Francesca and Samuel (Futa on Male)

Hello Futanaria Palace! I have always loved browsing the site and enjoying the AMAZING art and stories here! So I want to give something back, even if it is a half conplete story that really isn't as good as the rest here. Still, it's something, and maybe somebody can enjoy it.

Francesca diligently scribbled out the last few sums on her paper, writing out the answers neatly in the boxes provided on the homework assignment. Her eyes glanced up at the digital clock balanced so carefully on her desk, in between the desktop computer that was still whirring silently in the dark, and the dozens of textbooks she had laid out. It flashed "11:17" at her, and she shrugged, stretching in the near darkness of her room. Homework was finally done, and she rose to her feet for a moment, rewarding her hard efforts with a huge stretch. Francesca's clothes slid upwards as her arms did, sliding over her pert, large breasts that were the subject of many a stare, and the tight, round ass she still struggled to stuff into a pair of jeans. Hence why the girl wore skirts, of which was now coming back to it's usual height as her arms dropped back to her side, and a yawn issued from her.

"Time for a snack," She mused, rubbing her belly as it gave a fierce growl. The door to her room slid open without a sound, a habit she had yet to let go of even while her parents were away for the week. Francesca eyed the door of her brother's room as she journeyed down the hallway, noticing that the light was off and the door was shut closed. Samuel had a slew of homework that he needed to do, and then a veritable mound of makeup work that he was supposed to be working on over the week.

As of late, her little brother had been getting into more and more trouble, adopting a bad boy attitude along with a too cool for school mindset. He was a high commodity item in his mind, and would boast about various girls that he'd taken an interest in while they were peacefully eating dinner. All of this had accumulated into a punishment, in which he would lose every privilege that he had if he didn't finish his overdue homework while their parents were gone. Francesca found that the punishment was awfully light, when he simply went to his friend's house whenever he wanted beer or a few bucks.

She headed downstairs, padding along as she always did, trying not to wake the parents she consciously knew weren't home. She had made this trip many a time, to the computer in the living room that had much better porn viewing capabilities than the one she had just recently gotten in her bedroom. The stairs emptied out into that very living room, which at present, was occupied. Francesca froze on the stairs, crouching down to get a better look. Samuel was kicked back in the large, relaxing chair, nearly falling out of it as he stretched himself in the luxurious lap of the seat. His pants and boxers lay a few feet away, and the petroleum jelly laid out on the desk were only minor indications