. Beside them was their other sister, Cressida, tall and raven-haired, and breathtakingly beautiful. In the same row were their mothers, Maddy and Lexi. Like Cressida, Lexi was tall and with black hair, and Maddy was bit Rubensque with red hair.

There was only one person missing from their family, and as fate would have it, that person was standing at the altar in a tuxedo. She had a round face, glasses, and shoulder-length brown hair. She was smiling as my dad put my hand in hers.

We exchanged vows, the crowd cheered, and we ran down the aisle as man and wife. Next came the reception where I danced with my mom, who didn't seem upset that her oldest son was the bride at a wedding. Suddenly, I was in a fancy hotel suite alone with Dora. We were standing next to a king-sized bed. I turned around and allowed Dora to help me out of my dress.

Without being told to, I climbed into the bed and got on my back. Strangely enough, I was still wearing white stockings and a garter belt. I looked over at Dora, who was hungrily staring at me while she undid her belt and dropped her pants.

I was filled with fear, joy, and anticipation as I saw the enormous penis between her legs. It slowly began to harden as she climbed into the foot of the bed and neared. I offered no resistance, spreading my legs and lifting my bottom to her.

"At last, my love," Dora purred. "You are mine!"

She wasted no time in putting dick inside of me. It felt so much bigger than the butt plug that I had been using. I could feel her heat radiating throughout my entire being. She didn't waste time thrusting in and out of me. Slowly, my own dick started to inflate.

I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this. This was my first time, and I knew for certain that this wasn't Dora's. I was probably one of a thousand men that she'd sodomized, but I didn't care. She and I were one, at long last. We were man and wife, but I wasn't really sure which one of those that I was.

I reached up and tried to take off her shirt but she grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. She had a mad look in her eyes, with drool pouring out of her mouth. I could feel her hot breath on my face. Her panting was getting faster, and I could feel the sausage in my ass throbbing. At last, there were a series of explosions with Dora cumming first, and then me spurting onto Dora's shirt.

It was then that I woke up. I groggily lifted the covers to find that I had indeed shot a load. I let my head hit the pillow and let out a tired chuckle. My heart was beating fast from my elaborate wet dream. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

The next morning, I grabbed a Pop-Tart and got into my car. The sun was barely up as I turned over my engine and cranked the heater. I tried keeping my Spanish in the forefront of my mind and not the wild dream that I'd had. Despite the strangeness of the dream, there was only one wild thing that had been true: Dora did have a penis. In fact, her entire family did, including Taylor. The Kuhn family were all futanari.

As a matter of fact, the reason that I had been doing anal training for the past 4 days was that Dora had been asking me for months to let her have my anal virginity. She had sweetened the deal by sending me a few sex tapes of her having sex with strangers. I agreed and she had provided me with the anal training kit.

I felt kind of guilty doing this; Taylor and the rest of her family had no idea that I had agreed to let Dora have me. Actually, after my first time hooking up with her, the family had kindly forbidden me from coming over their house, in fear of being injured by Dora's monster rod. The last time that I had seen Dora was about 3 months ago when we ran into each other at the supermarket.

We had agreed that once I was able to handle the largest plug in the anal training kit, Dora and I would meet somewhere discreet so that she could take my black cherry. She had told me that it would happen by the end of this year, but, with my late acceptance and so many other things going on in my life, that didn't seem possible. At this point, it looked like it should happen before I graduated.

I pulled into the school parking lot and exited my car. I made my way to my classroom and prepared for the Spanish exam by going over a few notes. I took a deep breath to clear my mind of thoughts of futanari and butt plugs.

About an hour later, I emerged from the classroom confident that I had eked out at least a C+. I would find out after the break just how well I had done. The rest of the day was a breeze; my remaining three classes were in holiday mode, which meant hanging out and watching movies.

Things went about the same on Friday. I was finally free. I was heading to my car, and when I arrived, I found Taylor leaning against it with a sombre expression on her face.

"They said no?" I asked, beating her to the punch.

"Yep," she shrugged.

"It's not a big deal," I said, leaning beside her. Taylor put her head on my shoulder, making me feel warm inside. "How about you come over the house and pick up the gifts I got for you and the fam?"

She lifted her head off my shoulder and gave me a quizzical look. "You got us all gifts?"

"Of course."

Taylor stood up straight and started walking away. "Get in your car, loser."

I chuckled to myself before obeying her. My mom practically tackled Taylor as soon as she came into the house; my parents absolutely adored her. She was like my sister... a sister that I had slept with... and whose dick I had sucked.

As expected, Taylor's short visit ended up with her staying for dinner. My dad had brought home KFC, and he was happy to share it with his adoptive daughter. When Taylor told everyone that she had to leave, she instantly got an invite to stay the night. She politely declined, and I helped her load presents into her car. Before I could make a dirty Christmas-related joke, she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

"I love you," Taylor murmured.

"I... love you, too."

Taylor sniffled and wiped a tear from her eye. "Maybe it's the KFC talking, but you guys have been great, ever since I moved here. You... you and your family don't give a shit about me being futanari..."

"... or that you're stinky rich."

"Yeah. Make sure you call me during the holidays... or I'll kill you."

"Get the hell out of my driveway, you long-dicked bitch."

Taylor giggled, punched me in the arm, and got into her car. I stood there in the cold, watching her drive away. After a few minutes, I went back inside and prepared myself for another round of anal training.

The next few days were a blur of Christmas parties, my mom binging on Hallmark holiday movies, and more anal training. On Tuesday, Mom made Eddie and I clean the house from top to bottom while she and Dad went to a work party for one of Dad's friends from work. I agreed to do the den, the downstairs bathroom, and the kitchen, while Eddie did the upstairs bathroom, the guest bedroom, and back porch.

I was in the middle of scrubbing the oven out when I heard the doorbell ring. I heaved a sigh, stood up straight, tossed the Brillo pad into the bucket of soap water, and went to answer the front door. I opened the door and found myself face-to-face with a beautiful blonde.

"Surprise!"

My jaw dropped. Standing on the other side of the door was Emily, Taylor's 3rd oldest sister. She was wearing a heavy winter coat and a wool hat. She didn't even wait for an invitation to come inside, launching herself into my arms for a hug. I wrapped my arms around the beautiful, squealing, giggling young woman and then put her down. She then planted a big kiss on my lips.

"Emily, I... wow!"

"Looks like I did surprise you!"

"Hell, yeah, you did," I said. "Welcome back!"

"Thanks, honey," Emily said.

"You want something to drink? Soda? Hot cocoa?"

"No, I'm fine," she said. "Listen, Taylor told me that you bought gifts for the entire family. Thank you!"

"Oh, it's nothing."

"So... since my moms banned you from the house... I was thinking that I should come over and give you a gift."

My dumb ass was expecting her to reach into her jacket and pull out a box or a Christmas card, but the biting lip smile and thigh rubbing helped me to realize exactly what she meant. She unzipped her jacket and dropped it on the floor. I knew she was wearing a bra, but I could still see her hard nipples poking through her shirt. My body burned as I imagined all the goodness under those clothes. Our moment was then ruined by the sound of footsteps coming from the upper story.

"Hey, Carter, who was at the... whoa," Eddie said.

"Hey!" Emily said, waving up at Eddie. "How are you, cutie?"

"I... I'm great!" Eddie said. "Good to see you again."

"You, too."

"Say... Eddie," I said. "How's about you make yourself vanish for a couple of hours?"

Eddie looked at Emily and then back at me before giving me a coy smile and saying, "Riiiiight. Well, what's in it for me?"

I was about to run up those stairs and drag his ass out of the house. Thankfully, Emily stepped forward, reached into her pocket, produced a wallet, and held out some dollar bills. Eddie jogged downstairs and counted the money; it was $100 in twenty-dollar bills.

"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," Eddie said. "I'm going to walk over to Hector's."

Eddie grabbed his jacket and departed, leaving me and Emily alone in the house. I took her hand, and we ran upstairs all giddy with excitement. I pulled her into my bedroom, locked the door, and took her into my arms once again.

My lips met hers and our fingers snaked underneath each other's shirts and hoisted them up. I took a step back to gaze at Emily's magnificent rack. With her 32L cup size she had the largest bust out of all the Kuhn family. I looked up from her chest and looked at her in the eyes as she reached around to unclasp her bra. In the blink of an eye, I was looking at those unbound mammaries in all their glory with their light pink nipples and areolae.

I kicked off my socks and everything else from my body while Emily removed whatever she had left. In the span of a few minutes, there were two erections visible, mine and hers. Emily's penis was 6 inches just like mine but had much more girth. It jutted out from her loins, which were festooned with an ample amount of dark brown pubic hair. She started stroking herself as she approached me.

"Allow me, my lady," I said.

Emily removed her hand so that I could stroke her cock. I pulled her in for another kiss and she grabbed my cock. Her soft fingers tugged at my manhood, which throbbed in response to her attentions. My body tingled as I felt her massive breasts pressed against my skin. We made our way over to bed, upon which I was promptly pushed.

"You'd better get ready, Carter Doyle," Emily said as she crawled into the bed. "I haven't been fucked in a week; as a rule, I don't have sex during finals week. I'm hot, I'm horny as fuck, and I have a semester's worth of medical information that I need banged out of my head."

"Come here," I growled.

Emily quickly straddled me. I felt the tip of my dick brush briefly against her testicles, and into her wet pussy. The goofiest smile erupted upon my face as I slid into her gooey depths. It seemed like forever since I'd had some good sex. Emily let out a shrill cry of joy as she slid all the way down my pole.

Emily wasted no time, not bothering to pace myself; she rode me fast and hard. I gripped the sheets and helped her vocalize my delight in our reunion. She was so unbelievably wet.

I looked up at her and my heart soared. Emily had a smile upon her face, and her giant knockers were wobbling in front of my face with great vitality. I stuck out my tongue like a kid trying to catch a snowflake, but instead of snowflakes I was trying to capture one of her hard nipples. Emily, in all of her mercy, lowered her upper body so that I could feast on her titflesh. I was a little scared that I would be smothered since her breasts obscured everything else from view.

"Ohhhh, Carter!" Emily screamed. "Oh, I think you just bit my FUCKING NIPPLE!"

I frantically moved her tits so that I could look her in the eye and ask, "Oh, shit, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Emily said with a sultry voice. "Get the other one."

I smiled before grabbing her other nipple and putting it between my lips. Emily tilted her head back and moaned loudly as I sucked on her teat. I felt Emily's long, blonde tresses tickling me as I suckled her ferociously.

I tried my best to add my thrusts to her own, but she was being so forceful. I was really feeling just how sex-starved Emily was. Growing within me was the fear that our intercourse would break this bed. It was barely past 1 PM, and I had no idea what time my family would be back. Maybe it was time for me to take charge.

Emily let out a squeak of surprise as I flipped us both over. Once I had her on her back, I started thrusting into her pussy like a maniac. Emily had a feral look upon her face that both aroused and scared me.

"Nooooo, fuck you, Carter!" Emily snarled at me. "Get back underneath me!"

"Nooo, way. EEEEEP!"

My refusal earned a cruel nipple twisting from my sex buddy. I tried grabbing her dick, but she intercepted my hand with her own. After that a round of fierce naked wrestling began. Our hands were clasped, so neither of us could jack the other off. Emily was deceptively strong, but, then again, it could have been the lust empowering her.

Despite our best efforts, we ended up falling off the bed. Emily quickly righted herself and adopted the stance of a wrestler. I was too slow; as soon as I had gotten to my feet, she tackled me into the bed, flipped me onto my back, and brought us back to our original position.

I let out a moan as I slid back into Emily. The warm goodness of her womanhood made me instantly forget all thoughts of getting my way. My mind was so blank with ecstasy that I started flailing underneath her like I was having some sort of seizure.

"Ooooh, Carter!" Emily grunted. "Keep that dick hard!"

I tried to say something but all that came out of my mouth was this strange bleating. Emily grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts. She kept riding me as I squeezed her boobs. I could feel her happy penis slapping itself upon my abdomen, spackling it with pre-cum. Then she suddenly stopped.

I looked up when I felt Emily's breasts being wrested from my clutches. She was turning around upon my lap while I was still inside of her. Soon, I was looking at those fulsome buttocks of hers.

I couldn't ignore the giant rump that was bouncing before me. I slapped the cheek on my right first. Emily squealed, looked over her shoulder, and gave me a sexy smile and a wink. She earned a slap on the left cheek for driving me so wild with that wink.

While Emily rode me reverse cowgirl, I was free to give her the spanking of her lifetime. It wasn't long before her ass was nice and rosy. I could seriously do this all day.

I sat up and pressed myself against her back, reached forward and grabbed her turgid dick with my right hand and her left breast with my left hand. I buried my nose in her wonderful hair and took a whiff. I nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her ear as she squirmed in my embrace. When I started jacking her off, she didn't try to stop me like last time. My hand was already slick with sweat and pre-cum.

"Emily, you're so hard!" I growled into her ear. "I want you to cum all over my fucking carpet!"

"Noooo," she squealed. "Don't say that shit, Carter! You always get me so worked up, just like Cressi. It's not fair that I... Oh, no... Carter, I'm gonna cum... gonna CUUUUUUM!"

I looked over Emily's shoulder just in time to see her shoot her load all over my bed. Her cum flew so far that a few drops landed on the floor. Emily finished after four shots, but her sausage still throbbed within my fist.

"Ohhhh, shit!" Emily cried. "Ohhhhh, that felt so good!"

She turned her head and beckoned me for a kiss. When we were done, she nuzzled my nose with hers.

"I missed you a lot, baby," Emily said.

"I missed you, too."

"You didn't cum yet."

"You're right... how about a Christmas titfuck?"

"Sure!"

She gave me another quick peck on the lips and got off me. I scooted forward so I was sitting right on the edge of my bed. Emily turned around, knelt before me, and lifted those immaculate breasts of hers onto my lap. After sandwiching my dick between her mammaries, she started moving them up and down. Emily locked eyes with me, and I wiped some sweat from her glasses.

Emily had this sort of a sexy librarian look to her with her black full frame glasses, dark brown eyebrows, and beautiful young face. She was over 2 years older than me, yet a few inches shorter. Still, despite our height difference, she gave a superb titfuck. Right now, my dick felt like it was being enveloped in a big breasted pita pocket. I used my hand to caress her face, and she responded by taking my thumb into her mouth and sucking it.

I thrusted upwards within the confines of her cleavage. Just when I thought that I was making enough lubrication, she took my thumb out of her mouth, lowered her head, and took me into her mouth. Once again, my dick was going into somewhere warm and wet. Instinctually, my hand found the top of her head, and she started bobbing it up and down.

The inside of Emily's mouth was just as great as her sugarwalls. The suction she was using was just right. I could feel her tongue licking every part of my dick. My toes curled when she teased my urethra with the tip of her tongue. That move turned out to be the move that broke me.

"Ohhhh, no!" I cried before grabbing Emily's hair.

I shot my seed upwards into Emily's skull while it felt like a million fireworks had gone off in mine. I fell backwards onto my bed, allowing sexual elation to fill me. I know my load wasn't as big as hers, but I could feel her eagerly gulping it down. Emily slurped the rest out of my pubes like the overflowing foam from a glass of root beer.

Emily hopped to her feet and said, "Did someone enjoy his Christmas present?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

She giggled and climbed back into the bed and on top of me. We made out for a little bit and then got under the covers. We caught up with each other's respective school years. Emily regaled me with tales of fun parties, football games, and all the hot guys and girls that she had hooked up with.

I had to edit certain parts of my tales. The only people that I had hooked up with since school started had been members of Emily's family. In retrospect, I should have gone through at least 3 or 4 girls in the fall semester of my senior year, but I had been too wrapped up with futanari.

"It's a shame that you'll be leaving in a few days," Emily said.

"Yeah, well, I'll be back on the 27th," I said before reaching over and fondling her tits. "Maybe we could get a nice hotel room for New Year's."

"Ooooh! That sounds great! It'd be a great way to ring in 2023."

My great idea was rewarded with another kiss. Emily and I stayed in bed for a few more minutes chatting, laughing, and fondling each other. She had been hard for a while, and I was wondering if she would be ready for another round.

"I'm going to grab a shower," she said. "How about you help me get clean?"

"Deal."

"Good! I'm going to go get the water nice and warm for the both of us."

She gave me a peck on the cheek before skipping off to the bathroom. I sighed and smiled as I heard the water come on. This day was certainly looking up.

Suddenly, Emily walked inside of the room with something in her hand: my anal training kit. She had a stunned expression on my face, and I gave her one to match. All the joy and post-coital euphoria were gone, replaced with embarrassment and dread.

"Is this what I think it is?" Emily asked, sounding grave.

"Um..."

"I'd ask where you got it, but I'm pretty sure that I know the answer to that."

Emily's tone wasn't judgmental; it was quite the opposite, like a mother who finds you whacking it. My face and ears burned, and my mind went blank. My erection wilted under the sheets under Emily's concerned gaze.

She sighed, opened the box, and looked inside before asking, "So, which size are you up to right now?"

"I'm still on number one," I murmured.

Emily closed the box, handed it to me, and said, "Don't let her inside until you can take the biggest one like a champ."

"Okay," I said.

"Now... get your ass in that shower; my lady bits need washing, sir."

I slowly got out of bed and followed Emily into the shower. She and I bathed each other, and though she had a pleasant smile on her face, I was still feeling palpable shame at having my secret discovered.

"Listen, Emily?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell Taylor, okay? She'd kill me if she knew what I was up to."

"Don't worry, stud. Your secret's safe with me."

After rinsing and drying, we put on our clothes and went downstairs. We sat on the couch for half an hour watching television before we heard my parents pull into the garage around 4 PM. The two of them strode into the house, their noses red from the cold.

"How was your party?" I asked.

"Great!" Dad said. "Your mother's buffalo cheese dip evaporated in less than an hour; I think she got like ten different requests for the recipe."

"I told you they'd like it," Mom said. Her eyes went large when she noticed Emily sitting next to me. "OH! I'm sorry, I didn't know that you had company!"

"Hello, I'm Emily!" She hopped off the couch with a wave and shook hands with my parents. "I'm Taylor's older sister."

My parents lit up as if we were being visited by the Christmas Angel. Mom pulled Emily in for a hug and squealed. Dad was trying to be covert as she eyed the voluptuous college student in his home, and I couldn't really blame him, he was a male after all.

"You are so precious!" Mom said in her baby voice as she cupped Emily's face in her hands. "Oh, we love your younger sister, she's like a daughter to me. I can definitely see the family resemblance."

"It's so nice to finally meet someone else from Taylor's family," Dad said. "Please, stay for dinner!"

"Oh, I couldn't impose," Emily said.

"Nonsense," Mom said. "We'll make some frozen pizzas, and you can tell us embarrassing stories about Taylor."

"I'd love to!" Emily relented.

"I'll break out that nice Christmas puzzle we got last year from Aunt Peg; it's 1000 pieces."

My parents showered Emily with the same affection that they reserved for Taylor. Mom broke out the photo albums just in time for Eddie to come home and complain. Later, the five of us sat down and feasted on two Red Baron deluxe pizzas. After dinner, Dad brought out the puzzle, and we all sat around the dinner table working on it while eating cookies and sipping eggnog. My parents and I were totally fixated on Emily, while Eddie was content to stare at her ample curves.

"We might have this puzzle done in less than an hour!" Mom said. "Usually, it would take me a week to finish one of these."

"We love puzzles and board games in our house," Emily said. "My moms really believe in family time that doesn't involve electronics."

Time seemed to have frozen after that sentence. I tensed and looked over at Emily, who was beaming pleasantly as she tried putting a cluster of puzzle pieces together. I looked over at my parents who were having some kind of private tickle fight. It looked as though they hadn't noticed... or simply didn't see it as a big deal. Eddie was busy looking at his phone.

You see, in all the years that Taylor had been over, she'd never disclosed the fact that she had two mothers. My parents understood Taylor was a futanari, but they didn't know much about her personal life. I waited to see if what Emily had said would register at some point.

It was about half past eight when Emily decided to call it a night. As they usually did with Taylor, they offered her a bed for the night, but she politely declined. My family members exchanged hugs and kisses of farewell by the front door.

"Well, I really hope we get to see you again soon, Emily," Dad said. "Taylor should have brought you here years ago."

"Amen!" Eddie chimed in.

"Emily," Mom said. "Before you go home... I'm going to make an early New Year's Resolution: to meet the entire Kuhn family before Taylor and Carter graduate. Will you help me?"

Emily smiled and said, "I'll definitely pass that on to the rest of the family."

"Good. Your mothers must be amazing people, considering that they raised such wonderful daughters."

That last remark caused Emily to give us all another round of goodbye hugs and kisses before she left. My parents didn't close the door until her car had left the driveway. We all went inside and went to bed.

I sighed as I pulled my covers over my body. It felt nice to have Emily over. Not only did we get to hook up and catch up, but she'd won my family over. Better still, it felt nice to have someone else in on my little secret.