by Writing Shark
Full House
Part I
“Are you sure we’re using enough salt?” Denise Lynchwood stands curiously next to Giselle Auriol and looks past the girl into the large pot of spaghetti.
“I don’t know exactly what Master prefers yet but I think it should be enough” smiles the French girl, speaking with angelic satisfaction. “If not then he will punish us.” Denise giggles and holds her hand over her mouth. Her hair flies as she turns her head to you and looks at you with bright eyes.
“Do you hear that owner? You get to punish me.” She winks at you while you give her one of your tense smiles she likes so much about you.
“Only if we do something wrong” Giselle nods. “Master is just and kind.” Then she shows the affection she already feels for your other girls. “But should we deserve a severe punishment I will offer myself as his sole target.”
“Hey,” Denise hisses flippantly but with a cheeky grin. “I can take a few smacks on the butt myself.” She clasps her hands in front of her lap, hunches her shoulders, angles one of her feet, and swings from side to side. “We both know Finn is just disciplining us to make us better.”
“Master is good to us,” Giselle nods again, then turns to Denise who has forgotten her task. Giselle would never touch the other girls of your harem without permission without first being touched by them herself, so direct wiggle and a facing body is a tough argument to pull yourself together. “But Kitten really needs to make the sauce now. And not too much garlic, right?”
“Yeah yeah,” Denise grumbles, but gets back to the stove. Then she grabs the spices, bends over her own big pot and seasons the sauce extensively. Then she bends over, low over the pod and her shirt slips – completely mean-planned – over her butt and shows the red lace panties with which Millie wanted to surprise you at the lake. The color harmonizes with Denise’s clothes but your kitten has always had a good taste and knows exactly how to tease you. “Dinner’s almost ready owner,” she says and strokes – more out of reflex than to annoy you – her collar which she hasn’t taken off for two days. Then she giggles sheepishly, maybe a little excited when she sees your look and quickly turns back to her task.
You didn’t look at Denise that nastily, rather a bit exhausted perhaps, but that doesn’t quite hit the mark either. The panty flasher has achieved its effect and your cock throbs in your pants. Also her collar and her submissive and yet self-confident behavior make you horny, but also let your love flare up, you enjoy it immensely to see her so happy. Denise has not left the new apartment once in the last two days, has become a house cat. At least she is not so lazy. But you could also forgive the girl who has had so much stress lately.
The thing is that you would like to sleep with Denise, again. Three times in the last two days, you remember. And you want to do it again. Right now! It’s not her panties, her butt sticking out, the velvet skin under the velvet fabric or the scratchy comments, the happy behavior or the amorous looks. Nor is it the joy that your kitten is doing so well. It is not Giselle who deserves your closeness as much as she does, maybe even more, but she is almost solely responsible for the fact that it feels more and more like a “home”. Your knees hurt a bit, but you would ignore that for Giselle and Denise to taste their pussies, or their lips. You sigh and look to your sides.
Millie and Megan are lying – much like the contented cat Denise represents – with their legs spread on their backs beside you. Their toes curl while your fingers dig deep into your sisters and your shoulder muscles begin to ache ever so slightly, but you don’t stop driving your sister into her third, in Megan’s case fifth, orgasm of the day.
That’s the wonderful reason why Denise giggles, your exhausted look, the corners of your mouth raised in satisfaction, your eyelids already weak but your body ready and willing. Megan is at number eleven in your first two days together. Millie at number eight. Denise has seven orgasms to her credit. And you… you have no idea what’s happening to you. Last night – Megan had crawled into bed with you, Millie had sleepily made room for her, and your wombat had pressed her butt into your lap – you decided to take care of your girls your way. With the comment they are like locusts you took the lead and did nothing else today than fingering, licking and fucking Megan, Millie and Denise from one delirium to another. And even if Megan reacted a bit scratchy when you told her you save your orgasms for the evening, your fingers were enough to make up for a small part of the time she wanted to spend in her life without you. So you had spent two wonderful days, you were surrounded by happy, satisfied girls, each beautiful in her own way, and everyone was satisfied.
You couldn’t have done all that without Giselle. The girl is strong in everything but hiding her own desire for you. Or you already know her well enough to notice the brief sideways glances, the head that’s not quite on her task but always so that your girls’ moans, cries, whimpers and prayers are at her ears and the twitching, quivering, jiggling bodies in her field of vision. But that didn’t stop her and while Giselle cleaned the small apartment and prepared food you were able to celebrate the time alone with your girls.
You still feel sorry for your mother, very much so. But Megan is like a changed person, hanging on you like a little child, clinging to you and hanging on your lips. Millie, on the other hand, seems more grown up, moving freely and more confidently in her glorious nudity in the new environment and helping Giselle when you spoil Denise and Megan. Anyway, you almost always have two girls at your side, there is no reason to hold back anymore. Megan also sees it that way and where Denise also helps, your wombat doesn’t leave your side, even goes to the bathroom with you, talks to you while you brush your teeth. Always she is naked, mischievous and has your sperm and saliva on her body. Always her hair is disheveled and her eyes leave your face only when she stares at your cock or your ass.
The girls look at your mating-ready wombat with good-natured glances, and even if it hasn’t occurred to Megan yet that she, too, can contribute her share to life in the apartment, she is forgiven, after all, everyone here knows how much she sacrifices for you.
This will also be the case tonight, you can be sure of that. Right now Megan is trembling at your hand, clinging to the mattress and pressing her head into the sheets, closely followed by Millie who crosses her legs, raises her toes in the air and clutches your pumping arm. As your sisters come, you look at them briefly, estimating when you can stop with each of them to sweeten their orgasms until the end. Millie is still quickly overwhelmed by you and something in you hopes that continues. It keeps your mind sharp and awake to have to be careful not to overstimulate your princess. But of course, that doesn’t apply to Megan who is doing the same as her sister at that moment, clutching your arm as she lets go. Megan wants you inside her, forever it seems.
“Good girl,” you say to Millie as your hand withdraws from her dripping opening. Immediately Megan is there, grabbing your arm and sticking your fingers in her mouth as she tightens her cunt to keep you inside her. “Bad girl,” you scold her, but smile as Megan poutingly relaxes and releases you from her lovingly lustful grasp as well. You lean down to her and press a kiss to her sweaty cheek. Then you stand up.
“What time is it?” you ask Giselle, immediately feeling Megan’s arms around you as she clings to you, pressing her sweaty breasts against your back and soiling your white shirt. You still need to shower anyway, but wait for your third sister.
“Mistress Maureen should be arriving in a few minutes Master,” Giselle says, curtsying. Then you get behind Denise, wrapping your arms around her from behind while Megan does the same. While Giselle drains the noodles, you establish dominance and nibble on your kitten’s ear and neck. Denise moans lustfully while you give her physical closeness.
“Thank you, Giselle,” you tell your slave while your hands caress Denise and play with her collar.
“I stand by your… Very gladly Master.” Her training is also progressing, slowly, laboriously but somehow sweetly, Giselle is only slowly getting used to showing joy in her tasks. Melina has done her best, and Melina is good, but it is you, your presence and your aura that make Giselle blossom. While Megan rests her chin on your shoulder and your one hand caresses Denise’s neck, your other hand wanders to the young French woman and stroke her hairline. Where Denise has dressed provocatively for you, Giselle presents herself in black dungarees and a white blouse, something you think she does on purpose, it comes very close to a maid’s uniform. Not that your dick has anything to object to.
“Denise, help Giselle,” you say kindly and let go of her, but not before giving her a big smack on the cheek.
“Yes, owner.”
“And you come here. Mount up.” Megan giggles and swings her legs around you, clinging to you like she does every morning. While Giselle and Denise prepare your food for the next two days, you tromp around the apartment with your middle sister on your back, naked and sweaty. Your ride ends back where it started, at the mattress where Millie is still lying and calming her breathing. Megan lets herself slide off you without protest of her own accord, her nipples seeming to want to slit your back, and you lower yourself to Millie.
You look at your sisters, happy and tired. Your cock cries out for satisfaction, stretching towards their naked bodies while two more girls are available behind you. You’d love to pounce on them, free Denise and Giselle from their clothes and build a tower of four naked girls that you could heroically climb. You could fuck eight holes, circle the tower and conquer four more. But not now.
As if on cue, you hear the key scratching in the door. No more secret knocks are needed, and Maureen contorts her face in mock irritation.
“Jesus brother, do you have to put your girls on display like that?” Naked Megan flipps her dashingly dressed sister the bird, then the two girls wink at each other as you walk up to Maureen. You kiss her on the mouth. “Who am I tasting?” The older girl wants to know.
“No one!” you assure her, looking to the girls. “I was good today.”
“Of course” whistles Maureen, licks her lips and – after an amused sigh – lets you free her from her costume. Wearing a black skirt and white blouse, she looks around the apartment. Denise smiles at the older girl and gets the same gesture back while you watch your girls interact with each other.
Briefly you consider putting your fingers in Maureen’s mouth, showing her the taste of her sisters, but the temptations of living together never end.
“This looks delicious,” Maureen says, peering into the big pot of pasta. “But aren’t you forgetting something?” You shake your head, step behind her, wrap your arms around her, and press your erection between her thighs, ignoring the two layers of fabric.
“I don’t forget my girlfriends. But I always want my girls to have something in their stomachs.” You bite her neck playfully, Maureen moaning slightly. “Whether we celebrate today or not, Gilselle needs something to eat.” Your hands go to her stomach, stroking the soft, warm fabric of her blouse. “And so do you. You must be hungry after work.” You bite your tongue as it’s Maureen who gives in first and drops the act. She turns in your embrace while your hands remain on her body,
“Hungry for you,” she admits, looking at you eagerly. You think of Millie and Megan and consider taking the third sister as well. Then you pull back and your sister’s white teeth draw fine lines through her full, made-up lips as she looks at your body.
“I could eat you out I guess,” you say deliberately, and your sister takes a step toward you. And you take a step back.
“But my cock is reserved for Claire and Susan today and those two would slaughter me if I didn’t have enough energy for a threesome with them.” You turn away from Maureen, playing the man who forgot his massive erection, but showing your tool in full glory from the side. “I’m going to take a shower first.” With that you take off your shirt, throw it on the floor and head for the bathroom.
“I’m coming!” you hear the strained voice of Megan.
“Hell no!” Maureen pulls her high-heeled shoes off her feet and almost jumps over Giselle who is bending over to pick up your shirt. Your older sister beats your wombat to the punch and Megan (feigned) angrily bangs on the bathroom door while Maureen locks herself and you in the small white room.
Part II
You don’t have a bathtub like your parents and the shower stall is just big enough for one person. This saves your life, at least the sexual energy you need for the McKinley sisters, but doesn’t stop Maureen from trying to squeeze into the shower stall with you.
She quickly gives up on the attempt, but you can see that today she’s especially eager not to be your big sister, but your first fuck of the day.
“Take off your clothes” she breathes, as if you don’t have to anyway.
“You first” you grin, rather playfully, and start to pull down your pants. You are just at your socks – you always forget to take them off first, but you know that there is nothing more unmanly than a naked man in socks – Maureen is already naked except for the chaste black panties. Her breasts wiggle playfully under her body as she pulls down the panties, then she stands naked in front of you. Made up and with only slightly disheveled hair, she makes a half-groomed, half-ungroomed appearance but you look at her wild eyes greedily scanning your body, but also see the large bra on the floor next to the large panties. You know what that means.
The water runs over your energetic body. It’s a strange feeling, you associate showering with righteous exhaustion, not with joyful anticipation of things to come. Especially since it’s two partners sharing the bathroom, something that’s back to normal for you. Still, you have to grin for two reasons.
The first reason is the girlish behavior Maureen displays. Shaky, jittery and hasty, a fleeting, distracted grin on her lips, all about hiding her excitement and desire for you with the casual way she leans on the sink. She’s completely naked, the white porcelain of the sink pressing in on her soft, shapely porcelain bottom, the white of her bloodless skin barely distinguishable from the white of her otherwise perfect skin. Her fingers are also bloodless white and cramped, her shoulders are tense and her neck stretches in a successful attempt to not let you out of her sight.
The second reason is the strange situation of having so many choices and yet having to do without. Not only for you, but Maureen doesn’t seem to understand why she is standing here in front of you in all her glorious glory, and yet you are showering alone.
You see her look and for a moment you feel like a Russian pilot over the embattled Ukraine. Everything in your life tells you that you are superior. Better trained, better prepared for the situation, and anyone you ask would immediately admit that you have what it takes to make it. But the look Maureen gives you makes you doubt. Only briefly do you see the animalistic desire to press herself into the shower stall despite your objections and take you, fuck all the energy out of your body and show you, her, and the world that her little brother is hers.
Then a surprisingly strong resignation settles over her face, which in turn is almost immediately painted over by a childish pout that almost makes you feel good. Maureen knows that you decide when, where and how to have sex with her, but still – and that’s why you have to control your hand not to open the thin cabin door and let the wild animal Maureen in – it feels good to see how much you are missed.
It all plays out in her face for just two or three seconds, and also you’re already trained enough to let your urges squeeze your face between your big sister’s impressive breasts, as well as your cock between her inviting thighs, but still you exchange an almost apologetic grin afterwards.
“Go ahead” Maureen says before you can apologize. At first you don’t understand but then her hands wander down her naked body and as she pulls her labia apart with one hand, two fingers of the other hand play around her pleasure button like they’re having a death race around the little bump. Maureen has never been the patient type and again you notice with a smile how quickly it takes her to come to a redemptive orgasm.
“What’s the hurry?” you ask, but feel the spray of water from the shower move over your body as you get ready for the McKinley sisters.
“Don’t be so mean to your sister,” the girl grumbles, licking her lips with her tongue. Her head jerks a little at the attempt to keep her eyes on you and the tips of her toes press against gravity and the good feeling inside her. “You know damn well I can’t take it for long.” No time for games, you realize. But at the sight that presents itself to you, even you can hardly pull yourself together. Then just give her what she wants, you idiot! It’s not like you want that either.
“I know. And I feel the same way.” You turn back to her and let the water flow over your body. “If we were a normal couple I would drag you into the shower and…”
“But we’re not a normal couple,” Maureen interrupts you with her lips pressed together. You see the telltale twitch in her shoulders that suggests she’s not holding back her lust. “We’re in your world little brother.” Something in her voice makes you hesitate. You’re good at understanding girls, even better now than before your adventure at the lake. You know it’s not sadness you hear in her voice. Nor has she been angry for a long time, if only at herself. In fact, you don’t know the feeling, can’t describe it, but see it in Maureen, on her face, in her body language. You just stay silent and wait for your big sister to help you once again and can only hope that she won’t take it badly that you rely on her once again when you are the reason for your situation. But Maureen does not disappoint you, of course. Those times are over. “We’re living in your harem thing, your fantasy, and here I am having to finger myself like a lonely virgin in front of the man of my dreams because he’s… what, actually? Who gets your cock today?” In fact, you can’t read her face.
“Susan and Claire,” you just say, revealing your plan to her. “But they don’t know yet.”
“Well, in any case, they’re getting your dick today.” Then suddenly you can read her face again. “Then I can understand that you need your energy.” Her smile gets even wider. “Two sisters at the same time, oh baby brother, what were you thinking?” With a relieved smile you start moving your hands again. The reaction is immediate and it doesn’t matter if it’s your cock inside her or her fingers on her clit. Maureen jerks her hips over the sink with her butt in beautiful ripples, her eyes on your cock from which the cool shower water is dripping. You see something change in her as she now takes two fingers and guides them quickly and demandingly into her hole.
“I have to be there for all of you and…”
“Yes I know.” she interrupts you again. Again you can’t read her. “Don’t get me wrong. I knew what I was getting myself into.” And again she comes toward you. “Just tell me you’d like to sleep with me.” And again, it’s easy for you. Maureen never ceases to surprise you, being the sister you’ve had the least chance to get to know in all your time together.
“So that’s what you’re all about,” you grin. “Thanks.”
“Thanks for what?” she asks, slightly annoyed. Can it be that she doesn’t understand how much she’s helping me? You shake your head in disbelief. “What?” But you don’t need words just turn away from your sister and as you grab the shampoo you feel her uncomprehending and almost angry looks at your back.
“I have to concentrate on the sisters,” you say in a firm voice while you raise your arms and offer Maureen an unrestricted view of your ass. You hear her annoyed and needy moan. “And I thank you for sitting there and fingering your perfect fuckable body for me.” Maureen makes a suppressed grunting sound, something you’ve never heard her do before. “Thank you for helping me, in so many ways. That you help me save my strength. For helping me focus. That you help me not lose sight of my goals.” You close your eyes and spread the shampoo on your head, but you know that Maureen can hear the smile in your voice. “Thank you for looking so hot and sexy. And thank you for not trapping me into asking why I don’t fuck you. I wouldn’t know the answer to that. Right now you’re just incredibly precious to me and…”
“Ahhhhaaa…”
“You’re a big sister to me and when I fuck Susan and Claire later I can be so grateful to you, grateful for the sacrifices you make and…”
“Tell me I’m a good sister to you…”
So that’s what she’s into, you realize with a satisfied smile. Your big sister fingers herself to the sight of her showering brother and all she wants to know is that you’re grateful. You know exactly how to make her happy, but you still put a piece of candy on the cake you present to her.
You have to suppress a loud laugh as you hear the cute squeal that comes from her throat as you turn around again. Your cock stands stiff and firm in the fresh air of the cabin and you offer Maureen a good sight in the minutes it takes the steam to fog the glass.
“You’re the best big sister to me,” you say, watching the urgency of her fingers double. Her body shakes violently. “I’m so grateful to you. And fuck, I’d love to take you right now. Right here, right now. I’d clasp your tight ass, lift you up while my cock drills into your stomach and messes you up. Then I’d put you on the sink.”
“Oh God…brother…Finn…” Maureen closes her eyes as the wet sounds of her fingers echo trough the room. Then she tears her eyes open again as she realizes she can’t see you anymore. She bobs up and down on her toes, trying to imagine what it’s like to have you inside her, get fucked by you. You help her by keeping her memories of sex with you alive. You see the result in her eyes. You can read her look. Clear and distinct.
“I love you so much, Maureen. And I would love to tell you that over and over again while I fuck you to an orgasm that makes you wobbly for a week.”
“Yes… please…” Now she takes both hands, four fingers, and drives herself towards an orgasm under your words. Her mouth is open and your big, strong sister is weak and dependent on you, even across the distance of space. And she loves it. “I’m so weak for you brother.”
“And you are so strong for me.”
“What are you going to do about Susan and Claire?” Indeed. Maureen always surprises you. She doesn’t want it to be all about her. She wants to be part of the whole ‘harem thing’, a word she has invented to describe a feeling she hadn’t had all her life. Home. You and your drill sergeant both shake your heads in amorous amusement.
“Claire will be like you right now” you smile, lathering your cock and thighs. “She misses me but doesn’t want to get in my way. I control her and she enjoys knowing she can be free under my guidance.”
“Oh… Lord…”
“I think she wants cuddle sex and tenderness. Maybe she doesn’t think she deserves it but she relies on me to show her she can be happy now.” Maureen freezes and her eyes roll, staring at the ceiling while her fingers are very still. Either that was a silent orgasm or she’s still so much in control that….
“Not yet… I will… wait… for you… brother…” you hear her voice as it squeezes from her lungs, down her throat and through her lips. Her sweaty breasts tremble against her body and her feet are cramped as she concentrates on listening to your story to the end. But Maureen is still Maureen. “Hurry up brother. I’m literally melting here for you.” But where you used to react badly to her games, you’re much more confident now, thanks to her.
“So I think I’ll sleep with Claire first. She deserves one… or more orgasms.”
“And Susan? Isn’t she as welleeeep…” What is it with her and my ass? But you don’t ask her that question while you turn around and spread foam on your butt cheeks.
“Susan is certainly a little…oh what am I saying? Susan is totally mad at me for neglecting them for so long.” You turn your head around to the girl who… you look closer. Yes, she has sat down on her hands and is pressing her butt firmly against the porcelain and her fingers. You have to hurry, you don’t want to torture Maureen but reward her. “And that’s right. I shouldn’t keep them waiting, just like you darling. I owe it to all of you to love and fuck you.”
“It…” You barely hear her voice through the humid air of the room. “It’s been difficult times for you. I… they… we should… your girls should be patient.” At this, Maureen herself is unable to think clearly. It’s time to finish your story.
“Thanks honey, that means a lot coming from you.” You half turn, showing her your spear and the profile of your ass. “Finger yourself again. This won’t take long.” You haven’t even half finished the sentence before Maureen is already ramming her fingers into her wet, noisy hole. “Where was I?”
“Finn!” Okay, that’s not true, but… “Hurry up you asshole! Please! Oh God please hurry uhuhup!”
“Susan wants to be punished, she wants the control Claire has too. But she needs control in a different way. And I’m giving it to her. She’ll see me fucking Claire and be even angrier. She’ll see Claire getting what she wants from me and she’ll instinctively try to get it, but not know how. She’ll be petulant and bitchy like you were sister.”
“Finn… Finn…”
“And I might spank her. Or pinch her nipples. Who knows? I guess it’s a good thing that even I don’t know how I’m going to punish Susan… and thereby give her exactly what she needs.”
Maureen is so close to climax. Her whole body is charged, trembling and shaking. She certainly can’t delay her climax one more time and you know you couldn’t resist it either. With or without hand and help, seeing Maureen in this state of sexual charge turns you on tremendously. Seeing her press her glorious breasts together, her beautifull forehead wrinkling and her wet lips parting, her pink tongue coming out and licking over her wet flesh, it’s all a sight for the gods.
And you feel like one, too. There’s no doubt about that. You’re a god among men. But you have one more gift for Maureen, the final truth for her that will finish off her sexuality and her lust and give her a good, righteous, powerful orgasm.
“I need your help with this sister.” Her eyes, so far twisted and unfocused, turn to you with the desperate precision of someone lost (in lust) and saved at the same time. “I don’t know if I can handle them. Give them what they deserve. I need your help with that.”
“What…” For a second she stops her attacks on her pussy, but then continues.
“I want you to help me make Susan and Claire the girls you know are good.”
“Finn… Oymygodohmygodoh…”
“Please sis.” You grab the shower and wash the shampoo off your body. It looks a little like you’re cumming for her. “Please support me with your lust and knowledge. I need you.”
Part III
“Hooooly Shiiit what was that?” Megan has her hands in front of her face to suppress her loud laughter. Then she rushes across the room when she sees her sister’s condition. “Jesus brother, do you have to put your girls on display like that?” Megan grins victoriously at her sister’s quick-witted reply, but Maureen is too dazed to respond.
“What did you do to her?” asks Denise curiously, eyeing you along with your sister.
“I didn’t even touch her,” you grin half apologetically, half pleased. Your big sister hangs limply on your arm, her bare toes shuffling wearily across the hardwood floor as you carry her across the room to your bed.
You suspect that it was not one, but two orgasms that raged through her body almost simultaneously, so devastated Maureen looks to you. You yourself had to grip the shower head tighter at the sight of Maureen twitching and writhing. She had screamed like a banshee, then her voice had failed and she had fallen so heavily on her knees that the neighbors below you must have heard something. But your big sister didn’t care, and nothing in the world could have stopped her hands from digging into her lap with desperate brutality again.
As you hold your sister and feel the attention of everyone in the room on you, however, you don’t remember the screams or the wet splash of her orgasm on the bathroom tiles, nor her red cheeks and labia. It’s her looks that you remember. Maureen was… grateful. That had shaken you, and in your self-imposed cage of delayed pleasure, you had first thought it was the dirty talk or the half-hearted striptease that had caused Maureen to show herself grateful to you. No, it wasn’t.
Maureen is grateful to you for having her in your life, something you can understand but don’t want to support too much. After all, you are thankful to the girl, even more than she is grateful to you, you hope. As her naked breasts jiggle as she drops powerlessly to the bed, then lie flat on her slender body, you simply hope this girl understands how important she is to you.
“Thank you” you say anyway, hoping she understands and can read your face. She can.
“Here you go mistress.” Giselle stands next to you, looking at the sweaty, heavily breathing and satisfied girl with neutral affection, and hands her a glass of water with two ice cubes in it.
“‘hanks,” Maureen mutters, reaching for the glass. After the second try she is able to grab it and you and Giselle reach under her wet back and pull the girl up. As Maureen brings the cold liquid to her perfect lips a new blush enters her face. She quickly looks around the room but sees only smiling faces. “Uh…” You can understand that she doesn’t know how to react, you are kind of glad that the eyes are on Maureen and not on you.
No matter how much you play the harem leader, at heart you’re just Finn Lynchwood, someone who can’t understand what’s happening in his life. But that thought is the only thought of weakness. Susan and Claire will be here any minute, and you’ll have to repeat your feat of just now. Twice. This time for real. Grinning, you realize that the physical aspect no longer worries you. Then Maureen stirs beside you.
“I didn’t touch him,” she says almost apologetically but then manages to bring her cheeky, usual smile to her lips.
“What would have happened if he had touched you?” wants Megan to know just as cheekily.
“The same thing that happened to you,” Maureen counters, snarky and good-natured. “He would have turned my brain off completely. Same as with you. Luckily I have more of them than you do, I’m the big sister after all.” Megan puffes out her cheeks, all your cute little wombat, and crosses her arms in front of her chest.
“We all live under his d… penis.” Millie draws a line under this ‘argument’ in her adorable way and while Megan, Maureen and you look at your little princess in wonder, Denise takes the chance.
“Exactly. And if the plan is to get Claire and Susan on their knees, at the altar of his cock, then we should put something on soggy Maureen now. Susan will explode if we don’t.”
“Soggy?” Maureen looks around in shock, but then has to grin.
“Give me my shirt, you domesticated little beast.” And Denise hands her clothes to her, giggling.
Not a moment too soon. The ringing of your doorbell makes everyone’s heads spin around.
“What are you doing?” asks Denise, who is helping Maureen get dressed. “It’s just two girls coming over for sex. What’s wrong with all of us?”
The laughter dies down only when the two sisters step through the door.
“What are you doing?” asks Susan. As expected, she’s the first to speak and the one who seems sternest. Rightly so, you think, but you hope she’ll give you a chance to straighten it out. The fact that Denise, Millie and Megan start laughing doesn’t help matters. And Maureen smiles too, but notices that she put her shirt on backwards. Susan looks from her to you, to Millie, back to Maureen, then back to you. “Did you sleep with her?” You have to act fast and think even faster.
“It’s nice to have you two here,” you say kindly, putting on the same smile the two at the lake fell for… and hugging Claire first.
The nineteen-year-old girl squeals in shock as your arms close around her, having expected – like almost everyone else – that Susan’s – in your eyes justifiably – indignant behavior would have granted her – as always – the privilege. Neither one nor the other sister expected this move and two things come true simultaneously, as you have expected.
Claire melts into your embrace like good Swiss cheese, filling every gap and sticking to you like she never wants to leave. She’s so small and cute in your arms, and even though she’s actually about the same size as Millie, her help-seeking nature and previous years without you have made her a perfect girlfriend for the Finn you are now, the one you became at the lake.
“Daddy…” You hear softly against your chest as your chin rests on her head. Maybe not girlfriend but something… better? Well, as long as she is happy… She’s using a different shampoo than she did at the lake, she smells like apples. Her hug feels warm and welcome and you immediately feel proud and like a great protector to the girl who doesn’t seem to have thought of being angry with you.
“Hey Little One,” you whisper, loud enough for everyone to hear but quiet enough for Claire to hummingly press herself against you. Briefly you squint at Millie but your princess, your Little One, just beams with joy for you and her friend and nibbles her lower lip. “I missed you” you say, stroking her back, feeling the beginnings of her spine under her light shirt.
“I missefh hou hoo.” murmurs the girl in a dull voice.
“Come here” you grin, grabbing her by the shoulders, gently but firmly, and pulling her in front of you, “Did you do that on purpose?” You look at your daughter/girlfriend, all draped in pink and white. Her white shirt lies long, open but chaste over her tense shoulders, her pink skirt flies over her white leggings and billows around her legs. It looks like Claire changed her mind halfway through her body, from chaste to naughty, or vice versa. You suppress a grin, seeing the expectant look in her eyes. “Up.” She stands on her tiptoes. “Kiss.” Her lips purse and she closes her eyes, humming and trying to smile at the same time.
Her lips taste like strawberry, her skin is dry, soft and warm.
And just like Claire, your kiss is chaste, then brisk, then chaste again. No tongue. Just lip on lip. And again, there are two reasons why the kiss lasts almost a minute. On the one hand, you want to show Susan what behavior is expected from well-behaved girls. And second, it’s just so fantastic to kiss Claire. Where you watched Millie change and help you, freely and willingly, Claire has changed as well. Unlike Millie, she’s still in the beginning stages. Just like Millie, you are directing her behavior toward something better. But unlike Millie, Claire has found a different way to deal with the pain her parents inflicted on her. Where Millie has grown and thrived, Claire has taken the path of using her former weakness to become a strength. And just like Millie, she is using you and the resources you willingly and happily provide.
“Do you like me, Daddy?”
“You look fantastic Little One” you whisper, not having to play your feelings in the slightest.
“What about me?” Off you go.
You don’t let go of Claire as you spin her body around and pull her next to you. She willingly lets you steer her and snuggles into your side, purring like Denise would as you put your arm around her and you feel her hand against your back. Together you face the whirlwind, Hurricane Susan that will once again ravage the East Coast.
Where Claire gave two thoughts, Susan didn’t waste a single one. Wearing a long red sports shirt and black sweatpants with white stripes, she stands there, defiant and with her arms folded in front of her chest. She wants to look grown up. On par with me. Understandable. Kind of cute. But don’t tell her that now if you want to see tomorrow. I can understand her. I wasn’t fair to her and… fuck she looks kinda hot.
Susan notices the looks and the angry young adult turns into a bitchy old teenager. And her arms move down to her sides, in fists though but your heart swells at the sight of Susan trying to seem bitchy and stubborn but only fueling your love for the headstrong, cute little person.
“Of course, you look wonderful too honey.” And it’s the truth, even if you can’t tell Susan that just yet. Her behavior is too sweet, the reason she’s here today too important.
It’s a real challenge not to take Susan here and now, or just to kiss her on her soft lips. But your mission, the survival of yourself as harem master, is more important for now.
Susan lets out a soft moan as you separate from her and her eyes tell you all you need to know. She wants you, as her friend and lover. But there is also the rebellious look in her eyes that she gives you as you turn to her sister. You have reached a point where you can easily see that Susan is not ready to join your harem. Emma has shown you that with her love. And you’re not worried about the fate of the older McKinley sister. Karen has shown you that.
So you turn to Claire in whose loyal gaze and jittery hands you see that after tonight she will be all yours. A beautiful thought, mixed with the already familiar twinge of responsibility that never lessens.
“What…” Susan doesn’t understand and it makes her angry. “Why are you stopping?” Serenely, you step aside and grab Claire by the hand, pulling her into the room with your other girls. Her eyes lock on you, but follow your movements and then eventually land on your girls scattered around the room. They then land on Megan. You smile in satisfaction while your wombat pretends she doesn’t know what the younger girl’s looks mean. “Did you sleep with them?” you hear her sister’s voice behind you. You turn around to Susan.
“I haven’t had sex yet today,” you tell her patiently as if it’s not her business to know. “But I can’t leave my girls unsatisfied either.” You smile at Susan who is blushing, whether from anger or envy or both you can’t tell. “Girls, why don’t you tell these two about today?” That’s just for you, you’re the first to admit it. Millie is the most eager, as always, even as the tip of her nose blushes in a cute way.
“H-he h-had his f-fingers in m-me and… and Megan at t-the s-same… time.” She looks down but smiles happily.
“And I fingered myself while he was in the shower,” Maureen says Smith a slight, devilish smile and a good memory.
“And this morning he licked me,” says Denise. “Twice.” She winks. “But my owner and I don’t count that as sex.”
“I haven’t touched him in two days” Giselle says softly. “But he allowed me to caress myself to an orgasm when I finished the housework yesterday.”
Susan and Claire really are sisters. They both have the same look on their faces and you’re sure they have the same underlying feelings. But then the look on their faces changes. Claire stays the same for the most part, only changing so much that she seems to understand the situation she’s in, what her boyfriend does when she’s not around. Susan’s look becomes somber, almost disappointed. But thanks to Maureen you know how to deal with such emotions. The only thing you need to start is the obligatory response to your admittedly shocking revelation.
“I-It is r-really n-nice of you t-to take c-care of all of your g-girlfriends,” Claire stutters in her lovely voice, instinctively grabbing her pink skirt. Her knees show clearly under the white leggings but your eyes quickly move back to her face, watching the girl lose herself in your face while her sister says something as well.
“Yeah… really nice,” Susan murmurs. Then she doesn’t say anything for a while and looks at her sister leaning against your body, gazing trustingly into your face. You wonder how long it will take Susan to admit her true feelings, even to her sister. “Except we’re coming up empty on this one.” Finally. Good girl.
You suppress a grin, leaning past Claire, who is already breathing faster, to her sister, who is still standing in the doorway, looking sullen, perhaps already wondering if she shouldn’t have done her hair.
“No Susan, you’re not going home empty-handed,” you say and see the gleam in her eye. She wants things for free. I understand her. Sorry girl, you’ll get your reward today. “Girls who work for the harem get their time with me.”
That hit home, you can see it in her eyes. Susan puffs up her cheeks and wants to retort something but your other girls already come to your rescue after that mean line.
“None of us determined whether he would take us or not,” Millie says, her voice surprisingly firm. “Remember what I told you at the lake.”
“Only Maureen made a demand,” Megan winks at her sister.
“And for that, I wasn’t even allowed to touch him” she jumps in. “He decides what we do with him.” The look she gives you is really adorable. There’s a big part of love. There’s a big part of lust. There’s a little bit of worry, maybe even shame. And there’s also a little bit of embarrassment. You turn away from Maureen, back to Claire.
“I’ve been waiting for you two.” Claire just smiles at you in love, then can’t take it anymore and presses herself against you again, catching you with her slim arms.
“So what now?” you hear her sister still trying the snarky way.
“Claire?” The girl lifts her head. You stroke her hair and smile at her. “How do you want it today?” She blushes. How sweet. But no answer comes. You have to help her a little. “I have a new apartment now and I want to christen it with you,” you say softly and kiss her hair.
“I want that too” she whispers back, but doesn’t look at you. You can work with that.
“I want to lick you. And then I want to kiss you. And then I want to fuck you.” The last point makes Claire look at you, almost startled.
“M-make l-lo…” But you shake your head.
“I haven’t seen you in so long” you explain, “I miss you.” Then you wink playfully. “And I haven’t had sex yet today.”
“We’re here to make sure he’s okay Claire,” Millie explains kindly. And Claire nods.
“F…F…” She swallows hard. “Fuck?” You smile and nod. And Claire presses back against you, pressing her face into your chest, and you can see her slender feet as you look past her skirt. “Okay Daddy,” she says, looking back up, unable to resist you, and smiling.
“But not alone” you grin. The girl for whom you are a better father figure than her biological father looks to her sister. Her cheek is soft and warm and her skin is tight under your fingers as you turn her head around.
“Eeep…” It’s so damn sweet as Megan moves into her field of vision. Your middle sister looks to Claire as only a sister can, a touching gesture you think Claire doesn’t really recognize. Her head snaps around to you, then back to Megan, then to Susan. You stop her worried thoughts with a long kiss.
“I’m glad you find Megan… hmm… interesting” you whisper in her ear, stroking her back. Her body begins to tremble as you wrap her tightly in your arms. “And I am honored that you trust my sister so much.”
“But I only love you!” comes out of Claire and her fingers scratch over the fabric of your shirt. “I only love you, Finn! I’m sorry! I love you!”
“Heyhey,” you comfort her, “I know you love me Little One.” Your fingers stroke her cheeks. “But you also know we have a very special relationship, don’t you?” The young girl hesitates a bit, but then nods her head. “That’s why I thank you for making my life, and especially my girls’ lives, easier with your feelings.”
“F-For r-real?” Claire can’t understand. Does she think she would disappoint me?
Then a surprise happens. Before you can open your mouth, you hear noises behind you in the room. Maureen has swung herself up from the bed and comes over to you. You feel one of her hands on your shoulder and know she has placed the other on Claire.
“You’re doing him a great service by having feelings for one of his girls,” she also explains. “Trust me.” A short pause while she looks at Megan. “And who couldn’t fall for this cute little wombat?”
“Oooohhhh…” purrs Megan. “Thanks, honey.”
“So what do you say?” you whisper in Claire’s ear, on one hand touched by Maureen, on the other a little distressed, you have to prove yourself to Susan and Claire. What are you thinking, you moron? Your harem works! The girls are working with you! Shut the fuck up and let it happen you fucker!
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