The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“We’re bringing lots of meat,” I said. “Maybe Dad could toss them on the grill when we get there.”

“Okay, dear. We’re really interested in knowing how you met.”

“And why I’m sleeping with both of them?”

“That too.”

“All will be revealed,” I said.

We continued on I-90 to Rockford, Illinois, then headed north to Madison, Wisconsin on I-39, 90 & 94. During the drive, I talked to them about the story I was going to give to my parents. Just past Madison, we stopped at a Culver’s where both Conor and Brigitte had triple Butterburgers, and I had a Chef’s salad since I’d be eating meat later.

Brigitte called Rene from the car and told him that we were getting close to our destination.

“I’ve spoken to the Marquette pack, and I have a phone number you’ll need to call tomorrow. An important man in the pack hierarchy named Gerhard, will expect to meet you, with a few other wolves to smell you and have you perform an act of submission.”

“Do you know where he’ll want to meet?”

“I don’t know. They’ll tell you. I would expect it to be within fifty or sixty miles of where you are, but I don’t know. I’m not really that familiar with them since they’re halfway across the country. I’ll text you the number.”

“Yes, sir. I’d like to report that both Conor and I have sampled Jessica. She was a good choice for the pack, sir.”

“Good.”

Right before Portage, I-90 and 94 break off to the west and Minnesota. I-39 ended around Wausau and US-51 took us to past Tomahawk, where we got on US-8 into Rhinelander.

Rhinelander was situated in the middle of national forests and lakes. My parents had done well for themselves and had a nice home on Boom Lake. We arrived at my parents at a quarter after five. I hugged them both. They were surprised one of them was a woman. I’d never shown any inclination towards women in the past. I introduced them.

“Mom, Dad, this is Conor and Brigitte O’Leary, the friends I told you about. This is my father and mother, Simon and Anita Huppert. Here are some steaks for the grill.” I handed them the cooler. “The rest can go in the freezer. Conor and Brigitte are on some kind of Paleo diet, so they eat lots of meat. Cook their steaks rare and bloody. We’re going to put our things up in the bedroom and we can have our chat over supper.”

They all shook hands. Both of my parents were as struck by their beauty and super human perfection as I was. They looked at each other, wondering what I was about.

“Oh, by the way, they both work as licensed bodyguards, so they brought firearms with them,” I said. “We have to meet someone tomorrow who might have a job for them, but they don’t know for sure yet.”

We went upstairs and put our things in my old bedroom, which from the scent, had been made up today. Both of them looked at some of the high school and college mementos that were still in my room, including posters of girl crushes and bands I’d followed. While they looked, and generally smelled the odors of my old room, I told them I wanted a little time to break the news to my folks. I went down to help Mom with the rest of the supper, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, and a salad.

“They’re lovely people, Jessie.”

“I know, gorgeous, right?”

“You’re having sex with a woman now? How long has that been going on?”

“The last three nights.”

“Three nights?”

“Too sudden for you?”

“How long have you known them?”

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“Jessica! You started having sex after having known them for two days?”

“It’s part of my new job.”

“What, a prostitute?” That would be the first thing she’d think of.

“No, but I was getting real close to thinking I might need to become one two weeks ago. I was getting quite desperate. I’m about $300, 000 in debt from college loans and my townhouse, and without a job. I had less than three months of expenses in the bank, and the prospects for a good paying job were nil and none. With the easing of military tensions with Russia and China, the government cancelled Navy ship contracts, and the recession hasn’t got anyone building leisure ships either. More than a third of the workforce was laid off, most of them recent hires, although a few of the older engineers took early retirement. McDonald’s jobs are not going to pay my bills.

“My new job is to be a surrogate mother. Brigitte is infertile, and can’t have children. I’m being paid $200, 000 dollars to provide them with a child. Brigitte is bisexual and wants to make sure Conor and I are only having sex to produce a child and not falling in love with one another, so she’s in bed with us to make sure no extracurricular hanky-panky is going on. As you can see, she’s extremely attractive, and I’ve enjoyed having sex with her as well.”

“That gorgeous woman can’t have children? She looks healthy as a horse.”

“I’ve seen the medical documentation myself. After being medically checked, and the doctor telling me I shouldn’t have any trouble bearing children, I agreed to help them out. I started having sex with them to make sure there wouldn’t be any sexual incompatibility, and make sure we could all get along, as they will be a part of my life for the next year or so, and perhaps longer, as they’re already thinking of having a second child as well. I’ll be paid another $200, 000 if I have that one. It gives me plenty of time to find another job in my field, and I can’t say I don’t enjoy the sex. They’re both very accomplished lovers, and it’s been the best sex I’ve ever had.”

I brought the foil wrapped baked potatoes and husk wrapped corn out to Daddy, manning the grill, and gave him the same song and dance. He took it about as well as Mother did, which wasn’t really bad. They weren’t locked into the Stone Age by any stretch of the imagination, but still considered sex as something that should be happening between people in love, and if not married, at least committed to each other. Having sex as a commercial transaction to have a baby was a little out there, but at least I was helping another couple, so that was good, and not messing up someone else’s marriage.

By the time I went back into the house, both Conor and Brigitte had come down and were regaling Mother with tales about some of the people they guarded, not mentioning any names of course, because that would be unprofessional. Since some of their protectees were werewolves, some of the stories include accounts of orgies, and other wild monkey sex, which wolves were wont to participate in.

“Did you ever have sex with any of them?” Mother asked.

“I can’t very well protect them if I’m having sex myself, can I,” Brigitte replied with a smile.

“Conor and Brigitte are teaching me some self defense, Mom. You might see us outside beating on one another from time to time. It’s important to stay in practice. If shipbuilding doesn’t pick up eventually, maybe I’ll get a job as a bodyguard.”

“Is Jessica any good?” Mom asked.

“Well, she’s in good shape and pays attention. She’s not bad for how little she’s practiced so far.”

“I’ve learned at least three ways to kill a man with a knife, and how to disarm someone else with a knife.”

“Is being a bodyguard dangerous?”

“It can be. She certainly won’t be doing any protection work when she’s pregnant,” Brigitte said. “Having a child is too important to us.”

“I’m so sorry you can’t have your own children,” Mom said.

“It is difficult, but we really like Jessica and think she’s going to work out wonderfully for us. You’ve raised a wonderful, kind, compassionate daughter.”

Dad came in. “How do you want your steak, baby? You don’t want them bloody too, do you?”

“Medium for me, Dad. I have a question for the two of you. Conor and Brigitte are naturists, what I guess you might have called nudists back in your day. Would either of you have a problem with them going about the house naked?”

They looked at each other.

“Will you be running around naked too?” Dad asked.

“I’ve taken to going naked in my house because of them, once I started having sex with them. Seemed kind of crazy not to, but I’ll wear something around the house; underwear at least.”

“If it would make you uncomfortable,” Brigitte said, “we’d understand, but Jess knows how much better we feel without clothes. It’s very freeing, and comfortable.”

“I think we might need to talk that over,” Dad said.

“How about this,” Mom said. “Why don’t you at least wear a swimsuit or, you know, underwear, to start. Kind of let us get used to the idea first?”

“That seems like a reasonable compromise,” Brigitte said. “Is that okay with you, Simon?”

“I guess I’ve seen a few people running around in swim suits before. I could live with that.”

“Thanks, we appreciate that. We’ll be right back.”

They both left and went upstairs to take off their outer clothes. I hadn’t thought to tell them that Mom and Dad lived on a lake. When we went out, maybe they could buy swim suits. For now, they’d have to do with underwear. Did wolves swim? Did they doggy paddle? I’d remembered to bring my own suit. Dad went out to start the steaks.

When they returned, Brigitte had on a lovely bra and panty set, somewhat translucent. It didn’t hide a lot, but it was coverage. Conor had on a pair of boxer briefs, which while opaque, didn’t do much to hide the alluring meat he was packing. His cock snaked down one leg, still covered, but visible as a nice bulge. Mom’s eyes kind of popped when she saw it.

Conor went outside to do some male bonding with Dad over the grill. Brigitte stayed inside to help with the last of the food prep.

“It’s a real pleasant evening,” Mom said. “I think we’ll eat outside. Brigitte, could you set the table out on the porch?”

“Of course, Mrs. Huppert.”

She took five plates and appropriate silverware outside. As soon as she was gone, Mom asked. “Is Conor as big as he looks in his underwear?”