by Writing Shark
The Beauty Queen
As the man of your harem, but also as its head, as the brother of your sisters, owner of Denise and soon-to-be lover of Karen, you have the duty to worry. Your parents have to be back home any second and you can already consider yourself lucky that they didn’t notice the commotion around your wombat and Maureen. You close the front door behind you, think once more of Emma, who is also your friend, and then walk up the stairs. The question of which room your sisters are in with Karen becomes moot when you see that the door to the room of Megan, now Maureen, is slightly open. Don’t let me down now, buddy, you and your drill sergeant say at the same time. He directs his warning to you to give Karen what she wants. You direct your pleading request to your penis. But before you send it into the last battle of the day…. actually the first of the next day, you have another duty, actually a privilege.
Quietly, you open the door to your own room. Inside, darkness greets you and it takes you a while to see enough to move quietly. Two mounds of about the same size rise from under your covers. Of course, Denise and Millie have been given their own bedsheets, it would seem odd, especially to your parents, if you were sharing one. But of course, only one of the blankets smells like you.
Slowly you lower yourself onto the bed, careful to cause as little movement as possible. Also slowly, you pull back the one blanket until the head of Denise appears. She is wide awake and her lips twitch in an attempt to turn a happy laugh into an even happier grin. You lean even lower over her and she instinctively juts her head toward you until your lips touch.
“As of tonight, Karen is part of our group” you explain to her without fear. Still, you wait for a reaction from your kitten. Her collar apparently doesn’t even bother her at night and so she just smiles the smile of the blessed, stretches her arms towards you while jiggling her body with half-closed eyes and joyfully pressed lips and presses you against her. Her warm cheek lies on yours and you realize that you will have to shave again soon. Still, you feel the light moisture of her lips on your cheek and her calm, peaceful breathing as she lets go of you. She gives you a short amorous look and then closes her eyes. Quietly, you cover your girl again and feel her curl up under the mountains of fabric and feathers. Tonight your two little girls will be alone in your big room but you are sure they will be fine.
After looking at the hill Denise is under, you turn your attention to your princess. Millie is already fast asleep, with only her head and one of her dainty legs sticking out of the covers. She is wearing her much too small pajamas again. You’ll have to do something about that… or she’ll sleep naked… Shit. With even more caution, you slide her leg under the fabric which elicits a low hum from her. Her hand is under her chin and she has her shoulders pulled together as she lies on her side. Proudly you see that your sister has left most of your bedspread for Denise. Actually, you should leave the room now, you still have big, glorious things to do. But you can surely spare a short moment and so you bend over Millie, stroke a strand of hair from her face, pull the blanket a little higher and listen to her quiet breathing. It was a stupid idea to think you could discuss your every decision with them and get their permission, you muse without fear. By now you know that Millie will support you and tomorrow she will wake up in a harem that has grown by one. Still, you would like to hear her voice now. A low grumble escapes your throat and you rise smoothly so as not to wake your two precious treasures. Tomorrow you will hear her voice and the voice of Denise and all your other girls. And yet you stop at the door one last time.
“I love you both” you whisper but there is no response. Apparently Denise has fallen asleep too and that gives you an even better feeling. Your face contorts briefly as you close the door behind your back, then you stand alone in the dark hallway. You have no idea when your parents will be home, probably any second. But that can’t stop you from your mission to give Karen tonight, this morning rather. The girl has earned it, and besides, you’re terrified of being told off not only by Megan, but now by Maureen as well, if you back out now.
The ray of golden light breaking on the white wallpaper of the hallway guides you as well as the sounds of soft whispers. Your feelings change with each step towards the light away from the great protector of princess and kitten to the excitement of certain uncertainty. If a moment ago you were secure, determined and loving, careful and cautious, now you are excited and horny. You can hardly wait to see what is hidden behind the wall of light. But do your best not to puke in front of the girls’ feet…
Fortunately it doesn’t get that bad, but the door still feels heavy. Like Aragorn in Lord of the Rings you step through it, at least that’s how it seems to you, and find yourself in front of Maureen, Megan and Karen. The three of them don’t look at you like Aragorn the Savior either, but that’s also because your chin has just dropped to the floor of the room, making you look pretty shocked.
“Hey handsome” Maureen greets you without batting an eyelash. You have no idea where the stark difference in your reaction to the girls comes from, but maybe it’s because they’re used to seeing other girls in bras and panties. Well, you are too, more (or less), but still the sight of the three girls on the bed is something special. Your sisters have taken Karen in the middle and sit so close to her that their naked thighs touch. Otherwise the two hold back with their touches but also their shoulders nudge together with almost every movement. This results in Karen and her shy movements to avoid either the half-naked Maureen or the half-naked Megan. While your older sister wears a normal black bra and matching, even more normal panties, Megan presents herself in white lace underwear that matches her dress of the evening which you can’t see anywhere. Special is the bra which has its straps on the side of her shoulders. Upon closer inspection, you notice moisture in her hair, but are not disappointed that she has finally removed the traces of your evening from her face. If Maureen seems a bit unprepared, Megan shines perfectly adapted to the situation and Karen somehow swims between the two worlds. She has on a longer pair of nylon pants and a white but not-so-bright bra forced over her magnificent bust.
You close the door behind you and look at the three girls more closely which results in an obvious reaction in your pants which you are very happy about after tonight. Somehow it’s cute that Karen apparently didn’t plan to sleep with you tonight and you have to remind yourself not to see her as a sex bomb. You click your tongue at the thought of not making a second Emma out of Karen and paying close attention to what the girl in front of you wants this time. Well, Emma probably knew what she wanted from you sooner than Karen did… but you’ll manage… somehow.
“Wow… girls… you look just… stunning.” A compliment to start with wouldn’t go amiss.
“Tell us something new” Megan grins and you have to grin as well. Little beast. But you mean no harm. “How are the little ones?”
“Sleeping soundly,” you say contentedly and take a few steps into the room. Karen follows you with her gaze. “I think an apology is in order,” you say to her, trying to figure out what tone of voice and level of control will suit her best. You don’t want to force anything on her, even though every neuron in your brain is fixated on her breasts, which seem to be struggling to be freed from their prison. Also, you don’t want to make Miss Grant understand too much that everything depends on her. She is the first one who decided to come into your world without your obvious help and the fact that she fulfills a great wish makes you realize how you have to stand by her. Apparently Megan sees it too.
“And it’s from us Biggie,” she says, gently cutting you off. Then she turns to Karen. “We were just trying to make my friend understand that she didn’t break or complicate anything.”
“Right,” Maureen joins in. “We’re sorry we messed up your date with my brother,” she says to the accompanying nod from Megan. “It had nothing to do with jealousy or anger.”
“And certainly not against you personally honey.” Megan moves closer to Karen again and strokes her shoulder encouragingly. The girl doesn’t tense up, but doesn’t look at your wombat either but continues to fix her eyes only on you. Up to now it has always been very easy for you to read girls, even Karen. Now you have no idea what’s going on inside her. But you are not afraid, because you have two angels at your side.
“What are you wearing?” asks Maureen, unabashedly tugging at the rather simple bra of the gril next to her. The touch, or perhaps the memory of the evening that is now going so differently, brings young Grant out of her stupor.
“I thought I’d show Finn I could be different,” she murmurs, blinking and looking at your big sister for the first time.
“Hey, she can talk” Megan gloats, clapping her hands in amusement.
“Damn it Megan” Karen nags, but doesn’t sound convinced of herself. “It’s not so easy when he’s not your b-brother.” The lights in the room are on, revealing her bright red cheeks to everyone. You decide not to just stand around the room and sit cross-legged on the floor in front of the three girls. The new addition to the evening follows you again tensely, lips pressed together as Megan laughs and Maureen pulls a pillow off the bed and hands it to you.
“Well of course girl. Because sex with my brother is so easy, of course,” your wombat counters as you shove the pillow under your butt. The fact that Karen is squinting at your crotch as you do so doesn’t escape you. “It took Finn and me years to find our way together,” Megan says, sounding a little irritated. So much lost time, you read in her gaze.
“And yet you two didn’t act as stupid as I did” Karen pouts and Megan noticeably relaxes her features. The corners of your mouth twitch as she places a hand on her friend’s bare thigh and Karen clasps it with her fingers. The two girls are really close friends. “Everyone always sees me as sexy Karen, the sexpot, the supermodel… Onlyfans and all that…” You have to pull yourself together to not lose control of yourself at her pout. Even more erotic is the fact that the girl is not acting. She is herself.
“If you only knew the shit I’ve gotten into,” Megan muses with a grin, glancing at you for permission to talk. “I told you about my troubles with Millie, didn’t I?” And so Megan tells her story of fear, lust, insecurity and desire. Then Maureen gets in on the act, adding her piece to the puzzle. Karen sits there in her underwear listening to the two of them but you too are surprised at how in tune your sisters seem. They pass the ball to each other, support each other when one starts to doubt herself, apologize and work together until they reach the end. “You see, we all have our history with Finn.”
“But no matter what, neither he nor we are going to let anyone in our group get in their own way.” Maureen nods.
“Or thinks she’s not worth it.” Megan nods. Both sisters seem proud of themselves, and by God, so are you. Though their words cause a shy grin to appear on the middle girl’s face, they also awaken a determination in Karen that isn’t slowed by her partial nudity.
“This is all still new to me” she confesses, and Megan sees herself obliged.
“Then we’ll help you” she exclaims happily, looking at her friend’s underwear just as Maureen did. “And we’ll help you with that too…” she murmurs with a grin. “With someone like you, I thought you’d dress…. fancier clothes.” Megan also gets a response to the comments about her choice of clothes.
“I didn’t want to have sex with him either” she defends herself with red cheeks. Then she realizes what she said and looks at you with an expression you can only partially interpret. “Shit. I meant…” Appeasingly, you raise your arms.
“It’s okay. If it wasn’t for my sisters, I’d have a lot more problems in life than I already do.” You look at the two Lynchwood girls. “Even if they do overdo it sometimes.” You wink but the days of them being offended by something like that are long gone.
“We just want to help,” Megan says and comes back to her friend. You’re proud of the way she’s handling the events of this turbulent day, and Karen, for her part, approaches the group. She relaxes a bit, tilts her head and lowers her voice to a murmur again.
“I know. And yes, I need help.” She exhales air from her nose. “Everyone knows that.” Then she tightens again, this time with the difference that your sisters are on the same wavelength as her. That leaves two factors in the room, three girls and you, and so Karen can focus on you with the others. “But I also know what I’m good at. I’m not Emma.” She thinks for a second. “Not at everything that makes me me. I know how I come across to men.”
“True,” you agree, nodding. No need to keep your fascination with this girl a secret.
“I just think something else is expected of me here than just spreading my legs.” She chews her lower lip. She’s never looked at you as shyly as she does now. “Not that I didn’t want to…”
“That comes later” you mean, and your drill sergeant rams his head into a wall again and again. You son of a bitch! But to Karen, your words have an effect.
“See?” she says with a smile, scratching the tip of her nose nervously. “You’re not like other boys. That’s why… That’s why I like you so much.”
“Yeah I guess ‘normal’ doesn’t really apply to me anymore” you muse, but can’t help a triumphant grin. “But nothing is expected of you, Karen.”
“I’d prefer that, though” she confesses, “I’m sure that’s not normal either.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t use that word anymore today?” suggests Maureen, amused. “Karen, I know how you feel. I’ve been on a date with my little brother. Emma has, too. And Denise…”
“Not really,” you say, thinking about the two occasions you were alone under the apple trees after the conversation.
“It doesn’t work for us nor… not like other couples,” Megan says. “No one judges you when things go differently. It’s been that way for a lot of us. And we’re all just at the beginning.” The vulnerability in Karen remains but is now accompanied by a dose of spite in her voice that alarms you.
“Wasn’t it normal for you guys…. shit.” ‘Normal’ again.
“See? We’re already on the same page.” Megen grins. “Girlfriend.”
“Yeah.” Karen takes a long exhale. “But what doesn’t matter to you has always mattered to me. John was no exception.” The girl looks at you hurt and you already want to get up from the floor and come to her. “I only know this way. Pants down, legs wide and off you go.” During the conversation, you’ve been watching Karen Grant closely. She resembles Maureen in her demeanor. Slightly defiant with a healthy dose of grit but also vulnerable if you probe deep enough. But there’s also Megan, lighthearted, happy to laugh and good-humored when she’s with people she likes. You can also recognize a portion of Emma, shy and submissive, a bit insecure but blossoming when you take her by the hand. If Karen knows how versatile she is?
You can understand the girl. All her life she has been defined by her beauty and has based her life on it. No crime to do that and use the means at your disposal. And her means work… on you, too. Maybe Karen reacts to you so differently because you have developed the ability to see through the veil of incredible beauty through your sisters and now Emma? Are you that strong? Maybe it’s just her nature itself, without having to think much about it. With Karen, you’ve always known where you stood. Only recently has there been something new, or something that you have newly discovered. And Karen has discovered it too, and that scares her. For someone who hasn’t had to do much all her life to get where she wants to go, it must seem intimidating to come into a world like yours. But Miss Grant knows her stuff, and so you recognize the conflict she’s in. Your friends would never think of denying you something you are good at that has helped you in your life.
Where your sisters had only one path in life that inevitably lead to your side, only imagining that it could be different and that you were not meant for each other, where Emma built her own path that lead to the same place and where Denise was brutally pushed to the finish line, Karen Grant, 21 years old, beautiful, tall, smart but unprepared, actually has both paths before her. She can come to your side or not. Of all the girls, she is the one who has to make the biggest decisions. She even has to decide how, if so, she will act by your side. Not only does she have to choose the path that leads to you or away from you, she has to be clear about her feelings, deal with the reality of your harem, fight her own worries about not being good enough, hold back the impulses to fall into old patterns, and not lose her own style in the process. Fuck…
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” Of course it had to come. It had to come. “Maybe I should…”
“No.” Your sisters look at you almost more astonished than Karen. You didn’t speak angrily but in such a commanding tone that it came out almost icy.
“Finn…”
“No Karen.” Her eyes follow you spellbound, as do those of your sisters, as you rise and tower over her. Involuntarily, Karen wraps her arms around her bosom while Megan digs her free hand into the sheets and Maureen clenches her hand into a fist. “I won’t let you do that.” The girl’s eyes in the middle almost fall out of her head and her mouth hangs slightly open. Then her chin nearly drops to the floor as you unceremoniously begin to undress. You’re still in your street clothes, so it takes a while, but your movements are brimming with determination. Finally you are standing in front of the girls in just your boxers. Megan bites her lips longingly and Maureen smiles voluptuously. Karan is taken aback.
“I thought you were…”
“I am, Karen. Kind, nice, accommodating, and all that other stuff.” The girl blinks. “But I’m not going to stand here and continue to watch you deny yourself.”
“I’m not denying myself…”
“Quiet.” You don’t raise your voice but to Karen – and even your sisters – it’s like a thunderclap. “You’re not the Karen I fell in love with.” Maureen eyes you proudly, but presses her lips together. Megan looks dreamy, in love.
“Finn…”
“Karen you’re fucking beautiful. Accept that. Accept that I want to sleep with you, fuck you because you look so fantastic.” Dude… growls your drill sergeant who can’t believe what you’re saying. “You don’t have to change and I don’t like it when you’re ashamed of what you’re good at. Do you know how proud I am of myself for making one of them” you point to your sisters “come?” Funny. Megan blushes…
“Okay,” Karen mumbles and looks down at the floor. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to talk down on you.”
“And you shouldn’t apologize either.” Karen just sinks down even more, and you start to quietly doubt your plan. But that’s what you do. You have plans and things happen. Good things. Keep it up you dog! “I know how strong you are Karen Grant. Shit, you always make me feel like a teenager who’s never had a girlfriend. And I have seven girls who suck me dry on a regular basis.”
“Today it was my fault” grins your wombat and Maureen laughs softly, then they are both quiet again and watch your tightrope act intently. Karen seems upset and just looks at you for help.
“I… don’t understand…” she licks her dry lips. “What do you want from me? Please tell me?”
“You were talking about Emma earlier,” you remind her. “She can talk like that in front of me, like a slave. Because I know that’s what she wants at this moment. What do I want? I want you not to pretend. I want you to think and do what you like. I want you to be fine, more than that. That’s what I tell every one of my girls. Everyone I love.” You’ve said it twice now, but Karen still doesn’t respond to your revelation. You don’t feel fear, rather amusement. You’ve never done it before either: break someone so they can pick themselves up. She is not quite there yet. “Karen, you are strong enough that you don’t need me to tell you what to do.” And because third time’s the charm… “I love you for that strength, but also because you look so cute when you’re unsure. You don’t have to be just one thing. You know exactly what to do, you know men. I’m a man. You know me. You know how to have sex with me. And you’re so smart. Much smarter than most would give you credit for. I don’t just see your beauty. I also see what’s inside you, in your head and heart, not just in your, admittedly fantastic, tits. You will manage to have a relationship with me because of what you have in your heart and head. You can be with me Karen, that’s what I want. Not the girl from Only-Fans and not the girl who is afraid of herself.” Almost there. You can see it in her eyes. Maureen shakes her head in disbelief at the transformation taking place right next to her. “If you’re doing something wrong, we’ll work it out. If you’re letting yourself go, then we’ll live it out. If you want it slow, then we’ll take our time. If I want something from you then I know you’ll give it to me. I trust you because I know who you are. What do I want? I want you to know that too. Then it doesn’t matter if we’re together or not, because you’ll be fine.” You might have left out the determined nod at the end of your speech but you have to make a point for yourself too. While your sisters admire you, Megan literally adores you and slides around on the mattress, all that’s left for you to do is wait. And that’s hard. Your heart is pounding in your throat and it hurts because you’ve been trying so hard to talk, your hands are sweaty and your scalp itches. Karen doesn’t seem to feel any different, but right now the war of the worlds could break out next to your house and she wouldn’t notice. She takes her time with an answer, which is good, but not good for your heart. Then her eyes meet yours.
“I want to be with you.” It looks sweet the way Karen purses her lips and then looks at you. “I really do. On one condition.” Megan is already catching her breath but you raise your hand. Easy Darth Vader. “Stay with me if I ever screw up.”
“Always,” you say, leaving not a hint of doubt. Oh, what the hell… “I love you.” You wait a second, then two, but Karen just looks you in the eye. Grinning, you rise and instinctively Megan stands up too. You reach your hand out to Karen and she grabs it. With enough force to surprise her, you pull her towards you and her hand lands on your shoulder. Her breasts press only lightly against you and her eyes dart searchingly over your face. She will know for herself what exactly she hopes to find but you have no doubt that she will find it. Then, with a sly grin, you step back from her. Karen wants to keep you with her, pressing her hand on your shoulders.
“Please…” she breathes, but you don’t go for it. Your plan has one last point. Your sisters understand you without words, Maureen too, and step back from Karen as well. Not far, you stand around her again, within reach but not too close. Then you raise your arms, ever so slightly.
“I love you Karen Grant. Your beauty, your intelligence, your strength and your will. You’re sweet just the way you are. And that’s how I like you. I’m all yours.”
It never ceases to amaze you how your words affect girls. You don’t necessarily consider yourself an artist of spoken language but so far you’ve had a pretty good run as even your drill sergeant admits. But Karen Grant has sex, lots of sex, maybe even more sex than you, certainly, once you jump back just a few weeks in your life. She’s experienced in that sort of thing. But not just in the physical. Something has to happen before you strip down and hit the pillows. Less has to happen with some than others and certainly that’s one of the reasons Karen is so reluctant. She wants to do things differently with you. Nonetheless, this girl must have had a lot of experiences and adventures. Whether born out of the sheer amount of cocks that were in her and the preceding (certainly mostly short) conversations, or born out of the statistical probability that with all the amount of free men also one or the other gentleman was there. After all, there are not only idiots at your school and you are not the only angel among devils. Shit, you also wanted to push Karen against the gym wall and fuck her into the next millennium in her sports outfit. And yet you see the transformation happening in her that no one else has triggered and that makes you more nervous than the thought of having to compete with who knows how many guys and men right now. Karen has chosen you and breathes new life into the saying ‘I’ve had many but you’ll be the last’. But there is no time for nervousness and if Karen makes it then so will you, you spoiled little dog. Your drill sergeant is right and you have often made the mistake of underestimating your strength. Maybe it is all very simple. Maybe girls like Karen, or girls in general, just need some kind words sometimes. Or rather, honest words. That’s it! You realize and understand that your plan is working, not only for your new girl but for you as well. It’s not your looks or your money, the family money, it’s not your clothes, even if they help sometimes. You treat Karen fairly and justly, you don’t judge her for her behavior, but you also show her that you desire her. You show her boundaries and give her enough space for herself in the space in between. Karen can choose any boy but she has chosen you. Because you are the best and there is no shame in being proud of that. Basically this is true for all your girls, especially the ones who didn’t grow up with you, and it’s a proof that girls need someone who cares about them, but also trusts them with strength and relies on them. Again you can read it in her eyes, the goal she has reached thanks to you. Karen sees in you the boy who loves her, who wants her and who fights for her but who also shows her how far she can go without losing him, who shows her that he has a life, who she doesn’t have to support but who doesn’t hold her down either.
That’s as far as you get, because your newest friend, the pretty, intelligent, cheeky Karen, is coming towards you. Again she puts her hand on your shoulder but this time her grip is firm and determined. Under the watchful, fascinated gaze of your sisters, her other hand joins in. Her body comes so close to you again that her forearms rest against your chest. Again her eyes roam all over your body but this time they are searching for something she knows exactly what it is. Finally she finds it and you enjoy her leading you to the bed. You land on the spot where young Grant has begun her transformation and Maureen leans against you while Megan takes care of her friend and harem sister. Karen seems focused but also excited like someone who has bought a new car and now gets to experience everything anew. You are the sports car in her life where before there were only middle-class carriages.
You feel her weight shift to you as she pushes you onto the bed and sits on you. Next to her, you see Megan giggle and bring her fingers to her lips in the pose your wombat has so internalized. Karen, on the other hand, is in a world of her own as she pushes her lightly clad body onto you and presses her lap against yours. In a very small part of your head you fear that so much sex could still put you in the grave, but that doesn’t matter now. Such a death would not only be ridiculous but also as unrealistic as…. sex with seven… now eight women. Fuck! You said it.
Karen approaches you, unlike Megan her thighs don’t exert pressure, her hands are gently on your body. She has so much experience and now her life culminates in this moment. Her lips are dry again and she tries to wet them for you, but has breathed through her mouth in disbelief for too long. The corners of your lips twitch at the sight and the slight blush on her cheeks also betrays Karen.
“Wait…” you hear Megan whisper and quickly she pulls out a bottle of water from her nightstand, now the closet of Maureen. “It wasn’t planned or anything” she defends herself to her sister and grins as she hands you the bottle. Gratefully, you grab the piece of filled plastic and pass it to Karen. She takes several sips and hands the bottle back to you.
“Thank you,” she whispers as well. You stroke the rim of the bottle with your thumb and then bring your hand up to her face. Her lips are soft and feel fantastic as your wet thumb strokes them. Karen, meanwhile, watches you closely and holds still until you’re done. “No one has ever been this romantic before” she confesses matter-of-factly.
“I’m different,” is all you say.
“Not in everything,” she says, and your eyes move downward. “I already know this reaction,” she says and you correctly interpret her shy grin as a good sign. Your spear presses through the fabric against her taut stomach and panties.
“We really need to do something about your underwear though,” Megan says, unabashedly tugging at her friend’s panties “Tomorrow we’re going shopping.”
“Not now honey,” Maureen says with rolled eyes. “You better come over here and we’ll put on a show for these two”. With wide eyes Karen watches as Megan also swings herself onto the bed and takes a seat on her sister’s lap. Unlike your newest friend, however, Megan presses her back against her sister’s and Maureen doesn’t take two requests to slip her lacy bra off her shoulders.
“This is a normal sight in our group” you inform Miss Grant with a grin.
“Yeah right… normal.”
“The sex will feel normal soon too, trust me.”
“What?” asks Karen in amazement. “You mean boring?” Megan has nice, round, firm breasts, too, but that doesn’t stop her or Maureen from bursting into hoarse, suppressed laughter because of Millie and Denise in the other room. Karen blushes again. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know. Sex with you will never be ordinary, I’m sure. But it will become normal, it will stay nice. But you’ll get used to it.”
“Lots of bare skin,” Maureen adds.
“And moans,” Megan says, wiping her face. Karen watches as the older Lynchwood sister runs her hands over the younger one’s body. With the movements she makes and the sounds she elicits from Megan, it’s hard for even you to believe Maureen isn’t Bi, let alone Karen.
“You really live a horny life don’t you?” she asks and looks at you again. A low moan and a ‘shit’ from Megan punctuate the scene.
“The best,” you confirm, “All because of the girls I love.” Now it’s the corners of her mouth that twitch. Much has been said today and it’s your victory as Karen returns to her old self, only slightly improved.
“I really didn’t wanted to sleep with you today,” she says, “Who knows, maybe I would have driven you to monogamy.” Megan lets out a snort that sounds kind of like a moan, though, and Maureen hums something into her neck which she’s just covering with demanding kisses.
“You’d make a lot of people very very unhappy with that,” you say, not sounding angry, and Karen doesn’t take it that way either.
“Maybe,” she says innocently, shrugging her shoulders. A band of her bra slips a little. “But not many guys can resist me.” She looks down at herself, at her breasts, then back up at you, “Or these.”
“I can understand” is all you mean. Shit! Give! Give! Give! And Karen gives, provides, reveals. She lifts your hands upward and leads them to paradise. While your sisters caress each other, you are allowed to take off her bra. Karen doesn’t seem very nervous about this, already knows the feeling. But you have a plan. It has its advantages to think about this girl’s breasts for years as well as the fact that she is experienced inexperienced. Then it dawns on you, the sight every boy – and some girls – at your school dream about at night. Your fingers run over the soft underside of Karen Grant’s breasts, and then upward. It amazes you, but her nipples aren’t quite stiff yet, and you understand that it takes more to turn her on. With pleasure you show her two things. One is that her breasts are indeed very desirable to a boy like you, but the other is that you are not one of those guys for quick sex but a long-term investment. And as her breath catches and your lips lay on the soft tissue around her nipples, her faltering breath tells you that you’re doing something right.
“That’s good” your lover whispers and you begin to higher your efforts slowly but steadily. Your fingers press a little deeper into her skin and you feel the weight of her two hard-hitting arguments in your palms. “Mmmmh…” she makes as your hands slide over the outer sides and squeeze the two mounds together. You follow with your mouth as your tongue runs circles around one of her nipples until you feel its twin against your cheek. Satisfied, you press your lips together and slowly pull your head back until it slips out of your mouth. “Fuck…” sighs Karen.
“What?” you ask with a grin, looking up at her.
“You’re really good,” she confesses, “Most guys can’t wait that long.” She smiles at you and with a warmth in your heart you realize how easy it is to read the girl now.
“That’s a long time for you?” asks Megan beside you, and you turn to face your wombat. Maureen has her hands over her stomach and is playing around with her fingers in her crotch, but Megan is still wearing her underwear.
“We like to take our time,” Maureen says, punctuating her words with caresses that make Megan vibrate. “As often as the day allows. Sometimes it has to be quick, too.”
“Like… fuck… with me in the… ha… shower… t-this morning” Megan presses out between her lips. “Whenever… he wants…” You lean over to your sister and Maureen holds her securely as you pull Megan close and her mouth onto yours.
“Wow,” Karen says, and you realize that she’s embracing you with her thighs now after all, applying pressure. A good sign. “So this is what I have to be prepared for then? You take your girlfriends whenever you want?” She looks at you teasingly but what she’s playing is a game you’ve mastered too. You leave Megan in her sister’s care again and run your fingers over your bedmate’s erect nipple. Her eyes flutter as you press it into the flesh of her breast, then let it snap back and push it from side to side. Along with your eyes, hers follow to her other breast. The difference in her two breasts is clear to see.
“Yes, you will have to adjust to that,” you say seriously. “I’ll take what I want.” Karen raises her eyebrows, but can’t quite hide her lust anymore.
“I wouldn’t have expected that by now,” she says openly. You giggle, she giggles, but then breaks off as you briefly suck on her breast again.
“It’s not like my girls don’t want that” you muse, rocking her flesh around a bit in your hand. Karen lets you have your way, but watches you closely. “Don’t kid yourself Karen. This is a harem and I have to hold this world together. That’s the one responsibility I can’t hide from and I never will.” The seriousness of your voice makes the girl on your lap focus. The fact that you are playing with her breasts is temporarily lost in the process. “I don’t force any of them to do anything.” You smirk. “Well, sometimes the girls have to put more pressure on me to please them.”
“Not very often,” Maureen says, spreading hes sister’s legs a little wider as she holds onto Maureen with one hand above her head.
“I see,” Karen murmurs and her belly tightens as you pinch her breast briefly. You’ve still only devoted yourself to one side of her twins, but you have a plan. It continues to take shape as you stroke the area where your teeth have left a light red mark.
“What we have is special and incredibly rare. We all benefit from it. My job is to give the girls as much freedom, fun and enjoyment as I can. I can’t neglect anyone, I have to take care of everyone equally and be there for them all. I get far too much of a gift from them to become careless.” At your words, you don’t miss the reaction that shows you that Karen needed just such a man in her life. “And in return, I get what I need in life. Love, responsibility, security, the chance to be strong, brave and determined, submission and care.”
“We’re not all submissive or dominant,” Maureen says. “We are what Finn needs us to be, just as it is the other way around.” Megan can’t contribute much because her wet panties are just being slipped over her legs. She has goosebumps on her legs. “Finn helping us, letting us help him, is what we need, and we owe him for that.”
“It all sounds pretty complicated” confesses the girl on your lap, blinking at your big sister.
“I used to think so, too,” she says. “But it’s actually quite simple. Megan here, his little wild wombat, is his girlfriend, not mine. I sleep with my sister to show you and him that I can fit in, be helpful, and that I can behave.” She winks at you and holds out her hand.
“What…” goes Megan as Maureen squeezes your hand between her thighs. “Oh… God Finn…” Karen watches as one sister helps her brother give the other an orgasm. So far she seems okay with the display of your sexuality. Maureen notices but Megan is no longer in this world. She gets her first little orgasm as your fingers dive into her.
“Okay…” admits Karen as Megan clutches your arm to keep your fingers with her. “Even if it is complicated after all, I admit you make it all look pretty simple.”
“Goh…” stammers Megan, rolling her eyes as Maureen brings her free hands to her own breasts. That reminds you of your plan.
“It’s easy, too,” you agree, waiting patiently until Megan sinks limply against her sister. “They for me and me for them. It’s as simple as that. And if you want it, I’ll do it for you too.”
“Sounds tempting,” your girl murmurs, turning her full attention back to you. Beside you, Maureen lays an exhausted Megan in the sheets and then watches you.
“I can see that” you grin and nod downward in response to her questioning looks. Her other nipple is now just as stiff as the one you worked with your mouth. “So” you continue. “You don’t have to get into this new situation right away.”
“What situation do you mean?” wants Karen teasingly. “That of our relationship or that your sister just had her fun next to us?”
“Both situations,” you grin. Karen is really something special and you enjoy the back and forth with her, the game of power, humor and lust. And you think you’re good at it, as does Karen. But you’re both losing the game to yourselves and your lust, because you can’t take your eyes off her breasts and she can’t take them off your cock.
“I know I’m difficult sometimes” she confesses, “and that sometimes I don’t know what I want myself. But…” Her eyes lift and land on your face. You’ve never seen her smile like that before. There’s something there that you know, but not from Karen Grant. And seeing it now is fantastic. “Sometimes I do know.”
“And that is?” you ask mischievously. As if you didn’t know… Karen presses her breasts together with her arms and looks at you with an expression you can best describe as relaxed. That she can let herself go, even if she doesn’t tell you, means a lot to you. “Sounds good to me,” you say, making Maureen beside you snort. Then you bend over and close your hands around her arches again. A moan of pleasure escapes your newest friend as you cup her breasts and lick over both of her nipples. Karen puts her hand on your head and holds you close. You can picture her, eyes closed and a blissful smile on her lips that occasionally turns into a moan and a gasp. With the other hand she even encloses your body while you feel her skin on your tongue.
“Finn… Finn… Oh…” Then a grunt escapes your throat as your girlfriend presses your head between her smooth breasts. The corners of your mouth are wet with spit and a film of saliva has formed on her soft skin making your job even easier. You smell her perfume, something sweet as your world becomes a little darker and more pleasant. Without moving away from her you push your face over the mounds, making your girl shiver just by the touch of your lips, leaving a white trail with your nose that quickly turns red again as her hot blood flows back into the vessels. Karen digs her fingers into your hair as you reach her nipples again and giggles in surprise as you first kiss them and then gently slide your rows of teeth over her germs. “Ho… that… HOHHH…” As Karen throws her head back and looks up at the ceiling in surprise and lust, you lift your hands, playfully tugging at her panties which make dreamingly wet noises, then let them move up over her hips and chest. You grip her tightly and push her first to the side, then backward while you raise yourself up from under her. You set her down on the bed next to Maureen and now have her entire upper body in view. You feel the pressure inside you to keep going, the pressure in your cock but also the white spots on her skin where your hands have been. Too much pressure and it would be uncomfortable, too little and it would tickle when you move your fingers over her. The fact that you don’t know her limits yet makes things complicated but your tongue is so skilled that the newest member of your harem doesn’t complain as your fingers massage the underside of her bulges. Your girl is so hot by now that you can increase the pressure to give her even more pleasure which finally leads you and her to a first stage goal. It wasn’t planned but you don’t complain as Karen stiffens, whimpers ‘shit’ over and over and has a small but surprising orgasm. You keep licking her and kissing her belly until she’s ridden the waves of her pleasure, then you lift your head and her fingers slide limply out of your hair.
“Just normal,” you wink at her.
“Fuck Finn,” Karen gasps. “You made me cum…. Just with your mouth…” She looks almost horrified, but then catches herself again…. but only a little. It’s good to see you can still rock this girl’s world. “That’s really impressive. I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before.” She looks down at herself and shocked surprise turns to childish shame. “I came all over your bed…” she mumbles, blushing again.
“Never mind,” says Maureen who is sitting next to you and has taken off her panties. Slowly she lets her fingers circle over her clit swollen while she watches you. “This is my side of the bed. I’m lying in your juices tonight.” She winks at her new colleague.
“This is just… the beginning,” you say, trying not to sound like Count Doku as you wipe your face and thumb over the skin of her breast.
“You don’t have to prove yourself,” Karen says almost guiltily. “I know you said you loved me.” She looks like she has a big truth to face. Fascinated and excited, you watch the girl change in front of you. Sometimes you worry that having sex with them might impair their judgment so much that they can’t think straight. That may be the case with Melina, Megan, and certainly Emma, Denise, and Millie, not to mention the McKinleys. But with those girls, you took precautions not to interfere with their free will. With Karen… You trust her and know how strong she is. And yes, it’s good to be able to be the possessive boyfriend who wants nothing more than to stick his penis in something. Or in this case to spoil her perfect breasts. And yes, it’s also damn good to see a determination settle on her face as she realizes what words she’s going to speak. And she enjoys it, “I love you too.” She says it so softly and shyly but also so proudly that the duality in her is well brought out.
“I know.” And now you’re Han Solo again. But you certainly kiss better than the space smuggler and adventurer. More affectionate, anyway. Shit… Karen in Princess Leia costume… Or Slave Leia… My God… Next to you, Maureen also comes to an orgasm, humming your name while you pressing your lips on Karen. Megan apparently sleeps through the whole thing. To the wet sounds of three fingers inside Maureen, the other girl only kisses you more intensely which plants completely different fantasies in your head. However, young Grant stifles these fantasies and replaces them with the reality of a fucking hot girl sticking her tongue down your throat and not letting go. The oxygen in your blood is slowly running out but you are blacking out for other reasons. I kiss Karen Grant! Finally, the dance of your tongues turns into a fight to the death and Karen pulls away from you a second before you do. Breathing heavily, you look into each other’s faces.
“Fuck… Fuck… can you… good… kiss…”
“My… Superpower…” you grin, seeing the lust in her eyes. “You… said that you… didn’t want to sleep with me tonight.” Dude, you sound desperate…
“Who do you think I am?” laughs your girlfriend, giving you a slight sting, but giving you much more love. “For a sex bomb who’s so easy?” But her look also betrays her.
“You are a sex bomb,” you say matter-of-factly, feeling your blood throbbing in your cock and your balls suprisingly heavy. “But if you leave out the sex you’re still left with an incredibly great person,” Not your best line but still just what Karen needed.
“I love you, Finn.” And this time it’s not a statement, it’s more like a confession. An admission of something so big that Karen has been afraid of it until now. Something so obvious that it shouldn’t surprise her yet throws your world out of whack. You want something in return. Something big, powerful, valuable… but you can’t think of anything. You just taste her skin on your slightly aching tongue and your saliva drying in the corners of your mouth. Then Karen squeals in surprise. You’ve flicked against her hard, lustfully erect nipples. The girl looks at you in surprise, but then giggles sweetly.
“No sex today, okay. But by God, I’m going to make you cum you little whore.” Karen laughs happily. It’s a lighthearted, free and horny laugh. For the next half hour you massage her breasts, kiss her, her mouth, caress her skin. You pinch, tickle, squeeze and massage. You use surprising pain as well as wet saliva and tender fingers. Karen tastes and smells fantastic and every now and then you can’t deny yourself the hope to strut with her across the schoolyard and show everyone who fucks this girl senseless. In your delusions of might you wonder if the world would accept a love triangle between you, Emma and Karen. The two girls match on many things. Most of all, they look fantastic with your cock inside of them. Karen comes again, this time a little stronger but not yet strong enough for you as you twirl her nipples and then lick them. You spit into your palms and rub them over the tops of her breasts. Then it happens. Karan has barely recovered, is about to say something and lifts her hand to your face, then, startled, she swoops down into the sheets and clutches there while she pushes her back and stretches her tits out to you. Her thighs press together until they turn white, her mouth opens and her eyes almost roll out of her face. Her whole body becomes stiff as a board.
“Fucking filth!” Karan comes. And how she comes. You hear her come wetly onto your bed her fluids running out from between her thighs onto your sheet, the side Maureen sleeps on. Karen grabs your shoulders and holds you tight, her nails dig into your flesh. She looks as if she wants to tell you something very important but the orgasm robs her of all strength.
“I love you too Karen Grant,” you say and her eyes break. You stroke her breasts one last time, her nipples so stiff they must hurt, then help her as she sinks to the side onto the naked lap of Maureen.
“Thanks… Lover.” Karen can’t look at you but Maureen has her tight with you. “You mean so much to me.” While Karen comes down from her high, Maureen strokes her head reassuringly. You exchange glances with your big sister.
“You really have a hand with women” she confesses and points down. You can also see the sheet darkening between her knees. “I’ll sleep wet tonight” she grins cheekily. You talk to her for a few more minutes and she makes you promise to try your ‘titty magic’ on her. Then Karen gets up swaying and with disheveled hair.
“I’ll be going,” she mumbles and rises, but then sways and falls back on the bed. You ask her if she’s sure but yes, Karen is sure. “I told you, no sex” she laughs tiredly. “And besides, I don’t sleep over at a potential partner’s house on my first date.” The fact that you confessed your love to each other is not so important now.
“Too bad,” you just say, shrugging your shoulders. “Then I’ll just have to fuck my sister today.” Maureen laughs mirthfully but Karen proves her integrity and lets you dress her first, then escort her downstairs to the door. You have no idea if your parents are home yet but you hug your friend and kiss her on the cheek. She seems a little ashamed to have ignored your advances at first but you go through the process several more times ‘I love you’ ‘I love you too’, which pleases you both. Finally, your hand lands resoundingly on her butt. “Hiss off.” Now you sound like Maverick…
Then you watch Karen disappear into the darkness in her little mini-car and smile. You wait until the taillights have disappeared around the next street corner and then sneak back upstairs. Megan is actually asleep already. It’s been a stressful day for her and you’re glad you saved it with her for you. Maureen, on the other hand… Maureen sits on the bed with her legs spread, this time a spot halfway spared from her and your newest girl’s juices. A hand between her thighs widens her hole for you which is wet and invitingly waiting for you.
“I like her” hums your sister. “But no sex for my poor little brother?” Maureen pouts as you grin and close the door behind you. “No way.”
“Quick and quiet,” is all you say as you quickly strip off your clothes and settle down on the bed. You both look to the sleeping Megan.
“Fuck me quickly and quietly. How romantic.” But then your cock, aching with horniness, is already sinking into her hole and your hand presses down firmly on her mouth. It’s good to be you. Everything is perfect.
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