Chapter 86

I was helping Quinn wash dishes, the others relaxing on the deck again. We were drying the last of the large dishes, the rest having gone into his dishwasher which was currently running.

"Is it too much to hope for you to join me in my bed, Jessica?" Quinn asked.

"It is tonight. I want to spend time with Gretchen. She came here to see me and I wasn't with her last night. She loves me, and even though I care for her, I can't love her back the way she'd like, so I need to spend time with her. I have another favor to ask, though."

He smiled. "What is it this time?"

"Ingrid thought you were a little distracted last night. Would you take her, Conor and my Mom to bed with you. Mom said her sex with Rene last night was the best she ever had. I want you to prove to her that you're better. And I want you to fuck Ingrid until she cries out your name in lust. Maybe yours and Conor's, if they're up for it. I want them both to have the best fucking of their lives."

"You want me to fuck your Mother? What about your father?" Quinn appeared very puzzled.

"Dad will be happy with Brigitte."

"That doesn't answer the question of why me?"

"Because I don't want you so distracted by me, that you're incapable of being the source of pleasure to anyone else. Many wolves have now told me that it seems you're entranced by me, that perhaps you'd even mate with me. I don't know if I can do that. Not because you're a wolf, but because I don't want to turn old, wrinkled and gray while you remain unchanged. So learn to enjoy others. I will try to be what I can for you, if you prove yourself to me, but I can't be more, so enjoy life, even if it's without me."

Quinn stared at me for a moment, than wrapped his wet hands around me and drew me into a kiss so good, it stole my breath away. I dropped my dish towel, and kissed him back just as fiercely. I felt my pussy moistening for him, and his large cock start to harden between us, climbing my inner thighs until it rested against my nether lips, between my legs. I was probably coating it with my juices.

"Not me," I whispered. "Fuck them."

Quinn almost shook himself, then stepped back, his cock springing up vertical it was so hard. While his eyes were on me, he dried his hands, then went outside onto the deck.

"With your permission, Simon, I'd like to take your wife to my bed tonight?"

It was a question, but his cock was huge, and ready. Dad looked at Mom, and she nodded yes.

"You have my permission, Quinn," Dad said.

"Ingrid, Conor, join us," Quinn said. That was not phrased as a question. That was stated as an alpha order. He picked Mom up, cradling her in his arms, and the other two followed him as he carried Mom to his bedroom.

I went out on the deck and told my dad to take Brigitte to his bed tonight. I took Gretchen's hand and we went to a spare bedroom. All of the beds had been made in anticipation of our visit. Several times that evening, once in the middle of the night, and again in the morning, we heard Mom and Ingrid begging to be fucked, and the howls of wolves claiming a bitch.

******

Gretchen and I got up and joined Quinn, Conor, Ingrid and Mom on the deck again, the sun still low over the ocean, sunlight sparkling on a fairly calm sea.

Both Mom and Ingrid appeared a little loopy, with huge smiles on their faces. Mom was moving a little gingerly, as if she was sore. Ingrid would have been the same were it not for a wolf's recuperative powers. Connor was a peacock, proud of whatever he'd done. Quinn appeared calm, unruffled, but he smiled when Gretchen and I joined them. He handed us both a cup of strong coffee, which we doctored to our wants.

Dad and Brigitte were the last to arrive. Brigitte had fresh cum running down her leg, which she had Conor clean up. Quinn went into the kitchen to start breakfast, the perfect host.

"It sounded as if everyone had a good time last night," I said.

"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?"

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."