by Writing Shark
What an incredible smell you discovered
Like an animal in a trap, that’s how you feel as you wander restlessly through your hotel room. Like a wolf that wanders the perimeter of its enclosure again and again in the hope of finding a way out. You have to grin, because what you’re looking for is both inside your ever-shrinking world and out there.
For almost a week you have been holed up here with Giselle Auriol, your faithful slave who makes your life here as relaxed as humanly possible. The beautiful and broken twenty-one-year-old French woman works with a perfected routine and absolutely conscientious devotion to beautify you every waking second of the day. She massages you, cuddles you, gives you warmth with her body. She lets you take care of her, lets you help and support her, is grateful that you accompany her to sleep and are there when she wakes up. She really gives her all to make you feel like the strong, determined man Emma and Karen made you out to be that faithfully night in the hospital.
And, of course, the other girls visit you regularly. Susan and Claire use an upcoming exam to visit you every other day, lying to their parents and saying they’ll come to your house. Denise comes over often, either with Millie or with Megan. And Emma practically lives with you, contributing to the hotel bills and the mounting bills from delivery services. Karen and Rachel have visited you once but Rachel has prevented Karen from mounting her boyfriend like a bitch in heat with a friendly strictness, something you resent the girl who has already ‘complained’ about the jump in sexy times in her friend group.
The other girls are also reluctant to make advances to you, at least somewhat, but Giselle is of course happy to disappear into the bathroom for half an hour or more if Millie, Denise or the McKinleys can’t take it anymore. Especially the two sisters have a hard time with this, you haven’t found a solution for their special situation yet and you fear a similar catastrophe as with Denise, if you do something wrong when you let their parents in.
“Especially since they are both my girlfriends” you mutter.
“Did you say something owner?” comes the voice of Denise through the open crack to the bathroom, from which warm steam is already seeping. You contort your face into a pained grimace.
“I meant we have to save water kitty,” you call into the bathroom. Immediately the shower is turned off and a minute later a naked Denise crawls into the room, looking up at you awkwardly.
“Sorry Master,” she says meekly and sits back on her heels, her hands in her lap her small breasts wet. “I know it’s hard right now… I’m just so happy when I’m with you.” You sigh and pull a clean towel from piles on the bed. The hotel staff thankfully holds back on any comments or sidelong glances at your girls.
“Heel,” you say in a warm voice, and Denise nestles against your leg. You lean down to her and swing the towel over her body. “You’re going to get cold.” Then her giggles escape from under the wildly moving fabric as you dry her body. “There. Better?” Her head and damp, warm, disheveled had sticks out from under the soft fabric and her smile is warmer than the shower water.
“Yes, owner.” You kiss her on her soft lips, then lift her onto the bed.
“Get dressed,” you command, laying her things beside her, “Maureen will be here soon.”
“I don’t mind if she sees you taking care of your kitty,” Denise grins cheekily, reminding you of the girl you like to see in her. “She might even do me.” Determinedly, you snap your fingers in the direction of her peel-off clothes and Denise obeys immediately. But you smile at her.
“I don’t doubt it.” Then you turn to the window of the room and look out into the early morning. The feeling comes back but unlike the wolf in the zoo you know what to do to be free.
You are trapped in here, along with Giselle, because you see no way out of your situation. For one thing, there is the seduction that Giselle offers you, just like the other girls. You live a lazy, complacent life in a hotel, everything is taken care of and the only thing you have to do is eat, sleep and fuck. It’s a good life.
Too good to be true
Denise still needs your help. So does Giselle. The next time Emma runs into Carrie, at least when school starts again. The McKinleys made a promise to their parents that includes you. And then there are your own parents. Megan, Maureen and Millie are silent about you but Megan has told you many times what happens at home.
At some point you have to face your parents. Otherwise you won’t get out of this nice, lazy prison you’ve built for yourself.
And then there are the dangers out there. You want to face them. Some you can defeat, others you’re not so sure about.
There is the simple fact that your harem is already so big that it seems impossible to hide it from the world. All your sisters are part of it, three young women who live with their families and who want to be close to you. Two sisters with strict parents with whom it will also not be possible to be together at the same time. You exhale slowly. Karen and Emma are the least of your worries. Emma is your official girlfriend and you can protect her from Carrie and everyone else, and Karen is perverted enough to let you fuck her in the boys’ bathroom during recess. __
But not at your house, or at least not as often as she would like.
Young Grant is all hot for you now that she’s living a decent life in your harem. As for the others, Denise, you’ll have to find a way for her to be your little pet without your mother slaughtering you. And you don’t want to see Giselle suffer either.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. You look at Denise who is already dressed and sitting on the bed.
“Hey honey,” Maureen says as you open the door and gives you a short but intense kiss on the lips. Then she nods to the side. “Look what I found in the hallway.” Giselle stands beside her, eyes downcast, hands folded in front of her lap.
“Should I come back in Master?” You pull the two girls past you into the room.
“Let me get this straight. You’re fucking your girlfriend and forgoing a threesome?” Maureen grins. “A foursome, if you count me?” You wiggle your head.
“Each of you needs alone time with me too, you know that honey.” You stroke her cheek. With your oldest sister, it’s still hard to let the leader hang out, but you’re getting better at it.
“I know.” Only now do you notice the skimpy black costume Maureen is wearing. Skirt, tights, high-heeled shoes and blazer with white undershirt. “That’s why I’m here today.”
“That’s right,” it escapes you. You really need to pay more attention. Your sense of time is slipping away and it seems like months that you’ve already been in this room with Giselle. “Today is your first day of work.” Maureen grins. You’ve rarely seen her this proud, and she’s earned it.
She doesn’t even deny it herself. Her looks have landed her a job at a posh department store in the neighboring town mall, selling perfumes to old ladies and lost husbands at fantastically high prices.
“Right.” Her grin widens even more and she spins around in front of you, still balancing a bit awkwardly on her high heels. “Can you imagine? Me? In a real job?” Her laugh is infectious and you can’t help but hug her. “Memorize my smell well honey. This will be the last time I smell normal for a long time. Mr. Sinclair said I’d be on the front lines all week.” You snort.
“Old dog. Sure he wants you up front with the customers.” You put your hands on her upper arms and look at your sister/girlfriend’s body. “With your looks, you’d sell even hydrochloric acid at top dollar.” Again Maureen laughs, a sound that touches something deep inside you. You instinctively know what Megan or Millie sound like. But Maureen is still special in this area and you can’t wait until her laugh becomes normal too.
“Don’t tempt me. These shoes are already killing me, and I have to resist the idea of poisoning any old man who pinches my butt.” Your gaze grows more serious.
“Maureen you know I don’t want you treated like this.”
“I know honey.” Her lips leave red streaks on your skin. “But we need the money. You’re feeding two people through here and I’ve never seen the shower unused.” On the bed, Denise winces guiltily while Giselle stands motionless in a corner. Maureen walks over to the bed and pats Denise on the head. “I mean no harm.” She smiles and Denise nods. Then the older girl pats the younger one on the cheek and turns back to you. “It’s nice that you talk like that darling. And… And I need you like this, I really do.” She blushes under her makeup. Even here she doesn’t look provocative, and you’re proud that she has put on makeup like a proper girl. “I like it when you get jealous over me.” You step up to her and put an arm around her slender waist. Her breasts almost squeeze out of her tight costume and the tips of your noses almost touch.
“I could come over and show the old farts and Mr. Sinclair who you belong to.” Maureen giggles…and separates from you.
“That wouldn’t be a good idea. You’d beat the poor guy up and I’d lose the job.” Her words hurt a bit, but are true. “Let a girl be a girl Finn and take good care of me when I’m with you.” Then she hesitates a bit. “But yes, I need you today.”
“With what?” She clicks her tongue.
“You could pick me up from work.” She hands you a card with the address of the department store. All very posh. “I want to show you something.”
“The dressing rooms?” you grin, and Denise and even Giselle watch with interest.
“Asshole,” laughs Maureen. Then she spins around and shows you her butt under the fabric on it. “Just come and pick me up at 6:00. I’ll drive.” On her way out, she puts two more bills on the side table. For the bus, as you know. And you know you can use the money, too.
The hum of the bus rings in your ears and your back hurts from sitting in seats that weren’t made for sitting, or at least not for a man. Public transportation is really down, but you can’t complain, your big sister had to pay your fare as if you were still in kindergarten.
Besides, everything here takes longer than with your car, oh if it saves the environment. At least you can use the time to think than constantly watch out for foolhardy cyclists who obviously have a death wish. With barely concealed grief, you look out the vibrating windows into the city. You see couples and single people, families and old people, civilization. A civilization based on rules. You feel special, surely you are the only one who has so many girlfriends in your harem.
With this thought, the problems come back. You can’t even buy a bus ticket, live in an overpriced hotel and fuck beautiful girls all day. You shake your head. The last point really doesn’t count as a negative, however you would spin it, which you don’t. But the other things, the money, you rack your brains over that.
The school holidays will soon be over and as a spoiled child of the upper middle class you missed the chance to take a job. For the first time in your life you are really dreading the first day of school. It’s not the classes, but the thought of a longer period of time in which you won’t have time to earn money for your increasingly expensive future. What happens when you can’t afford the hotel anymore? Where will Giselle stay? With a contemptuous snort you are already thinking about hiding her like an animal in your tool shed in the garden. No, you couldn’t do that to the fragile girl. Or would your parents turn a blind eye and welcome another girl, the fifth already, into the house? Already it is almost impossible to deny, it is just too unrealistic. No, no one would believe you and the secret would come out.
“Fuck…” you grumble.
“Mommy the man said a bad word!” You spin around. From the bench next to you, a little girl with a hair band on her head points at you. The child is maybe four or five but her indignation at your mistake is written all over her face.
“It’s okay,” her mother murmurs, pulling the girl closer. Then she smiles apologetically at you. You smile back.
“You don’t point the finger at others” you address the girl. The mother doesn’t respond at first, but her daughter does.
“Your thing is more bad!” Again, she points at you. You flinch playfully, grab your heart and lean back with your eyes closed.
“You’ve got me now” you confess, pretending to tip backwards, then forwards, almost falling out of the seat. The little girl laughs and her mother also smiles kindly at you. “Sorry little one,” you say kindly.
“I’m not little!” the girl grumbles at you.
“Oh yeah?” You swing your legs into the aisle and stand up. The girl puts her head on the back of her neck with her hair ribbon falling off her head.
“When I grow up, I’ll be just as tall as you!” You smile, the mother smiles. She’s about the same age as you. Then her daughter moves on her lap and her hair band slips off her head entirely and falls to the floor of the bus. Before the mother can react you are already in action.
“Here you go,” you say, handing the ribbon to the somewhat startled girl.
“Say thank you, Megan.” The girl just looks at you.
“That’s okay,” you wave it off. “My sister’s name is Megan too.” You lean over to the girl. “She’s really dumb sometimes.”
“I’m not dumb!” protests the kid who didn’t understand the situation.
“Let it go, sweetie,” the mother says, pulling the child next to her. Then she looks at you.
“You’re good with kids,” she says. You look at little Megan who is eyeing you curiously.
“I hope so” you just mumble.
“In joyful anticipation?” the woman smiles but you shake your head. “No… Not yet.” You look at the woman. She really is your age.
“How did it come to this?” you ask, pointing to Megan. “I mean… How does it feel?”
“To have kids,” the woman says, tilting her head. “Do you want kids too?”
“My girlfriend definitely does.” You think about Emma, maybe Giselle, too. Children could help both of them, make them whole and complete in their own way. But Megan and Millie, your sisters, with them, you don’t know. “But we haven’t really talked about it yet.”
“It’s stressful, exhausting, expensive, loud, annoying and time-consuming” the woman confesses with a somewhat guilty look. Then she puts her hand on her daughter’s head. “And it stinks. For the first few years, anyway.”
“I don’t stink!” grumbles little Megan.
“Not now,” you laugh, “but you sure used to.” The girl sticks her tongue out at you. Then you turn back to the mother. “I still have so many things to solve.” In your head, you piece together your world, your harem, your many girlfriends into one. “I don’t know yet if I can give my girlfriend the life she deserves. And the money…”
“Yes I know,” the woman says compassionately. “But you can never really prepare for it. My fiancé worries all the time, too, and he works like a maniac.” Guilt stings your stomach but it’s also good to see how open the woman is with you.
“It sure is great to know that you can take certain things in life for granted after a certain point, isn’t it?” The woman shakes her head.
“Ben is not the biological father.”
“Oh.” You consider, then grin cheekily.
“But at least you can talk to strangers on the bus without getting flirted with right away.” The woman laughs.
“To be honest, I thought you were flirting with me. Are you saying you don’t think I’m hot?”
“I’m hot too,” little Megan laughs and rejoins the conversation.
“Not as hot as your mom,” you tell her and Megan seems miffed. “But just as cute.” Now her mother has to laugh, too.
“I think you’re ready for kids,” she says with a friendly smile. You waggle your head doubtfully. “Just don’t call your baby Megan.”
“Yeah, I get that,” you laugh, “If I tell my sister, she’ll punch me in the face.”
“Then let your girlfriend defend you” retorts the mother.
“Pfft. She’s about to get involved.” You hesitate for a second but the mother doesn’t notice. “My girlfriend and my sister are very close. I don’t know if my sister wants kids. What if the child destroys the friendship, and my relationship with her?” You’re not talking about Megan directly, there’s nothing that could break you up. “I just know that kids are special and not everyone can or wants to have them.”
“So if you ask me it’s a good thing to have another woman helping in the parenting. Ben and I often take Megan to her aunt’s when we both have to work. It’s not ideal, but it’s good for a child to have someone to rely on when the parents are busy.
For a long time you say nothing, look down and think. Megan the offspring plays with her headband while her mother watches you.
“That sounds good,” you finally say. “And you really think her aunt won’t have a problem with it?”
“No. My sister never wanted kids. She never felt ready for them. She’s four years older than me and has always had trouble with men. But when Megan is with her she is always happy.” The mother leans down to the child and kisses her on the hair. “Even though Auntie always gives you too much candy.” Little Megan laughs brightly. Then you are all slightly pushed forward from the braking of the bus. The mother looks up. “I’m afraid we have to get off in a minute” she says, sounding really apologetic. “Listen. If you’re not sure then you shouldn’t rush it. But having kids is what most people want and even though there’s a lot of negative about it, in the end you’ll be happy. Right Megan?” But Megan has lost sight of the conversation and just laughs like carefree kids do.
“I understand,” you say as the bus comes to a stop. “Thanks for talking to me.”
“You’re welcome,” says the Mother, and you help her out of her seat and into the aisle. “Say ‘goodbye’ Megan.”
“Bye,” the small child waves, then is pulled outside by her mother. You wave at them both some more, then you’re alone again.
“Shit,” you mutter, looking out the window again. Surprised, you realize that your worries have disappeared and the laughter of little Megan still echoes in your ears. “Is it really that easy?”
You’re not an idiot and you don’t let yourself be blinded by the beautiful situation. Having a child doesn’t free you from all worries, the mother showed you that. But you also realize how ecstatic you were to have a child.
No. Being pregnant is not the solution, not the solution to impregnating a woman.
“But it’s also something normal. Something…” You grin. “Something that comes with life.”
And you have an advantage that other men don’t have. Your girls won’t leave you and….
“Hmm…” Is that true? With Emma, Megan, Millie, and certainly Maureen, you know it. And Emma deserves a child from you, if only because she wants it and you owe it to her. But the others…
“And what about me? Do I want a child?” The question warms your heart but you don’t force yourself to answer it right away, no matter how beautiful this moment was, you know that your life is different from all the others in this bus, in this city. You are not alone with the girl who wants you to have children, even if you can answer this question for yourself. No, it concerns all of you. And the question of whether your girlfriends will be faithful to you… “Shit, we haven’t even been together a year and I don’t even know what they want for their anniversary.”
There are definitely still many questions to be answered, many conversations to be had, many hurdles to be overcome.
And yet… you can’t help but smile as you think of the mother and daughter and imagine that one of your girls… or several… will someday also have those conversations with other people on other buses…
Assuming you then have enough money to even pay your girl a bus ticket.
The mother was right. The thoughts haven’t gone away. But they’re not quite so dark anymore either, and so you swing out of the bus with a strangely satisfied grin that you can’t quite explain to yourself.
A short time later you get another reason to smile as you arrive at the workplace of Maureen twenty minutes before her deadline, a small both in the middle of the aisle of the large mall. Apparently the business is doing well, owing to the fact that it has spread itself throughout the mall in order to reach even more customers. But the sign of thriving capitalism doesn’t make you smile, nor do the two incredibly pretty girls who are demonstrating the products to a more or less interested clientele. It is the third girl, your girl, who makes you smile.
And Maureen also smiles when she sees you. Only very briefly when she sees you, then she turns back to the old lady who stretches out her wrinkled arm to her and is not deterred by the youthful beauty in front of her. Finally, the lady says goodbye to Maureen, whom you yourself have rarely seen so polite. Then your big sister looks at you reproachfully, but can’t keep up the facade and smiles happily for a moment, until she catches herself again and plays sternly.
“I told you not to be early,” she admonishes you in a lowered voice, looking around the store as if embarrassed.
“The buses didn’t go any other way” you defend yourself, “and I wanted to see you.” This has an effect as you proudly see and Maureen melts for a moment. From behind you, you hear the voice of another saleswoman who is in the middle of a customer conversation and is making it clear to her colleague in a feminine way that she has to be, too.
“Come here” grunts your sister in her inimitable way and tugs at your arm as if you wanted to try a perfume. Her fingers glide over the skin on your forearm and you look deep into her eyes as she sprays your skin with cold, smelly liquid. Then your eyes meet and it’s Maureen who looks like a jittery schoolgirl. “Moron,” she says, proving that the cold front she put on before can’t hurt you anymore. Then she lapses into a semi-routine sales pitch that you listen to with fascination.
“I like your voice,” you say softly as she finishes. Maureen blinks.
“Shit what…” she bites her lips. “What’s wrong with you?” she then wants to know, giggling.
“The bus ride was… interesting” you confess. Maureen rolls her eyes.
“Like, another addition to our group?” But she’s not serious, and you tilt your head teasingly.
“Not quite. Maybe in a few months.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, nothing.” You’ve always found the way Maureen blinks and frowns slightly when she doesn’t understand something cute, but you haven’t dared tell her until now. “You’re really sexy,” you whisper.
“Fuck you” your older sister replies, looking down, grinning wildly as she rolls down your sleeve. “Like this, ready.” You lift your arm and sniff.
“That smells good. How much?” Your sister gives you a stern look.
“Too much. You can’t afford it.” She’s still smiling, then her eyes grow wide as you, in turn, grab her arm and pull her close.
“I could pay elsewhere. Are there any dressing rooms around here?” Your amorous, teasing smile almost turns into a loud laugh as you see how red your sister blushes. You let go of her arm and she takes a step back.
“No,” she says softly, putting the bottle of perfume back. “I need this job.” That brings you back down to earth. You’re not in Seaview anymore. “Wait there on the bench until I’m done” she then says sternly and you just nod. But then she lifts your hand and kisses you quickly on the palm before literally pushing you away from her booth and moving on to the next customers.
Patiently and well-behaved, you wait obediently for your big sister while sitting on the bench and not talking to strangers. The thought is sweet and you miss the time when Maureen was looking after you, something she always hated because you distracted her from her friends. Now she doesn’t have those friends anymore but you and she is infinitely happier. So you are only a little ashamed that you really don’t have enough money to buy the overpriced perfume and that your sister is right with her words.
A short time later you see her gliding through the crowds of customers, sexy and elegant in her black costume, and this time she doesn’t hide her joy to see you.
“Hey honey” she greets you and presses her lips to your face. Then her hand slams down on your butt. “Never put on a show like that again. Mr. Sinclair saw you and asked why you didn’t bought anything.”
“What did you answer?” you want to know while Maureen takes the lead and pulls you through the mall.
“The truth. That you’re a little stalker, kind of cute but way too helpless and that it’s best to give you some attention so you’ll leave quickly.”
“Shit Maureen,” you gasp, “that hurts…” Your girlfriend looks at you apologetically, but doesn’t slow her business-like pace.
“I’m sorry honey,” she says and you believe her. “Listen, when we are alone or with our girlfriends then you are the leader, there is no doubt about it.” She squeezes your hand a little tighter. “I like it when my little brother fucks me straight, I really do. And I would never defy you in front of our girlfriends. But I have to take this job seriously, and Mr. Sinclair likes the fact that I seem to like older ones.” She looks at you. “What is it?”
“You called them ‘our girlfriends.’ Ours.” Maureen stops.
“Did I?”
“Twice.” Your girl blinks, then shakes her head.
“Karen is factual smoking hot. And Megan… my little sister, is good at licking. Oh shit, it doesn’t matter.” Then she pulls you along, with you having no idea where it’s actually going. “I know you’re the leader and… and you do me good. It’s good for me that you’re leading me, really. But…”
“It’s okay honey,” you say to the back of her head and outstretched arm. “I just think it’s hot when you act like a businesswoman. I’m into that type. So does Mr. Sinclair.” Again, Maureen stops.
“You really always know what to say, don’t you?” She looks in love, which surprises you. “I was worried you wouldn’t like it when I lead. Well, it’s well known that I’m not good at it.”
“No problem. You’re smart, Maureen. You know when to lead and when not to.”
“Hmm. Thanks.” Then she grins cheekily. “And besides, you get to fuck me in that ridiculous costume, not Mr. Sinclair.”
What’s with her and this dude?
“Even if you like older ones?”
“That was a lie” your girl grins cheekily. “I was a little whore, remember. Now I just fancy your young throbbing meaty-mighty-mooty cock.”
“Shit Maureen,” you laugh out loud.
“And the rest of you, my sweet little well-hung brother.” This is really too much for you.
“Come on. Just in the toilets for a minute. Like Vietnam. In and out in twenty minutes.” Maureen doesn’t understand.
“I’m not Emma you dork,” she grins, “I have no idea what you’re babbling about. And no.”
“Why not?” you pout, wondering if a tantrum would be enough to change her mind.
But I wa-hant to fu-huck with you-hu-hu!
“Because I’m hungry.” And finally you see where Maureen has pulled you. “And because we have another appointment later.”
You can’t ask what she means by that anymore, then she’s already pulled you into the line at a sandwich store and all she talks about is food.
“Thanks for having me” you mumble from behind your sandwich that tastes fantastic. You’ve already got it thick with meat while Maureen has hers garnished only with vegetables and a bit of vinegar. Sex with a dozen girls keeps you ripped while your girls have to worry about their weight. Again something unfair but Maureen wipes your thoughts aside with a wave of her hand.
“Shut up. It’s obvious” she grins “Especially now that you don’t get an allowance anymore.” That’s not quite true, but it’s close enough to the truth. “You really need to get back home soon. Mom and dad are worried.”
“I know,” you groan, “But Giselle.” Maureen nods.
“She seems nice. But fuck is the poor thing broken.”
“I know” you moan again. “Maureen I’m not going to send her away.” Her reaction surprises you, but then again it doesn’t.
“Of course you won’t. She needs you. Just like the others. Like the rest of us.” The question of what you should do now hangs unasked but present in the room like a heavy, cold fog. Because you have no idea. “You need money,” Maureen finally says. “And an apartment.”
“And I need money for that. Fuck.”
“Yes. Fuck. You said it.” Your girl bites into her sandwich. Then she changes the subject. “Megan had a fight with mom. Don’t worry, it wasn’t a big fight. Millie is fine and so is Denise. But also your family is questioning what you are doing with your life and why your little cat lives with them when you are out of the house. Dad even pulled me aside and questioned me. I didn’t tell him anything. I think he’s about to take you out of the hotel by force.”
“If he does that, what will happen to Giselle?”
“You’re both over eighteen. Dad can’t harm you.”
“I don’t want to hurt him unnecessarily, though. I’m his only son.” And with that, the conversation stalls again.
“Who’s more important to you Finn?” then Maureen asks, voicing the question that’s been torturing you since you moved out to the hotel. “Your family or your harem?” Her words are calmly spoken, softly and clearly. Maureen doesn’t faff around, she finally gets to the point. You look her in the eye.
“Every one of my sisters, you, Millie and Megan, Denise, Susan, Claire, Karen and Emma and Giselle…” you take a deep breath. “Every single one of you is more important to me than all the rest of my family.” And Maureen looks at you with pity. She sees how much pain that statement causes you. “The night we had sex, I chose you. That’s exactly how I’ve chosen every other girl by my side.”
“You would cause your stepmother pain when it comes to us? And your own father?”
“Yes,” you immediately say firmly. “It would hurt me, but you are my life now. All of you.” Maureen bites into her sandwich and wipes her mouth, chewing. Then she swallows.
“Then I have a plan. But you’re not going to like it.”
The car door slams behind you and you know almost immediately what Maureen is up to. Still, you say nothing. You’re silent in the rickety old elevator, too, and you’re silent in the hallway on the top floor of the old high-rise on the edge of town.
Maureen unlocks the door and leads you into the apartment. It’s actually just a large room with two doors apart from the front door. One at the end of the room, one right next to you. Maureen leads you past this one into the middle of the empty room. Your footsteps echo on the worn parquet floor and a bare lamp casts dirty white light into the room. Then you look each other in the eye.
“Four hundred dollars a month apart from heating and electricity” the girl just says, suddenly looking a bit shy. “I… I started looking the same day you introduced me to Giselle. I, well, I knew you wouldn’t let her go and mom and dad…”
“You did this alone?” you ask. There is a finality in your voices that makes the situation real.
“I honestly don’t know how Millie and Megan would react to that. I mean, look around, that’s all I can afford and…”
“You?” you ask, brushing aside for now the pressing question about your other sisters. Now Maureen really does look almost scared.
“Please don’t get mad, okay? You’re the boss, I told you that.” You tilt your head.
“I trust you,” you speak the simple truth. Maureen hesitates only long enough to see the love in your eyes.
“Dad would put up the first two rents. He already knows, Megan, Millie and mom not yet. And… And Mr. Sinclair the next four… and the setup money…” Your eyes go big.
“Maureen… shit…”
“For… a date.”
“Oh my God…”
“No wait” she interrupts you in an urgent voice. “You need a place to live Finn. You can’t do it any other way. Millie is lonely without you. The few hours a day aren’t enough for her. And the hotel is too expensive, dad didn’t go for that. And Mr. Sinclair would pay even more if I… But I said no. It’s just a date. And you know Emma would do anything for you, and I saw her social media profile of Karen. There are worse ways to make money than what I’m about to do, you know that. And we both don’t want to do to Karen and Emma what I’ve done in my life for free.” She nibbles her lower lip, looking at you out of moist eyes. She’s sure of it, even if she’s unsure. You’ve seen this duality in her enough times already and made it your business that it doesn’t have to be necessary with you.
“I can go to work myself, Maureen. You don’t have to…”
“Yes, I don’t have to. I want to, Finn.”
“Date an old guy?”
“Build a future where I can be with you!” She almoust shouts, but isn’t there yet. Still her lovely voice echoes trough the empty room. “With you and Emma and Karen and the other girls you already have and will do that. And yes, you can work for yourself. But you also know that’s a sacrifice you can’t make. Finn, you have nine girlfriends. Eight hours of sleep a day, eight hours of work and eight hours to do everything else. Normal relationships break down because of that split. You can’t even give us all an hour of your time if you think you can take care of your girls by yourself.” Maureen talks faster and faster and while she lists her points with ice-cold objectivity and a warm, vulnerable voice, she takes your hands and caresses your fingers. “I can’t do this alone and dad won’t always help you. Finn, it’s time for you to take your girls further than where we are now, do you understand? We’re not at the lake anymore. We’re in real life, and you have a harem. And I can help. I’ve had sex with a lot of jerks and Josh and other losers.” She laughs spitefully. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes and next year I want a birthday hell week with just you and your girls and we’re all happy.”
“Maureen…” Then she kisses you. She pulls close to you and tastes your lips on hers while the smell of perfume hangs in the empty, bare room. Her Hands press against your ears in an almost desperate try to hold you against her.
“I can make a difference Finn. I’m young and pretty. Mr. Sinclair likes that. And you like that. I can make a difference with that, you know? I’m not just the bad sister anymore, the black sheep, your girl who took too long to understand that sex with other girls is part of it, you know? One dinner and I can get you and your other cute little things a place, a place where we can be together. A place where you can be there for us. Millie could kiss you here all the time. And Megan would never have to put clothes on here the little whore.” You breathe painfully cold air into your lungs.. and stifle a laugh. The duality in living and loving with Maureen Lynchwood. “And I could come to you after work, to a real home, and be happy.”
Silence falls again as Maureen snuggles against you, resting her cheek on your shoulder. You stroke her back and head, feeling her warmth and closeness against you.
“You said you couldn’t lift this alone?”
“Yes,” Maureen hums into your chest, a little disappointed, and pouts. “We’d need more money if we were going to make it comfortable for you. I’m not good at math, but maybe Emma can help.”
“Do the other girls know about this?”
“No.” You feel her cheek against your shoulder as she shakes her head. “Do you really think I’d be that brave? Emma would prostitute herself for you in a heartbeat, and Karen… I don’t think you’d want her selling her body on the Internet.
“But you can?” Her giggle seems almost happy.
“I’m allowed to. Because I’m the older one. And because I just get to call the shots, okay?” You hug your girlfriend tightly. No matter what Maureen says, at the moment she just wants to be near you and feel you, know that you are there and know that you are not angry. And you convey that to her. You feel her relax in your arms and you don’t worry about putting anything in her head. “But otherwise you decide…” her voice comes up to you and you have to smile as she confirms your thoughts.
“Maureen,” you say softly and push her away from you so that you can look at each other. Her face is a little red and you see an insecure and lovestruck girl in front of you, your big sister who seems so fragile in your arms and yet so strong. It is her job to protect you, you understand. You have always wished it, even though it will always be you who will rule over her, make her happy. It’s a duality you both have agreed to. Strong sister, weak brother, weak girlfriend, strong harem leader. And judging from the way she looks at you, the same thoughts are going through her head.
“I’ve really thought this through,” she says softly but firmly. “In the end it’s your decision, I know that.” She glances to the side briefly, snorting in disbelief at her own words, then finds her center and smiles in satisfaction. “We don’t have a normal relationship. You call the shots and I follow.” A quick kiss on the cheek, making clear that even is she sometimes says otherwise, the bottom line will always be you. “But I also have a mind of my own, and now I can use it profitably for the first time.” Another kiss, a little more urgent. “That’s what you taught me. And for the first time I can support my brother-boyfriend with the benefits I’ve been giving away for free for so long” A third kiss, and this time you return the fleeting intimate gesture. Maureen is just good. “That’s what a big sister does. She supports her silly little brother who thinks he can build a harem.” She giggles, resting her forehead against you and her knee against your leg. “And a girlfriend supports her…um…master? I’ll have to ask Emma about that.” She giggles. “A girlfriend supports her boyfriend in this because she sees him succeeding and she does everything she can to make him happy.”
Your lips meet and no matter what, kissing Maureen still feels just as super and forbidden as ever, just as heavenly depraved as fantasizing about her when you lay in your bed that night after a long evening of deprivation for you and Megan. Maureen steps back from you.
“So are we going to talk about Mr. Sinclair…” She smiles, uses his name but doesn’t feel anything but you on her body, in her mind and soul. “Or do you want me to show you where I thought the bed might go?”
The parquet floor is a little hard and the naked lamp on the ceiling blinds you but as Maureen moves her body over you and the light shimmers through her long hair, growing wilder with time, you don’t feel much except your sister-girlfriend on top of you. Her hands are talented and she lifts her lower body as she unbuttons your belt and pants. The corners of her mouth twitch with desire and her eyes sparkle as they focus on your crotch. Then you feel her fingers against your skin and her weight shifts as she slides back and removes your pants. You keep your shirt on, the apartment is unheated and a bit cold.
“Let’s get you warm” Maureen whispers and pushes your pants aside. Then she slides back onto your lap and rubs herself against you, giggling as the blood whips into your cock and she slips her black blazer over her shoulders. “Give me a hand, please.” It feels good to see her relying on you and as her body swings first to one side, then the other as she kicks off her hideously uncomfortable shoes you unbutton her blouse.
Your hands settle on her warm belly and press a bit into her skin. Maureen flinches slightly as your cold fingers touch her but she giggles happily and leans forward to offer you more freedom. Your hands first move under her blouse to the side of her body and feel her hips, then they move up to her ribs, forward again and settle over her heart between her breasts, swinging longingly towards you. Your fingers travel along her chest and finally you feel the soft tissue of her full breasts under your hands.
“Feel free to twirl them a bit,” your girl says helpfully. “I like that.” Then she closes her eyes while your fingers wrap around her still soft nipples and gently twist them. Maureen, the wild, unruly sister lets you pleasure her in a tender and loving way and you are so proud of her. Your thumbs brush over her nipples, pressing them lightly into her flesh and moving them back and forth while your hands support the rest of her mounds. “You’re good at this” she giggles, looking into your eyes. You’re in no hurry like Megan and you always are. Maureen had enough sex already and you both enjoy this intimate, slow way of being together, too.
“I’ve had practice with Karen” you mean, don’t leaving her magnificent tits out of sight. Maureen draws in her breath in mock indignation.
“Not very smart to talk about other girls now, is it?”
“I could hook you up with her,” you say somewhat absentmindedly. “I bet your four tits are incredible together.”
“We could give you a double titjob” Maureen speculates. “Would you let me have her too?”
She actually asks you. My god. My sister asks me to have a threesome with my girlfriend!
“I guess so,” you growl, “as long as I can watch.” Maureen giggles, but this time her voice is a little occupied by lust.
“I plan on you being my last boyfriend Finn” she confesses.
“I know,” you simply say as you lose yourself in the hypnotic movements of her breasts. “You’re mine.” Your sister rolls her eyes and kisses you, but then comes back up to let you continue playing with her breasts.
“So we have plenty of time to get comfortable with each other, too. You could also give me and Karen some time alone.” That makes you look at the girl.
Oh maaaan….
“I’m looking forward to the time when sex and making love to you is part of my everyday life, Maureen. When we’re brother and sister like we’ve always been and it’s normal for us to be together.” You grin. “But that time isn’t yet.” Then the girl above you inhales as you flick against her already hardening nipples. “For now am I crazy about your body, your tits, your mouth, your eyes. And your cunt.” Together you look down to where the fabric of her tight skirt rests on your body, your cock pushing it up slightly and smearing wet patches of precum on it. Maureen giggles happily. “And for now will I miss for the world how you and Karen 69ing in front of me.”
“For now? What’s that supposed to mean?” Her voice is meant to sound snarky, but all you hear from her is love and lust. And that’s what spurs you on. You’re just getting started with this girl, and even though you’ve seen more naked bodies in the last few weeks than some boys have in a lifetime, you’re crazy about Maureen, and the thought of seeing your sister in a lesbian threesome with the hottest girl in school makes your blood boil.
“You’re looking forward to that time too, I know you are.” Maureen smiles.
“The time when we know our bodies and know what we want?”
“And when we know we’ll never be apart again.”
“A beautiful thought.” Now you have to grin and move under her, letting her feel your arousal.
“A nice thought for another time. Now I want your body.” And your older sister considers that a very good idea.
“Okay,” she says like a giggly girl.
Maureen sits on top of you, her legs spread on either side of your body, her knees beside your hips on the hard floor. The harsh white light doesn’t really make her shine and you have to be very quiet as your voices echo in the empty room but your girl looks like a fucking angel while her inner muscles and slimy walls massage your cock, sliding it into her wet hole. You hold hands, familiar with each other and enjoying each other’s presence but Maureen also puts a pleasant pressure on you, moving her hips forward a little with each pull to feel you in every nook and cranny inside her. You move inside her and feel her grip around your hands tighten each time you extend and stretch her opening and touch beautiful points inside her.
Her breathing is fast and shallow and she doesn’t take her eyes off you for a second, and as you lose yourself in the depths of her eyes you feel the small changes that you yourself conjure up in her body through your work. Maureen blinks more and licks her dry lips which are opened a bit due to her rapid breathing. She is sweating slightly and the harsh light above you makes the edges of her body shine silvery but you are only peripherally aware of all this. Maureen is warm and soft and she is yours and you are having sex with her.
The thought of being able to do this for the rest of your life puts tension on you and you lift yourself slightly towards her as she lowers herself onto you. Her frightened expression as you press deep into her, her relieved laugh as you graze her G-spot and your thumbs stroking the backs of her hands make her seem unashamedly fragile and pure while the black band her rolled-up skirt forms over her belly button acts like a dark halo over her white skin, making her seem depraved and experienced.
“Hold up your skirt” you murmur as Maureen whirls her head around to fling a strand of her hair out of her face. Then she releases your hands and moves them down while your arms reach back to her breasts and caress them briefly while supporting her in her movements. Maureen draws small welts across her red, lightly smeared lips with her white teeth as her fingers wrap around the black ribbon and pull the fabric up slowly, teasingly. “You need to shave,” you grunt.
“Asshole” she giggles and punishes you by gyrating her naked hips, a plan which backfires when she feels you stretching her inner walls. Your cock widens her opening and her wet labia nestle around your piston as if made by God while her arms bend and pull her skirt almost to her breasts. Your cock inside her doesn’t help her move deftly and you enjoy the clumsy gestures of a girl heading for an orgasm.
It doesn’t take long for Maureen to stop following your instruction and it warms you from the inside to see that she lacks the godly strength of Megan to ride you to the sweet end and submit her body to you completely. Your older sister eventually drops the black fabric again which rests lightly on your skin as she presses down on you and moans loudly for the first time.
“Finn please hold me” she whimpers as her movements speed up. You reach your hands out to her and she traps you between her fingers as you survey the miracle that takes place on the face of every girl you sleep with. The slightly painfully distorted face, the flickering eyes, the building pressure that mixes with the energy inside you.
You realize that you are almost finished too but Maureen can’t control herself any longer and pulls one of your arms up when she can’t let go of you but tries to soften her next animalistic moan by biting her tender forearm.
Then she moves her hips even faster. Her skirt strokes wildly over your bodies and you don’t see it, but feel in great detail how her vagina tightens around your cock. A high-pitched whimper comes from between her teeth and then she freezes for a long time as her body while bouncing on you like a frozen pupped, then you watch her face slowly begin to relax. Her features soften and she slowly opens her eyes as she squats on you with all her weight rubbing her wet thighs against you. Neither of you feel the coolness of the room or notice the mismatched light.
“You always make me feel so good” she finally says. It’s not meant to flatter you. It’s more a surprised, happy observation and a question of how that can be possible. “It’s so tender with you.”
“Mostly,” you confess, “We can be different.” You sit up, and then you do feel the cold air against your sweaty back, along with the slight itch that comes from the dust on the hard floor or your ruffled shirt. Maureen moves her hips jerkily to either side.
“Do you want me like this again? Or how do you want me?” She draws in her lips playfully.
No way she only wants me once.
You put your hands on the side of her body right under her breasts and help her off you. Her knees are reddened and you are looking forward to seeing how they will look in contrast to her dazzling costume. But not yet.
“Hah…” your girl makes as you push her against a wall. You don’t pay attention to which one, just want a surface to lean her against.
“I want you honey” you breathe in her ear and Maureen stretches her butt towards you from herself.
“Fill me up dear” she murmurs in an occupied voice. “I want to feel you in me. Your cum. All night long until tomorrow.” You place your forearm between her shoulder blades and press her against the wall while you reach under her body and massage her belly. Briefly you imagine what it would be like to plant life there, but then you call yourself to order. They are your own words. Maureen and you are still new together and you want to enjoy her body.
With one hand you brush her hair out of her face. Nothing is left of her neat hairstyle and you like the messy look of her hair. Then your hand goes between her legs and over the rough stubble above her labia.
“Ouch!” she grumbles as you lightly tweak her short hair, but then she giggles as your fingers move further.
“Pull your ass apart,” you demand, and Maureen obeys like a good sister does.
“Yes Sir, my master.” Another giggle. Giselle is already having an effect on your life. Briefly you look down into the inviting gap that opens for you and you feel the call you feel when an incredibly pretty girl opens up to you. It is a luxury that you are able to answer this call. “Yes!!!” And Maureen enjoys you doing it.
Quickly and smoothly you press into her and fill her with your cock, making her complete and connecting with your sister in a forbidden but perfect way.
While you hold her body and press her breasts against the white wallpaper and she swings feverishly towards you, you realize that not a single question has been answered today. But no question would be asked either.
It is not a question if Maureen wants to earn money for you with her body. This girl is yours, she belongs to you, at your side, under your protection, on your cock. And you belong to her, just like all the other girls you love so much. Mr. Sinclair, Josh, her friends, and all the others you never really liked, that she never really liked herself, it all doesn’t matter. Because only you two will have what you have today, forever.
It is also not a question of what happens to your parents. You love your father and stepmother. And they love you. You know that. And no matter what crimes you commit, one thing unites you. You all want your sisters to be okay.
Below you, Maureen moves her head. She presses her cheek flat against the wallpaper and looks at you in love out of one wide-open eye while her mouth is open and her saliva runs down the new wallpaper. She too realizes the truth and as you announce it to her, the sound of your words along with the pumping movements of your cock brings you both to climax.
“No matter what else you…do…in your life…you…”
“Oh God Finn!”
“You will always be… mine…”
“Fuck!”
Together, your bodies tense. You press deep into each other, your bodies joining as one, then you feel the tension in you rise upward and you let go, pumping your seed into your sister.
“Finn!” You bite into her shoulder, hard and firm, and lick her skin with your tongue, then start pumping as your cock empties into her hole and you fulfill her desire. You watch her shoulders tense, then relax again and you too feel your tension slowly ease as you claim your big sister’s inner as is your right.
“This is what we were born for…sister.” Again you bite her shoulder, then your lips move to her neck.
“No Finn…no…” But she doesn’t mean it, has never spoken such a big lie, and her body shifts, tilting her head to give you access to her neck.
Your hands sweep over her nipples, gently and safely guiding her down from the heights of her orgasm while your lips close on her neck. Then you suck, hard and strong while your teeth brush over her skin. Maureen comes a third time, slowly and lightly but intensely as you make it clear to her, Mr. Sinclair and anyone else she meets in the next few days who she belongs to.
“You belong to me, sister,” you say firmly. Then your fingers slide over the hickey that is forming, examine your work, your mark.
“I know brother” she gasps and clears her throat while she realizes that your kiss made her come alone. Or not all alone. “I want everyone to see that I’m yours.” She turns her head even further and kisses you on the lips. You flinch as she bites you. “And you’re mine.”
“And that’s why we can be free,” you say, stepping back from her. Maureen spins around to face you and stretches by raising her arms above her head, crossing her legs and elongating her body. She is completely naked except for the black ring of fabric that hangs messily and diagonally over her hips. Between her thighs you see a thin strand of your juice running down and Maureen makes no effort to wipe it away.
You help her to get dressed and together you look into the empty, and now initiated, apartment.
“Should I actually ask you if you like it at all?” your sister asks with a cheeky grin but you shake your head.
“That was never the question love. You’re right. It’s time we took the next step.” You pull her close and give her a kiss on the cheek. “All of us.”
“Come on,” she says then and gives you another slap on the butt. “Now, for now, I’m going to drive you back to the hotel to your slave girl and pet. And tomorrow we’ll hold a war council.” She becomes a little more level-headed. “I could use your help with that, okay? You lead, okay?” You nod, and Maureen perks up again. “But before that, I’m going to finger your cum out of my pussy, or I’m going to fuck up my seats.” You both laugh, even though you know you’re about to watch her do it. There’s probably a BJ in the parking lot in for you too, after all you don’t want to face Giselle and Denise with a smeared dick and it looks like Maureen has the same thought.
Thanks to her, your upcoming battles don’t look quite so bleak anymore.
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