Sara giggled and ate more of her sandwich. Luc walked off to make coffee. He smiled at the story. He wondered if the root of the story was really the tale of a werewolf. He took his coffee to the office and did some work.
Luc realized that he hadn’t heard any voices for a while. Walking down the hall, he poked his head into the bedroom. Sara and Meg were sound asleep on the bed. The book had fallen to one side. He put it on the nightstand. Luc picked Sara up off of the bed. Unfortunately, she had brought her peanut butter and jelly sandwich to bed. It was smashed between Sara and Meg, with a long smear of it on Meg’s right thigh.
“Hmmm,” he thought looking at that peanut buttered thigh. Walking down to the guest room where Joe slept. He put Sara down next to her brother an then headed back to the bedroom. Meg hadn’t moved. Luc dropped his clothes to the floor and shifted just a bit. His tongue reached out and began to lick the peanut butter off Meg’s thigh.
After a moment, Luc had most of the peanut butter eaten. Meg woke up and looked down at him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Ehhting penuht buhtur,” he said half shifted.
“I think I remember saying something a while back about ‘No Snacking’,” she said with a smile.
“Noht Schnnakin’. Jus clheanin’,” he said smiling. He licked her thigh again.
This time Meg noticed all the little smears of peanut butter and the remains of the sandwich Sara had been eating. She smiled, and tried to grab the bits. Luc’s tongue beat her to the bits.
“Yuhhm,” he said. Then his tongue proceeded to clean the rest of Meg.
“Hey! That tickles!” she tried to protest.
Luc smiled and grabbed the waistband of her shorts and shook. A second later, Meg was wearing just her tank top. Luc buried his tongue between her legs.
“Oooh…,” she moaned, and struggled to pull her top off. It got tangled around her arms, and Luc caught the fabric with one hand and held it and her trapped hands down on the bed.
“Whaaa?” Meg tried to ask wondering what was going on with the hands, when Luc’s tongue distracted her with more insistent probing. He flicked her clit, and she arched with the beginnings of a powerful orgasm. He let her arch a little higher off the bed, and then stopped.
“Oh… you… brat,” she gasped. “You could finish eating me,” she said not thinking what she’d said.
“Nohh schnaakin’,” he grinned.
Meg rolled her eyes and laughed. She tried to wiggle free of her shirt, to no avail.
“Let me go Luc,” she said.
“Noh, tu muhtch penuht buhtur,” he said. Then he moved up a bit and licked her chest where a smear of peanut butter traced across her breasts.
Meg realized that there must be more peanut butter on her shirt, and gave up struggling. Luc licked and sucked at the peanut butter and her breasts. It was turning her on to the point where she felt she was laying in a puddle on the bed.
In a quick move, Luc was kneeling between her legs and the head of his cock bobbed at the entrance to her soaked pussy. As he entered her, he moved his hands to Meg’s hips. He felt so good inside of her, and the orgasms he’d been teasing her with earlier began to roar through her. Luc’s rhythm got faster and faster. Meg knew she couldn’t last much longer. As her mouth began to open and the first cries of passion began, she remembered the two little ones down the hall. She stifled herself as best she could with the back of her hand. Instead of her normal moans, there was simply a quiet squeak.
“Mmmmmph…” she moaned as the orgasms ripped through her.
Luc was oblivious as his own orgasm triggered by hers froze him in pleasure.
“Ahhhh,..” he cried, and then the next thing he knew, Meg’s hand was over his mouth.
Puzzled and confused, as the orgasm rode his brain, he slowly stopped and then dropped to the bed.
“Whaaz han for?” he tried to ask. His tongue and mouth was still shifted.
“Babies next room over! You didn’t shut the door,” she said as she pointed.
Luc rolled over, and saw the door wide open. He thought about it, buried his head in the pillow and laughed.
*
Meg woke up warm. Way too warm. She tried to throw off the covers and couldn’t. Couldn’t move. Too hot, too sweaty, and now too frustrated to go back to sleep. She looked around and saw that Luc was fully shifted. He was part of the reason she was too hot. Then she saw what he was curled around. Joe and Sara. They had obviously crawled in bed during the night, and Luc hit shepherd mode. They’d talked about the whole ‘protection mode’ that Luc and others went into, and Meg had called him a shepherd. It fit.
Slowly, she wiggled free of Luc and the bedding and headed to the bathroom to shower and dress. By the time she returned to the bedroom, two sets of little eyes were peeking over Luc’s haunches.
“Morning Joe. Morning Sara,” she said quietly.
“Mownin,” said Joe.
“Gu mownin,” yawned Sara.
“I was surprised to see you in here this morning,” said Meg trying to figure out what had prompted the move.
“We’s hurd somfin squeem like a gurl in da middle of da night,” said Sara.
“An Sawa said wes gots to come sweep wif Unky Luc da woff when we heers squeams,” said Joe.
Meg managed to smile, because she knew what the “squeems like a gurl” had been. “You two were very smart to come sleep with us and be safe,” she said. “Now what do you want for breakfast?” she asked hoping it wasn’t peanut butter.
“Wafuls an eggs an apull socks,” said Joe.
“Eggs an bacon an wafuls,” said Sara.
“Okay, but what is a pull socks?” asked Meg.
“You knowd! Apuls, you cook em and squish em and frow sugar an stuff in em,” said Sara.
Meg was still puzzled and trying to figure things out when Luc came up behind her.
“Apple sauce,” he said.
“Yeahhhhhh!!!” the two little ones cried together.
“Oh,” said Meg, as the words finally made sense. “I think we can do that,” she said and headed for the fridge.