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Family Business II

(Sam is a rich, fictional tiger living in Malibu, California due to his job as an incestuous porn star. He can do and get away with things that you cannot and should not, including using illegal drugs and weapons. That's my disclaimer--don't take this chapter as a suggestion to get high or let loose with automatic weaponry, no matter how fun I make it seem. I can't be held responsible for your actions if you decide that you're a real-life Sam.)

"So, you see, Samir, you haven't set the export options properly--when you try to render the video, it attempts to do a whole slew of things that simply can't be done... thus, resulting in your problem. Now, if we try again..."

The mouse was clicked once, then, there was a pause--and then, a feline whoop of exhilaration.

"Fuck yeah! ...Thanks, bro. I owe you one," Sam said, grinning.

"It's not a problem," Amir replied modestly. "You can still upload it on time, right? I wasn't too slow?"

"We're gonna cut it close," the tiger said, looking at the clock in the bottom-right corner of the desktop, "but I think we'll be good. ...Yeah. Next time, I'm not going to procrastinate shit like this. Reputation is everything in a business like this."

"The same is true for restaurant owners... a moment," Amir said, as his cellphone rang.

The two boys were in Sam's study. Amir had been called over just moments ago, when Sam had given up trying to compile the video on his own, and realized that there was no time to get a professional--after speeding over on his trusty Suzuki Hayabusa, the human had quickly diagnosed and dealt with the technical error.

"Oh, salaam, Mother--yes, I'm still at Sam's, just as I said. No, I--yes, it was computer difficulties. I'm sorry?"

Amir's normally cool, confident expression cracked, slightly, as his brow furrowed. Sam coughed to hide a snicker; it was so much fun to see his buddy squirm like this, though it happened with stunning regularity.

"Please, can we discuss this some other time? Sam's in the room--what? No, please don't make me... all right, Mother." Giving his friend a pained, pleading look, the human set down his phone, switching it to speaker mode. Then, closing his blue eyes, he winced further as his mother began to speak.

"Sam, are you there?"

Despite having lived in Pakistan and America, now, for most of her life, Amir's mother still had a rather distinctive Celtic accent. The tiger had to concentrate hard to keep his voice from quavering at both her tone and the way his friend was fidgeting, flinching, humiliated.

"Yeah, sure, what's up, Mrs. Khan?"

"Amir's not up to any... of the manner of things that your family does for a living around there, is he?"

"Oh, no, 'course not, the cub's as prude as ever--don't worry," Sam said dramatically, nodding for effect. "Amir's virginity is safe with me."

Clearly, the woman on the other end of the line missed his sarcasm.

"Glad to hear it. Now, be a good lad, and send him home by noon tomorrow, understand? Preferably in one piece..."

"By noon, sure. In one piece... well, we'll see what can be done," the tiger smirked to himself, letting his mind drift to the many, many plans he had for the rest of the evening and night. Sensing that Amir's mother had nothing more to say, he cleared his throat, then continued, "Alright, then... hey, thanks for letting him come over with such short notice, Mrs. Khan. I appreciate it."

"Oh, it's no problem, Sam. Although you're into... that kind of thing... I trust you."

A pause--Sam had to smile. He didn't know how or why, but somehow, people, especially females, seemed at ease around him; trusting him easily. There were times in his life when he'd abused this strange talent of his, but, for the most part, he was a reasonably trustworthy feline.

"Thanks again, Mrs. Khan--tell Mr. Khan I said hi, and that I'm still game for that hunting trip in Alaska next month, alright?"

"Will do, laddie. Goodbye then."

"See ya, Mrs. Khan."

The second the call ended, Amir's hand shot out, grabbing his phone and pocketing it before Sam could blink. For a second, the human seemed on the verge of groaning or yelling in outrage... then, however, he sighed, calmly, neatly folding his hands in front of him.

"That was embarrassing."

Sam laughed openly at that, for just a minute, until he noticed how, despite his calm demeanor, Amir's deep blue eyes had narrowed dangerously. The tiger coughed, covering the rest of his chortles, as he straightened, mocking his friend's immaculate posture. Finally, Amir smiled, albeit a little bashfully.

"I'm just fuckin' with you, just fuckin' with you," the tiger grinned, cuffing his friend's shoulder before stretching, cracking his neck several times. "Yeah, I don't get how your mom gets off on embarrassing you in front of me, Jin, and Max--they're still coming, right?"

"Last time I checked--give me a moment, I'll text them," Amir said. Withdrawing his cellphone again, his fingers moved, rapidly, for just a second. Another few seconds later, and the human nodded, giving his hair a slight toss, meeting Sam's eyes again. "Looks like it. Max will be a little late; today's a heavy day."

"Pfft. That kid needs to learn to chill once in a while. C'mon... let's grab some dinner," Sam said, sauntering out of his study, into the more well-lit hallways of his expansive, ornate house.

"Well, he does want to get into a rather exclusive field," Amir replied, following the tiger downstairs. Though he was dressed in an LL Bean fleece and a pair of nondescript cargo pants, he still shivered; the air-conditioning of Sam's place was always too strong for him, he was used to heat, having grown up in Pakistan, mostly. "Professional wrestling isn't something everyone can do--it's natural for him to want to have as good of a chance to get in as possible."

"Yeah, guess so," Sam conceded. "Sort of fucked up, though. I mean, he's, what, 6'8", two years older than you, built like a tank... but you can still take him down, no sweat."

"It's a performance art," the human said modestly, appreciating what he knew was probably intentional ego-boosting on Sam's part. "Being a good wrestler doesn't make him a good fighter."

"As you two demonstrate so many times."

They were downstairs, now, in the kitchen. The dining room was generally reserved for when the family had formal company over--which wasn't often--so, for the most part, they ate at the island. And not all together, either--their daily threesomes gave them enough quality family time for them to skimp on working their schedules to eat at the same time.

Jasmine was already there, at the stove, finishing several of Sam's favorite dishes. Her ear tilted, just a little, as she heard the two boys come down, then take expectant seats, waiting for her to finish. Dressed in a long skirt and tank top, the tigress was as exotic and attractive as ever, but when she turned and gave a smile to Amir, there was nothing but friendliness in her eyes.

"Good evening, A.J.; it's so good to see you here again. Samir has so few friends, it's nice to meet them from time to time..."

Sam shook his head as, rapidly, the conversation between Amir and Jasmine switched from English to Urdu, still the human's preferred tongue. The tiger picked out a few words, here and there, but didn't care to focus enough to realize translate the rolling, unfamiliar language--he was too busy concentrating on the various eatables his mother had prepared.

"Ah, shouldn't we wait until Max and Jin get here before eating?" Amir said, after his polite, flattering conversation with Jasmine had ended. "We don't want to be impolite."

"They don't care, and this is just first-dinner anyway; we'll have second-dinner with them--what?" the tiger said. "Oh, come on... you need to eat more, bro. Growing boy, and everything."

"What you say is true," the sixteen year old said. "Perhaps, with your mother's delicious cooking," he said, instantly winning points with the tigress, and an eyeroll from her son, "I'll grow to be even taller than you are, my friend."

"Wouldn't surprise me. You're more Celtic than I am."

Amir would, normally, have replied to the snide comment. However, at that point, both males were distracted by the sudden and welcome appearance of several platters of steaming hot food, courtesy of Jasmine--platters of beef sates, nachos, jambalaya rice, salad, milkshakes, and rotisserie chicken shut them up with surprising effectively.

Within ten minutes, they'd consumed over a thousand calories apiece--enough to hold them over until second-dinner, and the appearances of their other two friends. Until then, there was much to be done, but the freshly energized boys were ready to prepare for what promised to be a night to remember...

"Max's bringing the brownies, right?"

"Yes," Amir replied, cleaning his oily hands off with a rag. "Freshly baked, with Hindu Kush buds from his own plants. He said he tried out a new way of growing it, and is curious to see how effective it is."

"Sick, I am too," Sam grinned. "Now, where the fuck is Jin?"

"Someone mention my name, bitches?"

Sam and Amir were in the garage. For about a half hour, now they'd been busy cleaning and stocking four high-end mountain bikes for a night of reckless fun up and down the mountains--not only had they oiled most every moving part of the machines, they'd packed extra batteries for their headlamps, spare parts, and other necessities. For such a dangerous activity, even Sam had agreed that helmets and GPS-enabled cellphones were necessities--the four boys already owned and regularly carried such gear, however.

At the curt, somewhat rude sentence from the nearby door, though, they both turned, smiled, and waved.

"Salaamu aleikum, Jin. You brought the guns, right?" Amir asked hopefully.

"Derka Mohammad jihad, Sheikh A.J.... heh, yeah, they're in the car. Sorry I'm late, bad traffic..."

Without waiting to be prompted to do so, the 5'2" leopard, an LA native, shortly sat down, installing the final parts on the bikes. Clad in baggy denim shorts, basketball sneakers, an oversized white tee, dogtags, and backwards-facing baseball cap, he looked like the Korean urbanite that he was--hold the accent, mostly.

"Max is gonna be a while, right?... so, why don't we scope out where we're gonna be riding, maybe waste some ammo... He comes over, we eat, get high, play video games or some shit... then hit the trail?"

"Sounds good," Sam said, as Amir nodded. "Did you get me the...?"

"Oh, yeah," the leopard said, feeling around in a pocket, for a moment. "Hold on... there we go." He tossed something to the tiger, grinning. "It wasn't easy to get, but I pulled some strings, and here we are... but if you get busted, you didn't get it from me, right?"

"Yeah," Sam grinned, "if I get busted. Like that's ever gonna happen," he scoffed.

"What did you buy?" Amir asked, genuinely curious. "I didn't see it... a Zippo, or something?"

"Nah, nah, bro..." the tiger said, before meeting eyes with the other feline, who instantly understood--they needed to test what Amir had just bought. "It's a, ahm, well, ahm, you and I need to have a little sparring match. Just go... stand over there, by that wall... Jin's reffing."

"I don't like to seem arrogant," the younger male said, genuinely confused as he complied, heading over to the ascertained position, removing his fleece and stretching, for a moment, revealing a torso that was slender but strong, "but you won't be a match for me. Unless you've been practicing?"

"Yeah, yeah," Sam nodded, taking advantage of the fact that Amir's comprehension of American English slang and expression wasn't sterling, yet, "practicing, a lot, yeah. Let's go--c'mon, put 'em up... there we go..." the human had started to bounce back and forth with liquid grace, hands half raised, blue eyes so focused on Amir that he didn't notice that Jin was smirking widely.

"A'ight..." the leopard said, voice quavering, as Amir's gaze focused on the way Sam's paw was concealing something behind his back, "three... two... one... fight!"

Several things happened in quick succession of one another. Amir danced forward with stunning alacrity, but Sam was ready for him. The tiger pulled out a knife, but not just any knife--a bona fide Spetsnaz _ballistic_knife. It was, to most appearances, normal--but the blade was spring loaded, and, with the press of a switch, would fly out with enough speed and power to skewer a rhino at twenty yards.

Amir's human flesh wouldn't stand up against it.

And, judging from the way his eyes widened as he recognized the horrific weapon, he knew that.

Sam, however, aimed, for just a second, then fired. The blade flew out, fast, too fast to see, let alone dodge--

Not for Amir, apparently. If barely, the human parried the deadly projectile, attempting to jump aside. As a result, he fell, panting in terror--then, was on his feet in a second.

English and Urdu curses alike emanated from his mouth as Sam and Jin laughed loudly. The blade had implanted itself, still quivering, into a plywood board left over from a set of cabinets Sam had built, unharmed, and untainted with the human's blood. But Amir was still pissed.

"What the fuck is so fucking funny?" he raged, struggling to speak coherently, and only barely succeeding. "I fucking could have been fucking killed! What the fuck are you fucking doing with a fucking ballistic knife?"

"Relax, relax," Sam said, still snickering, as he went to retrieve the blade. "I knew you were fast enough, and you have to admit, it's nice to give your skills a real, life-or-death test from time to time."

"But these things are my decision--mine!" Amir groaned, apparently getting no sympathy from either Sam or Jin. "If I want to do something so stupid, I'll say it next time."

"Getting involved in stupid shit is an occupational hazard when you hang out with me," Sam said, smiling, for a moment, so that any resentment the human held vanished. "Now, come on, and held me get this last bike together. Max won't be here for a while yet, but we still have a lot of things to do."

Another half hour and several miles later, and the trio was overlooking the picturesque bond of mountains and seaside that defined Malibu. They were on a relatively high peak, in fact, the highest point reachable by bike, and, for the moment, were a bit winded from the tough, treacherous ride. The short break was welcomed and well earned--they'd mapped out several hazards and other areas that could be too dangerous under the cover of darkness.

"Max says he'll be another half hour; he just finished lifting, and has to shower. On a happier note, though," Amir said, still winded from the difficult ride, "he says the brownies will come out good."

"Fuckin' A," Jin said, not at all tired, though he'd loaded several firearms a few hundred rounds of ammunition onto his bike. After taking a swig of water, the leopard smirked, and started to unzip one of the cargo bags mounted next to his seat.

"What did you bring this time?" Sam asked. "Any fifties? Sawed-offs? MACs?"

"I'm wanting to shoot a Krinkov," Amir said, helping Jin unload a few boxes of cartridges, setting them on the ground. "I can never get tired of a good Kalashnikov."

"You're not a terrorist," the leopard jibed. "Naw, no Ks today... but I do have a Serbu Super Shorty," he nodded, tossing a compact 12 gauge shotgun to Sam. "No fifties... two MAC-11s," he said, setting a pair of twin 9mm submachineguns down. "An HK416..."

"Mine," Amir said, taking the offered gas-piston M4 with a grin, chamber checking it.

"And here's the star of the show."

Both Sam and the human leaned over the diminutive leopard's shoulders to see what he was holding in his paws. And, to be fair, they were both rather disappointed.

"A GLOCK 17 with an extended magazine. That's it?"

"Fuck no," Jin said. "Let's load some magazines, then I'll show ya'll fools what this baby can really do."

"Wait, just a moment," Amir said, guessing, correctly, what the leopard had done to the GLOCK--his blue eyes widened, and he grinned, widely. "Have you..."

"Magazines, brah," the feline said. "Then you'll see."

The practiced use of speedloaders meant that every round the group had brought with them was in a magazine within minutes. Sam made use of a single-point sling to carry his sawed-off, casually waving a MAC-11 in his left paw, before racking the bolt--it was now loaded, and ready to fire.

They all had thick hearing protection on, the blasts of the Serbu and Amir's M4 would destroy their eardrums otherwise. Jin had to yell, a little, to be heard, but the leopard didn't seem to mind.

"This ain't just a GLOCK 17," he said, pulling the slide back before aiming the pistol forward, towards an uninhabited part of mountain. "I put in an autosear."

Those words had little time to sink in--Jin pulled the trigger a moment later.

At a rate of well over 1600 rounds per minute, bullets started to fly from the pistol's barrel. Yet, the leopard managed to keep it reasonably controlled; his paw didn't buck and bob as less experienced operators' would have. In mere seconds, he'd blasted away half his magazine; the rest of the rounds were fired in shorter bursts.

By then, Sam and Amir were laughing in glee--a full auto GLOCK was a rare thing indeed. Once before, Amir had attempted to convert one of his own, but had ended up damaging the pistol almost beyond repair--since then, it seemed, Jin had done some research. The result was a weapon that was as reliable and fun as a normal semi-auto GLOCK, twice over.

Marksmanship had no place in the free for all that ensued. More or less, the three boys fired and changed magazines as rapidly as possible. Sometimes, their targets were nearby plants or trees that exploded into foliage or splinters, respectively, or farther-off streams, rocks, and plains that seemed to just swallow bullets without ill effect.

At several points, Sam and particularly Jin turned their firearms sideways, firing "gangsta style", decreasing their already poor accuracy. Amir's generally disciplined demeanor rather cracked; within minutes, he wore a goofy smile that didn't leave as the final rounds were fired. Smoke twisted into the air, dissipating, eventually... unlike the night that was still very, very young...

Courtesy and passivity were usually two words that defined Amir.

But not just then, it seemed.

When the brown-gray furred wolf had approached, the human had instantly assumed a fluid, dangerously powerful fighting stance.

And, a moment later, the other male--6'8½" and well over three hundred pounds of solid muscle--reciprocated, albeit in a more agile, less offensive pose. Lips peeled back into a deep, threatening snarl, it was difficult to see any trace of concern or fear in his yellowish, hazel eyes. Sam and Jin, however, had known Max for some time, and saw it in an instant.

For a heartbeat or two, tension dominated the environment. The several yards separating the two combatants were crackling with unstable energy that was prepared to snap, at any time--

Amir ended up moving first, mostly out of anticipation. He made to backfist at the wolf's abdomen, but Max was fast and cupped a massive paw around the human's wrist. With a rush of surprise, he pinned Amir's entire arm, attempting to take the fight to the ground or at least enable himself to pound the human's face in, winning the fight, but, of course, Amir was one step ahead of him the entire time.

With a display of surprising flexibility, the human turned, elbowing at the wolf's lower ribs. In the same motion, he kicked out and down, bending Max's knee, bringing the massive canine to the ground. A two second display of several ways in which to remove eyes from an anthro skull later, and the fight was over--as always, Amir had won soundly, cleanly, without actually landing a painful hit on his opponent, and good friend.

"You're getting better, Max," Amir said, smiling, just a little. "Perhaps next week, you'll last ten seconds, not eight."

"Yeah," the wolf said, a little bashfully, rubbing the back of his head with a paw. "Maybe, A.J., but I doubt it... Look, it's not fair that you're part ninja, or something--I'm just a wolf."

Despite his awesome physique, Max was nothing if not a somewhat shy, somewhat socially awkward boy. How he'd entered the group of friends was another story in its own right--I'd write about it, but you probably want me to get to the yiff ASAP, right?

"Heh. Come," the human said, leading the wolf towards the other two males. "You brought the brownies, yes? I haven't been high in so long..."

"Oh, yeah, sure I did," the wolf said, patting his backpack. "They're right here... this is some good weed, guys. We're going to get smashed pretty quick, but we should come out of our high pretty soon, and pretty abruptly, no side effects or nothin'--hopefully."

"We waited to eat for you," Sam half-lied, as the group drifted back inside from the garage. "So I'm as hungry as a lion. Let's roll."

Dinner, or, in Amir and Sam's cases, second-dinner, was short and to the point. Even Jasmine, who'd had intimate experience with the appetite (not the sexual kind, you perverts) of young males before, was rather impressed, in a strange manner, at the sheer volume of food the four managed to down. A cool ten pounds of meat, plus thousands of calories worth of bread, pasta, vegetables, and lots of deep-fried goodness were just a few of the various foodstuffs that had been devoured. They were in a rush, it was true... for their potent, drug-laced deserts...

Sara was out of the house, probably getting laid somewhere in LA, or something, Sam thought to himself, as the four males made their way into his state-of-the-art home theater. With an 80" 1080p plasma screen TV, 8.1 speakers with enough power to shake the foundations of the house, as well as all recent consoles and games, it was beyond adequate to occupy them for however long this high might last.

Max was gingerly carrying the crystal baking tray in his paws. After setting it down on the mahogany coffee table in front of several leather gaming chairs, each with its own well-stocked minifridge, the wolf pulled the sheer, saran-wrap cover off a rather large glass dish.

The collective, purring gasp that echoed around the room might give you a clue to how succulent the potent mixture of chocolate, fudge, and marijuana smelled.

"This... will be fun," Amir said, rubbing his hands together, deep blue eyes glittering. "I wonder if we can beat Resistance 2while under the influence..."

"We're gonna find out," Sam said, grinning, offering Max a knife, as Jin laid out four ceramic plates. The tiger poured four tall, matching glasses of milk, then watched as, slowly, savoring the moment, his tallest friend began to neatly saw the brownies into large, deep chunks.

"Crusty on the outside, but cooked completely through..." Jin said, as the loaded plates were passed out. "You should check out a culinary school instead of a wrestling one with skills like this."

"Well, actually, I was thinking about that," Max said slowly. The wolf had a strange sense of humor, and it was hard to tell if he was joking or serious just then. Jin and Sam shared a glance; Amir didn't seem to find that strange at all, and since the felines of the group had a severe disadvantage in terms of height, weight, and muscle in comparison to their canoid friend, they kept their mouths shut.

"What's the Urdu word for 'cheers' again?" Sam asked, using a fork to cut his first brownie into smaller, bite-sized chunks.

"I'm not sure that there is one," Amir mentioned, eyes locked on his desert. "Most of our people don't drink, remember? I do have an alternative, though." After clearing his throat, the human spoke again. "Let's get fucking smashed."

They didn't have to wait long before it started to set in. They all experienced it within several seconds of one another, halfway through a certain, tough level. Sam was on point, lobbing grenades, when he paused, blinked, then leaned forward, a little.

"H-hey... why are... there... aliens... oh... shitohshitohshit! Kill them all! Get them! Aieeeeeeeeeee!"

Amir was still stoney faced, even as Jin laughed, before freezing, and suddenly extending his claws, moving to attack the screen, before remember that it was just a game, and picking his controller up again.

Slowly, the human turned to Max, head tilted, just a little, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"It's not just marijuana, is it?"

"To be honest... no," the wolf said, licking his lips. "I threw in a little... LSD..."

"Ah. That would explain why you're growing a flowerbed on your head... and why... Bismillah... I don't think I've ever seen Jin wearing a... what is it called, that those dancing girls wear..."

"A tutu?"

"Yes... This is not a sight I ever dreamed I'd see," Amir said thoughtfully.

He fell silent, for a moment. Max similarly preferred to enjoy his high without ruining it with speech, though Jin and Sam were locked in a vicious argument regarding who was more badass, Spider-Man or Batman, even as they back up the brutal Resistance 2 offensive set by the human and wolf.

"I have come to a conclusion," Amir said after a moment, eyes locked on the screen. "Max... it's a very, very deep... thought. Are you sure you'd like to hear it? It may change your view of the world, forever..."

"Go ahead," the wolf said patiently, even as he swatted a massive, tie-dyed spider that had decided that his shoulderblade was a good place to set up a clothing factory.

"Trees..." Amir murmured, "are... green."

"Fascinating," the wolf replied, seriously.

Sam was playing badly, but, of course, it was very, very difficult to win a videogame while chasing after terrorists while doing J-turns in a snow buggy going up the down escalator in an aquarium. Whereas Jin was quickly traversing up the frags ladder, the leopard found that by turning his head sideways and resisting on the couch in just a certain position , he could see what the aliens were going to do _before_they did it--within a margin of error, of course.

To prolong their high, Jin, Max, and Amir all ate second brownies--Sam passed, however, waiting for his high to end. Intoxication was great, but soon, he had a very, very pressing engagement that was far, far, better...

They were already getting started when he entered.

Both tigresses were nude, lying side by side, on Jasmine's bed, purring. Their paws drifted, lazily, from hip to breast and back, as their passionate, gentle kisses continued.

Sara noticed her brother first, and grinned, nuzzling into her mother's chest as she looked back at the tiger.

"Heheh... why are you staring, Sam?" It was an honest question--he'd seen his mother and sister kiss many, many times before.

"Well..." he thought before answering, drinking the sight in front of him in for a good, long moment. The way his mother's mid-toned fur and muscles contracted with the richer coat and slighter figure of his sister; the way they lay together on the bed, waiting, just for him...

Sam sighed.

"You two are beautiful."

The smile that he offered them was heartfelt, and caused both tigresses--even Jasmine--to blush, purring deeply. After they shared another kiss, while Sam closed the door, they patted the space on the bed in between them.

"Why am I getting spoiled so much these days?" the tiger asked, though, obviously, not angrily, as he snuggled between the soft, furred females. "I'm not sure I deserve this... mm..." he purred, quietly, as the two tigresses started to kiss and nibble at his cheek fur and ears, gently running their paws over his clothed chest.

They didn't reply to it, but if they did, Sam probably wouldn't have noticed. In a motherly fashion, Jasmine remained still, petting the tiger's head, stroking his hair, as she raked her tongue over his ear once or twice. Sara, on the other hand, moved down, and in a fluid, practiced motion, pulled his shirt up, off, then away, leaving him nude from the waist up.

The tigress was then free to kiss her way through her little brother's thick, soft fur, massaging his lean frame with her paws. He really was more powerfully built, now, and it made Sara purr audibly, nuzzling at Sam's defined abdomen, to think about how strong he'd become.

Sam was kissing his mother, now, paws intertwined with hers. This fashion of kissing wasn't aggressive, it was a more relaxed, sensual manner of expressing love. Eventually, their tongue slowly began to touch, caressing one another, as Sara eased her brother's belt off with a few deft, practiced motions of her paw.

Sparing a glance down at his sister every few seconds, as she pulled down his shorts, Sam ran his paws through his mother's soft, silky hair. Purring audibly, he lifted his hips up off the bed, for a moment, feeling Sara unclothe him entirely.

After that, it was a bit difficult for him to pay attention. Due to the tiger's oral fetish, he was barely able to concentrate on kissing, much less kissing well--after all, the way Sara lapped at his member, gently stroking it with her paw was enough to make Sam moan into Jasmine's mouth.

The older tigress giggled at that, once, and drew back, licking her son's nose, even as she slid down the bed. "Ah, Sam," she purred, stroking her daughter's hair, "your love for oral is overwhelming... mmm..."

Both females made eye contact with Sam as they sucked him off. Sara suckled the head of the tiger's member while Jasmine kissed and licked at its side, careful not to use her teeth. Their paws rubbed his thighs, gently, petting his soft fur, and neither tigress made any sign of protest when Sam dominantly yet gently placed his paws on their heads.

Jasmine drew back again, for a moment, before kissing her daughter's cheek. She watched, for a moment, as Sara skillfully worked her brother's member, attempting to pin down the younger female's technique, before gently moving in to take Sam's cock for her own. Obediently, Sara moved aside, stroking a lock of her mother's hair out of the way so that she could watch and direct the older tigress.

"Mm, oh, yeah, Mom... just like that... mm..." Sam moaned, running his fingers through the tigress's hair, before panting, quietly, leaning back, silent, again.

"Sam loves it when you deepthroat him, Mom," Sara suggested, before leaning in to cheekily rasp her tongue over the tiger's furred sack. "Come on, I know you can do it..." the tigress put her paw on the back of her mother's head and pushed, gently.

Jasmine, of course, was surprised by her daughter's dominance, or, rather, lack of submission, but complied. Trying not to gag, she forced her maw to descend over her son's member, and noted, with surprise, that she could, without too much discomfort. The tigress managed to hold herself down for a moment, looking up at her son for approval, even as she managed to mash her nose against his groin in the same way that her daughter so commonly did.

"Aww, what a good girl," Sara purred as her mother let Sam's thick, pulsating member slide out of her maw, gasping for breath, for a second. The two tigresses kissed, again, before the younger of the two turned away, looking, hungrily, at their male's fat cock. "But now, let me show you how to give really submissive head..."

Jasmine rolled her eyes; Sara was as predictable as ever. Sam didn't mind, though, so neither did the older tigress--in fact, she slid back up to pet and kiss her son, even as he squirmed and moaned at his sister's lascivious blowjob.

Teasingly, Sara kissed at his fist-sized cockhead, licking it with her soft, small pink tongue, as if it was an icecream cone. Giggling, the tigress merely looked at it, for a moment, before purring happily, tenderly kissing its throbbing side. Her little brother... wasn't exactly little, at all.

Jasmine lay at Sam's side, running her fingers through his headfur, from time to time, rubbing her breasts against his cheek. She kissed her son, marveling at his pleasure, petting his slim, powerful form, from time to time, as Sara really got her game on.

The younger tigress had closed her eyes and was affectionately kissing the tiger's balls, paw semi-enclosed around his member. She could practically feel them working hard to produce plenty of thick, sweet, potent cum, just for her and her mother, and, for that, nuzzled then tenderly, enjoying their masculine, but subtle scent.

Purring as she rose, the dark-furred tigress kissed at her brother's hard lower belly, rubbing his member against her breasts as she hugged him, nuzzling his abdomen. She licked him in a cleansing, older sisterly fashion, for a moment, before giving her hair a toss, and facing him with a smile.

"Sam, I love you, little bro. You know that, right?" she blushed, wriggling her breasts against his cock.

"'C... 'course I do, Sara... and I love you too. You're so sexy, sis... come on... mmm..." he moaned quietly, grinding his hips upwards, for a moment, as his mom tenderly nibbled on his ear, making him purr happily.

Sara smiled and looked down, back at Sam's thick member. She rubbed at his thighs and hips as she lowered herself, again, kissing it for a moment, before slowly, gently suckling at its head. Her maw was wrapped around his member as she licked her tongue around its tip in circles, purring, looking up at him for approval, which she certainly received--he was almost mewing with delight, melting as his sister lapped at his hard cock.

The tigress closed her eyes to concentrate, and stroked his member with her soft, silky paw, for a moment. She brought his pleasure level up, still not bobbing her head up and down around him, and slurped hard when her brother gave her a long, tasty strand of precum to drink down.

"Ahh... you taste so good, Sam," the tigress purred, rubbing her belly with a paw, even as she kissed and licked at his member in a thankful manner. "Now, let me... angh...!"

Sam had acted unexpectedly, then, and grabbed the scruff of his sister's neck. He'd pulled her limpening form up to him easily, and then, the family shared a rough, three-way kiss, initiated by the tiger. Jasmine reached down to work her son's cock with her paw as she and Sara moaned into his kisses, cuddling against him.

Eventually, the tiger merely nuzzled and licked the faces of the females tenderly, covering them with affection. He paid extra attention to Sara, despite where her face and maw had just been, even as she gently rubbed his heavy, full balls with her paw.

Then, the younger tigress, who was laying down on her back, wrapped her arms around Sam, and pulled. Though she wouldn't have moved him if he didn't want her to, the tiger complied, resting his powerful form on his sister's soft, sexy curves, even as they kissed. Jasmine alternated between nibbling and licking at her son's ears and cheekfur, and her daughter's as well.

"I want it on my face, Sam, alright?" Sara purringly requested, petting her brother's striped, muscular form. "Just remember that when you're ready to finish, 'kay, little bro?"

"Mmhmm," the tiger nodded, nipping at his sister's neck in a cheeky, somewhat possessive manner. "Heh, Sara, you're such a slut, sometimes... you really want me to give you a facial?"

"Sure I do," the tigress moaned, as Sam's powerful form enveloped hers. "I love it when you paint my face with your sexy, sweet cum."

"I don't think you'll have to wait long for that," the male purred, kissing his sister's cheek, as he raised his hips up, for a moment, using his paw alongside his mother's to guide his fat member to rub against Sara's tight, wet opening. "That blowjob turned me on, bigtime."

Thus, there was no foreplay--Sam started to thrust immediately, rapidly, raunchily. His appropriately heavy balls smacked against the tigress almost audibly as his member moved like a piston, sliding in and out of her.

Sara's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head in pleasure. A ten inch member was far, far too much for most females to take, particularly ones of slight stature, like her. But Sam's thick rod filled her every crevice up perfectly--she could feel his member's barbs massaging her, as the tip of his massive cock rubbed against her G-spot.

"Ooh... oh, Sam, that's right, baby... mhmm, keep doing it like that... oh, God, Sam, you're so good..."

Messily, the siblings shared a kiss, for a moment. Then, Sara nipped her brother's collarbone and then hugged him, tightly, moaning into his thick, soft fur. Sam continued to take the tigress missionary style, grunting loudly, feeling his sister's tight slut grip him, pulling him into her. Jasmine merely purred as she watched, sometimes favoring her cubs with kisses and strokes, proud of how much they loved each another, and how sexually adept they were.

Sam paused, several times, adjusting his position, to make love to his sister from slightly different angles. Soon, Sara was moaning loudly, panting, grinding her hips against Sam, begging for his cum incoherently--his fat cock had already made her climax two or three times, but the tigress wanted his seed, on her face, now.

The tiger managed to tend to his mother's needs, as well--the tigress had initiated things by sitting on her knees and rubbing her breasts against her son's face. Sam had caught on quickly, and, in a moment, proceeded to nuzzle, suckle, and grope at his mother's great breasts, even as he continued to give his sister better sex than she could get anywhere else. Eventually, Jasmine had turned and bent over, wiggling her rump, for a moment, until her son began to eat her out--she'd closed her eyes and purred, moaning softly, at that. Sam absolutely loved getting oral... but he wasn't half bad at giving it, either.

Quickly, the tiger felt a climax fast approaching. Complying with his sister's wishes, he dismounted her, rapidly, and moved to her face, pawing at himself. Sara opened her maw and gave Sam a pleading look, caressing his balls with her paw. Licking at his member slightly, the tigress kept her eyes open until the sheer volume of cum that her brother gave her forced her to close them.

Letting out a moan of pleasure, Sara felt shot after shot of the tiger's thick, creamy seed cover her face. After he'd ejaculated eight or nine times, Sara cautiously opened her eyes, and was forced to quickly shut them, again, as a final wet splurt of Sam's cum covered her forehead.

Waiting longer, this time, the tigress giggled quietly as she heard her brother pant and lay down, exhausted, for the moment. She started to clean her face off with her paws as Jasmine scooted over to assist her daughter--the two females started to kiss, each tasting a relatively equal share of Sam's sweet cum.

Soon, Sara's face was nicely cleaned, but her mother began to affectionately lap at and kiss the younger tigress. Purring, she wrapped her arms around Jasmine and kissed back, nipping at her mother's cheekfur every few seconds.

Sam mostly watched, for a few moments, still spent, as his mother and sister moved into the tested and true 69 position, with Sara on top, for once. The tigresses used their tongues skillfully; it was hard to conceive that they'd only discovered their love for each another, and their own gender in general, mere years ago.

Eventually, the tiger got involved, as his member started to harden again. He stroked his sister's sides encouragingly, kneading her soft fur in his paws, kissing at his mother's breast from time to time. Soon, both tigresses were moaning as they continued to nibble on one another, and Sam was free to merely pet both of them as they hit their respective climaxes within seconds of one another.

They continued to grind their hips needingly for a few moments, purring audibly. Sam merely smiled and sat back, fully erect cock in paw, to wait for the females to come to him again.

It didn't take the tigresses long at all to notice that their male was waiting for them, so, both of them, even Jasmine, got on all fours, and lasciviously, teasingly crawled towards him. Sam waited, patiently, purring in anticipation as the two tigresses kissed their way up his thighs to his member.

It was obvious that he was only being warmed up for something else; they used far too much saliva and not enough friction for their intentions to be an orally induced climax. Sam's member was lubricated in the most efficient and pleasurable way, by two distinctive, female maws--he ground his hips upwards, moaning quietly, meeting eyes with both tigresses at once, somehow, as they kissed each another around the girth of his member, their mouths stuffed with his tasty, rigid cock.

The tiger's paws slowly, instinctively moved to plant themselves atop the females' heads. Purring, both nuzzled Sam's furred appendages, before Jasmine crawled up, straddling her son, while Sara remained to gently, submissively suck on the tiger's balls, warming them up for a big finish.

Sam's mother grinded against him, rubbing her damp, needy slit against his lower abs, looking down at him naughtily, one paw behind his head. The tiger didn't resist at all as his head was buried in Jasmine's soft, perfectly proportioned rack--one of his paws moved to place itself on her back, whereas the other remained atop Sara's head, occasionally stroking through her hair.

In a gentle yet dominant and controlling manner, Jasmine pressed her son down, so that he lay, back down, on the bed. Purring, she leaned over him, her silky hair cascading to curtain aside his face, and gave his nose a kiss, then a slight nip. Sam purred at the treatment, rubbing his mother's back gently, as she looked down, taking his member into her paw.

Jasmine closed her eyes and moaned, loudly, as she slowly pressed her son's massive member into her hot, tight slit. The tigress ground herself against him, holding the base of his cock with her paw as she slowly lowered herself, farther and farther, until there was no more of Sam's member for her pussy to envelope.

She supported herself, then, by placing her paws on either side of Sam's head. Moaning, Jasmine looked down at him, before licking her son's snout, rubbing her breasts against his face again.

"Oh, Sam... you're so big... I love the way you stretch me like this..." Jasmine then gasped, moaning even louder, as he daughter unexpectedly gave her clit a kiss, directly where it was spread by the tiger's massive member.

He had no reply to that, except for a groan of his own, and a gentle rolling motion that his hips made, as both of his arms wrapped around the small of his mother's back. Sara continued to kiss and lap at the union of her brother and mother, as Jasmine started to ride her own son.

Mostly, the older tigress slid back and forth, horizontally, rubbing as much of her body against her son's as possible. Pressing her chest against his face so vigorously that it seemed she might asphyxiate the male, Jasmine hissed in ecstasy, moaning, alternatively kissing and nipping at Sam's head.

"Is this good, my precious little cub?" the tigress groaned, looking down at her son. "Am I taking care of you well?"

"Oh, yes, Mom," Sam murmured, sucking his mother's breasts thankfully, "I love it when you ride me like this..."

Sam purred into his mother's breasts, shaking his head from side to side, enjoying their perfect, soft curves. He thrusted upwards, massaging Jasmine's slit with his girthy member, still holding her to him, tighly.

Eventually, the tigress adjusted her position, somewhat. She sat up on top of Sam, giving him a view that couldn't easily be beat--he was able to see his mother in her entirety; from her slit, to her creamy underbelly, to her breasts, to her pleasured, moaning face.

Sara moved up, at that, and covered her brother in kisses as Jasmine gyrated her hips in teasing, slow patterns, mashing Sam's hips down, so he couldn't thrust very far. The older tigress was moaning loudly as she forced her son's long member to rub against her G-spot--after he made her climax... she and Sara would finish him off in a manner that would have him begging for an encore for weeks.

Kissing her brother hungrily, muffling any moans or other sounds of pleasure he might make with her maw, Sara rubbed his flat, toned body with her paw. She could tell that her mother was nearing a climax, and gently caught Sam's tongue in her teeth, tugging on it, just a little.

Sam gave his sister a desperate look as the tigress drew her head back, looking down at her brother. His paws were on her breasts, but when she tugged his tongue like this... he couldn't watch his mother bounce up and down on his cock.

The tigress complied, after a moment, and cheekrubbed her brother, caressing his balls with her paw, again, so that both could watch, together, from a similar angle, even, as Jasmine finally hit her climax.

She moaned loudly, shivering in ecstasy, as a very moderate amount of her tangy juices spilled over Sam's massive member. Riding him for a few seconds yet, the tigress purred to herself, sucking on her own fingers, before looking down at her son, and laughing once.

Jasmine pressed her forehead against the tiger's, purring deeply. She nipped at his upper lip, nuzzling him affectionately, nude form pressed against his.

"Ah, Sam," the tigress smiled, as the two striped forms remained one, for the moment. She paused, gathering her nerve, for a moment--dirty talking wasn't normally something she did. "Your... big, sexy cock... it made me cum so quickly, my lovely, delicious son..."

Mother and son shared an affectionate kiss, then, as Jasmine let the tiger's ever-hard member slowly slide out of her. Then, she began to slide her way back down--Sara joined her, then, so Sam was able to watch and feel as the two tigresses kissed and nuzzled their way down his nicely defined torso.

Sam raised himself up on his paws, slightly, so he could see what was going on. And the instant he did, he moaned in pleasure, cock twitching, precumming, ever so slightly.

This team blowjob, so to speak, was different from the others that Sam had received in his career. For one thing, the tigresses only slightly bobbed their heads up and down on his cock, so pleasure and a climax were coming almost painfully slowly. For another, the tiger had never, ever seen his mother so submissive before.

Only on occasion did Jasmine so much as kiss or lick her son's furred sack, but now, she was actually sucking his balls hungrily, in an almost Sara-like manner. Of course, the older tigress was blushing, greatly, too embarrassed to meet her son's eyes... until Sam reached down and tenderly, encouragingly, _thankfully_stroked her hair, petting her lovingly.

She was a little more enthusiastic after that.

Mostly, Sara kissed and licked her brother's massive cock, nuzzling it from time to time. She'd sometimes take just the head into her maw and lick it in circles, before gently pushing herself down, deepthroating her own little brother, looking up at him with a mawful of his cock, purring to vibrate it, just so.

The younger tigress treated Sam right, slurping away any excess saliva and precum that was produced by her affections. Cheekily, she nipped--gently--at her brother's appendage, from time to time, letting him feel the sharpness of her teeth in the most intimate way.

After a few moments, the tigresses switched positions. Sara hungrily sucked on Sam's balls, nuzzling them every few seconds; something that Jasmine would probably never be able to bring herself to do. What the older tigress could do, however, was suck her sweet little boy off with enough enthusiasm and skill to make him moan in ecstasy.

She stroked him with her paw, occasionally using her spare appendage to pet her daughter. Jasmine sometimes cheekrubbed the head of Sam's member; sometimes cockslapped her cheek with its rigid side. Mostly, though, she softly, gently, repeatedly deepthroated him--not all the way, but a great, great deal farther than most females could.

Wriggling her head from side to side with her son's member still enclosed in its soft, warm, wet, Jasmine made him grind against her wantingly, needingly. Sara still sucked on Sam's balls tenderly, warming them up for a big finish... and when she sensed that her cute little brother was going to cum, soon, she scooted up, sharing his cock with her mother.

The two tigresses didn't rush Sam along to a climax at all. Rather, they licked at the crown of Sam's head, where it met his shaft--by closing their eyes and purring loudly, stroking at his member with their paws, sometimes kissing him, they made him moan, paws atop their heads, cock throbbing needingly.

They met his eyes when they felt him just barely holding back an explosive climax, giving him sultry, hungry looks, even as they continued to lap at the tip of his fat cock. Purring, they shared a brief glance, deciding who would catch Sam's cum--Jasmine was selected.

Sam gave a long, low moan, and a final thrust, as he hit his climax. The tigresses reacted perfectly--Sara moved out of the way so her mother could open her maw, positioning it in front of the tiger's pulsating, throbbing cock.

Jasmine caught every one of the eight or nine strands of creamy, sweet cum that her son gave her, taking them all into her maw. Of course, due to the force with which Sam fed her, quite a few droplets of his spunk splashed into her face and breasts; more still overflowed, dribbling down the tigress's chin to land on her chest or underbelly.

As the tiger watched, his sister began to lick his cum off his mother's breasts and face. Sara did her work tenderly, purring as she nuzzled the older tigress, moving slowly up to meet Jasmine's eyes, for a moment, before kissing her.

It was difficult for the two females to kiss due to the volume of cum in Jasmine's maw, but they pulled it off. The spermswap was slow and loving; both tigresses moaned as Sam's massive climax flowed from Jasmine's mouth to Sara's. Both were able to drink plenty of the delicious, protein-rich fluid, swallowing several times to get it all down.

Sam panted, purring in pleasure as he watched his sister and mother play with his cum, using their tongues to transport it from one maw to the other. When they were finished, they didn't simply end things, though. They kissed at the tiger's oversensitive cock thankfully, lapping at his spent balls. Jasmine rubbed her son's abdomen, while Sara stroked her mother's hair, cuddling herself against both other felines.

The threesome ended slowly, like that, with both females hugging Sam around his hips, nuzzling him, purring to one another. The tiger petted both of them, stroking their soft, silky hair, for a few moments, before coaxing them into coming up so that he could hug them to him.

They complied, and, for a good fifteen minutes, the family rested, sharing the occasional, tired kiss. After that, though... it was time to wind things down.

Sara sat up first, giving her hair a toss, as she started to dress again, wearing short shorts and a tank top; far more than she usually did, out of respect for the fact that her brother had company over.

"Think your buddies have missed you?" the young tigress asked, as she sat back down on the bed, for a moment, holding paws with Sam.

"Not in the state they're in," the tiger grinned, rolling they're eyes. "I bet they're still smashed."

"Tsk, tsk, it is as they say, Samir... drugs are bad, yes?" Jasmine murmured, laying down for a brief catnap.

"DARE doesn't work on everyone, Mom," Sam said, leaving the bed to put on his clothes, though not before covering his mother's nude form with a few blankets. The tiger paused, though, fully dressed, smiling at the two females, who were still cuddling with one another. "You guys were great. Thanks."

As Sam had predicted, Amir, Max, and Jin hadn't noticed his absence. The tiger slipped back into the game room, quietly, acting as if he'd never left. His scent wasn't different than it usually was, wound inextricably with those of his mother and sister.

As their highs came to a close, so did their patience for videogames--soon, it was time for real fun.

Biking across the mountains so late at night was incredibly dangerous, and very arguably stupid, as well. As dawn, neared, though--save for a few scratches, here and there--they were unhurt.

Soon after that, though, fatigue started to set in, and it was time for Sam's friends to leave. The tiger was somewhat sad to see them leave so soon, but as he waved his goodbyes, and went back inside, his spirits perked up. He had just enough time to grab a good morning blowjob from Sara, then sleep until it was time to produce another video. Life was good.

(If you review, please give me ideas for what to do in the next chapter. See you soon!)