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"I swear... this place never changes..."

It appeared over the hillside; a black van, driving on a dusty road between massive fields of golden hay. The sun was starting to set over the horizon, casting the skies in a myriad of brilliant colors ranging from reds, oranges, and even pinks. In the distance, one could see a building, standing tall away from signs of civilization. It was old... but appropriate for its surroundings out here in these great fields. Though it broke up the vast splendor of the fields, the building was not alone, for it had a barn and a windmill resting beside it, like a farm right out of an old cartoon.

Are you driving away from Document City? Go passed Emerald Hills, head through the mountains, take Highway 98, for an hour and a half, and you'd find yourself coming to more rural areas of the country. While the mountains are still visible, they break open to vast fields of greenery, and even forests in the distance. More humble buildings dot the landscape as well, while you come ever closer to Document's neighboring city of Eastgate. It's a small little metropolis compared to its sister city, but one that plays host to many farmlands, young and old.

Though mostly old... so very, very old.

Even as far as said farmlands go, this one was a little out of the way. Taking a road that splits off to side roads, that itself splits off into more side roads, and you'd find yourself coming to these farmland; the Golden Fringe it was called back in the day. And with all the hey growing so healthily and tall, you can see why it was once called that.

"Why the long face, boyo? Not looking forward to it?" muttered the gruff, large man at the wheel of the car.

"Tch...you aren't even looking forward to it," replied the young man at his side, who straightened up whilst cracking a few bones in his neck.

"C'mon, don't say that. It's like old times, kiddo. Like old times..."

The van they were in drove closer to the barn, passing through its aged fence and the name of this seemingly forgotten homestead.

Cartwright.

Their van came to a halt right outside of the farm's front doors, parked gently to one side before steadily dying to a halt. After a couple of moments, the doors to the van opened, and two beings emerged.

The driver of the car was first, and he was by far the largest man around. A big, burly bull, his fur was black, his eyes a steely brown, and his hair was... surprisingly long. When he emerged, it was hard to not notice him, cracking the bones in his neck and back as he grunted. Wearing nothing more than a jacket over a white shirt and some jeans, he very much looked like your average joe, even if he had more height and even more muscle to him than your star football player.

By comparison, the young man who stepped out of the car beside him was practically a runt. He shared almost no qualities with that of the man at his side, be it his height, his burly stature, or even his species! Instead of being a tall, muscular black bull of Adonis-like proportions, he was a short fox, just on the cusp of turning nineteen, his fur a stormy-gray, with jet black hair, and a fluffy tail with a pure white tip. His eye however were steely and blue, looking left and right upon his surroundings as he brushed his hand through his well groomed hair. His expression was... standoffish, to put it lightly. He clearly did not want to be here, but the burly man at his side either didn't know, or didn't care... or he hoped that the fox would soon care himself.

This old house before them... it had a lot memories stored within its aged walls. The style and structure of this house was similar to your average, midwestern farmland back in the seventies. A large building that took up a lot of space of a wide perimeter, with a big, dusty porch, and a garage resting beside it. This place even had a tree in the front lawn with your stereotypical car wheel swing attached to it... though said swing had long since torn a part, and the wheel was merely resting against said tree with a basin of disgusting water bubbling within it.

Its strange in a way. Gazing at this place both brought a forlorn expression to both the bull and the fox beside him, for both similar yet also different reasons. Still, the older man was quick to smile, hoping to lighten the sullen mood around them, especially from the fox at his side.

"C'mon, smile more, Timmy!" he said whilst placing his hand on the fox's shoulder, "It'll be like old times, remember? You used to spend summers with your grandparents all the time!"

"Yeah, back when they were alive," the fox replied as he stepped away, tugging on his backpack strap as he did so, "But staying here now for the summer with... haah..." he shook his head, his expression growing forlorn, "It's... it's just not going to be the same without them, you know. And it's not going to be the same with them."

"Hey now, Timmy... don't refer to your family like that," the bull said, "Just because you haven't seen them in a while..." he stopped himself as he overlooked the building before them, "They're still your family."

"But it's been years, dad. Over ten of them," the fox replied as he shook his head, "Things aren't going to be the same because of that..."

"Well... yeah, but change is not always a bad thing," the bull - his father - replied, "Hell, sometimes change can go from being a bad thing to a good thing!" his gaze shifted back to the house in front of them, "If I had never gotten laid off from my first job, I would have never met your mom, and then I would have never had you and your sister! That was a bad thing that shifted into a good one, don't you think?"

"Ugh... if I hear that story again," the fox muttered, to which his father gave him a cheeky grin.

"And you'll keep hearin' it until you die!"

"Don't you mean until you die?"

"Heh heh! I ain't plannin' on dyin' anytime soon, son of mine," the bull replied whilst grinning, his gaze shifting over to the garage of the home, "Now, see that? The tracks in the dirt? Looks like they're already here. C'mon, boyo! Let's get a goin'!"

"Hrrgh..."

Timothy Cartwright, son of John Cartwright and his wife, Lola Cartwright, and older brother to Sherry Cartwright. Of which, his sister and mother were still at their home in Document City. It was a yearly tradition in the household for him - and his sister for a time - to spend their Summer Vacations with their grandparents at the old Cartwright homestead here outside of Eastgate. But that all changed when - a few years ago - his grandparents... well...

"Let us see, let us see," his father muttered as he walked up towards the front doors of the home, his hand forming into a fist, KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "Oi! Anyone home! It's me, Johnny! Reina! Ya there!?"

Following his father's loud knocking, the two stood outside for a few moments too long, before the sound of footsteps echoed into their ears. The door before them opened up, revealing...

A tall wolf.

A tall black wolf.

A tall black wolf with horns.

As one would suspect, the term hybrid is used to describe a person who has attributes belonging to two - or sometimes even _three_or more - different species. Usually when you think of a hybrid, the idea of a human-beastkin hybrid comes to mind, or a 'kemonomimi'. You know: human body, though cat ears and cat tail, or reptilian tail and reptilian eyes; that sort of thing. But the young woman before them was a beastkin hybrid, being half wolf, half goat. However, where as goat horns usually come from the top of his head and streaked back, her horns came from the sides of her head and pointed up.

She was taller than Tim was, but shorter than his father, coming face to his chest, where as Tim himself came face to her stomach. She also had this cool, flawless look in her chilling red eyes... though that face grew bright as she met the gaze of the bull in front of her.

"Uncle Johnny?" she said, bringing a wide grin to his lips.

"Heeeeeyy!!! Niiinaaaa!" his father cried, his raucous roar shaking the building as he swept his niece up into his arms, "It's been so long! I swear, you were still coming up to my hip when I last saw you!"

"We saw each other last year, remember?" she muttered as she hugged back, her tone equal parts jokey and annoyed, "You must be thinking of Lime!"

"Oh right... heh! Still!" he hugged her tight, "Mmmmm! It's so good to see you again! We don't spend enough time with one another, do we!" he pulled away then, his eyes sweeping around to fall upon his son, "Ah! Righto! Timmy, come over and say hi to your cousin Tina!"

"Uh-huh... right..." he muttered as he stepped forward with his towering cousin, "Heya... Tina."

It's always a strange feeling when you're shorter than a family member who's taller than you, isn't it? Tim thought that to himself as he looked up towards the red-eyed wolf, meeting her gaze which appeared so domineering. He'd be intimidated... if this wasn't already a common problem for him in a world where people just naturally loom over you.

And as far as Tina felt, well, it was just like old times.

"Heya,older cuz," she said whilst laying her arm on his head, making him grunt.

"Like, who the heck says that?" Tim said as he knocked away her hand, "What? Do you call my sister 'littlest' cuz?"

"Well... depends on if she gets taller than you, which going by her age and how tall she already is," Tina said as her voice trailed off, much to Tim's annoyance.

"Okay, okay, I get it," the fox growled, though the sound of his father chuckling echoed into his ears, "Heeey! Dad!?"

"Hah hah! Sorry, Timmy! Just uh... reminded me of my own cousins back in the day, I swear," John claimed, his hands shaking in a defensive manner as his son pouted, "Anyway, Tina, where's your mom at?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. She's right--"

"Here..." a voice called, cutting her off.

Tina stared over her shoulder, before stepping aside to reveal the main living area of the home. As one would suspect of a place that once belonged to an elderly bull and goat, it gave off a rustic and aged vibes. Wooden pieces of furniture such as the coffee table in the center, the couches and chairs having a floral print on it, the flat screen TV that rested atop a TV that, honestly, may be older than Timmy himself, and of course, the oddly Victorian architecture of the walls, floors, ceiling, and even the support beams.

But... it was all so very empty. Gazing around, Tim remembered times in his youth where he'd run round this place, ducking and dodging through its various pieces of furniture as his grandfather or grandmother chased him down. Oh, how he laughed whenever they caught him, and how he'd fall asleep on their couch, or on the rug, or in one of their arms. And now that they were both gone, he just... this place just... just...

Thump... thump... thump...

Stepping forward, Tim's gaze fell on the staircase to the home, looking up where he saw feet descending down. Step by step, the powerful boots of a tall being slowly descended down to meet them. The height was similar to that of his father's... but everything else... well...

She was a woman. Hair silver, no... platinum, which fell and fell and fell... and fell some more. It swayed left and right behind her back; lovely locks of beauty. If one could only capture those strands in metal, they would collect silver in its rawest form.

But her body, her fur. From head to toe she was covered in snow-white fur. It lacked any sort of grime or mud or dirt or anything, an act which was incredibly difficult, even for someone with gray fur like himself. With her snow-white fur and silver-white hair, she gave off the aura of a specter or a ghost, a phantom.

And that feeling was only compounded when one gazes into her eyes.

Red. As red as blood. No. As red as rubies. No. As red as the setting sun on a sandy coastline. The kind of sharp red eyes which could penetrate and overwhelm you. The kind of red eyes you'd think of first when standing in a dark, shadowy alley. The perfect red eyes to belong to a ghost like her.

But... she wasn't a ghost, was she? When one thinks of a ghost, they think of something flimsy and translucent.

She was anything but.

This woman was tall, a looming height and stature which would tower over her fellow species. Even her red horns - which jutted from the sides of her head and pointed up - appeared to be longer and even sharper than what was necessary. Her figure was like that of a toned athletic; strong and imposing... yet still so shapely and feminine. She was no body-builder, no overly muscular Adonis, like his father. No, she retained her femininity, owning a slim waist, wider hips, and... perhaps the _bustiest_chest he'd ever seen.

She was an albino goat, wearing a jean jumpsuit and boots that gave her a very hardworking vibe. This feeling was only exacerbated when she finally came downstairs to join them, for her red eyes were pensive and sharp, almost even annoyed. But when Tim saw her - when his eyes met her eyes - he did not feel belittled or small, no...

He was enthralled. Was this really...?

"A... Aunt Reina...?" Timothy said before his father could even speak.

She shifted her hands to her hip and cocked her head, her expression remaining daunting and powerful... only to shift into a smile soon after.

"Hey, Tim," said the goat as she stepped forward, fiddling briefly with the zipper of her jumpsuit as her red eyes locked squarely upon her nephew.

"Hey Reina! How's it goin'?" John was quick to interject, garnering a sharp glare from his sister.

"Won't you quiet down, you big bull!?" she shouted, jostling him in place, "I ain't drive full two days straight to come here and have you scream my ears off? Rrrgh...!"

"Heh heh... sorry, Reina," the bull muttered, before bringing his son over, "Anyway, I know I said it before, but my wife told me to say it again; I'm happy you agreed to look after Timothy over the summer. He used to do this all the time with mom and dad but... well..." he looked up and around, "You know... still, I don't want you goin' easy on them for my sake."

"Daaaad..." Tim muttered as he averted his eyes, an embarrassed red blush even appearing on his cheeks.

"Ugh... don't worry about it, I got the kiddo," Reina said as she reached out for her nephew, grabbing him by his shoulder and pulling him in.

Whump!

His face pressed up against her large, amazonian side, nose meeting the jean fabric of her jumpsuit... and the odor soaked within its stitches. It was this intense... burly smell, he'd have to say. Lovely and delicious, which made his tail straighten up a bit. He'd never smelled something so strong, something so intense before. So much sweat, so bitter, yet to so hot, and so good.

"I just woke up from sleeping. It gets hot up in those upstairs rooms," Reina said as she eyed her brother, who rolled his eyes.

"I get it, I was too loud, ugh!" the bull muttered in a dismissive manner, "I uh... I hope you weren't wearing that jumpsuit during your sleep then..."

"Aaaaaaand while I was driving," she replied with a roll of her eyes, "Haaah... I think I've spent the last... day and a half wearing this shit..." she straightened up, cracking a few bones in her neck and spine as she did so, "It's pretty much a second layer of skin for me by now..."

Oh? Is that why she smelled like this? Because of...? Oh my...

"Well... I hope the water in this place still works, hah... you're gonna need it, Reina..." John said slyly, garnering a sharp glare from his sister.

"Shouldn't you be driving back home by now? I have your son; this is what we agreed upon, isn't it?" the goat remarked with dismissive roll of her eyes, already annoyed by her brother's attitude.

"Uhhhh... heh... yeah, we should," he muttered before shifting his eyes towards his son, "Heya, Tim! C'mon, let's go get your things out of the car."

But... the fox was hesitant to pull way, not immediately anyway. He waited a few moments, his hands even softly clinching upon Reina's side as her grip on his shoulders grew lax. Looking up, his blue eyes met her red ones, and the indifferent scowl she had on her face. She exuded a cool and casual air around her, coupled with her mature looks, and her powerful physique.

Tim was...

_Attracted_to it?

"Uh... Timothy?" muttered his father.

"Huh? Oh... y-yeah... I'm coming."

...

This room... it was... larger than he remembered it being last.

Rolling his suitcase up to the edge of this dust covered bed, Tim gazed around the vacant room he was in. There was a chair there near the window, a vanity mirror attached to a drawer resting beside the closet, a... rather random chest that he remembered playing with in his youth, and... hat's it. Aside from the rug and curtains, the room as rather plan and devoid of life. In fact, it came off more as a place that had only recently been cleaned out of something, like there was a lot of junk in here just a few days ago, but all of it has now been removed. It left it with a lot of space for him to move around in.

"Let's see here..." he muttered curiously as he pulled out his smartphone, "At least the internet is still running here... I don't think I could survive an entire summer without it."

He fiddled with it briefly, checking social media to see what all of his friends were up to. And... he immediately regretted that decision. His friend Lucy was over at Oceanside with her parents, his other friend Adrian flew across the ocean to Belmond, and his other other friend Adler was visiting family in Schonheit, where Ava Rain was going to perform. Yes, that Ava Rain!

And for some reason, everyone decided to post how much fun they were having! Like, damn, is it not painful enough that he's here, on this dusty old farm in the middle of scenic nowhere, wasting the last few months of freedom he has before college, while all of his friends have amazing vacations in such beautiful locals? No, the universe must really rub his nose in this fact too? Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if one of these days he sees a post from his sister, as she, their mom and dad go on vacation to, where, Palm Cove?

"Urrrghgghghghghghg... this is the pits..." Timothy muttered as he palmed his face in annoyance, falling back in his bed where-- "Ackh!?"

Yeah, falling into a bed caked in dust? Probably not the smartest thing he could do...

"Mmmggghhh!? Nasty!"

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Hey! Tim! Ya in there?"

The door parted open slightly while he drew his eyes over. In the slight gape frame, he saw the tall, looming body of his aunt. She was still wearing her jean jumpsuit... but...

It was unzipped slightly, specifically, it was zipped down to the bottom of her chest. Meaning that uh... meaning that uhh... oh boy... well... guess there's no easy way to put it, huh?

Reina was stacked.

Tim wasn't sure if her breasts were naturally this lofty, or her bra was doing most of the work, but it didn't matter. His aunt breasts were quite possibly the biggest, roundest pair of tits he's ever seen. Of course, it was held back into the tight cleavage of her jumpsuit, but those two, furry white orbs still stared him in the face. And he stared back, immobile and shocked, his mouth slightly gaping as his aunt looked back at him...

Where her face twitched into an annoyed scowl.

"Hey! The hell are ya lookin' at, Tim!?" Reina shouted, whipping her nephew into place.

"S-sorry, Aunt Reina!" he replied, looking down at the ground in an attempt to avert his eyes... but that didn't work.

"Hey! Tim! Look at me in the face when I'm talkin' to ya!" she shouted, making him do just that as his eyes snapped upon the gaze of her red eyes.

Reina was a tall and powerful goat... and she knew it. It's as if her overbearing stature also contorted her demeanor, making her into a very loud, and seemingly angry woman. Despite that, Tim wasn't afraid that she'd hit him or anything like that, no, he just didn't get the vibe from his aunt. His ears sure hurt though...

"Haaaah... urrgh... hey, look Tim, sorry for raisin' my voice there," Reina suddenly apologized whilst scratching the back of her head, "I just was... driving for days on end, then I get here, and my daughters and I have been cleaning this place out... haaah... I'm still on edge, I suppose."

"Uhh... r-right... um..." Timothy replied, though he wasn't really sure how to respond.

"Hey... hey! Come here," Reina suddenly said, grabbing him by the shoulders where she pulled him in.

"Mmfff!?"

But... did she have to pull him in straight towards her breasts?

Tim's face pressed up against her bosom, making his cheeks puff as he - once again - took in the hot, sweaty odor of his aunt's body. Now however, he had the comfort of her large chest to lean against, which made his cheeks turn red with embarrassment. He was so close,sooooooo close to his aunt's breasts. His blue eyes shamelessly peered down towards that gaping cleavage, just wanting too--

"Hey, Tim, I know this probably wasn't what you wanted this summer, but I'm happy you decided to come along anyway," Reina said, her hand gently stroking the back of his head, "I'm really gonna need your help whippin' this farm back in tip-top shape. Tina and Lime sure don't know anything about farmin'. But back in the day, that's how we made our livin', your father and I when we were little and runnin' through here like dumbasses."

"Uuhhh... right... umm..." Tim muttered as he pulled his head away from his aunt's bosom, "Aunt Reina... I just wanted to say uhh... like..." he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, "I wasn't there at the funeral but... I want to say... sorry for what happened to Uncle Kirk."

He frowned, fearing that bringing up her late husband wold also bring a sour mood to his aunt. But when he looked up, he saw a soft smile on her face. Before he could speak, Reina tugged her nephew in, once again pressing his face up against her breasts.

"Heh heh! That's so kind of you, Tim!" she said whilst shaking her head, "But I've already made my peace with the accident, 'kay? It's why I'm here in the first place. Haaah..." she palmed her head with her other hand, "I hate havin' to uproot my family like I did, but we couldn't keep living in Willington without my husband. Still, I remember a thing or two about runnin' a farm, so gettin' this harvest down is gonna be easy. Especially with you here! Besides, your dad wanted me to help you bulk up before you head off for college, so let's make this summer vacation a great one!"

"Hmmm... y-yeah..."

She swung her arm in the air before laughing in a hardy manner, something that made Tim chuckle along. But with how tall she was and where he was positioned, when Reina began laughing, her breasts began bouncing, which... yeah, it attracted his eyes over. He - rather unabashedly - watched as his aunt's chest wobbled with her every loud and boisterous laugh.

Just like... wow...

"Alright! Let's get goin', Timmy. I'll send Lime to wake ya up in the mornin'. I hope you're lookin' forward to it!"

"Uuuuhhhh..."

His blue eyes leered at her chest, before slowly sweeping up towards her smirking face and piercing red eyes. Had she not noticed his lecherous, perverted, if not accidental gazes? No? Good, because not even he knew what was going on within him.

Reina was his aunt, and yet...

...

One thing that hasn't changed about the farmlands? The shear size of it. The Golden Fringe was a large, large place. For as far as the eye could see, there were lands ripe for the plowing and sowing, and all of it belonged to his family. Unfortunate then that it had been years since it had been properly seen to.

Standing on the outskirts of the old hay barn, Tim fiddled with the gloves on his hands. The afternoon sun was standing tall in the skies behind him, illuminating the farmland in a sea of yellow. It was the next morning following his arrival to the farms, yet he was already expected to work hard in preparing the fields. His Aunt Reina was not the type of woman who lollygags around, as he was starting to learn.

And yet...

"Where is she...?"

"Huh? Oh Mom?" a voice came from behind, making him turn, "She's getting dressed I'm sure."

Looking over his shoulder, his eyes befell a young, red eyed wolf girl, her hair black, though with a slight red tinge to it. She was wearing burgundy overalls, a yellow shirt, some boots, and had a cold cup of water in hand. She... also had horns jutting from the side of her head, showing she was a hybrid, much like her older sister.

"Lime, where's Aunt Reina at," Tim asked, making his younger cousin giggle.

"Like I said; she's getting dressed," she replied with a wide grin on her lips, "Mom always takes her time, but she's super excited with this! She loves to work!"

"Who... what? Who 'loves' to work?"

"Heh heh! Wow, you really haven't seen Mom in a while, huh?" Lime replied, to which he rolled his eyes.

"I constantly feel like everyone's telling a joke I'm just not getting," he muttered in response, making his young cousin giggle all the more.

She opened her mouth to speak soon after, but the powerful jaunts of footsteps came echoing into both of their ears. Looking over, the fox and wolf came face to face with the one woman who could create such sounds on the farmland. But, wait, no; not face to face for Tim, but instead face to chest, because of course.

And quite the chest indeed.

He'd weened himself last night off of the images of his aunt's bosom. He shouldn't have even been thinking about such a thing in the first place, but whatever. Once she vanished from view, the sight of her cleavage in that jean jumpsuit was quick to leave his mind... okay, it was slow to leave his mind, but it left his mind nonetheless!

But now... now!? Oooooh now...

Reina was wearing a blue shortalls... and seemingly nothing else. Her tall, white-furred body was on full display, with her powerful shoulders, her toned arms, her voluptuous figure because of course those overalls tied close to her figure, her wide hips, those muscular thighs and legs because the shortalls didn't even come down to her knees, and of course, her breasts. He big, large, busty, breasts. Like last night, he found his gaze attracted to her chest first, coming face to face with her plunging cleavage where he realized that - thankfully - she wasn't completely nude beneath those overalls. Reina was wearing a sports bra! Which... may not really mean much in the grand scheme of things...

"Ah! Great, there you are, Tim," said the goat momma as she stepped towards her nephew, making him step back as his tail sprung up, "I was lookin' around the house for you; I didn't realize you came out already."

"A-A-Aunt Reina!?" he replied, cheeks forming a blush as her tall, towering stature loomed over his diminutive one, "What are... uhhh..."

"What? What am I doing here? I know you're your father's son, Tim, but don't ask stupid questions," Reina muttered as she gestured with her head towards the fields, "C'mon, c'mon! We've got work to do!"

Stepping up to the barn, she put her hands to the wide doors, and with a mighty--

"HAAAAH!"

PUSH!!!

The doors came sliding open, revealing inside an old truck, a bunch of old farming tools, and the largest vehicle of them all, a surprisingly well-kept crop machine. Reaching her hand into her pocket, Reina pulled out a pair of keys, then looked at her nephew with a grin on her lips.

"That hay is nearly as tall as I am, so we're gonna be at it for a while, Tim," Rein said as her other hand grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him in close, "Then we have to take all the hay bails and store them inside one of the barns, so I hope you're ready for a long, long day."

But Tim was hesitant to speak, instead looking up at Reina and her bosom as he was - naturally - tugged against her chest. And the smell... oooooooooh the smell.

Why did Reina smell so damn good!? And things... things weren't going to be getting any better.

"Alright, Tim. Hop in," said his aunt as she pointed at the crop machine.

"Ooooooooh dearrrr..." he muttered back.

...

Thuga-Thuga-Thuga-Thuga-Thuga-Thuga!!!

The rumbling crop machine beneath him, the rather unpleasant and old leather seats that trapped heat, and the thick smell of oil that permeated the air around them... all of this was so familiar and nostalgic for the young fox. The only difference would be the person he was riding with. He wasn't bumping on the knee of an old bull, but instead...

"Good thing this shit still works... I was afraid I'd need to buy new parts for this old girl... hm... does anyone even make parts for crop machines anymore?"

Reina's hands laid on the steering wheel, casually driving the crop machine as she gazed through the somewhat dusty windows of this aged vehicle. Before them was a sea of hay, while behind them were stacks of it, for the machine tore them up, compacted them into rectangles, then tossed them out behind. For a vehicle that was older than Tim was, it sure got the job done.

If only it wasn't so... well... as his late grandmother would say, if only it wasn't so herky-jerky.

The crop machine bounced up and down as Reina commanded it, which made for an uncomfortable ride. The albino goat wasn't bothered however, and she kept her red eyes locked on the fields before them. The same could not be said for Tim, and for one good reason.

Weren't sports bras supposed to... ya'know? Like... _compress_and hold down? Ya'know? Like... keep them held in place so they _don't_jiggle and bounce around while one is running and, well, just working out in general? So uh... why the hell wasn't it working!?

Reina's breasts were bouncing. No, Reina's breasts were bouncing. Every jostle, every jerk, every bound of the crop machine, made his aunt's chest jiggle so damn _hypnotically!_Watching them jiggle about was paramount to watching to lovely marshmallows dance in his face. His aunt's breasts bounced up, wobbled down, only to bounce up again. Sometimes the crop machine would jerk left, then right, making her breasts follow suit. Every motion, followed without hesitation.

And things... weren't getting any easier for Tim and his tightening pants.

"Haaaah... shit... this is takin' too damn long," Reina muttered whilst reclining in her chair, sonorous groans even leaving her lips in a relaxed manner.

She kept one hand on the steering wheel; her left hand specifically. Meaning that her right hand fell back, no longer blocking whatever minuscule view of her breasts Tim had. Her bouncing bosom once again began taunting her nephew, teasing him, enthralling him. He couldn't look anywhere but at those two tits as they jiggled and jostled, while their crop machine trudged on.

"Shit... it's hot in here, ain't it?" Reina asked, to which Timothy replied with,

"Y-yeah..."

Though they seemed to be talking about two different things, because Tim suddenly covered his mouth in an embarrassed manner and looked away. His gaze cut out the dusty window beside him, seeing the barn in the distance. Whatever; he needed to look at something that wasn't_his aunt. Why the hell was he suddenly popping boners to his _aunt!? He's known Reina - quite literally - since the day he was born! She was there at the hospital in fact, and was one of the first people to hold him outside of his parents! And now here he was, getting hard to her!?

He... he'll really need to masturbate super hard tonight. Find some hot porn of, fuck, college coeds, or fucking sharkgirls, or whatever to get his mind away from his aunt!

"Oh man..." Tim muttered.

"'Oh man' indeed," Reina said, causing his ears to perk up, "I'm fuckin' cookin' in here..."

Tim's eyes widened as he gazed at the window in front of him, realizing he could see his reflection... as well as Reina's own.

His aunt moved over her right hand, slipping the straps of her overalls down her shoulders casually and quickly. Tim's eyes grew wide as she suddenly - and quite unabashedly - revealed her bra-clad chest to him. It was black and blue; black primarily, though blue along its edges and straps. More importantly, it flaunted her great cleavage, Those two tits, perfectly symmetrical, jostling about within her sports bra along with the jaunting crop machine. Endlessly taunting Tim, teasing him. And this was just through her reflection, when he turned around...

He... instantly regretted such a decision.

Now he was face to face with Reina's bosom once again, watching as they bounced and swayed. The soft white fur of her body, prickling against the edge of her bra, The bra itself which compressed her breasts just enough to give them a lift, and the realization that - if she was wearing a sports bra - then Reina's breasts were even _larger_than he originally believed.

Like... holy shit...

"So Tim... talk to me for a little bit..."

Reina request almost flew right over his little head.

"Huh!? What!?" he said, snapping his gaze up from her breast to the side of her face.

His aunt was still driving the crop machine, still focused on the land before them... but then she turned to face him, her usually abrasive face melting away into a smile.

"You're goin' to college soon, ain't ya?" asked Reina, pressing into Tim who straightened himself up.

"Y-yeah. I've been accepted into Golden Bell University," the fox stated as gave a sideways glance towards the controls of the crop machine, "It's close by to Document City, so I can still live at home while going to college. It cuts back on costs, but its still one of the best colleges this side of the country."

"Ah! That's really smart!" said Reina, her grin spreading out wider on her lips, "Heh heh! But I guess there's a reason why you're goin' to one of the best colleges around, as you said. Ya'know, your father was really proud of you when you got accepted to Golden Bell. He wouldn't shut up about it on the phone... it was gettin' kinda annoyin'..."

"Well... if you think my dad was hyped, then you'd probably be incapable of sitting in the same room as my mom," Tim stated, "She was really happy when I got that acceptance letter... uh..." he stopped himself, looking over towards Reina where his eyes looked first to her chest, then snapped up to her face, "What about you, Aunt Reina? I know you moved here because Uncle Kirk died but... are you really just gonna run the family farm?"

"For the time being, that's what it looks like," the goat replied as she cracked some bones in her neck, "I suppose you can say this is what happens to people who ain't got college degrees. I worked all my life doing contract work, ya'know? Helpin' build places and stuff. When I met Kirk, he was going to college and the like. Ya'know, we hit it off and all... hmm..."

Her face then shifted, changing from that headstrong smirk to a more forlorn smile. It was sorrowful, as if missing something or - more accurately - missing someone. Tim's face too shifted down, but his aunt was quick to give him a grin back.

"Well... Kirk was a smart man like you. He spent a lot of time at his computer," she sighed, "At the risk of sounding disrespectful, he made a lot of money doing his job. Helping big businesses keep up their... well... big businesses... aaah..." she sighed wistfully again, her grip tightening on the steering wheel, "So when he died... well... my construction work just couldn't pay the bills like it used to. We had to move here because of it. So... yeah..." she looked back at him, "That's why we're here! Heh heh! But you already know that, being a smart ass like you."

"Aaah... I wouldn't say it like that... uh..." Tim said whilst gazing away towards the window.

"Personally, I like me some hard, muddy work!" Reina stated as she gave a pump of her arm, flaunting her musculature, "And I think you have a knack for it yourself! Heh heh! I can already see it in your eyes; mom and dad's teachin's must have really stuck with ya, didn't it?"

"Well... I listened to them a lot soooo..." Tim replied whilst scratching the back of his head.

"And while you're here, helpin' out with the farm..." she shot him a sly glare, one that had his blood locking up, "You may just end up lookin' after me! Heh heh!"

"Looking... after... you...?" he repeated, trying to decipher what she was saying.

"Honestly... young pup like you... heh...! I think we'd have a lot of fun together. Heh heh! Kirk was a bit younger than me too... I always had a thing for... younger guys..."

"Wh... aun... what?"

"_PFFFFTTTT!!!_HAAHH HAAAAHHA HAAAA!!! WHAT'S WRONG, TIM! ARE YOU ACTUALLY TAKIN' THIS SERIOUSLY!? I'M JUST PULLIN' YA CHAIN IS ALL!!!"

"GAAH!? A-AUNT REINA!?!?"

She wheeled her hand over and grabbed him by his shoulders, pulling him in up close to her jiggling breasts as she continued laughing and laughing and laughing. All Tim could do in response was groan, trying to break free of his aunt's grasp, but with her strength, yeah, that wasn't happening. Deep down inside however, he was still trying to make sense of the words she said, figuring it was all nothing more than a joke... and htat he was getting his stupid, horny hopes up.

Seriously... him taking care of Reina...? Like she'd even need someone like him. She was so strong and tall and boisterous and self-sufficient and... and... and...

And so beautiful...

"Alright... enough of the jokin' times... we gotta get these hay bails back to the barn."

"Hmm... y-yeah... back to the... barn..."

...

SPLASH!

"Aaaaaah... maaaaan... I needed this... huaaaaaah..."

And how.

Seven eighteen o'clock. Oh boy.

He's used to manual labor. Sure, he may not look it, but during his high school days, he helped unload larger objects on vans. Even before that, he helped his grandparents maintain their farm, as he was doing now. And, yes, despite his smaller size and stature, his father was still a bull, and a powerful one at that; some of that strength laid within the sinew of his bones.

Some... but, ya'know, not all.

"Aaaaaaaahh... jeeeze... I'd forgotten how sore this makes me," Tim muttered to himself as he sank down to his neck in the hot waters of the bathtub.

After a long day of toiling in the fields with his aunt, the fox's body was marred down in sweat. It soaked into the fiber of his being, marring him in the odor of hard work. Even his clothes - which were nothing more than a crumpled heap resting on the toilet chair - smelled of his body and sweat. And that's not even getting into the sore muscles on his body, which twitched and throbbed and burned.

Ooooh did it burrrrn...

Raising his hand from the tub, Tim palmed his face, causing water to streak down his features. The soothing and even rejuvenating waters of the tub not only helped to calm him, but sank the fox deeper into a state of relaxation. The antics and moments of the day were steadily melted away... all save for... one...

Tim closed his eyes and...

And while you're here, helpin' out with the farm... You may just end up lookin' after me! Heh heh!

Honestly... young pup like you... heh...! I think we'd have a lot of fun together.

I always had a thing for... younger guys...

Images of his Aunt Reina assaulted him, her words dancing in his ears. They were flirtatious... _erotic_even. And from her boisterous tongue which knew not coyness or style, it was hard to take her words as anything but what they sounded like; an invitation. An invitation to what though? Well... he had an idea but...

Oh, who is he kidding; it was a joke! She was teasing him; she even said so herself! But that didn't stop her words from dancing around in his head, along with another part of her body that 'danced'.

Yes, again, those breasts beguiled him, teased him, taunted him. Closing his eyes, he imagined Reina's chest, watching them still bounce about within the crop machine. He'd spent, what, hours just watching her tits? Stuck there in the machine, talking casually with her while he saw her breasts jiggle and jostle and bounce and sway and... and everything, really!

Sports bras be damned!

But... yeah... sports bras...

His Aunt Reina was an incredibly busty woman, and that sports bra only helped tame it. So if he were able to see her without that bra, would that mean--

"Dammit Tim! What the hell is wrong with you!?" he shouted at himself, before sinking down to his chin in the waters, "She's your aunt, stupid ass... she's not even, like, an aunt through marriage... an... aunt-in-law? Whatever... haaaahh..." he closed his eyes, his head resting against the basin of the tub, "Maybe I'm just horny. I didn't masturbate last night... maybe if I do that, I could... well..."

He opened an eye, peering through the waters of the tub towards his hard, red cock. Reaching beneath the surface of the water, he tapped his cock, feeling it twitch back. His fingers then wrapped around his turgid length, drawing a moan from his lips as he closed his eyes once again. It was instantly soothing, guiding him to start pumping his hand along his penis at a steady pace. But in the darkness of his mind, he imagined...

Breasts. Bouncing busty breasts. White bouncing, busty breasts.

He was back in the crop machine, stuck with Reina inside, only now he was naked. She was dressed, wearing her overalls though they were resting down at the bottom of her breasts, flaunting her sports bra once again. And, yes, they were bouncing like mad. Now in his imagination, he could freely stroke his cock to the image of his aunt's titillating tits. His hand began moving faster, sending a surge of pleasure unlike any other through his body. All he could think about was his aunt's body; how tall she was, how strong as well, her overwhelming smell, her hardy personality, her gleaming red eyes, and yes, those bouncing breasts.

All of it, trapped forever in that crop machine with him, allowing him to stroke his cock until--

"Cumming...! Haaaah! I--"

"HEY! TIM! THE IS THE WATER HOT IN THERE!?"

"WHAT!?"

THUMP!

The door flipped open, causing him to clench his hand on his cock in a twitch movement which sent a surge of pain rumbling through his body. Tim doubled over, leaning upon the edge of the tub as his eyes grew wide, leaving him confused as to what the hell is going on around him. It took a couple of moments for him to catch his breath, and once he did, he swung his gaze over towards the entrance to the bathroom.

And... there was his Aunt Reina, standing at the doorway... in nothing_but a towel. It wasn't even a particularly tall towel! It covered her from her chest down to her pelvis, but just _barely. Stopping at her thighs, it flaunted his aunt's tall and amazonian build. He hadn't noticed it before because of how hard he tunnel visioned upon her chest, but... damn, Reina had quite the figure. She was by far the tallest woman he'd ever met, not to mention the strongest, yet her figure remained particularly feminine. The musculature on her arms and legs, this slim and toned waist, and of course, her busty chest and wide hips. All 'hidden' by the barely clinging grasp of her folded towel.

Reina tugged at her towel while her piercing red eyes leered directly at her nephew. He gazed back, before fumbling in an attempt to look in the opposite direction. She scoffed in his direction, and - much to his further fear - began walking forward.

"A-Aunt Reinaaaaaa!" he shouted, "What are you doing here!?"

"The hell do you mean by that?" she asked in an annoyed tone, "I'm all sweaty and gross; I came to take a bath..."

"Wh-what!? Couldn't you wait until I was done!?"

"Why would I do that?" she replied with a shake of her head, "The pipes in this place are old; I need to get them replaced. Because of that, gettin' hot water in here's gonna be a bit difficult so..." she looked around, "We're gonna have to share."

"WHAT!? Wh-what about Lime and Tina!?" he cried in some attempt to shift

"They'll bathe later since they didn't do much anyway," Reina said as she stepped forward, "When you have kids one day, you'll learn how annoyin' teenagers can be..."

Fwump...

Uh...'Fwump'? What was that? Oh, who was he kidding; he knew exactly what that noise was. It was the sound of Aunt Reina dropping her towel. And the following...

Step...

Step...

Step...

"Oh no..."

"Hey... Tim... move over."

But he was hesitant to do so, and instead looked slowly over his shoulder towards the woman behind him. In doing so, he saw... nothing but_white_.

Behind him, Reina sank down into the tub, coming down to her chest as a relaxed and pleased moan left her lips. Such a sound... his ears twitched with desire as he stared up at her face. His aunt was leaning back as an expression of shear bliss took over her face. And... and the waters streaked down her body, making her snow-white form radiate in the light of the bathroom around them. Reina's hair was even done up into a ponytail, revealing her face unobstructed by any follicles and draperies.

She was such a beautiful woman. Despite her brash attitude and sharp, belittling eyes, his aunt had almost no peers. The waters continued percolating upon her form, stopping as it came down to her bosom. That bosom... those damn tits! Watching water streak down those two, marshmallows to drop into the tub... it sent a shiver down Tom's spine. He gawked at her, while the swelling in his manhood continued building and building.

He had a raging hard on... naked... in the bathtub... with his aunt. This... this couldn't... this...

"Hey, Tim," Reina suddenly said, snapping him from his thoughts, "Turn over, let me get your back."

"My... back?"

"Jeeze, do you always parrot and repeat things? Yeah, your fuckin' back!" she shouted, "Hurry up and turn around!"

"Y-yes ma'am!"

Turning around, he stared at the opposing end of the bathroom, praying it would be enough to stuff aside the erotic feelings he had towards his aunt. It wasn't working, because mere moments later...

"Aaahhhh..."

A rag pressed against his back, freezing Tim in place.

Casually, Reina propped her arm on the edge of the tub, leaning upon her fist, while her left hand held the rag which she used to clean upon her nephew's back. She was lax with her movements, not really paying much attention behind her touch as she dragged the clothe up and down, side to side.

But her touch... it was this strange mixture between gentleness and firmness. Strong enough to get the sweat and dirt out of his fur, but still soft enough that it did not hurt. And she did all with this relaxed ease to it; even in the way she looked upon her nephew.

The same could not be said for Tim; nothing about this was 'relaxed' for the fox.

While frozen in place, his eyes were darting around in search of an escape from this situation. Reina was so close, he felt heat radiate from her body... and the smell too. The odor of sweat was like a perfume; she smelled so good. And her touch, her smell, and the arousing situation of them both being naked in this tub... it all served to make his cock so damn_hard!_

Tim looked down towards his raging red rocket, while Reina shifted up slightly. Her rag traveled up to his shoulders... while her breasts_pressed to his back. Breasts so large, so soft, yet also somehow still so firm. He could even feel Reina's _nipples... her_hard_ nipples. Her chest was like a cushion, bracing him against her body as she peered down upon his diminutive form.

"This... really takes me back, Tim," Reina remarked in an airy manner, "Heh heh... you and I used to bathe together back when you were a pup!"

"I... I remember but... th-that was... that was like... o-over ten years ago now," Tim said as he tried to stifle the arousal in his throat, "I-I can clean myself!"

"Tch... I know. You're father's an idiot, but he taught you the importance of personal hygiene," Reina replied, not hearing the tension in his voice, "Honestly... I think you're better at it than he is! Heh heh heh!"

"Ghrrhghgghgh...!"

"And actually... I think your dad was wrong. He was afraid you were too scrawny, especially headin' into college since you're still a bit on the short side. Even Tina's still taller than you are. But really? After watchin' you work all day, I don't think you're that scrawny. And seein' ya now? Heh heh..."

"I-i-is that so? Heh hehehe...?"

"I was a bit afraid at first cuz I ain't seen ya in years, and you were really small," Reina continued, "But now havin' worked with ya all day, you really got dedication and - most importantly - ya listen! I wish Tina would do that more often... that wolf..."

"I-I-I'm just doing what granddad taught me," he replied, "Y-you did most of the work yourself, Aunt Reina... you're uh... you're... hmm..." he closed his eyes as he felt those breasts cradled his back and head, "You're so big and strong... and so beautiful too... I-..."

"What? Beautiful? Me? Hah hah ha! You're not gonna get pretty far flatterin' this old lady... but I appreciate it," Reina stated, her laughing and hardy personality dying back down into something more... vulnerable, "Still, I appreciate your words, Tim. Since Kirk died, I've been a bit... well... ya'know... I ain't the young goat I once was is all I'm tryin' to say. Flattery and kind words like that are... hard to come by..."

Her reflective words and forlorn tone caused Tim to look over his shoulder briefly towards his aunt. He saw her appear a bit distant, though that smile on her face did not leave. It was so beautiful; this amazing portrait of a woman who was still in her prime, despite being a mother well in her thirties.

And she's telling him that people didn't regularly shower her with flattery and praise? Perhaps it was due to her personality which was... a bit boorish to say the least, but that's not a bad thing. Maybe it was because she's his family, and the Cartwrights have almost always been a bit... ahem... standoffish, but Reina didn't strike him as the kind of person who was hard to get along with.

Still... this realization sent shivers down Tim's spine, who realized that... the longer he spent time with his aunt, the less he was seeing her as his aunt, and the more he was seeing her as a woman. A lonely widow with two kids, living on a farm, and how - deep down inside - she too would like to be treated like a woman again.

And he... wanted to treat her... like a woman...?

"Hey... hey! Stop fidgeting! The hell's wrong with you?" Reina snapped, her hand sliding over his shoulder to come to his chest.

"I! I gotta go!" Tim shouted back.

"WHAT!? Tim slow--" SPLASH!"Hrrrggh... down..."

Water tossed upon her body, Reina's hair spilled over her face, blocking her view. When she pulled her hair apart however, she got enough of a glimpse to see Tim spring out of the tub. He was quick, scrambling for a towel to cover his body.

But he wasn't quick enough.

Look, Tim's a... small young man. While he may have a sudden growth spurt before he turns twenty-one, as things are now, he's a bit on the short side. Because of that, well, it's kinda hard not to see his,big massive penis!

Reina's eyes grew wide as she watched her nephew cover his shame, but the damage had been done; she saw his hard on. It made a blush of embarrassment form upon her cheeks while her eyes grew wide from shear shock. Did... did he get hard... because of her?

Time darted out of the bathroom, not even bothering to try and dry himself completely. Reina meanwhile leaned back in the tub, watching as the door shut behind him, leaving her alone in this room. Closing her eyes, tried to come to terms with what just happened, but could only see Tim's penis.

He was turned on by her? Is that why he was so embarrassed? Was he trying to hide it while they were in the tub together? Is that also why he called her beautiful? It wasn't just the kind words of a nephew for his aunt? He... he genuinely found her attractive?

No, she must be jumping to conclusions! He was... he was a randy young man; of course he'd get turned on by any pair of naked breasts he sees, especially those of a woman he has not seen in years.

But...

On the other hand...

He had been looking at her breasts all day, hadn't he?

Of course she's noticed! With tits as large as hers, she's garnered the lecherous leers of more than just a few men in her day. At first, she blamed it on Tim's diminutive height; by stature, he'd be looking at her chest more so than her face. But now, she was beginning to realize he was _purposefully_staring at her breasts.

Oh no... oh no... oh no no no no no...! This is... this is _weird!_Her nephew had a crush on her? Was this her fault? Well... to be fair, he was an affectionate child, but that was years ago! What should she do in this situation? This is strange, unexplored territory! She should... yes, she should just confront him about it and stuff this aside! She was his aunt, and the elder in this situation! She needed to bring this to a halt!

Even if it was... nice to be... desired... to be craved... to be_fawned_ over... to be_lusted_ for. If Tim wasn't her nephew, she'd do to him what she'd did to Kirk years ago. Pin him up to a wall, stroke her hand down his flat chest, look him dead straight in the eye, and--

Oh! Oh but wait, Kirk! Is it wrong for her to desire another man like this? And... and for these feelings to be borne from her nephew_no less? She shouldn't, but... it had been years since Kirk died! She can't be expected to remain celibate forever, should she? She... she can _desire_others, _crave others,lust for others.

But... that person shouldn't be her nephew. At least she could agree on that. Even if he was a young, randy male... who wanted her in that way, and she knew he loved her as she loved him too... but strictly from a familial sense. Though... it's probably not that big a leap to go from familial love to _romantic_love... is it?

"Gack!? What are you thinking about, Reina! Get a grip!" she shouted at herself as she stood up from the bathtub, "Just go in here and tell your nephew to stop being so fucking horny...!"

Grabbing a nearby towel and swiping it down to cover herself, the goat set off to do just that; put her nephew in his place! But before she could take even one step towards the door... a certain odor_struck her nose. It was hot and spicy and... hrrrggghhh... rather _appealing to put it lightly. The smell of a hot, sweaty young man, accumulated over many hours of hard, manual labor. Yeah, like... imagine some hot, stud of a rancher, pulling off his muscle shirt and tossing it aside; that's the kind of odor she was smelling.

Ooooh yeeeessss...

But as a sliver of drool streaked out of the goat's lips, she wondered where that odor came from. Eyes sliding over, her gaze fell upon the toilet in the bathroom... and the crumpled clothes resting upon it.

Timothy's_clothes. The randy, sweaty smell of a hot-blooded young man? That was her _nephew's odor.

Hand twitching, Reina reached out for Tim's shirt and swiped it into her grasp. She couldn't even explain what she was doing; it was like she was being controlled by puppet strings. Regardless, she brought the shirt up to her face, and--

Sniiiifffffffffff!!!

"Aaaaahhhhhh..."

Oooooh... the smell of a young man... it had been... too long...

Stumbling back, Reina sat on the tub's edge, her eyes closed as her nostrils flared. Over and over again, she took in the smell on Tim's shirt, her legs spreading wide as her other hand came over. First she stroked upon her throbbing womanhood, feeling her labia puff up as her nectar began oozing from out of it. Reina groaned with desire, the sensitivity of her womanhood sending bolts throughout her body.

When was even... the last time she's had the chance to... masturbate? When Kirk died, she had to take up more jobs, and... raising her daughters left her with very little alone time, even at night. Now as life slowed down considerably, she could sit here and attend to her own fires which had suddenly exploded within her.

And attend to them she did...

Reina tossed Tim's shirt on his face, letting it hang on her horns as she smelled away at the enthralling scent upon it. Now with her hands freed to continue her pleasure, the goat began stroking away at her pussy with one hand, while the other groped at her massive bust. Her fingers stroked upon her tit, coaxing within her the milk that still laid within her bosom. Then they came to rest upon her nipples, circling the areola before pinching and clinching those hard, pink nubs.

"Aaaahh...!Snniiiiifffff!!!"

Some of her milk lactated from her tit, streaking along her fingers before traveling down her bosom to fall upon the floor. But her other hand did not remain idle for long, as the digits down there circled around her puffy pussy. They stroked along the labia and teased her clit, sending jolts and bolts through her body. But then those fingers came down - her index and middle - taking aim straight with her vaginal opening, and--

"Nnngghghhhh! Haaaa... sniff... shit... that it... Sniiiiiffffff!!!"

In and out, her fingers plunged into her pussy, triggering these wet and lewd squelches followed by pops, which kept echoing and building in the room; louder and louder. Reina even shuddered, her tail straightening up as she fingered herself so passionately to the smell of her nephew's shirt.

But that's not all...

Her imagination began playing, contaminated by the smelly shirt currently clinging to her head. She could imagine her nephew - who indeed was a... hmmm... handsome young man - returning to this very bathroom. The need in his face, the desire in his eyes, that big, throbbing dick between his legs; all for her and for her alone. He'd come over, place his hands on her hip, stare her in the face while his cock poked at her thigh, and say something stupid like--

I love you, Reina.

Then he'd take his fingers, stroke them upon her thighs to work her legs open, before bringing them towards her sweltering cunt. Feeling his hands against her folds - the hands of another - would coax moans from her by the touch alone. But Tim wouldn't be pleased with merely touching, he'd need to take his fingers, aim them inside, and--

Shove!

"Hrrrggghh!?SNIFFFFF!!!"

Through the seams of Tim's shirt, Reina stared up to the ceiling of the bathroom while her eyes rolled back. From her cunt meanwhile, feminine juices came splashing out, splattering upon the floor. This was matched by her tits, which sprayed her lovely milk out like a geyser, making a mess of the tub's edge and her body. While...

THUMP!

"Hey, Mom!"

"ACKH!?"

SPLASH!!!

Water fell up sky-high, with Reina's body collapsing into the tub. She fumbled briefly before pulling herself up, tearing off Tim's shirt as she did so. Peering towards the door in the distance, her eyes befell her youngest daughter--

"LIME!? Hrrggh!? Hmm...! What do you want!?" she snapped, though being her daughter, the young wolfess wasn't put off by her mother's voice.

"Uhh... just wondering what we're having for dinner," she asked, her head cocked to one side, "You haven't started cooking anything yet..."

"Urrgghh! Tell Tina to pre-heat the oven. I'll be down in a little while..."

"Kay!"

And then she was gone, leaving Reina to sit there, thinking about what she'd just done with Tim's shirt. The odor now was ruined by the waters and soaps, but that wasn't a problem, because the post-coitus bliss had befallen her, leaving the goat to wonder...

What now?

...

Aaaaah, shit! What the fuck!? Why oh why oh why oh why oh why!?

OH WHY!?

Let's be blunt; Timothy could not go to sleep. Oh, he wanted to sleep, he tried to sleep, but squeezing one's eyes shut does not instantly put them to sleep, no matter how tightly clinched his eyelids are. If anything, that just makes his eyes hurt, but that's besides the point, and it doesn't even get into the reason why he couldn't sleep.

Whenever his eyes closed shut, he imagined the beautiful naked body of his aunt Reina. Hours ago, he was mere inches, if not centimeters away from gazing upon her illustrious form. In fact... no; they were touching! Her breasts were up to his back; he felt them! Their softness, their firmness, they shape, their size; everything! If only he had enough courage to turn around, he would have seen--

No!

And thus the issue tonight. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, his own lusts for the situation continued to nick and nag at him. He saw his aunt in all of her beauty, assaulting his mind at every turn. He hated it, he blamed it on his young hormones even, but what could he do about it? Well... other than masturbate...

But, like... just logistically speaking, isn't it wrong to masturbate to one's own aunt? Like, yeah, nothing's happening, but the fact that you're doing it anyway kinda implies that--

"What is going on in my head right now...?" Tim muttered to himself as he laid his head back into his pillow, groaning, "This is... haaaah... why couldn't I be at home?

Pulling out his phone, he figured he could try and just masturbate furiously to porn... but that wouldn't really solve his problems, would it? He'd still be forced to contend with his Aunt Reina all throughout this stay here, and he wasn't sure if he could muster it. Sooner or later, these feelings inside of him would explode.

Thump... thump... thump...

If they haven't exploded already.

It was late a night, with the silver glow of the moon peering through the open curtains of his window. Raising up, Tim's eyes slid over to his door, where he heard the footsteps echo out from. Hand curling into his bed sheets, he knew that only one woman in this house could have such loud, powerful feet.

Kicking his feet off of the bed, Timothy slowly made way for the door as if driven by an invisible force. He was curious, wanting to see just a slight sight of his aunt; maybe that would be enough to pacify his needs. Or maybe he was so aroused by and attracted to her, that he needed one final look at her at night. Would that help him sleep? No... but he still wanted it.

So he got to the door, opening it slightly to get a slight peek through its gap. At first, he saw nothing but the endless, dark halls of this aged home. But when he peered in the opposing direction - towards the master bedroom of the house - his eyes saw the slight white glimmer of his aunt's boisterous body.

He tensed up, his hand reaching through the gap as if to grasp his aunt, but she turned a corner and vanished, leaving him with nothing. Mind shifting, he thought about returning to bed and just... trying to irk out whatever sleep he could this late at night. He'd need to wake up early, wouldn't he? This farm was not yet ready for operation.

But...

Tim stepped out, tugging upon his shirt as his feet brought him in the direction of his aunt's bedroom. When he looked over, she was just slipping into the doorway and out of sight, once again leaving him alone. All around him he heard the silence of this house as he eyed her bedroom door. Tina and Lime were already sleeping, so it was just him and her; Timothy and Aunt Reina.

Step... after step... after step... he took towards Aunt Reina's bedroom door, his hand shaking as he reached for the door knob. But that's when he began thinking again. What was even the end goal of all of this? He opens the door and... what? What?

Then what!?

It was enough to make him hesitate, his hand pulling back as he looked left and right in an incredulous manner. Fuck, he was such an idiot, and a perverted one at that! Who gets turned on by their aunt!? He should just stop, turn around, go back to bed, and--

Eeaaarr...!

The door opened. Tim looked up. His blue eyes met Reina's red ones. His lips opened to speak, but she reached out for him, grabbing his hand and pulling him in. The door closed shut behind him.

Thump!

"Ughh...?"

Gasping, Tim looked back, before staring ahead as the bright moonlight illuminated the spacious bedroom around him. It was close to emptied out, replaced only with essentials like a full body mirror, a drawer, a nightstand, and a desk. Aside from that, unopened suitcases still sat in the corner. More importantly however...

"Tim...?"

He drew his eyes over to the grand, queen-sized bed in the center of the room, his gaze falling on Reina. He didn't take her as the nightgown kind of woman, and he was right. She was wearing boy shorts and a simple stretchy bra, both were blue and white in color, both hugged tight to her body, and both showed a fair amount of skin. Her arms and shoulders so strong and smooth, her toned midriff and curvaceous figure, those wide hips and thick, muscular thighs, and of course, her large breasts along with her deep cleavage.

She sat with her legs crossed and her hands on the bed, those penetrated red eyes of hers piercing his very being. Looking at her, Tim wasn't sure what he should say or do. She wasn't speaking yet, just sitting there. And the sight of her - her body half-naked and undressed - was enough to once again light the fire within his body.

He was... already getting aroused.

"Timothy?" his aunt said again, making him blur out--

"I'M SORRY!!!"

He then closed his hands over his mouth, as his ears and tail sprung up. If his random cry was a surprise, it didn't show on Reina's face, who remained cool and composed as she leered at her nephew. In turn, he took in a deep, deep breath and closed his eyes before shifting one leg over the other to hide his burgeoning manhood.

"I'm... I'm sorry," he said lower and more restrained this time, his head even hanging low, "About what happened in the bathtub I..." he shook his head, "I feel ashamed of myself."

"Huggh... you shouldn't, Tim," Reina said in a reassuring - though still gruff - manner, "Look, you're a young man; you get turned on by everything. Getting a hard on when you're in the tub with your aunt... though strange... well... it's a normal reaction for a boy."

"S-still! You're my... you're my..." he looked away as he gripped his shoulder in a defensive manner, "You're my aunt... I shouldn't be... getting hard around you. That's just... haaah..."

"Well, if I do say personally, Tim... heh heh... I was a bit _flattered_by that," Reina stated, causing his eyes to grow wide as he looked at her.

"Wh-what? Really?"

"Hah hah! Yeah! I was flattered! Well... truth be told..." she looked away, her hardy attitude stuffed aside briefly so she could show her vulnerability once again, "Since Kirk died, I've been alone, ya'know? Afraid that... I ain't as attractive as I once was. So seein' you get hard cuz of me felt... felt a bit _good_really."

"D-don't say that, Aunt Reina!" Tim snapped a he rushed up towards her, actually taking her aback, "Y-you're very beautiful! I can barely take my eyes off of you1 When I saw you yesterday when I first arrived, I..." he looked away, "I really... hmm..." his eyes then closed as he said in a more compassionate matter, "I really couldn't take my eyes off of you... I still can't take my eyes off of you."

His eyes reopened soon after, gazing into her red ones. And for a moment, well, the roles were reversed. Reina was the one who appeared surprised and shocked, while Timothy held such conviction. Maybe it was just his own young lusts at play, or maybe his love of her as his aunt was mixing with his lusts for her as a woman, but the young fox was not lying in his words. And for Reina, well...

To be desired... to be longed for... to be lusted after... and by someone so young. She needed to stop this before she too fell into this pit she couldn't climb herself out of.

Her face grew abrasive.

"Aren't I an old lady?" Reina asked, those red eyes dominating his gaze, "Aren't I your aunt? You'll... you'll regret this decision, Timothy. You should just... go to bed... and forget about this."

"But I don't want to forget about this," the fox replied as he moved in, his breathing so close it began mixing with hers.

"Yes you do..." she stated, but he shook his head.

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No. I don't."

"Yes, you-- mmffff..."

His lips met her lips, entering into a kiss that drew moans from the both of them. Tim's mouth was slow and nubile, but he knew enough to push his tongue into Reina's mouth, with her own tongue sliding out to met his. It was a brief exchange - they dragged their tongues against one another and nothing else - but when they mouths parted, their tongues hung out, and a bridge of spit hung between the two.

Their they sat, the line between nephew and aunt having thoroughly been crossed after sharing such an intimate kiss with one another. But in the way their eyes looked at one another, it was clear they were both a confused... and desperate. Tim wanted this, he needed this, and likewise for Reina. But her mind was crossed; not only was he her nephew, but she felt like she was betraying her late husband. These conflicting, confusing emotions were swelling within them both, matching the overwhelming heat that built and built and built.

Reina could feel her facade breaking under the needy gaze of her nephew, making her avert her eyes as a red blush formed on her cheeks. The longer this went on with neither of them talking, the hotter her body became. And when she closed her eyes, oh, things got even worse. It had been so long since she's seen a naked man before like with in the tub, and it made her body tingle. And to know this young man desired her, she... she...

"Oh... fuck..."

Tim's hand was resting on her leg, stroking along her thigh; up and down, up and down. His touch was gentle, yet there was a firmness behind it that she felt; pressing in hard, but not too hard. Every stroke of his hand coaxed a groan from her, with the goat tipping her head up as she closed her eyes, a soft, deep moan leaving her lips.

But her nephew wanted more of her, pushing in where his other hand felt up her stomach. Stroking her body more, he brought out of her more womanly moans as she laid her hands beside her head and fell back in the bed. Tim mounted her, still stroking and kneading flesh that sent a heated rush through her body like a volcano. Everyone of her weak spots were being teased and taunted, even though Tim didn't realize it. Hell, her nephew was teaching her new erogenous zones that not even she was aware of!

"Timmmm! Nkhaaaaah! Timothyyyyy~~" Reina moaned, making his ears twitch.

The sound of a woman calling out his name in ecstasy... it sent bolts through Tim's body, centering upon his cock. His night pants began feeling incredibly tight, forming a bulge that began pressing up against Reina's inner thigh. The goat was moaning, but she stifled her voice when she felt the heavy and hot weight of her nephew' manhood.

Holy shit...

Her red eyes looked ahead, meeting his desperate blue eyes as they glowed in the darkness of the bedroom. Crawling up close, his face once again drifted near hers, with neither side capable of taking their eyes off of one another. Again their breathing mixed, and again Tim pursed his lips... and again Reina moved in to meet hers.

"Mmfff..."

"Nmmm..."

Now they were both far more energetic, far more hungry for one another. Tongues slicked and licked and slapped against one another in their mouths, with Timothy being clearly more virgin than his more experienced aunt. He made up for it in shear desire however, kissing and licking and tasting as much as he possibly could. The longer this kiss went on, the better he became at it, even curling his broad, canine tongue around hers. She was still better, but...

"Hrrrgghhmmm..."

Bringing his hand up from her stomach, Timothy pressed it into the bottom side of her large breasts. Their hefty weight pushed back against his palm, but he still stroked his hand along their large, curvaceous and rounded shape.

These breasts he marveled at for so long... he was now touching them. When his fingers squeezed in, he felt not only the press of her bra, but also her jiggling tits. He could truly test how firm they were now, pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing!

"Knhuahhhh~~~!"

Reina broke the kiss as she felt her bosom being pressed up. She wanted to tell him to slow down, but he cut her off by saying--

"You feel so good... you smell so good..." he began kissing and licking her neck, "Mmm... you taste so good..."

"D-dummy... khaaaah~! Don't say such... th-things...! Nhgaaaaahh~~~"

Leaning his body up close to hers, Timothy kissed, licked and nipped at the nape of his aunt's neck, making her straighten up. More moans left her lips as she tipped her head to the ceiling, her arm wrapping around his shoulder to hug him in closer. His hands too continued to explore her body; groping her breasts with energetic fingers that danced and squeezed. Eventually they slipped down to the bottom of her bra, hooking under where he pulled back, meeting her red eyes with his blue ones.

"Can I...?"

"Hhhgh... yes..."

Nodding, Tim lifted Reina's bra up and off of her body, freeing her busty breasts from their stretchy confides. Two lovely, white breasts, with such hard, pink nipples. Leaning back, the young fox took a few moments to just... marvel at them. These breasts he'd been watching jiggle all through out the day, were now staring him back in the face. Reina was usually so proud of her bosom but... now as she was under the intense gaze of her nephew, she blushed from embarrassment. Her arms even folded beneath her chest, giving them a slight lift... though she didn't really need it all that much.

"Wow... you're breasts are so big," Timothy remarked as he pressed his hands into them, watching the fat of her tits spill between the cracks of her finger, "If I just squeeze them like..."

Clinch!

"Nnnghaaaah~!"

"This, I... wow..."

"Shit! D-dumbass...! Timothy, be gentle~~~"

But how could he be gentle when the breasts that had been taunting him all throughout the day were now his to play with? Like a kid having gotten a new toy, he indulged in her tits in what he saw fit. His fingers squeezing int, lifting, pulling down and part, even coming around to pinch and fondle her nipples. At first it was discomforting, but after a few moments, she began panting as his massaging hands sent blood circulating through her veins. She kinda... liked it rough, honestly, and Timothy was starting to learn that.

He massaged her bosom as he pressed up, forcing groans and grunts from her lips while his hands came around towards her nipples. Groping up and up, he squeezed his fingers around her areola, coaxing a heated surge from her breasts. Reina's eyes widened; did he know she could--

"Haaaaahhh~~~"

Lactate?

Milk began flowing out of his aunt's nipples, streaking down her bosom and even staining his hands. Pulling back, Tim appeared shocked he could force it out of her like this, but then his eyes were attracted to white substance on his fingers. Reina's milk... it carried with it this lovely scent to it. He just needed to...

Slick... slick... slick...

"Mmmmmmm..."

Oooh... licking it off his fingers tasted so good but... he was sure tapping it from the _source_would taste much better!

So he once again seized upon Reina's breasts, jostling her in place as her eyes widened. Looking down upon his face, she watched his line of sight lock right upon her hard, milky tits. No hesitation, he just...

"NOMPH!?"

"KHRRRGGHHN!?"

Tim's mouth locked upon one of Reina's tits, his eyes closing shut as he sucked on her. It was a hard suckle, clearly not sure how he should properly nurse from a lactating woman. It was hard and boorish, but dammit, that's exactly how she liked it! This deep, drawing suckle that caused her to arch her back and moan, pulling milk from deep into her tits! Reina clung to her nephew's back as she leaned up, allowing him to suck as he saw fit!

But her hands did not remain still, even as such deep pleasure was brought of from her. One of her hands slid down, sliding between them where they slid beneath the waistband of his night pants. Such a big hand, it did not take too long for her to find his throbbing cock.

And find it she did; pushing up against his stomach. Her hand clinched upon his cock, making him bit upon her nipple in response. He drew back soon after, his mouth agape as milk poured out of his lips, an expression of overwhelming arousal having taking him. When Tim looked down, he came face to face with his cock as Reina's hands tied around it, stroking him off.

She had such expert control, her hand and fingers having perfectly wrapped around his throbbing dick. Look, he's found and felt the pleasure of his own right hand many a times in his life, but Reina was on a different level. The way she jerked him off both kept him at maximum hardness and length, but also made sure he wouldn't blow his load. Seeing him moan and warble, struggling to keep up with her hand, made the goat grin. Timothy just looked so cute!

"Get up..."

"What?"

"Get up, Timothy..."

"Huh? O-okay..."

Doing as he was told, he rose up slightly so that Reina could slide his pants off his body. Now his cock stood tall between them; this red rocket of desire and need. The goat's hand remained firm and strong, jerking him off as he began panting and moaning. He was afraid he was going to cum soon, when Reina--

"Mmfff!"

Kissed him.

His eyes closed shut, pacified by his aunt's mouth as her tongue slicked and slid against his own. Wrapping his arms around her neck, he kissed back with just as much fervent need, even pressing his young body against her broad, older one.

But as their kissing and tongue lashing grew more intense, so too did Reina's handjob. Jerking him from the base to the tip, sweat and precum began staining her palm and splashing about. That heat, rising and rising, building and building, and with one push down--

"Aahh!?"

Followed by a pull up...

"Gwaaah!?"

Reina had Tim cumming.

His eyes closed shut and his teeth ground against one another, while his hips shot up. His cock erupted, shooting streams of white-hot cum straight up into air where it came splattering not only upon Reina's palm, but even on her stomach and tits. She was taken aback by the explosion, her eyes wide with shock as her hand caught most of his eruption. Timothy meanwhile gripped upon the bed sheets around him, shuddering in place as spit and milk oozed from his lips.

With him recoiling after enduring the greatest orgasm of his life, Reina lifted her hand with his cum glistening upon her fingers. At first she was hesitant... but then she brought those fingers in, where she licked them clean of Timothy's sperm.

Amazing... she hadn't tasted cum in a while... and that fact that it was her nephew's... oooh... what is it about that added spice of incest that made this more thrilling?

Timothy eventually came down from his sexual high, his blue eyes gazing up towards Reina. She was groping one of her breasts, while still entranced with his cum as she licked her fingers clean of it. Witnessing such an erotic sight was more than enough to defeat his body's refraction period, meaning his cock was more than ready to go again as it began pumping with life and blood.

Or maybe he was just a vigorous young man...

A vigorous...

Young man...

Yeah...

Reina stared down upon Tim, her eyes soon leering at the throbbing cock between his legs. Oh... the wonders of youth... she could just...

Wait...

Scooting back on the bed away from from her nephew, the goat slipped her hands into her boy shorts, pulling them off her toned, thick thighs and legs. Once they slipped off her feet, she tossed them aside... and then her legs parted.

Tim's eyes grew wide as he came face to face with Reina's pussy. So soft and pink, resting in a sea of white fur around around it, and glistening wet with the rays of moonlight. He gasped silently at the sight, struggling to believe that, yes, this was happening. His aunt even stroked her fingers down her stomach, before bringing it right here to her pussy.

"You're a little smart ass, I know that much," Reina remarked, her fingers forming a 'v' over her pussy, "So you know what it means when a female is wet. You got me all dirty down here, Timothy. So... ya'know... come here and clean it..."

Those words danced around in Tim's head; again and again and again. Come here and clean it, like an endless recording that played and played and played. He fell forward on all fours before his aunt, his blue eyes piercing the darkness around them to target those wet folds. Every movement forward had her breathing increase, watching him like a hawk as his young, nubile gaze traced along her excited womanhood. He was so enthralled by her body, that he did not want to miss one moment of this as it built higher and higher. But before Timothy could touch his aunt, she touched herself.

Fingers came curling around as Reina dipped them inside of her own body. Drawing a moan from herself, she let her nephew watch as her pink pussy clinched around her own digits, sucking them inside of herself like she was milking a cock. He gasped and his gaze widened, watching with unflinching eyes as that tight, pink cunt gripped hard upon her, only for the goat to pull her fingers part, letting him see the deep, bright pinkness of her pussy.

And Tim saw all of it.

He couldn't look away as she slid her fingers in and out of her cunt with increasing pace and fervor, working open her vaginal walls with every penetration. The sight of her nectar gushing, the sound of slicking fingers, and of course, Reina's moans as she gave herself so much pleasure. The lewd actions were just too much; Timothy couldn't take it anymore! He just...

"Gah!"

"Khggh~~~!"

His arms hooked under Reina's legs, lifting those muscular thighs up so that he could have complete access to her pussy. Moaning aloud, the goat's head tipped to the ceiling overhead as she felt the fox's tongue push inside of her. So big, so broad, pushing against her vaginal walls. He lacked the skilled finesse an older, more experienced lover would have, but his virgin need and desire more than made up for it.

The way he first pushed in, then grew slow, exploring her insides like a fine meal. Every twist, every turn, every swivel of his tongue, drew a moan or a groan from the goat's lips. It had been such a long time since she felt something squirming around in her snatch that wasn't her own fingers or a silicone toy. And when she looked down, she saw the calm, composed face of her nephew as he pushed his tongue deep inside of her.

Reina's pussy tasted so _good!_The deeper his tongue delved, the spicier her flavor became, to the point that he wasn't sure what he liked more; her breast milk, or her pussy honey. Regardless, he deigned to learn everything about his aunt's pussy; it's shape, its taste, its pinkness, especially how the more he licked her, the more he poked her, the more he prodded her, the more of her honey she secreted. Before long, Timothy had her moaning out loud, grasping the blankets besides her as her sonorous voice filled the bedroom around them.

"Mmnnh! Nkhuhh ~~~! Mmmnnhh~~~! Hnnngghh! Hgrrraaahh! Nkhhaaahh ~~~! Timmmmmm~ Nngghh~~~! Timmoothhyyyy~~~!"

The more she moaned, the more she groaned, the hungrier Timothy became. But nothing lit his fire more than hearing her cry out his name. Hearing it once wasn't good enough. Hearing it twice wasn't it good enough. He wanted to hear it three times, four times, five times; more and more!

He wanted to hear more of it!

So he pushed his tongue in...

"Khnnnhaahh~~~!"

Then he twisted it.

"Nggrhaaaaaah~~~! Tiiiimmmmmm!"

Then he squirmed it inside of her.

"Nnnhaaaaaahhh~~~!"

He poked, and he slicked, and he licked her folds.

"Timothy! Aaaahh~~~! Timoothhyyyyyy!!!"

And then he pulled himself back, locked his eyes on her clit, opened his mouth, and--

Bite!

He wasn't sure if it was a hard bite. He wasn't sure if it was a soft bite. He just knew he bit her clit, and when he bit her clit, Reina say stars...

"AHHHAAH~~~! TIIIMMMMMM!!!"

And he got a mouthful off--

SPLURT!!!

Yeah... that!

Feminine cum came gushing into Tim's face, matting down his fur and soaking his nose in Reina's thick scent. He laid there however, basking in the taste and fluids of his aunt as her pussy continued twitching and bucking. This delicious honey from the body of a woman... it dominated not only his smell, but his taste buds, soaking upon his tongue as he hung it out to catch as much of it as he possibly could. Only when he felt his aunt relax - only when that geyser began to peter into a trickle - did Timothy begin to rise, his face dripping wet with her sweet, sweet honey.

And she too laid there, gazing up to the ceiling while her hand stroked through her hair. She... couldn't believe what happened. Did her nephew really just bring her to climax? His skill was nubile as one would suspect of a virgin, but damn did he just go at it. It was clear he had a drive stronger than she expected, and it left her legs wobbling like they were made of jelly.

But then she licked her lips and... whoa... there was a bit of his cum still there... mmm... delicious...

"Aunt Reina..." Timothy said as he stroked her inner thigh, "I... I'm still not yet... I..."

Propping herself upon her elbows, Reina's red eyes penetrated the darkness around them to lock upon the fox's throbbing cock. Seeing it stand so tall and proud, so young and strong... hrrrggh... it made her pant. That heat was already roaring through her, making her grope her tit briefly as she mentally warred with herself.

There was still... maybe... some way they could... salvage this. They didn't need to go all the way. She didn't need to go all the way... but she wanted to. And if there's ever been one constant with Reina, if she wants something, she takes it. She was rather blunt and straightforward like that.

She brushed her hand through her hair, tossing some back, though some fell still to fall just above her eyes. Leering at her nephew, Reina spread her legs open wide, even grabbing them by their knees to keep them apart. And Tim's eyes... they doubled in size at the sight as he met the tight pink slit gazing through her soft white fur.

"Alright, Timothy... haaaah... haaaah... just _fuck_me already..."

"I can... I can really stick it inside...?" he asked before swallowing his spit, "I-it's my... first time... I'm not quite..."

"Hrrght... don't act dumb with me, Tim," she replied as she watched him scoot forward, keeping her legs spread out wide, "I know you know how sex works. You took your classes... now just fuck me..." she then closed her eyes, "Please... haaaahh... I... I can't take this anymore..."

Timothy bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back the tension he felt surging through his body. Reina's pussy was sitting there, calling out to him, waiting for him. But she fidgeted slightly when that penis took aim with her pussy, angling with her lower hole. She didn't need to tell him how to line things up at all; he knew the female body. Was Timothy planning on being a doctor in the future? Such a strange thought to have right now...

"H-here..." he muttered, "Now I just..."

"Hnnnnn~~~!"

Ooohh so big! Why was her nephew so damn big!? It just spread apart her folds as he penetrated her, followed by a long and slow push. Every inch he claimed of her cunt had the both of them moaning, with said moans mixing together in this bedroom. Only the pitches were different. Reina's were so deep and strong, so mature... while Tim's was so high-pitch and cute, so young...

Didn't matter.

Looking up, Timothy's blue eyes met Reina's red ones. The usually strong and abrasive face of his aunt suddenly looked so... vulnerable. But unlike usually where she'd show her vulnerability briefly, this time it remained as his cock sank in deeper and deeper until...

Pat...

Their hips were meeting, with only Tim's knot separating them. Their faces meanwhile were mere inches away from one another. Dropping her legs, Reina relaxed against the bedpost of her mattress, while her pink eyes met the fox's blue ones. Neither said a word but... driven by the lust of the situation, their tongues slid out, meeting to draw them both into a kiss.

Lips smacking as they kissed, Tim and Reina both could swear that his cock was getting harder. The goat herself felt her pussy struggling to clinch in on itself, for the fox's dick was just that large. This width, this length, pushing up to her core. And when he drew back with his hips, she was left wanting for more.

But Timothy wouldn't stay away forever, and quickly slapped his hips back in, making her grunt as her head jerked back. Grabbing his aunt by her hips, he braced himself against her as he started moving with greater ease.

She was an older woman with two children... and yet he wouldn't call her 'loose' or anything like that... probably because if he did so, she'd swiftly fling him out this window right now. He may have her pinned to the bed right now, but he knew her strength was easily greater than his!

Still, he wouldn't call Reina loose because... well, she wasn't. Now having lost his virginity, he could experience the so-called 'tightness' that a woman has. And... oh, yes, his aunt was tight, _sooooooooo_tight! She clinched around his cock, milking him like her fingers before. But this... this was much better... for the _both_of them.

Reina's fingers - for as strong as they were - did not compare to the thick cock of her nephew. Made even worse by its shape. He was a canine like her late husband, but more so than that, it just... touched all of her buttons. Every pleasurable bump in her cunt, every sweet groove in her pussy, his cock toyed with them all! And as she got wetter, got looser, he got faster and stronger.

Louder...

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

"Oooooohhhhhh ~~~! Tiiimmmmmmm~~~!"

Every thrust of his cock inside of her pussy, made her breasts bounce and hair fly. And... gotta say, there's a difference between watching those tits wobble because of some old crop machine, and being the one making them bounce. Every hypnotic sway drove Tim to thrust in harder, and one such thrust...

PAT!!!

"EEEEP!?"

"Huh?"

Reina covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with shock. Did she just... yip? Did he just make her yip? It was so loud and so cute... heh... Timothy couldn't help but to chuckle. Those chuckles in turn made her aunt growl.

"Stop it, Timothyyyyy!"

"S-sorry, Aunt Reina," he apologized, though she shook her head.

"And... and stop calling me 'Reina'!"

"What?"

"Hrrgh! Stop calling me 'Reina'," she repeated as her hand fell on his face, "Call me Sara..."

"S... Sara...?"

"That's my first name!"

"Huh? Oooooohh..."

He... he got it now. He understood the weight of this situation, and it made even Reina relax herself. Once again looking at one another, they sat there silent... before the goat spoke up to say--

"If you're okay... with this old lady..." she said before swallowing her spit, "You better look out for me... I'm... I'm a handful..."

"I... I...?" his eyes grew wide.

PAT!!!

"KHUHH~~~!?"

"I-I WILL!" he shouted whilst slamming his cock home deep, "IWILLIWLLIWLL!!!"

"I-idiot! Don't shout it out like tha-AAAATTTHH!? KAAAAHHH~~~!"

With renewed vigor and pulsating vitality, Timothy slammed his cock in and out of Reina's pussy, taking her aback. She fell upon the bed, her arms folding over her head as her mouth split open, letting loose a stream of moans that kept rising higher and higher.

She couldn't believe it; she was being rutted so hard, so deep by her nephew. And like a hungry, hungry beast, her body craved his eventual release. Deep back in her mind, she wondered if this was some great betrayal to her late husband... and yet, on the other hand...

She felt Timothy's knot as it slapped and bumped up against her cunt. It sent a shiver down her spine, and a sliver of hungry drool even slid down her lips.

They were like animals now, hungrily fucking on this bed without a care for familial roles or past engagements. Right here, right now, she was nothing more than a bitch in heat, desiring one thing and one thing alone.

"Knot me! Knot me! Knot me!" Reina cried, while Tim screwed his eyes shut.

"Aaaahh! Saraaaaa! Sssaaarraaaaa!" he cried back as he pushed up with all of his strength, forcing her legs to arch in the air.

He collapsed down, his chest resting against her chest, and his face falling against her shoulder and neck. Pounding harder away, he cared not for style, for finesse, and merely strove to give his aunt what she... no... what they both wanted.

That... KNOT!

"Sara! Sara! Sara! Hrrrrhghgh! SaraSaraSara! Sssaaaaarrr-RAAAAH!"

"GHKGH!?"

RIGHT INSIDE!!!

Every inch of his cock, from the tip to the base slammed right into Reina's cunt. The goat pulled back, moaning as her legs fall, gripping tight upon Timothy's hips, while her arms also hugged him close. She brought him in close, hugging him while her eyes stared up to the ceiling, wide and quivering. And Timothy, while he waited for his body to unleash that torrent of seed he had pent up inside his balls, he--

Chomp!

"Oooooh ~~~~"

Those damn primal urges...

Timothy bit upon Reina's neck.

She crooned her neck, her nails scratching into his back, while her pussy finally couldn't take it anymore. The fucking, the knotting, and now that bite; it all pushed Reina over the edge. She--

"HRRRGGHHHHHH!?"

Slick feminine juices coated Timothy's cock, matting down the fur of his pelvis, staining the bed sheets beneath them, and filling the air around them with her orgasmic scent. But all of that paled in comparison when the fox opened his mouth, and--

"Aaaaahhhh..."

"NHHAAAAAAAHHHH~~~!!!"

The knot inflated inside of her, tying the two together. But it was the rushing heat of seed that made Reina croon. Eyes closing shut, she laid back in her bed as Timothy came so deep inside of her. Virile, piping hot, energetic, young seed, coated every inch of her cunt and womb. And she felt it too; the knot as it formed a slight bump in her toned belly, and also the seed that filled her walls. Both of which left Reina moaning as her legs dropped and her arms did likewise.

After...

"Haaah... haaah... haaah..."

"Haa... haa... haaa... haaaaa..."

They just laid there, panting and breathing. Neither side said a word about the taboo act they just performed, and honestly, neither side wanted to think about it. No... they were content to lay just like this.

And when Timothy drew his gaze up, he saw the form of Reina, draped in the moonlight of the bedroom. He pursed his lips, and she did likewise.

"Mmff..."

"Mmm..."

...

"Hrrrgghh... hey... Tina..."

"Huh...? What...? What Lime...?"

"Did you... hrrgh... sleep well last night?"

"Uhhh... no... no I did not..."

The morning sun peered over the horizon, illuminating the Cartwright farmstead. And resting on the back porch, gazing over massive fields they owned, were the two Juniper sisters... and they both looked absolutely exhausted.

Tina's hair was a mess, even Lime's braids were undone, and they both had strained, tired eyes. The two wolf-goat hybrids were wearing clothes, yes... but said clothes were also undone, making them look haphazard. It left the duo in a rather dire and sleepy straight as they leaned against their porch's banister for support.

"This house fucking sucks..." Tina commented as she leaned on her fist, "I swear, all I heard was banging through the walls... hmm... maybe the air conditioner needs to be fixed..."

"How does Mom and Tim handle this...?" Lime added as she scratched the back of her head, "It kept me up all night... uh..." she then straightened up, "In fact... where are they? I haven't seen them since breakfast."

"Over there..." the older wolfess replied as she pointed to the gas-guzzling crop machine in the distance, "They rushed out there as soon as they got done eating... and ya'know what? Better Tim than me... I'd die in that fucking thing..."

"Heh heh... you'd die if Mom heard you cursing so liberally!"

"Yeah yeah..."

Together they looked at the crop machine as it trudged along, pulling up more hay as it helped tow the fields, preparing it for its eventual seeding over the coming days. But with it humming so loud as it bounced in the distance, the two could not see nor hear what was going on inside.

And what was going on inside? Well...

Thuga-Thuga-Thuga-Thuga-Thuga-Thuga!!!

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! PAT!

"Ahaah! Haaah! Khaaaah ~~~! Timmmm~~~"

"Haaah...! Haaaah...! S-Sarraaaaa~!"

Last night, he didn't get the chance to enjoy this.

This large.

Fat.

Juicy.

Plump.

Rumbling.

White.

Ass.

With both hands resting on the crop machine's dashboard, Reina looked over her shoulder towards the cute, moaning face of her darling nephew. He was resting against the torn and worn seat of the crop machine, keeping both hands resting on his aunt's back. Her pants had been pulled down, her panties pulled aside, all so that his red cock could slide in and out of her pussy without hesitation. And it did so, overwhelming and dominating her cunt as she rode him to her own pace.

"Aaaahh~ Haaaahhnnn! Khuhhh~~~! It's so... much bigger than last night," Reina claimed, with Timothy biting into his bottom lip.

"And it's... nnhghh! A-about to get bigger! S-Sara! I--" PAT!"OOOOHH!!!"

Falling back as his tongue hung out, Timothy felt his cock being taken whole by his aunt. The tip, the shaft, the knot; all of it went inside of Reina. Then she sat there attached to him, wiggling and shaking her hips as she ground herself tighter against him. She didn't stop, couldn't stop, not until his cock swelled, inflating his knot once again to tied the two together.

"Nhoooooooohhh~~~!"

"Oooohhhh!"

He was a far faster shooter now than he was last night... oh well...

Two orgasms, brought on by one another; a milking cunt, and a pulsating penis. Seed filled her, while her own juices filled the cockpit of the crop machine, leaving it drenched in the odors of sex. Far better than the smell of grass and gas it had before, wouldn't you think?

"Aaaaah... S-Sara... I'm gonna need to... t-take a break... I'm not sure if I can keep going all through out the night and all during our farming..." grab! "Whoa!?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Reina asked as she pulled him in close, "What happened to all that bravado you had last night, Tim?"

"But Sarraaaaa!"

"Don't you 'but Sara' me..." she snapped back, "You came into my_room, Timmy, not the other way around... so... ya'know... this is _your fault..."

"Ugghhh..."

"Heh heh heh... I'm a woman of my word, and you are too, I know you are," she added whilst softly shaking her hips, "You... you're gonna do your damnedest to take care of me... but don't worry... she gently stroked his cheek lovingly, "I'll take care of you too..."

"Uggh..."

"Besides... we have the rest of summer to spend together..." Reina stated, a sly grin appearing on her lips.

"Hgggh... haah... th-the rest of... s-summer..."

Ooooh, why did she need to remind him of that? Summer break is a long time, especially for someone looking to attend college in the future. And he was going to spend all of that time - every wake hour - with his beloved aunt within the same halls.

She took to this new relationship of theirs rather easily, he'd have to say. But... that's just the kind of woman Reina was: blunt, straightforward, and honest. While it was scary knowing what they had now could be revealed at any moment, whenever he looked up at his aunt's grinning face, he felt himself to be at peace. Yeah, everything was going to be okay, they just had to keep looking out for one another.

Whatever happened in their future... they'd face it together... yeah...

So... smiling like a young, goofy idiot in love, Timothy laid against Reina's back, making her giggle. He was hugging her close, but one of his hands stroked lovingly along her stomach, while his tail wagged and his knot twitched. Reina herself sighed, her gaze leering out upon the endless fields of their farmlands.

"It's going to be hot today," she stated, "Let's make sure to... cool off when we can..."

"Yeah..."