"We'd love too," the white-furred one said with a small smile. Her wife nodded excitedly, and I brought them through the threshold of our home. I felt a little itchy, scratching at my chest for a minute while I walked ahead of the two. They took off their sandals by the front door, now totally naked, and walked on my left as we made our way to the dining room at a slow pace.
"Hey! Mom! We've got two new neighbors who want to join us for dinner! Is that okay?" I asked, the itching starting to drive me crazy.
My Mom called out, "Oh!? That would be awesome! Girls! Place out two more plates."
I look at my shirt, wondering why I even wore this torture device. I chuck the damn thing off, and look back at the neighbors. "Hope you don't mind. That thing was driving me nuts."
Not to be stereotypical, but even with her canine face the black and red one's smile was just as wolfish and tomboyish as one could expect. She lifted her own tits up and down, "I don't mind if you don't."
I looked confused for a minute, "Why would I mind?" Unaware that my shirt was slowly unraveling itself out of existence.
She touched her snout on a knowing way, "Exactly."
I laugh and scratch my head as the white wolf pushed her way to my other side, her breasts lightly brushing up against my back. She put her hand on my ass in a friendly gesture that caused my dick to twitch, "I'm Jacqueline, and that lovely beast of a women is my wife Michelle."
I laugh off the sudden touch and put my own hand on her ass and gave it a squeeze and watched as her beautiful cock twitched. Hmm, mostly soft it seems. I adjusted my ill fitting pants after Michelle bypasses them to grab my balls and softly play with them, her soft fur tickling me, causing me to smile and giggle a bit.
"Nice to meet you two, I'm Vincent, but everyone just calls me..."
"Vince!" A feminine voice shouts.
I look up to the stairway and see my youngest sister Grace gawking at the three of us for some reason. She had just turned 19 last week, but she didn't look it. She had a less than impressive A-cup bust, narrow hips to waist, and short blond hair. She would have looked like a child if she didn't grow tall, standing at about 5' 10''. She wore a cute pink tank top and flowery jeans, trying to lean into her innocent looks.
"Who are these two!? And why are... they... naked?" Starting to sound less outraged and more confused with every second.
I pat each girl comfortingly on the butt, "Grace, this is the new couple that moved in recently into the old Henderson place, remember? They're coming over for dinner tonight."
She nodded while itching her long legs under her jeans, rolling them up to her knees absently. "Yeah, I remember being curious about them."
I shake my head, and ignore her other question, since it was ridiculous. "So, shall we head to dinner ladies?" I said in a goofy, faux chivalrous tone.
The three women laughed more at me than with me, but that's okay. The married couple pushed past me, cocks and tits bushing against me as they rushed to meet my family.
I adjust my pants once more and look at Grace, who was still messing with her own pants. We look up at each other, and we laugh.
"Guy or girl, pants kinda suck don't they?" I asked with a smile.
Grace nods and with a tone irony says, "Amen."
We laugh again and walk into the dining room where we see our Mom seem to calm down as her, Michelle, and Jacqueline all grope each other with a smile, a shattered glass next to them.
"Sorry again about that Jacqueline, you just caught me off guard somehow." She was a little flushed from the greeting, and my cock raised a little at the sight, but soon it was over and Mom bent to clean up the mess.
Michelle calmly rubs my Mom's ass as she cleans in forgiveness, "Nah, we get it." With small movement she reached under my mother's skirt and rubbed her large ass skin to fur.
I smile as I feel my pants fall down, only to see that Grace was shucking off her own pair of pants. We quickly forgot about them as we gave each other a friendly pat on the ass.