Cuckolded by Her Mother Ch. 28

That didn't mean, however, that Fyr didn't imagine how much better things would be if only she didn't have to sneak him off just for her mother and her husband to fuck in their absence. It only raised more questions than it answered and, to her at least, it seemed easier for her to have Kao around the troublemakers in question. It kept them sweet even if did not keep them sane, the lust of the demons in the equation rising more and more with every passing moment in which they were not permitted to fulfil what made them what they were at heart.

It was cruel, yes... Swallowing hard, Fyr pressed her lips tightly together. It was cruel of her to keep Ropes and Sasha from what they so clearly enjoyed. Hell, even Scott seemed to enjoy it, although she could not have honestly have said what was quite going on there, but there was no haze of illicit seduction or hypnosis in his eyes and, well, the stoat could leave at any point. Who was she to reign supreme and order others about when she was, very clearly, the one at the bottom of the totem pole?

Kao eyed her: she could feel it. It was something that she'd always been able to tell, just when her brother's eyes were on her, seeming to bore intricately into her very soul. Considering how unaware she could be about her surroundings at others times, however, it was strange that she found herself so intimately in tune with him at times, as if something more was supposed to be building there. But that was ridiculous... He was her brother and their relationship was as developed as Fyr could ever hope or wish for it to be. Hellfire - he'd flown across just to be with her and support her when he thought something was terribly wrong! What kind of dragoness would she be not to be so, so very grateful for a brother like that? At least he would take her silence for some kind of discomfort about Ropes. His worry about her relationship, or lack of it, with her husband, finally seemed like the very least of her worries.

"There is no deal."

Yeah, sure thing, bro, let me just spill the beans and tell you how completely and utterly fucked up my life is. But, now here's the trick - I actually like my life this way! It's fun and it's twisted and things are weird but a good kind of weird. I'm allowed to like something even if I don't really understand it but you're too caught up in the precious, normal scope of your life to see anything different there!

Of course, that was hardly a rant that Fyr was going to let out in to the air between them, her chest heaving and eyes alight with the raw fury of passion that she had never, not really, brought up to the surface. Neither was Kao buying the few words that she was willing to impart, not that she expected him to in the first place. But there was so much going on beneath the surface that she could not possibly expect him not to read something into her expression too, even though he was not really going along the right lines still.

"Sure, sis..." He leaned back, paws tucked behind his head and elbows jutting out at a sharp angle. "Look, there's something not right here, you hardly spend any time with Ropes. And it's nice that mom is here and all but don't the two of you need your own space now? She's hovering, always about when Ropes is..."

The blue dragon inhaled slowly and deeply, chest rising for breath.

"It's like she thinks he's going to, you know..."

He spoke very carefully and clearly as if he was sounding the words out in his own mind, rolling them around his mouth, before actually saying them aloud. That in itself was strange enough for Kao but there was more still to come as blood roared between Fyr's ears, each and every breath seeming to rake through her as if she was dragging it out, painfully so.

"Fyr," he said, after a long pause. "He's not... Does he...hurt you?"

Fyr gaped but the laugh that burst from her lips was entirely out of place and context, sharp and pealing and entirely a relief to a chest and body that may have otherwise, very well, have burst open completely from the tension held inside.

"W-what?" She howled, barely able to keep the truck straight on the road, flashing by a growing cornfield. "Ropes? Hurt me? Are you out of your mind?"

"Come on," he growled, for once snapping back at her, aggravation rearing its ugly head. "It's serious, Fyr, I'm not joking around here or trying to have a laugh. Does he hurt you? He is a demon..."

"Hey now."

But that had Fyr stone cold sober in an instant, sitting up and staring straight ahead at the road, the tears of laughter that had prickled up to life in the corners of her eyes cooling rapidly. As funny as it was, there was nothing like that to bring her back down to earth, rather abruptly, with a bump. Kao blinked and half-shrugged but even he knew her well enough to know when he'd gone just a little bit too far.

"That's not on, Kao," she said firmly, not even looking at him as her knuckles rang with pain, gripping the steering wheel with more force than was strictly necessary. "You know how bad things were before. Don't bring that up again now."

"You know he's hurt other people..."

"In self-defence!" She snapped back, jerking the wheel as the back tyres skidded in the dust, rage curdling through. "He'd never actually harm anyone! Do you expect him just to sit back and take everything just because he's a demon?"

"Hey now, I'm sorry, maybe I was wrong there," Kao hastened to add, holding his paws up. "I didn't mean it like that, maybe shouldn't have said it... But you can't deny that things are a bit strange, can you?"

Well...no. But she wasn't going to say that, as much as it was true. There were many things that she wouldn't say to her brother, of course, as much as she really did love him. As a brother, that was, nothing more. But he pressed the issue, as driven as he always was, fixing his sights on one goal and one goal alone. It was both one of his best traits and, undoubtedly, his very worst one too.

"Demons are different," Kao said bluntly, though it was not as if he truly needed to state the obvious. "You can't say otherwise, Fyr, you know he's different to you and me. He's a different kind of fur, what with the tentacles and the eyes...the way he looks at you. You have to bear that in mind. I'm surprised things have gone so well between you two, considering what you know they get up to, they just can't help themselves when they 'need' something..."

Fyr winced and, this time, Kao caught it, an eyebrow raising.

"What? Has he slept around with others then? Is that it?"

The dragoness took a breath, forcing down the churning ball of nerves in her gut. Close... True, yet not the truth.

"No..." She said slowly and clearly, dragging out the word just to buy herself a little more time. "Not...not without me saying it's okay."

Would that be enough to placate him?

Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please...

"Well, I get that," Kao said with a shrug, a little of the tension leaving him in the roll of his shoulders. "Thing is, well, Chem and I kind of have a similar little arrangement, it's not really all that different... Just to have a spot of fun, you know, with guys and girls ourselves. As long as they're not a different gender, it's all good, we've both got an itch to scratch and well -"

"Wait, what?"

Kao swore and grabbed for the handle above the door, clinging to it as if for a lifesaver in a storm, hurled overboard and bobbing on waves that threatened to sweep him up and away. The dragoness cursed in turn, spitting out words that didn't really have any meaning at all, incoherent as she both tried to keep one eye on the road and give her brother the full force of her wrath.

"You've talked enough shit about my husband," she snapped, although mere words alone could not truly convey the whiplash of her tone. "And now this? Really, Kao? You've got a good fucking thing going on and you go and ruin it with a...a...an arrangement like that? And you think my thing is worse than that?"

Of course, it was different but that didn't stop her from lashing out at him, all of the bundled up anger and nerves wrapped up in her gut striking out with a fierce blow that cut deeper than intended. Kao reeled back visibly, a muscle jumping in the corner of his jaw, but she didn't stop, ploughing on and spitting globs of flame (damn, no wonder she kept the old truck after so many years) as she snarled and ripped into him with every last bit of strength and energy she had left in her body.

"What the hell can you say about things here if you have that sort of arrangement going on?" Fyr growled, eyes narrowed as the wheel seemed to judder even within the hold of her paws, simmering down into an icy chill that locked into her very bones. "You think you can come all up in here, all high and mighty, and things will be alright? Everyone's different and, hell, Kao, you can't have a proper relationship when you're both going off fucking everyone else!"

"Like you can talk with how your fucking marriage is going!" He shot back, easily slipping into the tongue-lashing he would have given her, oh so very quickly, in their younger days, digging in his heels against a manner of perceived wrong. "You're not exactly on good terms with Ropes now either, are you? It doesn't matter what you say!"

That struck home a little too hard, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes even as she sucked in a breath that could have been a gasp, blood roaring in her ears.

"Sure thing, Kao, but at least I'm not orchestrating my own destruction," she snarled, lips pulling up along the line of her teeth as she returned the firing blow, the truck juddering back and forth across the road as even her control slipped. "You have a good thing there, Chem is lovely, your relationship is lovely... Just what the hell do you think you're doing killing it off like that? If you're going to fuck around with others, you may as well break up now and get on with it all you want elsewhere."

The instance of the pot calling the kettle black was not lost on Kao, for all that he knew about her situation, as tentative and tenuous as it was. Each and every day Fyr spent around her husband seemed to be an exercise in walking on a knife-edge, balancing one thing with another thing and then yet another thing that would, of course, through her off balance and tumbling to the snapping jaws of the sharks below, waves crashing on rocks.

Uncomfortably, silence stretched between them, both siblings simmering away for different reasons, for perhaps Kao too thought that there was just a little note of truth in Fyr's words, even if he did not want to acknowledge that, not even to himself. There was only one person - well, two - that could answer the question as to whether or not their relationship was working and that was a question also that needed to be revisited frequently, ever with the chance of change right around the corner.

"Look, sis..." Kao broke the silence, casting a quick look at her before fixing his gaze back out the window. "It's our deal, that we can sleep with others... Well, for us it's just that we can sleep with others of the same sex, guys with guys and girls with girls - like that. Anything else is off limits though and we like it that way. It can work. It works for us. It doesn't work for others - we've seen that ourselves and we know it too, don't think we don't. Maybe it's something to work for you and Ropes too - I can't tell you that. But it's made things so much more...just fun, Fyr, it's just fun. I know you probably don't want to know this, that it's way too much for you to know about your brother's sex life but..."

Oh, but she did want to know. Fyr caught her breath, pressing her lips so tightly together that they very nearly pursed. He didn't know that she'd watched, of course, and enjoyed watching him too. Oh, how she wanted to know more about his sex life, even as he hesitated and she simply could not push, could not acquire those delicious, juicy details however much she, of course, disagreed with them for the sake of his own relationship.

Swallowing hard, Fyr shivered.

"No... Look, it's fun to be with others, Fyr, and you know there were a few nice drakes before too," he said at last, rushing his words in what seemed to be an effort to be blunt and direct - she could not quite tell. "It's about being open and honest and all that crap in between that makes it work, although it's not easy. You've already said that and it seems like you know all about it too, even if you won't tell me what you really mean there..."

"Yeah... Okay, yeah, Kao, I'm sorry."

It was harder than she realised to make that apology, wanting to dive in and 'save' him while still wanting to see just how much of his relationship she could dig into, lust after and want for. The words stuck in her throat, thick and unwieldy, and Fyr sighed heavily, bowing forward until the metaphorical weight on her shoulders, although sometimes, just sometimes, she would have sworn that it was a very physical weight bearing her on and down to age more and more quickly than ever.

"Thanks, Fyr, I'm sorry too. Guess it's just one of those things that gets a bit heated between us, hey?" He laughed softly and bumped her arm as they turned down the drive, trying to ease what tension had grown between them. "We can agree to differ but, just, think about it, alright? And ask me anything. I know I'm your little brother but I'm here for you too."

Although she nodded, Fyr could not have said that she was entirely on board with it, her mind wanting, of course, to play the part of the knowledgeable older sister who could guide her little, younger brother onto the right back. But just how could she possibly do anything of that ilk or nature when her own life was so upside down and such a mess? She barely had a leg to stand on, not even as she got out of the truck and took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling just a little more settled in herself for being home again. After all, it was just where she was supposed to be.

"I... Hm... Kao?"

He fell into step beside her, the truck parked up in its usual spot, cast beneath the boughs of a deciduous tree that had grown on Fyr just enough for her to reconsider having it chopped down.

"Yeah, sis?"

"I..."

Oh, why was it so hard to say what she needed to, a sisterly grumble rising up from the pit of her belly? How could he ever take her seriously with what was happening to her, even if she knew in her heart of hearts that it had been taking that sexual lust to the next level that had spurred off every last sordid issue she'd had with her family? There was no way to say without spilling all and she sighed, casting away the words that she'd wanted to say almost as soon as they had, initially, appeared.

"Nothing, Kao... Nothing I haven't said already. Just you guys be careful, alright? You love Chem, I can see it in both of you, and I can't imagine that you to want to break up over something so ridiculous when you have each other. That's something special and you should know it."

He nodded, the light quirk of his lips showing, quite clearly, that he had not taken in a single word as they mounted the steps to the front deck together, shoulders nearly brushing. The siblings looked nothing alike and yet they would soon see that they were more alike than they had any right to be, what went on inside their minds and souls more intricately woven together than they could have told.

And that was just why Fyr had to try, had to just try a little bit harder to save him, her sweet brother, from her fate. For who knew how bad a path he could end up going down if she did not do what she could from the beginning? Something in her chest tightened. Maybe there was still hope for him.

"And I know you don't want to hear it but...this fucking hall pass crap though, Kao..." Fyr grumbled, pushing her way through the door. "It's got to stop. Or keep it away from me, alright? Maybe you're right and maybe it's not something that I should be involved with, but it sure as hell doesn't seem right to me. And if you think it's alright for you to tell me what to do with my life, I'm sure gonna offer up something in return. You got that?"

Behind her, the blue drake rolled his eyes - but only because he knew that she wouldn't be able to see him. There was no sense in, actually, poking a very literal dragon, after all. And hell hath no true fury like a dragoness unleashed.

"Yeah, sure, sis," he grumbled. "I'll stay out of your stuff if that's how you want to play it, though I don't think it's right, I really don't."

Snorting, Fyr flipped her paw, although she held herself back just enough to refrain from making a rude gesture.

"Then that's what we'll leave it at."

Unfortunately for the two of them - perhaps more so for one than the other - they were not alone. Around the side of the house with her jaws clamped tightly shut as the hermaphrodite Scott went to town between her legs, licking and lapping and slurping without a care in the world, she had barely been able to keep herself quiet as they locked up the truck and made their way inside, wings flared and trembling all the while. But it was just as well that she had not revealed herself to them, as entertaining as that could have been, for fresh information had now come her way. And it was very much information that she needed, the tip of her tail curling back and forth as she finally tipped her head back and moaned, rocking and grinding her hips up into his snout until the afterglow warmed her taut and ready muscles, body already craving more.

The stoat was oblivious to the glitter in her eye, however, as he pushed his nose even further between her legs, tongue flicking down and over the tightness of her anal ring. He did not care for anything that may have been taboo, exploring what he willed as he groaned softly against her, nuzzling in as if the warmth of her scales and strong, demonic thighs was all that he could ever have needed in the world.

Exhaling in a rush of breath that should have been a sigh or a hiss or anything else, Sasha's lips curved up into a smirking smile, neither one nor the other truly in its essence.

"I think now I see how it is to be done..."

Scott would not know until later just what she had in mind, slurping at her sex as if it was the only thing for him in the world - not that she would have, of course, let him up after just the one orgasm. No, the pet of a demon had to do their job, after all, and she had a very special job indeed for him in mind as her son, oblivious to what was happening, moved deeper into the house with her sweetly innocent daughter.

"Sugar, you're gonna be mine."