As Nate started to head upstairs, his younger brother Eric spotted him while coming out of the laundry room.
"Hey Nate! How was your night?" Eric asked, totally unphased about seeing his older brother in his full werewolf form.
"Great. Yours?" Nate asked in return.
"Wonderful," replied Eric, thinking of Julie.
"I'm gonna take a shower, then I'm going to my room."
"No problem. Just leave the shower clean for me and I'll take one in the morning," said Eric, as he followed Nate up the stairs to his own room.
It's nice to see my sons getting along so well, thought Mister Anderson, as he started locking up the house for the night. He wasn't sure when or if his wife would be home, because tonight was her girls' night, as he thought of it, with Samantha and Frances Twist. But Martha had her own house key and could let herself in whenever.
MEANWHILE...
Ben Twist arrived home for the night, letting himself in through the backdoor.
As he walked past his mothers' bedroom, he could smell the excited scents of three werecats engaged in some hot and heavy lesbian activity.
You ladies have a great night, and I'll see you tomorrow, he thought to himself, while going to his bedroom.
The plan was to take a hot shower and finish up his homework before turning in for the night, when his cellphone chimed it had received a text message.
Since no one had yet to make a phone easy enough to use with werewolf paws, and the fact it was far quicker to take a shower without a furry body, Ben reverted back to his human form as he removed the lanyard from around his neck and read the message.
It was from Kenya, and said, OUR TREE, TOMORROW NIGHT. 7 OK?
After clarifying that she meant the fallen log, Ben agreed to the date, and smiled at the thought.
Samantha Twist was eating out Martha Anderson's wet cunt, while Martha was enjoying the tasty pleasures between Frances Twist's legs, as Frances relished the fine cream coming out of her wife's vagina, when Samantha suddenly stopped.
The werecat raised her head and sniffed the air, then announced, "Ben's home."
"Good, and on time too," said Frances, as she raised her head long enough to check the clock on the nightstand by their king sized bed. It was almost ten pm.
"He was with someone," revealed Samantha, taking another sniff of the air. "Definitely female, but I can't make out who from here."
"Does it matter?" asked Martha, joining in the conversation as she altered her position so she could hug both of her furry lovers at the same time. "He's a good kid you can both be proud of, and we all need a little fun in our lives."
"Only a little?" Frances asked jokingly, as both Twists sexually pounced on their friend.
Martha purred in happily contentment as the evening activities continued.
MEANWHILE...
"I'm afraid it's getting late honey, and the dorm does have an 11 pm curfew on outside visitors," Jenny Harper reminded her fiance.
"It's okay honey," said Harry Jenkins as he kissed her cheek. "I'll be back here by 8 so we can be at Doctor Twist's office for your first appointment at 9."
"I'm a little nervous about that," admitted Jenny, "so don't make any breakfast plans ahead of time. We'll see how I am in the morning."
"Sure. You try to get a good night's sleep. Night honey. Night Karen," Harry said to his fiance's roommate before he let himself out.
When Harry and Jenny got back from dinner, Karen told them about Tachibana no Akane's generous offer of supplying the catering for their upcoming wedding next weekend, showing them the business card on Jenny's dresser.
That led to some more discussion about wedding plans, especially in light of what the caterer added concerning the potential guest list.
"The mayor? Really?" asked Jenny in surprise.
"Don't knock it honey," replied Karen Yuletide. "At the rate I'm going, I'll be surprised if even I show up for my own wedding. There certainly isn't any applicants lining up to be my better half," she said jokingly.
"Don't you talk like that. I'm sure you'll meet the right person in time," replied Jenny, while laying a reassuring hand on her friend's shoulder.
For some reason, Karen swore she felt a rush of confidence flow through her during that brief moment, but quickly brushed the notion aside as their conversation moved on to other topics.
Karen covered finally eating the remainder of her sub in front of her friends by claiming that between homework and the caterer dropping by, she never got around to it when in truth, she had spent most of the time alone going through Jenny's copy of the town handbook and daydreaming of a potential future as a were being the ultimate fulfillment of her fur fetish.
Yet now... the desire was still there, but not burning quite as brightly as it had been.
"It is getting late," realized Karen, thinking that was the answer. "Do you want to wait in line for the bathroom down the hall first or should I?"
MEANWHILE...