The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Quinn wasn’t distracted last night,” Ingrid said. “Best fucking I ever had.”

“Mom?” I asked.

She glanced at my father, wondering what to say. She knew he’d heard her begging to be fucked last night. Everyone had heard her.

Finally, Mom said, “I have no words to describe it.”

Safe, but descriptive.

Brigitte had fewer filters. “Every time you begged to be fucked, Simon had to fuck me again. It’s a wonder he’s not a dehydrated husk whose dick fell off.”

Now that she mentioned it, Dad’s prick did look a little raw and red. Not that I was looking at Dad’s dick, mind you, but still.

“I hope you had a good time with Brigitte,” Mom said.

“I did all right,” Dad said. “Everyone heard how you were doing.”

Mom blushed. Considering she was standing naked on the deck, we could see her whole body turn red.

“I was so bad,” Mom said.

“I’m glad you had a good time,” Dad said.

“Really?”

“Really.”

He held her, hugging her, then giving her a kiss.

“In case anyone wondered, Jessica and I had a great time too,” Gretchen said.

“We weren’t wondering,” Brigitte said. “We could hear you too, even if no one howled to announce another orgasm.”

Gretchen laughed. “I’m glad it wasn’t our little secret. Did anyone get much sleep last night?”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Everyone shook their heads and laughed with her.

Mom came over to me and hugged me. “I think I see the start of your baby bump,” she said, running her hand over my tummy. “Are you excited you’re going to be a mother?”

“I am, because I’m helping the wolves, but it will be different for me. I’ll have to give up my child, unable to keep it.”

She nodded, hugging me again. Everyone but Mom eventually sat down.

“My sitting parts are a little tender at the moment,” she explained.

Quinn was bringing out some plates and condiments. “Why don’t you and Simon sit in the hot tub after breakfast? It will help a little with the tenderness,” he said. “You’re not in any rush to go today, are you?” He turned on the hot tub, right on the deck.

“We’re only going to Bar Harbor today,” I said. “We can probably stay for lunch.”

“Alas, I’ll have to leave after breakfast, to hunt down those rogue wolves near Portland. You’re welcome to stay until you’re ready. Just lock up before you go.”

“Thank you, Quinn,” I said. “You’ve been the perfect host.”

He smiled at me. “You’re welcome. Gretchen, I’d like you to paint me something for my house. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure something out I’d like.”

“Would you like Jessica in it?” She grinned at him.

“See, I knew you’d know what I’d like.” He smiled back.

“I’ll make some sketches this morning before we go.”

Quinn had baked some kind of breakfast dish combining eggs, sausages, red peppers, onions, scallions, and bacon. It tasted great. As soon as he finished eating, he left in his pick-up. Mom and Dad got in the hot tub and were soon canoodling something awful.

“I think wolves are a bad influence on people,” I told Brigitte and Ingrid, who were helping me clean up. “It seems as soon as we’re around you, we all start screwing all the time.”

“Are you upset about that?” Ingrid asked.

“Not really. Maybe it’s that wolves can’t get sick. People worry about getting sick when they have sex. Syphilis, gonorrhea, AIDS. I guess it took the fun out of sex for us. For you, sex is a romp in the hay, with little to worry about except about getting pregnant. Sex has to be carefully considered for us. Who are we going to trust our health to?”

“I’m surprised Quinn didn’t ask you to have sex with him,” Ingrid said. “His eyes were constantly on you last night at supper.”

“He did.”

“So why weren’t you screaming his name last night?” Ingrid asked.

“Jessica told him to fuck you and her mother,” Brigitte said.

“You heard our conversation?” I asked her. She nodded.

“Why?” Ingrid asked.

“Because she wanted to spend time with Gretchen, and he was distracted on Saturday night and she felt he could do a better job for you.”

“Why her mother?” Ingrid asked.

“I’m not sure,” Brigitte said. “Why did you tell him to fuck your mother?”

“Because the best sex I ever had was with him, and I felt she should experience it once,” I said. “Did you hear the rest of it?”

“I heard it all,” Brigitte said.

“What else is there?” Ingrid asked

“He wants to mate with her.”

“A human?”

“That’s what I said. I don’t understand it. Wolves are much better looking than I am. I still don’t know if I trust him. Why me?” I asked.

“I’m not even sure Quinn knows the reason why,” Brigitte said. “Some wolves just feel this intense attraction to their natural mates. I think you’re that person, even though you’re not a wolf.”

When we finished, and had gone back out on the deck, Mom said, “Brigitte, can you please take care of my husband? I’m still too sore for sex.”

“Sure, Anita, happy to help.”

Brigitte stepped into the hot tub and pointed her posterior at my Dad, who promptly filled her up. It didn’t take long for him to climax, with the playing around which had gone before. My mother licked the remnants of his orgasm off Brigitte when he pulled out, her mouth being less sore than the rest of her.

“You’re all sex crazed,” Gretchen said, sketching the view off of Quinn’s back deck.

“I figured that out when my parents started having sex in front of me,” I said.

“Do we embarrass you?” Dad asked as Mom cleaned off his dick as well, before he sat back down.

“Not now. The first time, maybe, although I’ve witnessed so much public sex, it’s not that surprising to me anymore. I feel I’m living in a porno movie.”

Ingrid laughed. “Wolves do love sex, and we’re not too particular as to where we have it.”

“I’ve noticed. You don’t even call it sex. You call it socializing. I’m going to suggest we leave before lunch so we don’t mess up Quinn’s kitchen again.”

“Fine by me,” Gretchen said. “I need you to go stand down there on the rocks, next to that miserable little pine tree trying to grow out of the rocks. Then turn your head and look back at the house, as if you’re looking at Quinn, asking him to come down.”

“You too?”

“I recognize the symptoms, Jess. I’ve got them myself. The wolf is head over heels.”

“Shit!”

“After you pose. Go on now.”

I did as she suggested, standing next to a windswept pine tree barely taller than I was. I held still for fifteen or twenty minutes, until Gretchen said she was done, then she sent Conor down there as a wolf, sitting next to me as I looked over the water with my hand in his ruff. When she said she was done, we walked back up to the deck and looked at her sketches. They were great. I could envision the paintings they’d become, even in the rough form they were now. I bent down and kissed her and the others also looked at them, praising Gretchen for her skill.

We packed up our stuff and locking up the house, headed for Bar Harbor, our first stop, taking lunch in Belfast on our way. I’d gotten us rooms at the Bar Harbor Grand Hotel, because it was one of the few places I checked that allowed more than two persons per room. If I’d gone to the Bed and Breakfast that was my first choice, I’d have needed four rooms, though I’m not sure they would all have gotten used.

The Grand Hotel allowed three guests in the room with the king size bed, and four in the room with the two queens. The fact we were all adults raised a few eyebrows though. I was going to put Brigitte and Conor in the room with Dad and Mom, but Brigitte said she was due to become fertile in a day or two, so suggested Ingrid for their room and she for mine and Gretchen’s. No one had a problem with that arrangement. We planned to stay for three full days and four nights to do some serious hiking, and perhaps running in Acadia NP.