The day before his daughter's birthday

"OH FUCK!" Annabeth screamed as her brother rammed his cock into her cunt, making her squeal into the couch cushions.

Jonathan was currently fucking her over the arm of the couch, something he enjoyed doing because it gave him the perfect angle to bounce off her bubble butt. Annabeth might have been over forty years old, but thanks to the Petersons anti-aging techniques she still had the body of when she was in her mid-twenties.

Jonathan grunted more and more, feeling himself getting closer and closer to creaming his sister. And sure enough, after a few more thrusts he hit his peak and shot his load deep into her cunt. Annabeth moaned as she felt her insides being painted, but inwardly sighed since this meant Jonathan wouldn't bet getting her to orgasm.

As Jonathan finished spraying his sister's womb, he pulled back and staggered into his favourite easyboy and sighed. Emily then walked into the room, carrying a plate with a sandwich on it and a can of beer. She saw Annabeth still draped over the couch and didn't look twice, having gotten used to walking in on this scene years ago.

"Here's your lunch," she handed him the plate and beer.

"Thanks babe," he told her. Once he placed the two objects on the tables next to him, he reached up and grabbed his wife by the back of the neck. Pulling her down, she didn't resist as he **** her to her knees and pulled her mouth onto his still wet cock.

Emily didn't protest and sucked his dick down her throat, moaning at the delicious taste of his and Annabeth's juices. Emily had always been bisexual and sometimes, she was more attracted to her sister-in-law then her husband. Whenever he wasn't around, she and Annabeth would enjoy one another and loved every minute of it.

And recently, they had been relying on each other more and more to get the other off. Jonathan might have thought he was still in the prime of his life, but honestly he was starting to show his age. He could have once fucked Emily for an hour before cumming, then moved onto Annabeth with barely a moment's rest and go for another hour. But now, he barely lasted ten minutes and needed an hour between sessions.

It was times like this that Emily wished Melody had a twin brother. If she did, she would have had to only wait one more year before she could have a young stud fucking her again. But for some reason, Jonathan had failed to get either her or Annabeth pregnant again since the girls were born. A part of her wondered if maybe Jonathan had a weak sperm count, or if he might have had himself sterilised. Either way, she doubted she was gonna be getting pregnant any time soon.

Jonathan sighed as he felt his wife's mouth on his dick. As he ate his sandwich and revelled in the sensation, he thought about his two beautiful daughters. By this time tomorrow, both of them would be women and spend the rest of his days worshipping him.

Jonathan often wondered what would happen to the four women in his life after he died. He knew that if he didn't have a male heir to succeed him, they would end up orphans at the mercy of other Alphas when he was gone. But as much as he wanted his children safe, he didn't want to lose his Alpha status.

He had seen what happened to some of the fathers in Queen's River when their sons took over. Never getting to enjoy themselves like they used to. Needing to ask permission to even kiss their wives. Being made to clean the house whilst their sons fucked anything with a cunt. And some had even lost their manhoods all together.

One of his closests friends, who had even been his best man, was now one of the hottest milfs in the city and carrying her second child. He would not let that happen to him. His family would be fine when he was gone. Emily had gotten adopted once, so the four would get adopted again. Probably not by the same person, but they would be fine.

It was at that moment he was about to cum and as he did, he heard the doorbell right. "Can you get that?" He asked Annabeth, who had just gotten up off the couch.

Annabeth headed for the door without bothering to get dressed. She knew her brother liked it when people saw her naked and couldn't touch her. Made him think they would be jealous.

She reached the door and opened it up, only to be greeted to the sight of a young man with black hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in raggy old cloths and had a large backpack over his shoulder.

The young man looked her over and smirked, Annabeth getting the feeling he was sizing her up and imagining which position he should take her in. "Can I help you?" She asked, the mane of about nineteen or twenty finally looking her in the eyes.

"Yes, I'm looking for a man named Jonathan Stewart. Is this his address?"

"Yes, but who's asking for him?"

The young man smirked, "tell him his son would like to see him."