It was the third morning Sara felt something was happening to her at night. Once every month, she wakes up more exhausted than she went to bed. The first time this year, it wasn't that bad - she felt tired, her knees hurt and she had a few bruises on her body.

"What the fuck am I doing during the night?" she asked herself in the bathroom mirror, while examining the scratches on her chest and the bruises on her hip. "Huh, seems like I am sleepwalking lately."

She shakes it off and is about to start her day, not noticing the fresh dirt in her bed, where her feet usually rest.

"Ouch" she groans, as she's walking down the stairs. "Feels like after leg day. What did I do last night, heavens!"

Tired and a bit under the weather, Sara has a light breakfast. It tastes dull. Everything is tasting dull. Her oats, the orange juice. She has this weird taste in her mouth and even brushing her teeth twice doesn't seem to help.

"Uhh, I can't wait being home again from university." she mumbles to herself. "This is gonna be one hell of a day."

She puts on a light jacket and shoulders her backpack. Off she is, on her way to the bus stop. Little does she know, her mother is eagerly scrubbing her sheets, the spot where her feet rested, while Sara is on her way.

"She must not know." her father says, standing in the doorway. "Not yet."

Her mother looks up in tears and desperation. "Why? Why? Why my little Sara?!" she cries. "It's all your fault! You and your... weird wicked family!"

She throws the dirty brush in the bucket and breaks down.

"Shhh, my dear." Saras Dad says in a comforting voice to his wife. "Maybe it doesn't take hold like it did with her brother. Maybe there's still hope."

And as Saras parents are hugging each other, her mother in tears and despair, her father concerned and trying to comfort his wife, the little young girl sits on the bus and watches the world passing by the window. Even with her earbuds inside, she can hear the pre teen boys on the rear of the bus whispering and laughing about her.

"Hehe, yeah. Seems like she forgot her tits at home, tehehe!"

"Yeah dude, flat as a wooden board, and look at her hair, as if she fell out of her bed! Heeehee!"

"Those little fuckers." Sara says to herself. She gets up from her seat, walks through the bus to the rear, stands before the two 12 year Olds. "What did you just say you little shit?!"

The boys are exchanging confused and caught looks. Even Sara is surprised about her aggressive tone.

"W...What? How could you...?! Nothing! We, uhm, meant another girl! The one two seats before you!" one of the boys stutters.

The eyes of 18 year old, blonde Sara sparkle and are fierce. Her little hands claw into the headrest of a seat. So hard, her knuckles turn white. Luckily for the boys, the bus stops and they hurry to get up and out. Sara's still standing there, in a confronting stance, looking after them, as they pass her.

"Did you see her face dude?!" "Yeah, like an animal, those eyes man! Creepy!" she hears them say in hushed voices, as they get off the bus.

An industrial area, not even their stop as it seems. As Sara is letting go off the headrest, she notices her fingers ripped holes in the fabric.

"This is gonna be an unusual day." she thinks to herself, as she's taking her seat again.

The breakfast isn't the only dull thing today. The whole day in university is. Her mind feels numb, her joints sore and there is something even more unusual. She always was a girl who gets wet and aroused very easily. But today, she's soaking. Really soaking. Luckily she wears dark cloth pants, or else everyone in class would see the big, wet spot between her thighs.

She raises her hand, the professor nods.

"I need to go to the restroom." Sara announces.

With quick steps she leaves the room and heads to the ladies restrooms. Her green, forest themed panties are completely soaked. A thick rope of wetness between her labia and her panties is visible, as she pulls them down.

"Damn, what's up today..." she mumbles, as she starts to wipe herself. "That's like, a lot." she recognizes while inspecting her vagina.

The tissue on her slit feels good, as she rubs a bit to hard. She might as well...

That is the last thing she remembers. All she knows is, that she suddenly wakes up on the university's restroom, with her pants down to her ankles, sitting on the toilet, her top pulled up and her bare breasts out. Her pussy sore and aching, still wet. Her fingers smelling musky, her head dizzy.

How late is it? She can see through the restroom windows that it's already getting dark outside. Her professor and the whole class probably thought she just went home. She's in for trouble, that's for sure. Sara puts on her clothes hastily and realizes, someone probably gave her backpack to the secretariat, thinking she won't come back today.

"Aw shit, I'm so fucked." she thinks and starts browsing for the bus schedules on her phone.

Secretariat is closed already, so Sara makes herself on the way to the bus station. She took off her crusted panties and thinks of a story she will tell, when she's coming home late and without her backpack.

"I went to an organic coffee shop with a few friends from uni, must have left my backpack in the lecturing room. Had a snack and we completely forgot the time!"

Yes. That'll work. Totally believable. She repeats her reason for coming home late on her walk from the bus stop to her parent's farm, to hit the most reasonable tone.

The tone she heard, as she walked by the stables, wasn't so reasonable. At all. A whimpering, too deep to be from a dog. Too animalistic to be from a person. She stopped in her track. She's almost at home, but this noise... It sounds like it's coming from inside the stables.

Weird, she doesn't hear her father's pigs. They're always grunting and making noise at this time of the day. But it's all silent. The door to the stables isn't closed and there is this strange noise again. Like someone groaning in agony, but, like a dog. Like a human imitating a hurt dog, that's it.

When there is one thing, that is bigger than Sara's fear of the unknown, it's her curiosity.

"H...Hello?" A little blond head peeks inside the dark stables. All lights are out. "Is somebody in there? Are you okay?" she asks the darkness with a hushed voice.

Silence. Every now and then a soft grunt from the pigs and their feet scratching on the floor.

"Okay good, at least the pigs are alri-" she wants to say relieved.

"COME INSIDE. CLOSE... THE DOOR." a deep, strangely familiar voice commands her.

She is like paralyzed, but she knows this voice, despite being distorted and so deep.

"I BEG YOU, COME INSIDE, PLEASE..." the voice pleads, much more friendly and desperate than the first time.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but not Sara. She takes a deep breath, smells pig excrements and hay, and steps inside. Closes the door.

As she is about to reach for the light switch, the voice speaks again, seemingly coming from the wooden beams at the roof of the stables. "PLEASE, NO LIGHT. IT HURTS MY EYES."

"Who are you? Where are you?" Sara asks nervous and with a scared voice. "I can't see y-"

Now she can, at least a silhouette. Squatting on the highest horizontal wooden beam, a figure. Hunk, with long extremities, and... fur? Breathing and snarling quietly. She can feel it's eyes watching her.

"What... what are you? You seem like an animal, yet speak like a person." Sara asks curious.

The creature makes a strange sound, which Sara thinks is a laugh. "CURIOUS SARA, ALWAYS SO BRISKLY, EVEN IN SUCH A SITUATION."

She sees it moving slowly, suddenly it leaps towards her and lands a few feet away from her in the shadows on the ground level. A whiff of dirty fur and... dog? is following the creature. A sound like paws moving on a wooden floor as it moves in the shadows.

Sara moves a few short steps back, instinctively. Her back bumps against the stable's door. Now she is fucking afraid. What was she thinking? That's how the girls in the horror movies always ending up getting killed.

"YOU... HAVE SOMETHING I WANT. NO, SOMETHING I NEED."the creature growls.

The moon is shining through the scarce windows and dips everything in a pale, ghostly light. The pigs are getting restless, a few start squealing, as the hunk and furry creature comes closer to Sara.

The way the moonlight is shining on its dark, black fur is mesmerizing and beautiful. It moves like a predator, upright but hunched. A massive, lean creature covered in bristle, dark fur. Sara knows exactly what this is. She's a little geeky nerd after all. This is a werewolf. A fucking real werewolf, here in the stables.

It towers her by far and walks upright, and it's arms are massive and muscular. The back is hunched, his stance suggests that it can drop on all fours at any time, to stalk his prey.

"Just like in the movies" is only one of the many strange things that go through Sara's mind the moment it starts sniffing at her from head to toe.

Its cold snout touches her face, sniffs her mouth and moves down to her chest. She feels the curious, warm breath on her breasts as it examines her nipples through her top. Further down, it's ears turn up - it found what it was looking for. Excited, like a giant dog, it sniffs intensively on the spot, where her vagina is.

Sara is pressing her little body against the door, as the hunk creature is sniffing at her. Her light autumn jacket open, two wet spots from its wet snout on her top, where her big nipples are. A furry, black wolfhead with pointy ears burying between her legs. She can feel the cold and wet snout through her thin pants and it's warm, excited breath on her slit.

She's still, or again, wet down there. Since she removed her panties, her thin cloth pants absorbed most of her juices. The werewolfe's hard snout stubs her pussy, again and again. The thin pants she's wearing getting stuck between her pussylips, as the creature sniffs and is breathing hot on the teenager's aroused clit.

Her blue eyes start to flicker and roll up. Her blonde hair is messy and hanging in her pretty face. Her 18 year old pussy aching and throbbing from this feral creature sniffing and stubbing her crotch.

As if conditioned, her tiny manicured hand moves under her top, starts fondling her huge, perky nipples. The other, tiny manicured hand touches the werewolfe's furry head, buries its fingers in the bristle hair. Scratches the creature gently behind its furry, pointy ear. It is startled a bit, then calms. When she stops, the huge furry tail wags softly.

"He such a good boy." Sara thinks and her breath gets faster, as she presses the werewolfe's head harder in her crotch.

"Please, don't hurt him! You hear?!" Mom is begging while she runs down the stairs after Dad, who is loading his old hunting rifle.

He heard the ruckus in the stables and decided to act. His youngest daughter was still not home and it was already after dark. Faint howling on his farm, the pigs startled in the barn - he knew what was going on.

"Of course I won't hurt him, he's my only son after all." He says calmly, as he is shouldering the rifle.

Mom is panicking and in tears, grabs her husband by his arm. "Promise you'll find a way! Promise that they won't get harmed! They're our children!"

Dad is about to leave the house and head to the stables, armed with a flashlight and his old hunting rifle. "I know what I am doing, trust me." He kisses his wife on the forehead, takes a deep breath and leaves.

The short distance to the stables seems so long. It's late already and the full moon is shining bright. He prepares his rifle and holds the flashlight ready in his other hand.

"I should get a pistol. Holding a flashlight and a rifle is a bit impractical." goes through his head.

Dad thoughts. He's prepared to face the worst. Prepared to find his daughter dead and mutilated in the stables. Prepared to, despite what he promised to his wife, end a life or two tonight - if it should come this way.

Inside the stables, his blonde teenage daughter is pressed with her back against the door. A giant wolf-like creature, a werewolf, has its furry head buried in her crotch. Her top is pulled up, and one hand is pinching her nipples. Her breasts are tiny and her nipples huge, dark and perky. Sara has a small frame and her body is desperately trying to keep up, as it just left its pre teen phase.

Her thin cloth pants are pulled down a bit, from the huge, curious wolf snout sniffing eagerly at her crotch. She got used to the cold, wet snout pretty quick - after all her slit is warm and wet, a perfect contrast. She feels the werewolfe's hot breath on her pussylips and its warm tongue licking carefully over her hairless venus hill. She pushes her tiny body harder against the creature and moans, as it gets more greedy with its tongue. The bristle, black fur is tickling, as the wolf's tongue is cleaving her pussylips and runs through her wet slit.

Suddenly, it let's go off her. A thin thread of saliva and her juice is dangling between the werewolfe's snout and her vagina. A satisfied, faint growl, as the creature licks its mouth and looks up to Sara.

"SO SWEET. JUST AS I IMAGINED. THIS SCENT... EVEN MORE DELIGHTFUL IN THIS FORM." it swoons.

Sara looks down, to see the werewolfe's eyes. Bestial eyes, yet human. Strange, yet familiar. This musky smell surrounding it... She has a notion. Can it be? She knows these eyes, the voice, the smell.

"BE MINE, SISTER. GIVE YOURSELF TO ME, YOUR BROTHER. ASCEND - YOU'RE ON THE BRINK. JUST LET IT HAPPEN. LET PRIMAL SARA OUT OF HER SHELL." The werewolf grins and sniffs again on her shaved vagina.

Of course. It makes absolutely sense. Those black outs, the exhausted feeling in the mornings, the pain, this extreme arousal... She's turning into a werewolf slowly.

"Holy fuck. Is that really you?!" she bursts out. "...How?! Why?!"

Outside, a big, sturdy fist is hammering against the door on which Sara is leaning. "Sara! Are you in there?! It's me Papa! Go away from the door darling! I'm coming inside!"

Even as Dad was 20 meters away from the door, his scent was already catched. The werewolfe's ears turned in his direction and the creature backed off, in the shadows.

Sara, aroused and confused, is leaning against the door. Her light jacket open, her top slowly sliding down by itself, because her small breasts aren't enough to hold it. The thin, dark cloth pants she's wearing are pulled down just enough, so that her pussy is looking out, her small shaved slit is wet and shining in the moonlight. She hears footsteps near the door outside and suddenly her Dad yelling her name and banging against the door.

Her werewolf brother backed off in the shadows with an elegant motion, startled by her Dad at the door. He growls aggressively and shows his sharp, pointy teeth.

"You stay where you are, I'll talk to him. You hear?" Sara says in a comforting voice.

She turns around to let her Dad inside, pulls her pants up hastily and opens the door. He almost fell as he barges inside, as soon as he notices the door isn't blocked anymore.

His daughter steps back and let's him stumble inside. His bright flashlight blinds Sara and she's squinting her blue eyes. He points the lightcone in the dark corners and doesn't see the hunched and furry creature immediately, which is hiding in the shadows. As the light is reflected in the werewolfe's eyes, he notices it, and is mortified.

"Come over here Sara, to me!" her Dad commands Sara while raising his rifle in the werewolfe's direction.

He's fumbling as he tries to hold his rifle and the flashlight at the same time.

"He should get a pistol, that seems impractical" Sara thinks to herself. Sara thoughts.

"Stay where you are Son! Did he hurt you Sara?!" her Dad asks nervously.

"No, it's alright Dad, he didn't harm me. He's a good boy!" Sara insists.

Her Dad looks confused and tilts his head.

"LISTEN TO HER, FATHER. I DO NOT MEAN TO HARM HER. SHE IS ONE OF MY KIND, OUR KIND, SOON." the wolf-creature growls menacingly.

"Not if you listen to me, my son. There is a way to stop this curse!" Dad assures. The three of us, we can end it!"

Sara and her werewolf brother listen to her father, as he explains it to them.

"It runs in the family." he says, as he takes down his rifle.

His werewolf spawn calms, but stays vigilant and suspicious.

"All men in my bloodline share this fate. When the moon is full, we turn into insatiable creatures, lusting for young flesh. Losing the control of ourselves and the line between lust and violence blurs." Dad explains.

Sara is listening attentive. "But why am I turning into one too then? You said all men in you family. And you're no wolf, too!"

Her father ponders. "I always assumed it may have spread to the female progeny over the years, but your sister seems unaffected. My latest theory is, that you came in contact with his seed. Can you think of such a situation Sara?"

Sara blushes, her eyes light up. Fuck, yes. She indeed can think of a situation where she may came into contact with her brothers sperm. A few weeks ago, when she caught him masturbating, she had one of those blackouts. All she remembers is that she was standing in his doorway, being fascinated by him stroking his cock, when she suddenly felt dizzy and her vision blurred. Next thing is she woke up in her bed, with her pussy aching and more wet than usual.

"Oh fuck. My own werewolf-brother creampied me and now I'm turning into one, too." Sara thinks to herself - and immediately after, she has to giggle.

Unusual day, indeed.

"There... may have been an incident. We, uh... used the same bathwater and he probably masturbated in there before I went in. I read that sperm survives very long under such circumstances." Sara admits, honest as she is.

Her wolf-sibling looks at her, tilts his head in confusion and scoffs "IT DOESN'T MATTER, SOON SHE'S A WOLF, LIKE ME. TELL ME FATHER, HOW COME YOU ARE NOT LIKE ME? I ALWAYS WONDERED.

"I found a way to suppress these urges. They're still inside me, but laying dormant." the creature's father says.

"THESE URGES ARE STRONG. I'M TIRED OF GIVING IN TO THEM. TELL ME HOW TO STOP THIS LUST FOR HER YOUNG FLESH." the werewolf replies.

"Yes Dad, tell us. What do we have to do?" Sara chimes in excited and curious.

Dad takes a deep breath and leans against the wall, puts away his rifle...

"It is quite simple to be honest. I drink my own cum. Every day." he shruggs. "I found out by accident and have no idea why it works, but it does."

Sara and her furry brother exchange confused looks, he lets out a confused whimper. "Your own cum? That's it? Well Okay! If that's all!" Sara says relieved.

"The problem is" her Dad answers "he's already transformed this very moment and you, you are a girl. Cum isn't the same as that, what you are producing down there."

"SO WHAT NOW, FATHER. MY LUST IS GETTING STRONGER..." the werewolf spawn growls impatiently.

"I have my tomorrow dose here, in this vial." his Dad pulls a small glass flask, filled with a thick, cream white liquid out of his jackets pocket. "I can heal one of you with this. You have to drink it. The thing is..."

"...that the other one will have to get another dose directly from the source." Sara recognizes. "So we must decide who drinks a shot of our father's cum, and who blows him and gets it fresh from your cock." she adds, clever as she is.

"STOP. THIS IS TOO MUCH. GROSS! I WON'T SUCKLE ON MY FATHER'S COCK LIKE A TEAT." the werewolf says disgusted.

Sara is thinking, rubbing her chin. "Would it help you if you'd eat it out of me?" she offers.

"Sara!" her father yells concerned.

"It's alright Dad. So, would it help?" Sara asks the confused werewolf.

"I... THINK IT WOULD, YES." her brother admits.

"Alright boys, I got this." Sara says. Proud, and feeling no shame, as always.

Sara walks over to her Dad, who is holding the small vial in his weather sturdy hand. She nods, takes it from him and holds it against one of the stables windows. Beautiful. Her Dad's seed of Life. Her origin. That's what she's made out of. It shimmers in the pale light.

"I don't know about you, but I wanna get this over with. I have lectures tomorrow." Sara says jokingly. Let's do this. Dad, get your dick out."

She undresses her jacket and unfolds it on the stable's floor. Next, she unbuttons her pants and begins to peel them down.

"Come on Dad, start stroking your cock." the young teenage girl insists eagerly.

The children's father scoffs and shakes his head in a proud and loving way, as he begins to open his belt and starts unbuttoning his pants. The wolf-boy observes his sister and old man with curiosity, tilting his head. Sara is removing her shoes and peels her thin, tight cloth pants down her thighs. She almost loses her balance and hops on one leg, as she gets rid of them. Dad is fumbling with his way to tight belt, and as he finally gets it open, his two children are not prepared for that massive piece of meat he unpacks.

Wild, unruly, archaic and massive. Are the first things that go through Sara's mind, as she sees her Dads old cock.

"Like a battered old warrior, fought a hundred battles." she thinks. She saw it before, nudity isn't uncommon in the Leeuwin household, but never so unfiltered and close and under such circumstances. Her brother gawks in awe with his fierce bestial eyes, while his father's huge uncircumcised cock is dangling in the moonlight.

"Alright, so here we are." Sara says lightheartedly.

She's standing on her jacket she put on the ground. Bottomless, with her washed out magenta Top still on. Just a tiny, hairless slit with a few stubbles is visible between her legs, with the outline of her labia visible at the gap between her firm thighs. Her little toes moving nervous inside her white ankle socks, her small silver anklet with the seashells clanking when she moves her feet. She holds the small vial with her father's sperm in her hand and is dead set on lifting the curse.

She looks at her Dad and her brother, sighs "Let's get this over with!" and sits on the floor.

She spreads her long, smooth legs and opens the small glass vial. Holds it against the moonlight again.

"Here we go, this is for you brother." she says and pours her father's cum over her 18 year old pussy.

She let's it flow down her wet pussy, beginning at the clit. It's thick, like resin, and she has to shake the vial to get everything out. A blob of white creamy cum is running down her pussylips, she catches it with her long, thin and manicured fingers and smears it between her labia, so that it doesn't drop on the ground.

"Not to waste a drop of that precious cure!" she says concentrated.

The werewolf is licking its snout, as Sara applies their father's juice on her pink teenager vagina. It makes little wet sounds, as she rubs it on, and her face says something more than "we are forced to do this". Rather it says "this is so fucking hot".

Dad is standing next to her, stroking his veiny old cock, which is getting even more massive. His grizzly pubic hair concealing a good bit of his penis, but still everyone can see how girthy and huge it is. The creature can feel the heat building up again, and focuses itself on its sister's wet and shiny slit, which is covered in father's thick white cum. It licks his snout again an moves closer to Sara, elegantly.

"Do it, brother." Sara says in a commanding voice. "Just focus on your sister's pussy, be a good boy and eat it out, good."

Dad didn't say a word the whole time. He didn't have to, busy as he is, stroking his old cock hard. He came closer to Sara and is waiting for his turn. Sara spreads her young legs as far as possible, her pussy opens up by itself a bit. Her werewolf-brother sniffs between her thighs, inhales her scent. His cold, wet snout is stubbing against her vulva - she winces shortly, but relaxes immediately. The warm tongue examines her slit, carefully it tastes her most intimate part.

The big wolf snout is cleaving her pussylips, and her brothers huge tongue licks her pink, wet slit. As he realizes how good she tastes down there, he gets more confident and wild. His furry head bobbing up and down and loud licking noises can be heard. It tickles and feels good at the same time, and Sara throws her head back in heat.

Her father standing right beside her, still wearing his work pants with his cock hanging out. He comes closer and let's his daughter's little blonde head rest against his thigh. His big, veiny dick is almost hard from stroking and is only a few centimeters away from Sara's face.

"Eat it up, brother... All of it." Sara moans, as her wolf-brother is licking her private parts.

The warm, fierce tongue pressed her father's cum deep inside her little hole, scooped it back out again and runs it all over her wer, throbbing pussy. It slushes and slurps, as the creature is eating her out. The hunched back of the furry wolf arches and he's getting unhinged. It growls, licks and sniffs in extasy.

Without the need to say something, Sara's head stretches, and her Dad comes closer with his hard cock. Tiny lips are touching the tip, so small it looks almost comically. She starts to suckle on it, closes her eyes and enjoys the taste of her father's thick, musky cock.

Dad isn't prepared for the soft, warm lips of his daughter and quivers, as they wrap around the big head of his old cock. Sara is propping herself up on her arms, while she sits on her jacket. The huge wolf head is buried between her legs, licking and eating out her teenage vulva, as she suckles on her Dad's cock and breathes aroused and heavy through her nostrils.

"This is the only way, we can't wait until tomorrow - he could lose the control over his urges any moment." Dad assures himself.

His hips start to move a bit, let his cock slide a bit further into his daughters warm mouth. "The only way, she's about to turn, too... " he repeats and moans.

Nobody notices the werewolfe's giant, knotted cock getting bigger and harder. It found its way out of the furry, protective skin layer and pulses bright red, veiny, knotted and massive, as he eats out his sister's cum stained pussy. She taking her father's cock inside her mouth as far as she can, panting heavily through her nose, her eyes closed. Ready to take her shot of Daddy's cure. Even the ever so vigilant Dad doesn't notice his sons primal beast taking over.

The growl and immediately following howl is, when they snap out of their unusual pleasure. Dad's hard cock plops out of his daughter's mouth, a thin thread of saliva is hanging between his tip and Sara's lips. The massive creature rises up and pins down it's sister, who loses balance and falls on her back. Dad, snapping out of this surreal scene, stumbles back with his dick still hanging out.

"No, No! Sara! Watch out! He losing control!" he screams, but everything goes so fast.

The tiny teenage girl is shoved on her back by her furry brother, who positions himself above her. His dark fur tickles as it touches her body and she can feel the warm breath of her werewolf sibling on her face. Panting and growling, nothing of her brother is left this very moment. She feels the red, hot and knotted cock brushing over her vagina, aiming for the wet pink hole. She tries to push the creature away, buries her hands in it's bristle fur, but it's too heavy for her. Pushing her thighs together doesn't help either, the massive body of the werewolf is taking want it wants. What it needs.

Dad is stumbling backwards, still with his hairy cock out and is horrified by the scene he witnesses.

"Get away from her, Son! Leave her alone!" he yells at his werewolf spawn, but it doesn't listen to him.

It pins Sara down with one muscular arm on her chest, with the other one it spreads her leg and eventually penetrates Sara's young pussy with his knotty, bright red werewolf penis. Dad can see the terror in his daughter's blue eyes, and something more. Is it lust? Arousal? Excitement? Doesn't matter, he leaps for his rifle leaning against the wall.

The hunk creature is towering above Sara, her hands doesn't try to push it away anymore. In fact, she buries her pretty fingers deep inside the dark fur, pulling the massive feral body even closer to her body with every thrust of the wolf's giant, knotted cock. It smacks down on her fragile waist, the sound oddly dampened by the bristle fur of her werewolf-brother. His cock is shaped like the one of a dog, and she can feel the nature of it as it hammers inside her wet hole. Her eyes flicker and feral Sara is waiting to be set free, roaming, fucking and killing. Like the animal that she is.

"Stop it, you Monster!" Dad yells at his son, while fumbling with his rifle. He yanks back the bolt and aims at the furry, fleshy heap of moving limbs that are his children. "Go away! Sara, fight it! Don't let it take hold! Once he cums inside you in this form we may have no chance to cure you!"

The werewolf is unimpressed by the weapon pointing at him. He's too deep inside his sisters warm, young flesh to care. Set on breeding her, his thrusts get faster and harder, stretching his sister's young pussy to place its seed inside her. His giant claw scratches over Sara's tiny breasts, leave a red mark, as it's body flexes. He feels his orgasm coming closer. His sister's long tanned legs cross behind his back, pressing him harder against her slim body.

When his son scratched the small breasts of his daughter, Dad lost it. He charges toward the werewolf, holding his rifle like a club and yells like a medieval warrior. He smacks his own, disfigured son with the butt of his rifle and kicks him off his daughter, with nothing but anger in his eyes.

The sudden attack catches the furry creature off guard, the kick in his soft side hurts and it rolls off, grunting in pain and whimpering. Sara is still laying there, desecrated by her werewolf-brother, her legs spread and her pussy wet and throbbing. It's red and swollen, gaping open from the wolf's massive knotted cock. Her top is ruined, four giant claws ripped it open on the right side of her chest and left scratches on her small breast. She almost lost one of her socks, it dangles on her little foot halfways. She pants and shivers, luckily the scratches from her brother don't bleed.

Her Dad quickly examines her, relieved she seems alright, as he notices the thick, white shimmering liquid blobbing out of his teenage girl's sullied vagina...

His werewolf-son lies in agony on the ground, howling and is screaming in pain. Dad's cum seems to show its effect, as he is rolling around and flexing his whole, monstrous body, spasming and howling.

"Sara! Sara! Snap out of it! It's me, Dad my darling, you hear me?!" he rambles, and the little girl slowly opens her eyes.

"D...Dad? What happened?" she asks confused and tries to raise her upper body.

"He... Came inside you. Desecrated your body, Sara. Look, my cum is working on him." Saras Dad nods in the werewolfe's direction, who is writhing in pain.

Sara cannot but feel sorry for her sibling, who twitches and spasms on the ground.

"Poor boy." she thinks and sits up, her right breast hurting from his claws. "Ouch..." she moans and touches her little breast through her ripped top. "Right over the nipple, Dad, look!" she pouts and starts rubbing the pain away.

"Hmpf, yeah. Right over your nipple." he says and pats her blonde head. "It will be alright darling. But I'm concerned about what happens now. He creampied you while in his feral form, my grandfather warned me of this. I don't know if my sperm still has the curing effect on you now. This never happened before like this."

Sara is listening and watching her brother becoming unconscious, laying in the corner in a fetal position, breathing exhausted.

"I... still can drink your cum Dad. I mean it won't make it worse, don't you think?" Sara says without looking at her father. "And then we'll see what happen en's next time the moon is full. Seems like we got no other option."

Dad is thinking, observing his werewolf-son, who rests now.

"You're right, Sara. We got nothing to lose, so we might as well..." he says and smiles at his young daughter.

"Dad?" Sara interrupts him.

"Yes darling?" he asks.

"Your dick is still hanging out" Sara smiles in a loving way.

So they hug each other, father and daughter, relieved that it seems over. His strong arms around her while kneeling beside her, his chin resting on Sara's little blonde head. She's still sitting on the ground - her hair messy, her top ruined, bottomless and with a dangling sock on her left foot. A small, manicured hand finding it's way to Dad's untrimmed cock, starts fondling and stroking it gently.

They don't stop hugging, even as his cock is getting hard again. Sara has one Arm around her Dad, while the other hand is caressing his huge cock. His unruly pubic hair is bushy and tickles a bit.

"So, let's do this." her father says and kisses her head. He gets up and stands before his daughter, unpacks his massive old cock from his work pants. Sara nods.

"Nothing to lose, remember?" She smiles.

His cock is full on hard now and a thick drop of pre cum is shining in the moonlight.

"Cure me, Papa." she says lustful and takes his veiny old cock in her warm mouth.

The werewolf is unconscious and laying in the corner of the stables, his metabolism confused and his father's cum doing it's magic. A few feet away, his sister is sitting on the ground, sucking their father's old, hard cock. The pigs calmed down and are grunting silently, it's the only noise one can hear inside the stables. Well, besides the sucking and slurping noises emerging from Sara's stuffed mouth, of course.

She's giving her best, all the things she learned with her boyfriends and the porn is coming in handy now. Her small tongue circles the big head of her father's cock, plays with the frenulum, licks his shaft around the outlines of the pulsing veins. Her Dad moans and looks at his daughter, as she gulps and devours him. It's a messy thing that is happening here, late at night in the stables, between father and daughter - her saliva is dripping down his cock, she catches it with her tongue and spits it on the tip again, all while maintaining eye-contact with her old man.

"Ready yourself darling... Papa is about to cum into your mouth..." her father moans and pats her head, guides it to completion.

Sara is suckling on his tip, let's it out of her wet and warm mouth with an audible Plop.

"Uh huh, Papa. I'm ready. Your little girl is ready for her medicine." she says with a smile and begins to stroke him with her tiny hand.

Dad's muscles flex and his breath gets faster, as his daughter strokes his cock full force, ready to claim that sweet, sweet cum, that might still will cure her from her fate.

A little soft hand that is fondling his unshaved balls, tiny warm lips that touch his cock, another tiny hand stroking his hard shaft - Sara's Dad is in bliss and throws back his head, as he is feeling his orgasm coming closer.

"Open wide, darling..." he moans and soon after the first squirt of cum is hitting Sara's mouth.

She notices the warm, thick liquid on her lips and wraps them around her father's pulsing cock. A warm gush of semen is pumped inside her mouth, another one follows. It's thick and creamy, she has the musky smell of his pubic hair in her nose as she makes sure to swallow every drop of her father's precious cum.

It is a lot. Like, really a lot. She counted at least four massive gushes of cum that were pumped inside her mouth. Her Dad's cock twitches and pumps his hot load relentlessly inside her, his balls quivering and pulsing. Sara keeps her lips shut tight around the tip of his cock, so that not a drop gets wasted. She breathes heavily and aroused through her nose, as the last bit of hot cum is running down her cum. She has to swallow forcefully, because her father's semen is so thick.

"Good girl." her Dad praises her and lifts up her cum stained chin.

A thin thread of her saliva and his cum is hanging from it, shimmering in the pale light.

"Always." Sara responds and sucks his old cock clean.

He twitches and says "Let's hope this shot will cure you like he it did with him."

He points to the unconscious, furry creature in the corner, which is his son and Sara's brother.

"At least for tonight. I don't know how to proceed, how it affects you in the long run, Sara. We will see." Dad sighs and helps his daughter up.

"It's alright Dad. You saved me from turning into a wolf tonight. Let's get him a blanket, he surely will turn back into a human soon." Sara says relieved and exhausted.

She gathers her pants and shoes, takes her father's hand as soon as he finished buttoning his trousers and they look at the furry, monstrous creature, which is their relative.

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