The following story contains scenes sexual themes and situations including incest. This story also contains supernatural/fantasy/horror elements. If none of that is your cup of tea, just hit your back button. All persons depicted unless otherwise noted are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products if the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Copyright 2021 by D.S.M.
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Part One: The Sinclairs
It was past three in the morning when Connor made his way back to the house. He shifted from his wolf from, and entered through the sliding patio door. He could immediately tell the house was empty. His boys were still out on their run.
He sighed. He was concerned about them. They had talked until the moon started to climb into the sky. At that point, their wolves would not be denied, so further discussion was tabled. But the conversation had been tense. The boys had questions, and he didn't have all the answers. And if he was careful in what he told them, it was only because he had his own secrets to keep. And if he wasn't always truthful, it was only to keep them safe.
He hit the shower, letting the hot water wash away some of his tension. Normally he felt good after a run. There was a feeling of euphoria that came from shifting, from feeling the power of a primal force running through you, changing you. But tonight, he felt subdued. The tension from earlier was still there, and no amount of hot water would wash it away.
After toweling off, Connor didn't bother to dress or turn on the lights. He lay naked in his bed, processing everything that had happened in the last day. He had another son, one who had never known his true father. He had missed out on this boy's entire life. He had a son that knew nothing about his heritage.
He must of drifted off, because the next thing he was aware of was the slight shift of his mattress at the foot of his bed. He inhaled, and could smell the scent of his son, Eddie. He felt a pair of hands slide from his calves, up his legs to his thighs. It was the lightest of touches, gliding over his skin, making the hair on his legs stand up. Connor was instantly hard as a rock.
"Hey boy."
"Caught you sleeping, old man." Eddie wrapped his hand around his Dad's hard cock and have it a gentle tug.
The pressure felt good to Connor. "Not that old. Where's your brother?"
"You know him. He's in his feelings. He'll be fine."
"What about you? How are you feeling?"
"With finding out my bio mom is dead or finding out that I have a secret brother that none of us knew about?"
"Either."
Connor felt something wet begin to lick up and down his sizable cock. There was a pause. "Honestly, Dad, right now I'm just feeling horny."
He felt his son's mouth engulf the head of his cock. Connor groaned as Eddie's tongue slid around the tip. Connor knew from experience that his cock was too big for either of his boys to take all the way down their throats, but they had learned their own ways of bringing him pleasure. Eddie worked the shaft, using the foreskin to jack his dad's cock while he used his mouth to work the head. "Damn, that feels good, son."
Eddie worked his way down his father's cock, taking inch after inch. He got about six of Connor's 10 inches into his throat before it was too much for him, and he began to choke. Connor reached down and stroked his son's hair. He could feel his son's heat, his need.
"Ride me, boy."
Eddie let the large cock slip from his mouth. "Yes, Sir!"
Eddie wasn't quite the bottom that his younger brother was, but he had plenty of experience taking his Dad's meat in his ass. And he needed it tonight. Shifting always made him horny, and tonight was no exception. But after everything that had happened over the last 24 hours, there was a part of him that just needed this connection to his Dad, his Alpha.
He climbed up the bed slowly, until he was laying chest to chest above the older man. He reached down and gave his father a long, slow kiss. Eddie's tongue slid out of his mouth and into Connor's where they wrestled back and forth. Then Eddie slowly lifted up, folding his knees on each side of his dad's waist, and rested the hard cock in the cleft of his muscular ass. He could feel the heat radiating from his father's endowment, wet with saliva and pre-cum, and felt a rush of desire.
Even in the pitch dark of the room, Eddie had no difficulty making out the details of his father, laying beneath him. Their eyes shone inhumanly in the darkness, taking each other in. Eddie shifted his hips, grinding his dad's wet cock against his hole. He felt the growing pressure, as the large head pressed against his tight pucker. With just a slight push from Connor, the head slipped inside. Eddie let out a gasp. No matter how many times it happened, it was always a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure taking his dad's large tool in his ass. Eddie let his head roll back as it washed over him, suppressing an urge to howl. Then, slowly, he worked inch after inch into his hole, until he finally found himself resting on his father's thighs.
"I'm all in, son."
