Your mind reels at the fate you've been dealt, but you want to keep control of yourself and your mind even if your body will change. You turn to the woman and take a deep breath. "Okay...okay, you win. Let's get this done. But, um...I don't even know your names."
The woman chuckles gently. "Well, not knowing our names didn't stop Becky, did it? But certainly since you'll both be our daughters, you should certainly know who we are. My name is Mirela , and this is my fourth cousin Mihai. Our family is from the Greek and Bulgarian. Roma, you see?"
"Roman?"
She looks at you sternly. "Roma...Romani. Gypsies. We are losing time, dearest. Come upstairs," she instructs you as she takes you gently by the arm. You feel yourself relax slightly at her touch. Mihai cups Becky's face, kissing her deeply then carries her upstairs before you.
Mirela kisses you tenderly on your ear. "You're going to enjoy this so much, darling!" You enter the upper bedroom and are greeted by Becky and Mihai who are undressing excitedly.
"Take your clothes off, Jennifer," requests Mihai. You hesitate a moment, then do so quickly, wanting to be done with this procedure as quickly as possible. Still standing, you feel Mirela's arms wrap around you and she grinds her wiry pubic hair into your buttocks and your lower back.
She guides you to the bed, kissing you lovingly, stroking your sandy blonde hair and freeing your pony tail. Becky looks over you eagerly, her hazel eyes dilated in excitement, and without a word begins to nibble teasingly at your hardening pink nipples.
"That's it, Becky, that's a good girl," encourages Mirela. You gasp with pleasure as you stroke your best friend's dark curls. Mirela continues to kiss you and snuggle with you, humming an unfamiliar but comforting melody. She then nods to Mihai, who puts his face between your legs, and a wave of pleasure washes over you as you feel his tongue and lips teasing your genitals.
Cool fluid flows from your vagina.
"Have you ever made love before, Jennifer?" You shake your head, you're just sixteen years old.
Mirela strokes your hair. "It will be necessary to give you the best chance to be an Alpha. And Mihai is very gentle."
You whimper. "C-couldn't I get pregnant?"
Mirela smiles. "Of course you can. But I think the reward is quite worth the risk. We WILL take care of you, sweetheart."
Becky leaves your breasts to join you and Mirlea on the other side of you. "Let him fuck you, baby. Let him make you an Alpha like us!" You turn to her and Becky squeals delightedly as she kisses you on the lips, her warm broad tongue caressing yours. Mirela laughs deeply and happily at seeing the joie de vivre of her newest progeny. "Not YET, Becky," she chuckles. Mirela reaches over and pulls your shoulder to her. She giggles one more and is then serious.
"Jennifer. Look at me."
You do as you're asked. Mirela lies before you naked and proud, her arms behind her head. Oh, but she is beautiful you think...but yet you try to remember that you thought it odd before...
"LOOK at meeeee," she whispers intently
Your blue eyes stare deeply into her almost black eyes as Becky and Mihai are caressing your back and your breasts. Your vision deepens as you see her almost olive skin, unmarred by wrinkles, around her eyes, then the heavy black eyebrows that almost meet, then the luxuriant dark hair surrounding her face. Thick curly hair fills her armpits. Your gaze tracks slowly down over the proud breasts and the slight scattering of hairs between them.
"I am over one hundred years old. I am ALPHA, Jennifer!"
The trickle of hairs continues downward between her massive abdominal muscles to her belly button then explodes into a blanket of pubic hair that covers her lower belly, her genitals, and her upper thighs, a bush two inches thick over her mons Venus. Skin appeared again further down on her thighs, but her legs remained as hairy as your father's. You feel yourself swoon at the sight of this exotic, aluring woman. She reaches over to embrace you, and you feel love like you had never thought possible emanating from her.
"Take her, Mihai."
You find yourself on your back as her cousin positions himself over you. Shaking slightly from fear, you spread your legs and you gingerly place your arms around him. He kisses you, and you feel the coarse stubble on his face.
"It really is a cute little blonde landing strip, Jennifer," he says teasingly. "But you won't be having that any longer." You feel a quick stab of pain as he pushes inside you, and you cry slightly. The pain quickly fades into pleasure as Mihai's penis caresses the walls of your vagina, the coarse mat of curls in his groin tickling yours. You moan as the pleasure intensifies, and Mihai kisses you again lovingly and both Becky and Mirela tickle and caress you where they can.
It seems like only moments later that you release a scream of ecstasy and Mihai groans loudly.
You feel Mihai's penis spasm and warm fluid splatter inside your vagina and cervix. You hug him tightly.
Mirela taps him on the shoulder and he moves, allowing Mirela to straddle you. Without missing a beat, you probe through the curls of her bush and begin teasing her lower lips with your tongue.
Wiry hair tickles your face, but you continue kissing her licking up the fluids she is continuing to secrete. At last it is too much for her and she screams in pleasure. You hear an odd popping sound and you see that her upper and lower canines have grown out about half an inch, and soft hair has appeared about her neck and shoulders.
Mirela chuckles sheepishly in a slightly deeper tone. "Er, sorry about that. It'll happen to us all from time to time." She smiles broadly at you. "That was WONDERFUL, Jennifer!! Thank you," as she squeezes you tightly.
The four of you remain in bed, enjoying the most intimate pleasure. As the evening approaches, you find yourself in Mirela's arms as she continues to tease the back of your neck with her kisses, and Becky and Mihai remain wrapped in each others arms.
A disturbing thought occurs to you.
"Mirela?"
"Yes, dearest?"
"Will I...um...will I be as hairy as you? You know, when I'm in human form?"
"As hairy as me? Oh no, Jennifer. No." You feel yourself relax, relieved, and then Mirela whispers, chuckling in your ear. "A month from now, sweetheart, you'll be making me look clean-shaven!"