Flesh and Blood

New chapter since it seems some of you are interested in the story, which was a total surprise for me, albeit a pleasant one.
Now for some incest! Yay! *ugh*

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A cloudy night two moons ago was when success came.
This attempt had not been the first for Three Finger. Saw Tooth had first pondered the idea when he realized what his son shared with those whom he called the Lesser Half. Upon his birth, the big man thought he was seeing things, that the infant was merely strange looking between the legs. One day while watching him swim naked in the pond, he saw it, clear as day: a clean split between his ass and gristle. The patriarch was old and knew what was slowly happening to his family. As pack members passed on, the group shrank, no matter what they tried. The mother was not only the predecessor of Three Finger and One Eye, but also to Saw Tooth. After the spitting of One Eye from that strange quim on the mother, Saw Tooth’s idea slowly began to take a more tangible shape.
Three Finger was twelve winters old when One Eye was born.
The limber man unconsciously fingered the patch of flesh beneath him which bore the likeness of both halves, sitting against the tree again hours after the burning and thinking back on the attention Saw Tooth paid him through the summers. On the rare occasion, Three Finger found himself the subject of actions he had only seen other men do to the few females of the clan. His patriarch especially centered his focus on the funny gash that the young boy had been taking for granted for so long. At the age of fifteen, he obeyed his father as he always would, and wondered if Saw Tooth was killing him.
The discomfort Three Finger felt from the memory made him snicker, but he hardly found the recollection funny. He had felt a pain deep inside him during that moment when Saw Tooth’s piss stick entered him, and he had no idea why.
This attempt by the pack’s leader was in vain. Three moons later his son spewed forth nothing but red putrescence from the quim and nothing else came of it. Three Finger remembered being quite terrified at the time. Things had come from the mysterious gape before, usually similarly wet and viscous, but nothing like that. Of course, he put two and two together the next time his leader came toward him one winter later, pants down and soft bone made hard. But what say did he have when this was his father and superior who held him down and pierced him in such a way?
Saw Tooth seemed to give up his efforts after a while, as nothing fruitful came from the attempts to mate with his last hope at a larger family. Sometimes he would commit his acts of pleasure on his sons, even One Eye, too oblivious to truly know what was going on, though a willing participant. However, he tried nothing so determined as trying to plant his seeds again. He was convinced it was useless, and that the next mother would regretfully have to be a whore from beyond the mountain who might stumble into their woods.
Finally, after several winters of nothing, Saw Tooth tried one last time. This time, however, now older and stronger than before, Three Finger defied his father. But his newfound strength hardly made any difference when measured up against that of the huge leader and he was struck about the head and back in punishment several times before Saw Tooth finally threw his son face down to the dirt floor. Thankfully, this time did not hurt like the first, but Three Finger was still in doubt and slight fear of the prospect of bearing something potentially as big as One Eye… perhaps even bigger if his luck was out.
No signs came about until nearly a moon later, when Three Finger took ill. The joy Saw Tooth expressed was unexpected but welcomed and the younger man hesitantly, but eventually accepted his situation. He was still uncertain as to what may happen to him, but in time, his fits of vomiting were like an amusement and he was grateful to not be treated like the lesser half as he expected to be.
One moon later was where he found himself now, and he sat, groggy, but awake, contemplating his past and future. Tearing a hunk of flesh from the meat he now consumed, he wondered how hard life was promising itself to be. His leader and brother were both dead and he was carrying a pup of his own. A faint stab of worry passed through him when he realized he would be the only one present for the birth of his pup, and would thus be the only one to look to for help. After his meal, he drifted off to sleep with thoughts of nothing but the little one his father had promised for the clan. Three Finger was unsure of whether he could survive without his family, but now it seemed he was looking out for them nevertheless…