Post 3, 07/20/2004 - Contributed by HellCatIllustrations

Gondor Calls for Aid#

Author: BlackthorneBandit Silas Alexander Blackthorne IV

Date: 20 July 2004

Mood: Contemplative

Listening to: Escape Key ~ Summer of Lust (1999)

 

A friend of mine told me about this little blog, so I decided to have a look after our own anniversary celebrations. Having looked over the site, I am definitely going to be adding to the collection of information available. The more points of view we can put down here, the more we can understand, and the more we can help others who have suffered through the Heatwave. Not just the actual weeks that summer, ten years ago, but the following decade of prejudice, hate, and harassment that we have had to endure for simply being who we are.

My wife, Candice, and my twin sister, Savannah, both agreed that sharing our story here could help others, and as such, is a good idea. Of course, when our story started, Candice was something entirely different to my sister and I. We were twelve, we had run off yet another Nanny, and Candice was the replacement that the parents had found on short notice. Apparently, our hijinx had gotten a bit of reputation with the service my parents went through, and they had to find someone locally who could do the job.

Also, I found out, much later, that our parents had warned her that we would try to shock her with indecency and so on, and that she should simply put a stop to it, but to try not to be too put out by the antics of a couple children that were probably more spoiled than they should have been. Of course we were spoiled rotten, really. Born with the proverbial silver spoon in our mouths and all that racket. But really, we were mostly just bored.

Our parents had us tutored at home, as there wasn’t a private school in the sleepy little town they decided on when they took over the family business from grandpa. We had a nanny from the time we could walk, to help mom with the daily grind of child rearing, while she worked long hours making sure the family business was advancing. She was the one that was bringing the business up into the computer age. Savannah is a lot like her, total tech head, where I guess I kind of follow in my own father’s footsteps a bit.

Back then though, I was a spoiled little shit that was looking to get away with things I shouldn’t have. So was my sister, though she was already a bit of a gamer, constantly on her SNES playing this game or that. We opted on a skinny-dipping run day one, and about eleven in the morning, we stripped to our fur, wrapped in towels and snuck out to the pool in the back yard, dropping our towels on the side and diving in.

We both figured two naked tweens would get her to at least scold us and make the day more interesting as we thought up other things to get away with. Boy, we were disappointed when lunch rolled around. At noon she came out onto the back veranda with our plates, setting them on the table there, and called us out of the water. My sister was irritated because all we got was a raised eyebrow and she pointed us to our seats. *Savannah also informs me she was partly irritated at me, because I was, at least according to her, Totally Distracted.

I was actually pretty embarrassed at that moment, because when we shook off and came strolling up to the table naked, Candice was standing there in all her glory. She had this yellow bikini top on that showed off her tits in an absolutely mouthwatering way, and I could tell through the sheer of the wrap she had tied around her waist that the matching bikini bottom did the same… and of course, I was twelve, and she was utterly, mind bendingly, mouth wateringly, eye searingly hot. *Yes dear, you still look that way to me.

And well… much to my chagrin, and utter mortification at the time… I proceeded to pop some serious wood. Like mahogany… iron bark… serious, almost painful, hardwood. She had in one moment, one upped my sister by a country mile and left me trying to cover the fact that she just took utter control of the situation in a way I couldn’t stop. Also… I may have been a little lust smitten at that point. Hell, to be honest, I still am. I mean, really, who wouldn’t be, at twenty-nine, Candice is still one of the two prettiest wolves I have ever met, at least in my eyes, and yes, the other is my twin sister.

Make of that what you will, but considering that three of our seven children are from her, I think you can get the picture. We tried for almost two weeks to shock her. To get her to yell at us… to scold us into submission, and to be honest, we were getting bored with it. Of course, I was also somewhat mollified that I was able to throw some serious loads off in the shower, all the while thinking of what it would be like to sink myself into that heavenly body that Candice possessed and was flaunting about.

Savannah was getting irritated with her, as she was getting more attention from me at the moment, but that all changed that night, on the thirteenth of July. The day had started warm… like warmer than usual, and by mid afternoon had descended into an almost unholy heat dome, or at least, that was what the reporters were saying, as I sprawled on the couches in the TV room, not having enough energy to even raise the remote and change the channel to something more interesting to my younger mind.

Even inside, with the central air on full rip, the house was oppressively hot. Like the air was thick enough you could cut it with a knife. Savannah was sprawled face down beside me, her controller in her listless hand, and the game she had been playing paused like it was all she could do to lay there and pant. It shouldn’t have been that bad, considering that we had been to the salon back in mid-April to have our coats blown out.

Small note on that, we wolves grow a double coat… in the winter, that is a boon and a half, cause just about all weather is tee shirt weather… or in my case, three socks and a snow storm, and once we blow our winter coat, our double coat generally keeps us cooler in the summer than normal, but it just wasn’t working. To the point, I was sitting on the couch naked as the day I was born… my sister was only wearing a pair of cotton panties, and even Candice was trudging around the house in nothing more than that delicious yellow bikini.

She didn’t even have the waist wrap on… just the bikini. You would think I was in utter heaven, two mostly naked ladies next to me, with some serious wood to be applied, but it was even too hot for that, in that moment in the TV room. Candice made sandwiches for dinner that night, as cooking would have been even more heat on top of what the AC apparently couldn’t keep out. We ate in the TV room, washing the sandwiches down with cold sodas and put on a movie before bed.

Somewhere about halfway through the movie, I passed out. I think my sister was already lightly snoring beside me, and across the room on the other couch, Candice looked utterly miserable, just like us. No one could have guessed what would happen next, least of all me, but with the AC chugging along, somewhere about midnight, the room seemed to drop a few degrees and I managed to crack my eyes open.

Candice had fallen asleep where she was sprawled, and one of her tits had slipped free of the bikini top she had been teasing me with for weeks. I was going to reach down and see if I could manage a bit of wood while I burned that image into my memory, but my fingers found that I was already hard as steel. It was almost so hard it hurt. As I glanced down my front, I noticed that my entire belly was covered in clear slime, and I was leaking pre pretty bad.

Taking myself up in my palm, I groaned softly as I started to work on relieving some pressure, glancing over to stare at that wonderful, bared breast across the room. I was about halfway there when movement distracted my gaze, and I looked down at where my sister was sprawled on the floor when I passed out. To my shock, horror, and utter intrigue, she was awake too, staring at my dick through hooded eyes.

Movement caught my eye again, and my eyes raked down to find she had shed her panties and was buried two fingers deep in her own cunny, working slowly. I started pulling again, in time with her, and she got a bit of a wicked grin, her fingers starting to speed up, so I matched her pace, beginning to pant. It went on like that for a while, us masturbating while we watched each other, but something was sparking in the back of my brain and as I continued to bubble up and ooze pre, I was starting to feel a serious need.

Probably attached to the rather potent smell of myself and my sister wafting around the room at that point. I needed to bury that bone, and I needed to bury it bad. When I couldn’t stand myself any longer, I slid off the couch and crawled over to her. To my surprise, she immediately buried her nose against my belly and licked through the thick coating of pre that had been spilling there, letting out a low, needy whine.

Before I realized what had happened, she had gotten on her hands and knees and turned around, her tail hiked in the air. I took the invitation for what it was… she needed this as bad as I did, and I was always one to look out for my sister and take care of her. She was my twin after all, and taking care of her was taking care of myself. To my shock, I sank to my knot absolutely effortlessly, and she pushed back against it, her pussy spreading before I popped inside that molten cavity.

That was all it took, I felt my knot surge and tie us together, and it was at that point, looking down at my twin sister’s ass, that I realized where I was. I shuddered, and my cock flexed of its own volition, making her groan and grind back against me. Somewhere, the little voice in the back of my head was screaming that I shouldn’t be breeding my twin sister, but its screams quieted down when she pulled against my knot and then ground back against me a second time, and I was lost.

The heaven that was the first time I slipped it inside a woman was upon me, and my hips answered. With gusto. I started to buck against her, each draw back stretching her and pulling hard on my knot before I slammed myself forward again, slipping into the wild abandon of a pair of rutting dogs. There was no style… there was no grace… I was giving her what she needed… and what I needed. I was pounding the shit out of my sister, and every time I slammed in, I felt my balls hitch and spill my seed deep.

I don’t know how long I was pounding her like that… it seemed like forever, but at the same time, not long enough. It was heaven, buried in her molten center, but as I was fucking her as hard as I could, again… movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. To my shock, horror, and utter loss, Candice had woken up, found me fucking my twin sister like there was no tomorrow, and had pulled her bikini aside. She was fingering herself with wild abandon as she watched us, and when she saw I noticed… well, that was when things went sideways even further than they already had.

She grinned that wolfish grin, yes, the same one she still uses to absolutely disarm me, and slid down, crawling across the floor to us. I was lost in my sister, my hips wouldn’t stop, neither would the firehose that was my cock, as I continued to cum in her, making her moan and grind on me. My shock was complete when, with a hand still planted between her thighs, Candice started bathing my belly with her tongue, licking up my pre with relish.

In that moment I thought I was the utter king of beasts. The man of all men. I was on top of the world, and I had the two prettiest wolves I had ever seen at my beck and call because I was that kind of stud. Oh, how right… and utterly wrong I was. She didn’t stop with my belly, she moved down, bathing across my sheath, then moved around the suck on my balls, all the while, making me pound my sister harder and shoot more of my seed inside.

At this point, she was so full she was starting to whimper and every time I would slam forward jets and rivulets of thick, white cum would spray out from our join, the pressure inside too much to accept more without letting some slide past my knot. Candice was suckling all of that up as fast as she could, and then it happened. She had my balls in her mouth, sucking on them like they owed her money, and I was hammering my sister, and the spark landed.

It hit somewhere between my hind brain and that spot between my balls and my ass hole, and when it landed, the fires were lit. My sister was Gondor, and she called for aid. I lost myself in that first climax. According to my sister, that was her third one, the first being when I fully knotted her and shot my first rope into her womb, the second being somewhere in the interim between that moment and this one. Her body milked me like it would never stop, and with Candice sucking my balls like she was, I lost my mind.

I woke up a little later, still tied with Savannah, who was sprawled across my waist, and Candice was down between her thighs, suckling where we joined. Looking across her belly, I had another near heart attack, as in my twelve-year-old brain, I knew what happened when you had unprotected sex, cause sex ed and Savannah’s belly was bulging slightly. I knew in that moment I had knocked up my sister, and that my own father would skin me alive for it. It was about then that my knot deflated enough that I slipped free, and Candice groaned in pleasure as she shoved her mouth tightly to my sister, sucking hungrily at her.

When she raised her head, Candice was as gone as I was, her eyes hooded, her body naked as we were, and her voice was rough and almost feral as she looked me in the eyes and said the two words, that to this day, will still absolutely, without question, utterly destroy me and leave me with nothing left but to do as the woman asked.

“Breed Me!” she snarled, and I moved like she had lit a fire under my tail. I had her on her back and slammed into her like my life depended on it… and honestly, knowing what happens when I tease her a little too much and deny… it probably did at that moment. I tied her within a dozen strokes, marveling that I still had more to give, and I went to work in the second love of my life then and there, on the TV room floor. I won’t go into all the gory details, but we lived in the TV room for the next two days, almost entirely, until someone… I think it was Candice, gathered enough brain cells back together to tell us we all needed to bathe.

We moved to my room after that, fucking nonstop for almost two weeks straight. And while, yes, I am certain that our first times were the ones that got both of them pregnant, we were lost in the heat. There was no thought, other than the occasional passing rational one that told me when dad got home, he was going to skin me alive and nail my pelt to his office wall for what I had done, but even that horrifying thought was gone with the drawing of the next breath and the feeling of slamming home into one of my two women.

The worst part was the cleanup, once we came back to our senses. Two weeks of dried cum stains. Tn amounts that would make a zebra blush. Spatters on my walls. Even my ceiling from our rampant breeding. My bed was an absolute write-off. We actually just threw the mattress away and got a new one, along with new bedding for me. It took us three days to scrub my cum out of everything that it had dried into. All the while, the thought of my returning father was haunting me and I knew I was a walking dead man. But all it would take was for Candice or Savannah to lift their tail, and I would still be on them in a flash, filling them again and again till I dropped… Of course, that is probably why it took us three days to clean up our mess, but hey, it was my last days on earth, so I was game.

Then the day after we finished cleaning the house, mom and dad got home. We all looked guilty enough that our parents knew that something had happened. And being the man of the situation, I broke first and asked to talk to my father in private. I was terrified. At twelve I was all of… maybe five feet tall, maybe a hundred pounds sopping wet, and my father was an imposing six and a half feet, and over two hundred fifty, and most of that muscle. I knew I was walking to my death, but I manned up, like he would want me to do, and started talking.

To my shock, he listened. He didn’t get mad. I told him the truth, it had been unbearably hot and we had fallen asleep in the TV room and when I woke in the middle of the night, it was cooler, and there was a scent that I couldn’t get out of my nose and it had made me so hard it hurt, so I was pulling one out and noticed that Savannah was watching me… we timed what we were doing, and by the time I realized that we had gone too far, I was already tied.

He listened, nodding here and there, and smiled at me. I had no idea why he was smiling, perhaps he was going to enjoy flaying me alive, but he smiled. And then he spoke. The truest words he has ever said to me, till then or since.

 

“Son, heat is a powerful thing.”

 

Understatement of the year Dad… but oh so true. What I didn’t know, is that over the last week, the news of the Heatwave had been getting out to the world. My father already knew that something was likely to have happened, and as always, he was the rock in our family’s storm to which we could cling when we needed to. I own an arm of the company, in time he will pass it all down to me, and my wife, and my sister, and our kids… but even now, he is still our Alpha, understanding, with a depth that knows no bounds. When he spoke again, I knew I my life wasn’t forfeit.

“We are going to have to discuss things about what has happened, and depending on those decisions, we will absolutely have to set down ground rules. I am going to assume you also bred Candice while you were at it?” he raised and eyebrow and I nodded my ascent to the fact that indeed I had. “Very well, depending on what her decision is about the child, she will become a part of our family and likely continue on as your nanny and caretaker till you are an adult, at which time, if she does decide to remain a part of the family, you will marry the girl and make an honest woman of her,” he went on. “I trust I am clear on that son?” he asked and I nodded again quickly. “Alright, let’s go tell your mother, and sit the girls down and discuss how we are going to move forward with this as a family,” he intoned, and after having got my life back, I watched it whisp right back out the window.

My father was, and is our family Alpha, but even he will bow to my mother on certain things, and I knew, while he might understand, she was absolutely going to kill me. That said, I was twelve and had no true understanding of how our family dynamic actually worked. Now that I am older, hopefully wiser, and the father of seven wonderful children that surprise me every day, I think I am beginning to understand. Oh, and since I am writing this, obviously, my mother didn’t skin me alive. Tore a strip off verbally, and after all the family discussions, and the decisions that needed to be made, were made… we expanded our family.

I know this is a lot more lenient than a lot of parents were, and I feel for those brothers and sisters of the Heatwave out there who did not have parents who understood. I welcome you to come here and tell your stories as well. Let us build a community where we can be stronger together, and if you need anything, feel free to call upon me for help. I may have had it easier than you when things went down, but now that I am older, and the Heatwave is a decade gone, we still have things to live with. Like I said… my wife, or my sister can drop two words and leave me absolutely useless for a couple days. Breed Me is an amazing thing to hear.

But we also have to think about other things. We have seven kids between the three of us, SmokinReggie has three daughters born of the Heatwave itself, same as my first three. Our son from Savannah, and our two daughters from Candice, and they feel the Heatwave as well. They have since birth. At nine, those little beings are as sexual as most adults, and it is a trial to take care of and keep up with.

About the Author:

Hey everyone, I am Silas Blackthorn, yes… the fourth, family traditions and all that. I am 22 and a Timberwolf. My utterly ravishing wife and twin sister have given us seven children. Three boys and four girls. Our first was Silas V, my son with my twin sister, and shortly (like 4 and 5 hours) later two daughters from my wife. My sister brought another daughter and our youngest son into the world here a year ago, and my wife had a set of fraternal twins about five years ago, one boy and one girl. I grew up here in AVH, but most don’t know that, as my sister and I were tutored at home for our schooling. However, yes, my wife, myself, and my twin sister are all Heatwave kids. We were shown this blog and want to help and support it as we build something where we can all come together and support each other in new ways.

If the Heatwave has left a permanent mark on your life, please feel free to share your story to webmaster@btf-writing.com. We accept both credited and anonymous submissions!