The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Brigitte is Knocked Up

Lisette and I were headed to the Portland airport to pick up my folks, Gretchen and Ingrid. Both Brigitte and Conor were teaching the martial arts class that afternoon and couldn’t go. Lisette was acting as my bodyguard in their absence, as she needed less training than the others. The Jeep held five handily, but not six, which brought up a problem. Someone was going to have to sit in someone else’s lap, although I didn’t foresee that being a huge issue for a relatively short trip. I didn’t think my father would have a problem with any female in his lap and Ingrid probably wouldn’t mind Gretchen in hers.

“Do we have access to a larger vehicle at Wolf Central?” I asked Lisette. “I don’t want to take two cars on a road trip. I’m taking seven of us on Monday, but this one isn”t going to hold all seven, or will we have to rent something?”

“The pack has a couple big three seat Suburbans for hauling people around. You want to switch to the larger vehicle tomorrow when you introduce Ingrid to the Maine pack?”

“That would be great. Does Ingrid have to submit to Rene?”

“What do you think?”

“I think pack politics is a pain in the ass.”

“It works for us. Strange wolves are considered a problem until they submit.”

“I assume the pack will want to meet the others as well?”

“It’s for the best. They’ll smell other werewolves on them, so best to let everyone know they’re friends of the pack. You can have Ingrid and Conor ride in the back on the dog pads when you go there tomorrow.”

“That’s cool.”

We greeted everyone warmly when they arrived at baggage claim. Hugs and kisses all around. Mom and Dad had one suitcase, Ingrid and Gretchen another. As soon as we got them, we led them out to the Jeep.

“As you can see, it’s a five seat vehicle. Dad, why don’t you ride in the front with Lisette for the extra leg room, and perhaps Mom, as the smallest of us, can sit in Ingrid’s lap? It’s about an hour’s drive to Bath. Are you hungry? Does anyone need to eat first?”

“I don’t need to eat as much as I need to stretch my legs,” Ingrid said. “A good run would be great, but I’ll take the stretch for now.”

“We’ll make a quick stop through a drive-thru on our way out of town,” Lisette said. “Then we’ll head to a rest stop where you can take a quick run.”

“Works for me,” Ingrid said.

We piled into the Jeep and Mom sat on Ingrid’s lap. We stopped at a McDonald’s and got three plain QP’s apiece for each wolf, and Big Mac’s or Chicken McNuggets for the rest of us. About four miles down the road, there was a rest stop on the freeway and Brigitte pulled in. We ate our food, then making sure she had some privacy, Ingrid quickly stripped off her clothes, shifted into a wolf, and dashed into the woods near our picnic table. About ten minutes into her run, we heard a wolf howling, with another one following shortly thereafter.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Lisette said. Another family had moved closer to us and she couldn’t shift, so she handed me Ingrid’s clothes and I followed her into the woods about a hundred feet, then she shed hers, asking me to stay there with both sets of clothes. I nodded, and she shifted and howled moments after she shifted. I suspected that a New England pack wolf had scented the newcomer, but I didn’t have a clue.

About ten minutes later, two wolves loped up to me one of them the familiar color of Lisette’s wolf. They both shifted and I handed them their clothes. They quickly got dressed and we went back to the picnic table.

“What was the trouble,” I asked, the others also curious.

“A couple rogue wolves had Ingrid cornered.” Lisette said. “Bitch out on her own, not one of Rene’s pack, they thought they had easy pickings. At the moment I arrived, they were still growling, telling her to submit, and Ingrid told them they could go to hell. I came up behind them so fast, they didn’t realize I was there until I bowled one over and took a stand beside her, telling them to leave her alone or I’d sic Quinn after them, as she was an honored guest of the New England pack. They tucked tail and ran. No one wants Quinn after them. He’s got a nasty reputation among rogue shifters.”

“You’re friends of Quinn’s?” Ingrid asked. “Even Wisconsin wolves have heard of him.”

“Friends is a misnomer,” I said. “We know Quinn, he may even be the sire of my puppy, but friends is a bit much. I pretty much hate him at the moment.”

“I’d like to meet him,” Ingrid said.

“He’s supposed to put on a ladies only male strip review at Wolf Central on Saturday night. I planned for all the ladies to go, even though I know Gretchen has no interest in male cocks. I thought it would be fun to mingle, then we were going to settle in for a good cunt licking fest, except for anyone who wanted to fuck one of the strippers.” I looked at Mom and Dad. “Are you two still doing some playing on the side.”

“Eric has stopped by a couple of times since you left, and spent the night” Dad said. “No other females.”

“I was hoping to get him laid while we were here,” Mom said. “I feel bad I’m the only one getting sex on the side.”

“Dawn would probably do Dad if you wanted, and he’ll get plenty of strange here if you want. You can spend the night with Conor and Brigitte tonight,” I said. “Gretchen, Ingrid and I can take the other bedroom.”

“What’s strange?” Mom asked.

“Strange pussy, Mom. Unfamiliar women. There are three other breeders with wolf bodyguards. Lisette is one of them. You’ll meet them tonight. Two of them are mated pairs. They’ll happily give Dad some strange. One of the breeders might as well. Her boyfriend is a willing cuckold, and she frequently fucks other men in front of him. He doesn’t know about the wolves, though, so you have to keep it secret around him.”

“What’s the difference between me and him?” Dad asked. “Aren’t I a willing cuckold?”

“You and Mom are more in an open relationship, where you can both bed other people. Carl doesn’t get to fuck anyone else, and in fact, he’s kept locked up in a cock cage, and can’t have sex without his Mistress’ permission. There’s a submissive and humiliation aspect to his cuckoldry. He’s frequently made fun of for his sexual inadequacies. He frequently has to suck the cum of her other lovers from her pussy, and suck the cocks of her lovers to prepare them to fuck his fiancée.”

“Is he bisexual or sexually inadequate?” Mom asked.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Not really. Carl hates sucking cocks, which is why it’s so humiliating to suck one. It’s just part of his fetish, that he can’t please his girlfriend as well as her other lovers can. Of course, her other lovers are all wolves, so it’s probably true, because you know how well wolves fuck, but he doesn’t know they’re wolves. You’ll probably meet him while you’re here. He’s my next door neighbor.”

“Carl? Is that the one you got drunk and had sex with after you lost your job?” Mom asked.

“That’s the one. Perhaps I wasn’t attracted to him because he is submissive. I like alpha males, generally.”

“Goodness! Locked up and unable to have sex,” Mom said.

“Dani says that on their wedding day, she’s going to fuck all the groomsmen and the best man before she has sex with her husband. Some of them might even be his brothers.”

“And he’s good with this?” Dad asked.

“He seems to thrive on it. Like I said, he’s submissive. Did you have a good enough run, Ingrid?”

“It was fine. We can take off again.”

We got back in the jeep and headed home. Ingrid fondled my Mom while she was in her lap. It was pretty hot seeing Mom orgasm with Ingrid’s hand playing under her skirt. Dad seemed to like it too, as he was turned around to watch half the way home. When we came to a stop at my place, Ingrid pulled her messy hands out and made Mom lick them clean. So fucking perverse. Conor and Brigitte had finished class while we were gone, and Conor came out when we pulled up and got both of their bags. I told him to stick my parents bag in my room, and Gretchen’s, the pink one, in the largest of the two spare bedrooms.

My room had a king size bed, which four people might need. The other room was a queen, and we could fit three girls on it easy enough when we all liked to cuddle. When they saw that the rest of us were getting naked, my parents did too, and my Dad had an erection after watching Ingrid and my Mom for the better part of an hour. Probably anticipating the upcoming evening as well.

“Not bad,” Lisette said, giving his cock a tug, “for an older human.”

I got my parents some wine, and Ingrid and Gretchen water. My friends were bringing the food tonight, something the wolves had cooked up, so we didn’t have to cook. We took some time catching up on current events.

Gretchen and Mom both wanted to know about my breeding. Gretchen hadn’t heard about the little surprise Quinn had cooked up for me. She was pissed when she heard. Ingrid did point out I didn’t have to do it, which was true. I’d pretty much gone along because I was so pissed off. Mom had told Dad, so he wasn’t particularly surprised, although he was peevish hearing about it again.

“How can he be such an a-hole? Doesn’t he know how great you are?” Gretchen said. “I’d give my eye teeth if you’d love me. What a fucking prick! I’m going to give him a piece of my mind when I see him.”

“You’ll see him on Saturday,” I said. “Feel free. I’ve given him several pieces of mine. The whole strip thing is him trying to make up for being a bastard. I’ve wanted to have a girl’s night out for a while, but I couldn’t find anything closer than Boston or Manchester, New Hampshire for six months. I told him this was something he could do the help atone for his shitty behavior. He’s done some other stuff too.”

“What other stuff did he do?” Ingrid asked.