Her Brother's Children
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** This story contains the following potentially offensive fetishes: incest, pregnancy, birth, lactation, and hermaphrodites. If you are offended by any of the above, please do not read the following story. **
Diane had been on bedrest for the last month and a half of her pregnancy. The German Shepherd ran a hand over the huge swell of her belly. Her pups were due any day now, and the canine fervently prayed that they had no marks that distinguished them as being the product of her step-brother, Spencer. Her bushy tail began to wag as she thought about her tiger lover. Tall and lean, Spencer was the perfect mate in Diane's mind, especially since he did his best to relieve her built-up tension whenever he could. Which came in handy, since pregnancy made the Shepherdess almost as horny as her first heat had.
Unfortunately, her step-brother wasn't home at the moment. Since Diane had gotten pregnant with their pups, he had gotten a job as a waiter at a local restaurant to earn some money. It wasn't much, but it was something. The cover story was that Spencer just wanted to "take on more responsibility" or something like that, but Diane knew the money was really for her and the pups. Sighing, the Shepherdess forced the thoughts of her sexy tiger lover out of her head before she could get too turned on, as there was no way she could relieve herself.
Diane shivered as the air conditioner near her bed kicked on, blasting her with cold air. All she was wearing was a thin maternity nightgown, and with most of her skin and fur stretched taut over her drum-tight belly, the canine was freezing. "Mama?" she called out, hoping her mother was on her side of the house. She was in no condition to be waddling around looking for a blanket.
"What is it, darling?" Camille Ingram pushed open her daughter's door, peeking into the room. A more mature German Shepherd, she had much of her daughter's beauty, though her eyes were getting crow's feet at the edges and her muzzle was beginning to go grey.
"Can you find me a blanket? I'm cold," said Diane, shivering.
Her mother sighed. "I told Dominick not to set the thermostat so low. He'll have to fix it when he gets back from the store. I'll be right back with a blanket, dear." Camille disappeared from the doorway. Within moments she reappeared with a soft navy blue blanket that she tucked around her daughter's swollen body.
Diane relaxed into her mother's touch. The blanket must have come from Spencer's closet - it smelled like him. "What's Dad getting from the store?" she asked curiously.
"Blankets. Bottles. Baby formula. You know, I really wish you'd have agreed to an ultrasound so we would know how many pups you're having, and what gender. We would know what supplies to get you then. I hate not knowing," said her mother with a slight frown. Diane fought a moment of panic as her mother brought up the ultrasound topic again. It was a sensitive subject with her family. Her parents wanted to use the latest imaging devices to see what her pups would look like, while the Shepherdess wanted to hide the fact that her step-brother was the father of her children for as long as possible.
Yeah, she knew it definitely wasn't the smartest route, hiding it from their parents. But she also didn't want to see the look of heartbreak on their faces when they learned of their children's incestuous relationship, loving though it might be.
"Well, it doesn't matter now," continued Camille, not noticing her daughter's panicked face. "You're going to give birth soon. Within the week, most likely. Are you ready?"
Diane took a deep breath. "As ready as I'll ever be. Mama, will - can Spencer be here? When I give birth?" She felt a flicker of shame in asking, as if her mother would be able to divine from the question itself just who the father of her children was, but she forced herself to remain calm.
The older Shepherdess' face registered a look of surprise. "I would have thought you would have wanted your brother and Dominick not to be present at such a thing."
"I don't care if Dad is here or not," replied the younger flippantly, "I just want Spencer to be here when the time comes."
"You'll have to ask Spencer that yourself, darling." Her mother leaned forward, gently kissing her rounded belly. "I still can't believe that my baby is having babies of her own." With that said, the older Shepherdess stood and left the room, leaving her pregnant daughter to nap.
When Spencer got home, she asked him if he would be there for her when the time came to deliver their children. "Di, I would quit my job in a heartbeat and steal a car to get here if you needed me," he insisted, wrapping his arms around her. Though initially reluctant to continue their incestuous affair after their first heat-driven fling, Spencer had come to love her as much as she loved him.
"Wouldn't you get in trouble for that?" she asked, giggling. Nothing made her feel as safe as being in Spencer's arms.
"Probably. But at least I'd be there for you and our pups," he replied, kissing her. The Shepherdess' belly was so huge that the tiger had to curl himself over her belly just to reach her mouth. The two relaxed in comfortable silence, before a fidgeting Diane broke it.
"Spence, please make love to me. I've been thinking about you all day. And you know how horny that makes me. Please?" she begged, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
Her step-brother frowned. "Di, I'm not sure that's a good idea. Mom and Dad are home. We could get caught. And you're just days away from giving birth. What if we hurt the pups?"
"You're right," she sighed. "It was a stupid idea. Forget it." Unable to move the majority of her swollen body, she simply turned her head so she was no longer looking at him.
"How could I ignore the needs of my lover?" Spencer murmured, kissing her neck. "I may be unwilling to fuck you, but there are other ways of relieving your tension, my dear." As the Shepherdess' tail began to wag, the tiger pulled down her maternity top, exposing her pregnancy-enlarged breasts.
"Spence, what-?" Diane's question was cut short by her step-brother descending on her right nipple and beginning to suckle. The Shepherdess bit back a moan as the tiger played with her nipple, nibbling and licking at the dusky nub. All of a sudden Spencer made a noise of surprise, pulling back and licking at his lips. "Spencer? What happened?"
The tiger murred, embarrassed by his reaction. "It's nothing. I - I just wasn't expecting milk to come out," he muttered.
Hearing that, Diane giggled. "Well, I will need the milk for the pups. But hopefully not for a few more days. Go ahead and drink up, if you want." There was something intensely kinky about the idea of letting her step-brother drink from her breasts, and she intended to take full advantage of the idea.
Eyes lighting up like a child on Christmas day, Spencer leaned back in to her chest. Diane could feel his purrs vibrate her entire body, as well as the relieving sensation of having her breast drained of milk. When her first breast had run dry, her step-brother immediately switched to the other, his tail twitching happily as he suckled.
"Diane?" Her bedroom door swung open, revealing the white and black-striped figure of her stepfather, Dominick. The younger tiger sprang off of his step-sister and they both looked at the doorway guiltily. Thankfully, however, the white tiger was as blind as a feral bat without his glasses on, and was only able to make out two brown and orange blurs on the bed. "Sweetheart, you need your rest. Spencer, get to bed. You have work in the morning."
"Okay, Dad. Night, Di," the young tiger mumbled, pushing his way past his father. Dominick remained for several moments, scrutinizing the young Shepherdess, before bidding her good night and leaving. Despite the pleasurable feelings still radiating from her breasts, Diane had the sinking feeling that something had gone terribly wrong.
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"How was the appointment at the optometrist's, dear?" Camille asked as Dominick entered their bedroom.
"It was fine," he replied distractedly, taking off his watch and setting it on the bedside table. "They gave me contacts." He hesitated, wondering if he should bring up the subject that was bothering him. "Cam... Have you ever noticed anything... odd between the children?"
Camille looked up from her book and pushed her reading glasses up the bridge of her muzzle. "Odd? What do you mean?"
Dominick wasn't quite sure what to say next. "I went into Diane's room to tell her good night. Spencer was in there. And he..." the tiger hesitated, his white cheeks turning pink, "he was sucking on her breasts."
To his surprise, Camille didn't seem very perturbed by the news. "A woman's breasts can become so full of milk that they are painful. Perhaps he was just helping her to relieve the pressure," the older Shepherdess suggested calmly.
The tiger shook his head, removing his outerwear and peeling back the covers to climb into the bed next to his wife. "No, I don't think so. They looked so guilty, like they were hiding something."
"Maybe they were just ashamed that you saw them in that position." The Shepherdess glanced at her husband with a smile. "Remember when the children walked in on us making love? Spencer couldn't have been more than seven, and Diane had just turned four. Remember what you did?"
The white tiger couldn't help the grin that came to his face. "I said, 'Don't worry. Mommy and I are just playing a game. Run along.' And when they left I fucked you like there was no tomorrow."
"Yes you did, my little exhibitionist," the German Shepherd agreed with a smile, reaching over him to turn out the light before climbing on top of her husband.
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Diane's stomach hurt. The pains had started earlier in the afternoon, and they were coming with greater frequency as time went on. She knew what was happening, of course, even though her water hadn't yet broken. She had attended enough classes to aid her in birth to know that she was going into labor. Her only problem was that no one else was home, and she couldn't find the damn phone.
The Shepherdess hauled herself to her feet, supporting her massive swollen stomach with both hands as she stumbled towards the doorway. She leaned against the wooden frame, fumbling with the doorknob. "When did this thing get so hard to open?" she muttered through the haze of lingering pain. Finally managing to open the door, the canine waddled into the hallway.
As another contraction took hold of her, causing her to lean against the wall for support, Diane tried to remember which room held the closest phone. Was it Spencer's room, just diagonal from hers? No, he would have taken his phone to work with him. The same was true of Dominick, who had been called to an emergency meeting at work, and her mother, who had to show up at court with her client today. No, the closest phone was in the living room, which was at the other end of the long hall. Grimacing as her contraction ended, Diane slowly shuffled down the hall.
It took her several minutes to reach the living room, and another minute to reach the phone. The phone's hook was, thankfully, right next to a couch, and the young Shepherdess laid down on it gratefully, dialing Spencer's cellphone number with shaking hands.
He picked up on the fourth ring. "Hello?"
She did her best to keep the fear and strain from her voice. "Spencer? I need you. Please come home."
There was a sigh from the other end of the line. "Di, you know I can't just pick up and leave work whenever you get an itch you want me to scratch."
Diane opened her mouth to tell him it wasn't like that this time, but at that moment another contraction hit her. Instead of words, a keening wail escaped from her maw like a ghost that had been trapped inside her body. She clamped down on it a moment later, but her step-brother had already heard the noise and guessed her condition. "I'm on my way, Di. Wait for me."
The phone beeped the end of the conversation before she could growl at him to ask what else he expected her to do, throw a javelin or something? Resigned to wait, the Shepherdess clenched and howled her way through three more contractions before the door burst open and Spencer dropped to his knees beside her.
"Okay, okay. We need to get you into the bathroom. It won't be much longer before your water breaks, and Mom won't be happy if the couch gets all messed up." Her step-brother spoke in a rush, running a hand through his head fur. Scooping her up in his arms - if Diane hadn't already known her step-brother worked out, she would have been surprised by how strong he was - he made his way down the hall into the bathroom, where he gently laid her in the tub with her lower body towards the drain.
It was just in time, too. Shortly after she was set down, Diane let out a cry of shock as something within her snapped, amniotic fluids rushing out and soaking her lower body. "Did you call Mom and Dad?" Spencer asked uncertainly as he hiked the ruined maternity dress above his step-sister's head. "Because I'm not really sure what to do next..."
"Next, you help me give birth to our pups!" Diane hissed through clenched teeth as another contraction rocked her. They were coming even faster now, barely a minute apart. She knew it wouldn't be long before she gave life to the first of her children.
Indeed, Spencer soon shouted, "I see a head!" as he peered between her legs. As the next contraction struck, Diane pushed as hard as she could, sending the small being sliding into its father's arms. Immediately the infant began to squall at the change in temperature. She heard Spencer choke on a sob. "He's beautiful. He's a perfect, beautiful little... herm?"
Diane held out her arms to take the child. As the tiger handed it to her, she noted its mixed sexes, most notably the phallus, which had both a feline's barbs and the knot of a canine. Idly she thought that when her daughter grew up, she would have any man or woman lusting after her. Then the Shepherdess' eyes turned to the child's figure. While a German Shepherd like her mother and grandmother, the babe had inherited the white tiger pelt of her grandfather. Diane felt a chill go down her spine as she held her daughter to her breast. There would be no hiding the pups' heritage after this.
The contractions continued, signalling that the young mother was not done delivering her young. The next child took much longer to come into the world. By the time its head began to show, its sister's fur had completely dried out and begun to fluff up. "Push, Di, push!" Spencer encouraged as he grinned up at his lover.
Diane flashed the tiger a tired smile, pushing again with the next contraction. This child was a full-fledged male, sharing in his sister's mixed genetalia. Unlike his sister, however, he was a tiger with the brown and black fur of a German Shepherd.
Compared to the previous two births, the third took longer than the first and much less time than the second. She became close to giving up on several occasions as the pain and fatigue became too much, but her tiger lover encouraged her to keep going each time. With a final, excruciating push, a third child found its way into the world.
"It's a girl," Spencer said in a hushed, awed tone. He was reluctant to give his daughter up at first, until Diane insisted that the child needed to be fed. The girl was as lovely as both of her siblings, a Shepherdess with the orange striped fur of her father. Diane felt her heart swell as she looked at her children, whom her mate had cleaned and swaddled in towels between births.
"They're so beautiful," she murmured, her eyes half-closing from exhaustion.
"They are," Spencer agreed. "As are you, Di." The mates shared a kiss, only to break apart when someone cleared their throat from the doorway.
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