by Writing Shark
A night to remember. (Part I)
“That sounds funny,” Emma murmurs as you release Veronica from your embrace. You look at her questioningly but the redhead answers you instead.
“Exactly,” she says, “That sounds like a goodbye.”
“Yeah because this is supposed to be a goodbye” you reply, contorting your face into a ‘isn’t it obvious?’ grimace. Then you look around the group. “Right?” You look to Emma. “Right, Emma?” But she just smiles cheekily at you. “Right?”
“He was pestered the whole way” Emma grins as she hugs Veronica like they haven’t seen each other in years. But Emma is right, of course she is, and you really did pout while steering your car with Emma and Megan in it behind Harry through the advanced evening. At first you weren’t sure what to feel at the thought of going back to Seaview, and Megan felt the same way. It felt like returning to a lover you had previously dismissed and only now realized how good she was to you.
But Veronica had put an end to that worry when she told you about an apartment just a few miles from the bowling alley and bar. Since the school year is about to end here, too, she has already looked for a place to stay near her first job, and when you meet in the parking lot in front of the townhouse, she explains that her half-brother lives here, but is on a business trip at the moment.
“I figured we could use the place,” she smiles as she slips the key into the lock while Emma bounces excitedly up and down beside her and Megan clings to your side.
“I don’t like so many new people” mumbles the girl you know is the center of every party.
“Don’t worry.” Harry rubs the back of his head and puts a hand on her shoulder. “I made sure we’re alone.”
In fact, Harry is right too as you explore the apartment. Megan doesn’t leave your side, and even though you know she’s playing it, you like being her big protector. And you like Emma and Veronica acting like two drunken party girls while Harry can’t quite decide how to handle the situation.
“Go ahead and sit down,” Veronica says, ushering you into the living room, which is set up exactly as you’d expect two people who are about to start work. Cheap furniture, not much decor on the walls and tidying up was done here the last time there still were only two continents. But you like that, after all it would look like that in your life if you didn’t care for your girls and everywhere you see Veronica and her hurried attempts to make Harry a little better, which you also know from yourself. The fact that the girl is as bad at washing the dishes as you brings you even closer together and Harry is all for you as you stand next to the girls in the kitchen and prepare the dishes while Emma and Veronica prepare a little something to eat.
“So,” the red-haired girl murmurs as she sucks spaghetti into her mouth, a noodle clinging onto her cheek and red splatters of tomato sauce all over her white skin. She looks to you across the table you’re all sitting at. “So you’re the master? And she’s your slave?” You raise your eyebrows, but find yourself confirmed in your suspicions that the evening will go a certain way. Beside you, Emma giggles as Megan drops her fork into the food and visibly grabs your hand. “What?” the friend of Harry wants to know innocently. “She told us, didn’t she?”
“But not Megan, honey” reminds Harry who, just like you, hasn’t had any alcohol yet today. Everyone looks to the clearly intimidated girl who turns under the stares.
“Sorry dear,” Veronica says and means it, but can’t quite hide her mischievous grin. “Emma, do you want to tell her? After all, his sister has a right to know what she’s getting herself into.” Emma clears her throat.
“Megan dear, your brother and I have a very special relationship. For example…” And then your dear, innocent, certainly-even-if-she-hasn’t-yet-confirmed-it virgin sister gets a long, detailed lecture about life and, most importantly, sex with you. It turns you on enormously to hear how Emma brags about you and also the mouth of Harry opens from time to time while Emma tells the story. But most of all, she tells an incredible mix of fictional stories that she sprinkles with the truth in such a way that by the end you’re not even sure if you’ve ever fucked Emma in the ass on a carousel at a nighttime fairground while she rubbed her breasts with cotton candy.
But your elf doesn’t make you look like a total lunatic either, telling your little sister about your exploits and sacrifice for her, and this time the stories are all true. You, meanwhile, stuff your face with spaghetti so that your amazement at these stories doesn’t betray Emma and admire your wombat only the more for the ability to sit by your side like an intimidated but very curious girl and listen to what a perfect man you are while she would do all these perversities all by herself in a heartbeat.
“M-must I d-do that too brother?” your sister finally asks you as Emma finishes her tale about sleeping with your dick in her mouth all night. Of course, she’s turned the subject back to nasty things but you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to not only have fingered Emma in the aquarium.
Her ass was just stretching out to me. No one would have seen and… Shit, we need to get back to Seaview… sometime.
You want to answer Megan, but the evening belongs to Emma and it’s her turn after the horrible and real things of the last days and weeks to weave her dream from which you will then shape your lives. As crazy and naughty as some of the stories seem, you listen carefully, take notes and look Emma deep in the eye. And she notices, too, and – you can’t help but grin – becomes visibly excited by the knowledge that you’re there and listening.
“Well,” she thinks, “in any case, you must know that your brother is a very strict but fair master for me. It is not easy to be at his service and it takes strength and energy to surrender to him.” She says this as casually as if she were communicating her grocery list and not the components of your relationship. “You can only do that if you really love him endlessly.”
“I do,” Megan says, and you sip your Coke rather than join the conversation. Then you feel the sugary drink shoot through your nostrils. At least, that’s how it feels to you as Megan continues speaking. “And I want to give myself to him and serve him and… be his slave.”
Your cough makes everyone laugh, even Megan breaks her facade briefly and puts a hand on your thigh reassuringly under the table, but her face is chastely turned toward the tabletop, a dreamy, knowing smile on her lips.
“God Megan…” you snort. Then you see Emma looking at you from her seat next to you, and you understand. It’s not just her night, she’s giving it to you, and so is Megan. You lean over to your little sister and enclose her body in your intimate embrace. “You don’t have to be my slave darling” you whisper audibly in her ear. “I’ve loved you for so long, just the way you are, that I wouldn’t force you to do anything.”
“But I do want to please you” your sister mumbles, also audibly. You put on a show, but the spectacle is as much for the two of you as it is for the others who eye you with goodwill. “I want you to be your little sister and not bother you.”
“But the trouble you put me through makes you the person I love so much” you confess, telling the truth Megan wants to hear, needs to hear. And then you give Emma something back. “I know my girlfriend can be a little demanding sometimes but I also like your vulnerable side Megan. It’s not a weakness, it’s just what I need.” With these words your little middle sister snuggles even closer to you and you feel that you have said things in this game that are also important in her real life.
Emma has helped Megan cope better with the role she holds in your life and everyone in the room can see how much she enjoys letting go, pressing up against you and not making plans, just being with you all in the open. It was Megan who brought you and Emma together, it was her who started the adventure you are living in now and it was also her who is in charge when something goes wrong in your harem. She feels responsible for Emma, you suddenly realize, and your fingers stroke her warm back. Megan and you almost overwhelmed your elf on her first time and even though Emma enjoyed it and Megan was right, she blames herself for these things just as you do. Megan stands by your side and Emma knows what she owes her. And tonight she gives it all back to your little middle sister.
“Your brother would never treat you the way he treats me, Megan honey” Emma helps her. “He loves you too much for that.” Megan looks at the girl over your shoulder and you can’t read her expression, but know it’s a good one. “You don’t have anything to worry about. You’re going to live just like me by his side.”
“Thank you,” Megan whispers, and it’s not an act. You just nod, turned away from Emma, but knowing she understands.
You’d spend an eternity in that intimate embrace with Megan but the night belongs to Emma and you suppress a smirk as she jumps back into the fray, just your little warrior elf, just as horny and psyched as you. And judging by the two stitches in your chest, so is Megan.
“You as his little teddy bear, me as his filthy slave.”
There’s an amused but good-natured snort from the other side of the table, and you all turn to Veronica sitting at the table, grinning smugly.
“Oh don’t mind us, it’s just my place” she grins cheekily and sips her drink as well. However, she sits bent over at the table and her white blouse hangs from her upper body. Where the nipples of Megan poke through her shirt, Veronica has it easier, but everyone knows she’s horny. Emma sticks out her tongue and Megan awkwardly sits back down on the chair you almost pulled her off of during your embrace. As Emma turns to face her friend, you and Harry exchange glances.
You can understand the slightly tortured and impatient expression on his face and also notice the longing looks at his girlfriend. Again, Megan has the advantage that she can look longingly at you as the supposed weakest of the group. Otherwise, the other two girls have themselves well under control whereas the two guys at the table are entrusted with the difficult task of pretending this is a normal sexually charged evening and not something else entirely. You envy Emma and her ability to fight down her lust for you, after all she has done it long enough, but you have a difficult time not taking the hand Megan has resting on your thigh and pressing it into your crotch. You’re just a man and that’s just fine.
“And besides,” Veronica continues, and you realize you missed a good part of the conversation the two of them were having, “I don’t think you’re really his slave. Do you Harry?” Veronica looks at his friend who startles and looks around as if he’s been caught napping in class. Just like me.
“What?” he stutters awkwardly and looks to you, searching for support. You can’t offer any, trapped as you are in the imagination of Emma and Megan. But Veronica shows no mercy.
“Emma said she likes the life of a slave and is looking forward to forming a harem with Megan.” You blink, but you’re the only boy here who notices that Veronica has that undertone in her voice again. Yes, your Emma is doing it all for you and somehow Megan is too, but Veronica and Harry are also part of the group and the third girl doesn’t want to let the new, exciting situation get her down. “But I said that it doesn’t seem like she’s his slave at all.” She laughs, perhaps a little nervously, and taps Harry on the shoulder. “You never listen, do you? Men.” She rolls her eyes playfully.
“In the waterpark, she said she was his and does whatever he says,” Harry grumbles, a little dopily, and you see how glazed over his gaze already is. Maybe yours is too but at least you have enough experience not to say something like that in the presence of a sexually charged girlfriend.
“Oh yeah?” wants Veronica to know. “I do everything you say, too.” His eyes nearly fall out of his head as she speaks the words, and you realize the poor boy would never look at his girlfriend the way you do with Emma. Somehow you’re proud of him for being so good, but on the other hand you feel sorry for him because you know what he’s missing. Maybe not for long. “Come on,” she demands, “give me an order.” She stands next to Harry and puts her hands on her hips. She looks classy despite her baggy sweatpants and somewhat dirty blouse, and her feet are planted firmly and resolutely on the ground as she looks at her friend.
“You know I would never…”
“I know,” the girl says cheekily. “But Emma is right. I like bad men too. And you are a bad man.” You want to say something but Emma shakes her head slightly. “Bad men get what they want, and tonight it’s you who gets what he wants.” She throws back her red hair and looks at Emma triumphantly. It’s her turf, her apartment, and she feels superior to Emma.
It’s a bit strange how boys and girls deal with the subject of sex and where you treat Harry like a little brother, relentlessly and with harsh lessons, something you would never do that way with your sisters, the two girls engage in a fierce competition for who is the better girlfriend. Where you treat Harry harshly, you stick together; where Emma and Veronica often hug, they now face each other. And it’s not a given that the situation will remain as calm as it is right now, as you can see from your brother’s face as he looks around the table for help and from Megan who’s hands clasping your arm, even if it’s just an act. The other two girls have already checked each other out in the parking lot in front of the bar, but it’s still important for them to know that they can satisfy their men. Emma has an unfair advantage here of a real harem with more than enough members and you love her for using that to help Veronica without telling her directly. Emma has her needs too, just like Veronica has her pride.
“There’s more to being a slave than just doing what your master asks you to do. It’s just basic knowledge.”
“Oh yeah?” says Veronica again, aware that she is falling behind. “Then prove it!” Harry sits up straight and even Megan looks up as the other girls look to you. Emma seems confident of victory. Everyone at the table knows she is all yours, and unfortunately it’s only now occurring to Veronica that this challenge may not have been as hard as she first thought. She’s a good girl who likes to be bad, whereas Emma, fake or real, already knows her place and the rules that go with it. A definite advantage. And even Megan looks like she pities the redheaded girl. It’s your responsibility not to derail the evening, and even if Emma controls it, it’s her evening, she knows her role in your life, and therefore yours in hers.
“I think we’d better go now,” you say kindly, pat your sister’s hand and rise. Emma has only been waiting for this.
“No darling please! I’m sorry, Master!” She throws herself around your neck and kisses your cheek while trying to stop you from leaving without applying pressure. That would be a bad slave. “I was too selfish and only thought of myself. Please forgive me Master.” Shit that sounds pretty nice… But it’s not like you want to go home because Emma ruined the evening.
“Emma honey, you are a good slave for me, no question. You always know exactly what I want and you are an angel on the street but a whore in bed.” You kiss her on the cheek, but don’t manage to make it seem demanding. You like her too much for that, this sweet little creature who hopefully has realized that no one really buys her slave, as eager as she throws herself at you, as naughty as she enjoys her life and as loving as she cares for you. But of course you wouldn’t destroy the illusion she has built around you and which is anyway only held together by the lust that lives in all of you. At best, Emma is a bonded friend to you, maybe a little dirty but otherwise quite normal.
But your elf has taken care of that too, and where Megan is normally like Emma is right now, she now nestles against your arm and presses her cheek… and her heavy breasts against your side.
“I want to be with you” she whispers, smiling oblivious to the showdown of the two other girls, and you are pleased. You nod to her and turn back to the others.
“It was a nice evening but we…” Then you are surprised.
“Oh come on” laughs Veronica, a bit forced but definitely not angry. This makes you curious. “I was just kidding.” Even Harry raises his eyebrows when he hears the words. “Emma and I are already best friends and we just fight sometimes, right?” Emma nods vigorously and then does something really unfair.
“Please let us stay a little longer Master” she begs… and gets down on her knees in front of you. Harry and his girlfriend draw in a sharp breath as Emma puts her hands on your thighs and looks up at you. “Please Master…” But you are not a master of yourself while your elf is at your feet.
“Emma… fuck… I’m so hot for you…” You don’t care if Harry or Veronica hear it and Megan seems to feel the same way. Emma grins, only you and your sister can see it. “And Harry feels the same way.” You look to the boy whose eyes dart back and forth between you and his girlfriend. “God Emma I want you.” Saying it doesn’t bother you, and even though Veronica blushes a little, she holds her ground. But you can’t. Today is not your day. And you know what Emma is up to. With a sigh, you stroke her hair. “I’m just too good to my slave.” Emma waits for confirmation, and you nod your head toward the center of the room. “We’re staying.”
Emma jumps up and hugs you, squealing joyfully and not acting at all like the air is saturated with pleasure pheromones that you could almost see it. In any case, you taste them as she kisses you intimately on the mouth and presses her soft lips on yours. Emma is always so jittery and excited when she’s around you and just after what happened to her, it’s a nice opportunity to experience her childlike enthusiasm for all things perverted and fun.
“Slave my ass,” you hear from behind you. Emma turns to Veronica but you put your hand on her shoulders.
“She’s kind of right, honey,” you say, glancing at the other girl who has her hands clasped in front of her chest and one leg pulled forward. Her teeth flash cheekily as she sees a notch in the otherwise flamboyant world of Emma. You could settle the situation with a friendly comment, you’re good with girls, you’ve realize that by now. But… It’s quite hot to see the two of them getting irritated. You pause. You rarely have thoughts like that.
But it is the day of Emma, your elf. Not yours. And the way she rubs her butt against your lap while she wants to say something back clearly shows that she is not without lust. Oh, fuck it.
“Take your clothes off,” you say, and all eyes in the room land on you. Harry almost dies in his seat and Veronica takes a step back, loses her composure for a moment, but then catches herself again. Emma turns around to face you.
“Honey?”
“Veronica is right.” You almost don’t recognize your voice. “A slave does not decide for her master and you know it.” Your hand rests on her cheek and her eyes beam up at you as she processes your words. “Now take off your top.” Veronica wants to say something but you stop her too. “And your bra too.”
“Yes master.” And there it is again, that undertone of lust and devotion, exactly why Emma loves you.
“You wanted proof?” you ask Veronica. “Here it is. Emma does everything I say.” But your words are barely noticed, and you’re proud that your elf can silence an entire room. Carefully, she tucks her thumbs under the edge of her shirt and pulls it up, arms crossed. As Harry and Veronica watch with their mouths slightly open, Megan pulls her legs up in the chair, grabs her long shirt and wraps her arms tightly in front of her chest. She plays her part really well.
And you’re proud that you have the manly strength not to stare just as dumbly as Emma exposes her belly button. You already know brother’s reaction, but he is also seeing Emma for only the second time, Veronica for only the first, and both have the same reaction you would have if you didn’t live in a harem and have other obligations. You have multiple girlfriends, so you have to make sure, even more than a normal boyfriend, that your girls feel very special around you. Emma has done it again tonight and even though your cock is straining against your pants like a gladiator just before the all-decisive battle, you know how to make Emma feel even more pompous.
Your girlfriend flinches a bit and has already pulled her shirt over her eyes as your hands lay on her belly. She feels your chin on her shoulder, you’re taller and have to squat a bit, but that only causes your fingertips to rest on the edge of her pants while her body freezes in your touch.
“You want to play?” you whisper softly in her ear, not sure that the others really can’t hear you. The room is silent and everyone is staring at the girl who is about to undress. But this still has to be said. “Then we’ll give them a show.” And Emma starts to shake as your one hand moves into her pants, sliding over her skin and squeezing into the tight slit between her stomach and the fabric. Your other arm moves up, under her shirt and you feel the fabric of her bra, the warmth of her skin and the goosebumps your closeness causes.
Finally it is done, the shirt is off, and Emma stands in front of you in her lemon-yellow bra. It’s new and apparently you’re not the only one who wanted to give something back to his partner today for the great day.
“It’s simple” mumbles Veronica but you see the girl staring at your girl. Emma has much bigger breasts than her ‘rival’ and you make a mental note to exorcise her of those worries tonight, but only if Harry doesn’t do it for you. Now you can focus entirely on Emma, who is cradled in your embrace, not thinking of messing with anyone other than her idea of a perfect girlfriend for you.
“That’s right,” you mumble, brushing aside her hair that has fallen into her face through her shirt. Then you adjust her glasses that sit so cutely on her snub nose and put your hands on her quivering shoulders. “Put them away.” But you’re not mean. “Even though it looks really great on you.” Harry shakes his head absentmindedly as he takes in your demeanor, but then his eyes go wide as memories come flooding back that he’s always had in his head himself.
Your hands move behind Emma, between her shoulder blades and your girl raises her arm, showing Veronica her perfectly shaved armpits, and snuggles up to you while her muscles play and the other, very slightly chubby girl sees the light contours of her ribs under her skin. You take care of your elf and make sure that she is not a skeleton that could starve herself to death on the catwalks of this world, but it is also good to see that she corresponds to the beauty ideal of society so much that she can cause envy and jealousy in her rivals. Veronica is not one of them, but being a girl means being beautiful for a boy. And Emma is truly beautiful.
Her shoulders twitch as she feels the grip of her bra loosen around her torso and you hear her breathing quicken at the thought of about to be naked in front of other people. Emma is excited and your lips elicit a voluptuous moan as they rest on her neck. You don’t know where she’s looking while you undress her in front of the others but you look at Harry, your little brother, and are proud that you have such a fucking hot girlfriend.
But you are still mean, you don’t begrudge Veronica the sight that Harry could enjoy only once, Megan already several times. Your hands go up the moment Emma instinctively pulls her shoulders forward, undressing for you without thinking, and so does Harry as your fingers wrap around a pair of perfect breasts with stiff nipples. Veronica can’t react because she’s also completely fixated on the two mounds that you’re taking away from the other’s gaze, and Megan outdoes herself. She presses her knees against her body pulling her shirt over her face while squealing like a guinea pig. My little wombat.
“My slave girl has really stiff nipples” you announce to the world and Emma moans again. Then she gasps as you lift her breasts slightly. The skin contact alone makes her press against you while you look over her shoulder at Harry. “Do you want to see them?” Veronica says nothing, Megan playing the shy sister who you’re sure has never licked your girlfriend’s breasts, but Harry nods his head gently. Then he swallows hard. Your hands move up and create a nice cleavage for Emma, even without a bra. “My slave.”
“Master…” You’ve never called her that before, but she’s called you that often. Briefly you think about whether you should call her that more often, but then you quickly take your hands away and pull them up, taking her breasts with them and making them swing impressively.
“Fuck…” It’s not Harry who says this, he’s far too shocked, but you’re also just a little surprised to hear Veronica speak.
“Again?” you ask, winking at her as Emma begins to pant. “My slave likes it when I present her to others.” Veronica nods and you repeat the process. Three more times, then you already know that Emma has had enough. Without a bra, it’s exhausting for her to be treated like this in the long run and you, as her boyfriend and master, make sure she always feels comfortable around you. “That’s enough” you announce and step away from Emma. She stands a little shyly in the room but then you take her by the hand and lead her out of the dining room into the living room. It’s actually only the second half of the large room but the signal is clear and soon you hear chairs being pushed back. The meal just stops and everyone knows that the evening has just begun.
From that point on the evening continues to change and even if it is up to you, Emma takes advantage of the situation you have created and continues to live out the dream she has conceived for you, Megan and herself. Together you listen to good music that even you talk, laugh, exchange harmless stories and memories. It’s a cozy get-together of newly acquired friends and everyone notices how relaxed the mood becomes, even improving with every passing minute.
Emma and Veronica forge a real bond of friendship and everyone knows that the two of them will see each other more often. You treat Harry like a little brother, explain things to him, say you’re proud of him, and Harry is happy about it, grateful and curious. You talk about your relationship with your girls, share stories and learn from each other, though you are the one who gives more than you receive, but you both like it that way. Even Megan warms up and the girls make an effort to include your shy little sister in the conversation until they even manage to get her to tell a joke. Then she tells about her life and you realize that she must have talked to Denise and Millie because her story is interesting and touching at the same time. Again and again you hug her, then Emma, then you pat Harry on the shoulder. And Veronica also hugs you, is open-minded and happy with the person she sees in you. There is no drinking and Emma makes a remark that only weak people need to get their friends drunk to have fun with them. This remark is the only time you think of Carrie that night and it doesn’t hurt you, Emma clearly shows you that she enjoys this time with you far more than the ‘date’ with her then best friend. Together, you are a well-functioning and attuned group, each adding their strengths as the evening progresses.
Actually, it’s just a normal evening. You, along with Megan and Harry, prepare some odds and ends for dessert, sliced cucumbers with white sauce (Harry makes clear innuendos and is having the time of his life, you and Megan decide not to touch the cucumbers tonight), chips and chocolate broken into pieces. Add to that uncut oranges and bananas (here Emma can’t help herself and makes an allusion to your size, which makes you roll your eyes). Later, the three of you put the bowls on the table in the small living room while Emma and Veronica talk on the sofa. It’s just a normal evening.
Except Emma Jackson sits there bare-chested and makes no effort to cover up. Megan hasn’t let go of your arm since you presented your girlfriend’s breasts to the group, and you wonder if it’s on purpose to distract you from Emma and her impressive stiff nipples. In any case, your wombat takes over stroking your ego while Emma strokes your cock. In fact, in front of everyone else.
“So Megan,” Veronica clears her throat and Emma slowly pulls her arm back so you can sit between her and Megan. Your sister looks over from wide eyes to the girl who spoke to her kindly. “How are you enjoying the evening so far.” She clearly wants to include the other girl in the group and you’re grateful for that, but also feel a little sorry for her because you know how Megan can be unleashed.
“Just fine,” your little sister murmurs, and you don’t have to act out your attraction to her as you put an arm around her. On the other hand, Emma snuggles up to your side.
“Is this what you had in mind when you thought about being with Finn?” Megan looks at you instead of Veronica, and you give her a friendly nod. You like that side of her and, brother that you are, you can read in her eyes. Megan doesn’t play the game to the fullest. There’s that little part of her you can see that enjoys beyond measure standing in the place Millie usually holds. It must be intoxicating for her to let herself go like that.
“Yes it is” comes the surprising answer and Veronica understands just as you do.
“Really? I didn’t thought so.”
“Yes, it is.” Still mumbling, Megan can look the girl in the eye, out of your protective embrace. “After all, I see how my brother is with Emma, and until now I’ve never dared to get close to him.”
“Oh darling,” Emma coos from the other side as Harry puts a hand on his girlfriend’s leg.
“He’s so strong and so are you,” Megan says to Emma. “I never thought I would fit in there.”
“But of course you fit in with us Megan” Emma laughs. “Anyone can see you’re head over heels in love with my boyfriend.” You wiggle your head ever so slightly as you hear the words spoken to Emma by Megan not long ago, and now reversed. The two have truly switched places.
“It must be hard for a sister to be in love with her brother” Harry speculates, trying hard to make Megan feel good. “When I think how long it took me to get up the courage to ask Veronica…”
“And imagine I’m your sister,” she giggles. They take it well that you commit a horrible crime with your sister.
Okay, stepsister, like in porn. But it’s still… morally questionable. What would they say if I told them about Millie… or Maureen? Shit…
You successfully suppress your grin and watch your elf’s master plan unfold before you. __
Operation Fortitude was a joke compared to this.
And even though she’s sweet and cute and needy and shy and kind and accommodating and everything else soft and warm and social, tonight Emma is your General Patton who wants to piss in every river he crosses and who can’t wait to hop across the English Channel and save the world.
Well hopefully Emma won’t start slapping defenseless soldiers now too. But with Veronica… no, get a grip, this is not your night.
In the meantime, the conversation has shifted from stepsibling incest to the ülayed incest of Harry and Veronica, and Emma, naked and with semi-stiff nipples, raises her hands in front of her mouth as Veronica falls all over her boyfriend.
“Oh kiss me my brother, I love you sooo much.” She gives Harry a big smack on the cheek and squirms in his embrace as the boy returns her advances.
“Oh sister you are so sweet.”
“Almost like us, isn’t it?” you whisper in your wombat’s ear so no one can hear but she stays in character anyway.
“I wish that too… brother…” You gently stroke her hair while fighting occurs on the opposite sofa.
“Oh little brother…” moans Veronica but that’s when Harry sits up. You smirk.
“I’m your big brother,” he says with a determined look. “And you’re my little sister, get it?” At first Veronica laughs but you can understand Harry. “Okay” the girl agrees with her boyfriend after seeing his look. “You’re my big brother.” Harry nods determinedly.
“And you obey me” he then says, really picking up speed. “Because you trust me and need my help.” Veronica looks first at you, then at Harry.
“Yes big brother.” She throws herself around his neck and you almost have to laugh, Emma can’t hold it in as you see the look on his face. He can’t believe that worked. “I’m so thankful you’re here and taking care of me. Thank you big brother. I love you soooo much.” Next to you, Megan whimpers again and pulls her shirt over her face.
The mood is good and you give the two lovebirds in front of you some more time to act like family, which only benefits you and Megan. Your jealousy, deserved or not, is blown away and having two girls by your side has never felt so good. Opportunities to show off with your harem are few and far between, which you’ve come to expect, and Harry and Veronica are doing you and your girls a great service by letting you live it up with them.
At some point Harry lifts his girlfriend off him and beams at you because he is so strong. You nod at him and try not to look at the tent in his pants. Veronica has no problem with that and strokes the bulge as if by accident. Then, finally, someone helps you in your suffering.
“It’s late,” Harry yawns, stretching his arms and looking at the clock on the wall. “Or rather early. Good morning.” It’s been fifteen minutes since the new day began. “Maybe we should call it a day, what do you say?”
“I could take you home and Megan would have enough sleep for tomorrow,” you say helpfully. Guys need to stick together, but it’s clear to everyone in the room that you just want to stick your things up your girlfriends’ holes.
“Oh man…” growls Megan, of all people, crossing her arms in front of her chest so her tits bulge out from under her shirt and you can see into her cleavage. “I’m not tired at all.”
“Exactly,” Emma grumbles as well, mimicking her friend’s gesture. “What softies you two are.”
“Honey?” Harry asks his girlfriend, his voice almost pleading. But Veronica shows no mercy either.
“Out of the question.” Then she blinks at him with eyes like an angel, tilts her head, and smiles beautifully. Inwardly you take a picture and are already thinking if you could teach Emma this gesture. “We’re just getting started.” Veronica is really cute sitting there, looking at you, Harry at her side, victorious and confident. Confident enough for you to play your part.
“Okay,” you say, leaning back a little and pulling your girls confidently to your side. “You want action?” It’s a bit mean, your voice pitch and serious tone leaving no doubt that you’re messing with Veronica now. The message gets through and the girl looks to Harry, but he just shrugs helplessly. Then she nods at your question and you smile. You like Veronica, like her manner, her smile and the openness she shows after taking you, Megan, and especially Emma to her heart. So you enjoy this little battle of ego against ego and you don’t feel a bit bad when you win. You’re all friends here, even though you enjoy the fact that all eyes are on you again and await your word. “Then you get action.”
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Veronica says some time later while walking through the room with several sofa cushions in her arms. Emma does the same and together the two spread the cushions out in a circle on the floor while Megan clears the bowls of snacks from the table onto the floor. You and Harry moved the sofas to the side and the table as well to create a free space on the soft carpet.
The idea was yours but it could have been the one of Emma as well, you can tell by her eyes shining with excitement. It was she who gave you the idea and together you experience in silence a togetherness that you both no longer want to miss in life. Inspired by her and implemented by you, you decided not only to let you and Harry suffer, but also to test the girls’ will to persevere. And judging by the somewhat nervous and fleeting glances of Veronica that keep falling on the freely bouncing and swinging breasts of your elf, you seem to have had a good idea.
“So” you begin and sit down. But then you falter and have to pull yourself together not to grin like a fool as the group around you sits down on the floor. Harry looks briefly at his girlfriend, then his eyes rest on you, the others following suit. You are the center of the group and it feels good to enjoy the trust of so many people. And you know that you will prove yourself worthy of them. You will be the leader. You will make sure that you are the only one who will cross the line tonight, the only one who is allowed to make snide or provocative remarks. The others are under your protection, confide in you, and from now on, no matter how Veronica and Emma sometimes squabble or Harry is torn between you and his girlfriend, from now on you are a group. “The game is called Truth or Dare and the rules are clear.”
“Yes!” Emma claps her hands excitedly and unintentionally presses her breasts together. Immediately, Harry raises a hand.
“I uh… I’ve never played this before and I don’t know the rules yet.” Megan the little beast is already opening her mouth, having enough experience with such games among her friends, but pulls herself together and keeps her guard up.
“I don’t know either brother,” she says and snuggles up to you, playing the girl who has freshly confessed her love and now lets everything happen to her just so she can be near her brother. Emma keeps her mouth shut in this regard and looks to her harem sister, it is she who knows more about this kind of sexually charged and often drunken evening entertainment than Emma herself. Today, however, she is the wild friend, and so likewise seeks shelter in your influence as Poland does under NATO’s missile defense umbrella.
“I’ll be happy to explain,” you say and see Veronica breathe a sigh of relief. She, as a cheerleader, should have some experience with this, you wonder, and remember to ask her a question of this nature. “And actually, it’s quite simple. So. I’ll start and ask a question. After that…”
“Why do you start?” asks Emma next to you snappishly. She sits on her heels and pushes her back through so her breasts are facing forward. “We could do this democratically…” Then she yelps like a little puppy and Megan and Veronica draw in their breath as your hand darts forward and pulls hard on her nipple. Not too strong but strong enough to remind Emma of her kinks and her place at your side.
“No democracy here slave” you declare matter-of-factly, still holding Emma a bit in your grip like a petulant child, pulling her chest up a bit, then quickly releasing her. Megan looks at you in disbelief while Emma rubs her breast and looks at you submissively but turned on. Veronica has her hands clasped in front of her chest.
“Nice…” whispers Harry, then presses his lips together.
“Don’t you dare” Veronica warns her boyfriend.
“Okay” you admonish the group and everything turns back to you. “So, I’ll start, pick someone, ask ‘truth or dare’. When the task or question is answered it’s that person’s turn to pick someone, but not the person who picked the person, all right?”
“So no revenge,” Emma notes, smirking as her fingertips slowly graze over her stiffening nipples.
“Otherwise we’d just be all over each other” Harry understands and clears his throat. “In a good way, I mean.” With him, you’re most worried that he’ll lose his mind during the game, which is guaranteed, and planned by you, to end in sexual moves.
“Exactly. So another person is chosen. But a single person can be chosen several times in a row for truth or dare. A person who doesn’t want to do a question or a dare can refuse, but then he has to do two opposite things afterward. Two answers or two duties.” You look around but everyone gets it. “Also, the group can decide that a question or task cannot or must not be done. Then the person is dismissed and can continue as if he had passed the task or question.” Again, everyone nods. You grin, “So, who starts?” A rhetorical question and Emma is most eager to answer it.
“Finn starts,” everyone says in unison and you smile.
“Any other questions?” Everyone shakes their heads. Then suddenly Megan rises and you look at her. A little awkwardly, she stands in the circle, playing with the long shirt sleeves of her shirt.
“Bro, d-do you mind if I t-take a drink?”
“Alcohol?” you ask, and Megan nods.
“I h-have some an-xiety.” You know that’s not true, but still you suggest that your sister doesn’t have to play along. Your protective instinct is too strong and you like her behavior too much. But of course, Megan skillfully kicks the ball back into your court, proclaiming that she really enjoys her time with you and desires your closeness. “I just need a little more c-courage,” she stammers. Then Veronica rises, tightens up, and gently stamps her foot on the floor.
“Good idea Megan. I could use some too.” She leads your sister to the kitchen and comes back with two bottles of wine which she divides among the girls. No glasses are used and Harry takes a hearty swig as well. You, as the leader, refrain from temptation, also so that you are prepared for any eventuality.
And when Veronica asks me and Harry to do a dare, it takes all my wits not to cross my laser sword with my little brother.
But the thought doesn’t worry you too much. You are in control of the situation and surrounded by people you trust and who in turn trust you, even if it is your task to take them further than they have gone so far.
“Then get started, master” grins Emma who is already excited and rubs her hands together.
You look around the room. Together you sit in a circle on the living room rug, most of you cross-legged, your eyes turned to you. Megan has pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, Emma has folded her legs under her and is proudly displaying her breasts. Each of you is aware that this is going to be a very special game and you look at Veronica, the new one in the round. The girl smiles at you and you read her face while Harry has to keep averting his eyes from Emma, failing again and again. As Veronica smiles shyly but kindly at you, you understand that she too sees how you and her boy’s pants are strained, she understands that there is no way out. And judging by the look in your lap, she doesn’t want a way out either.
“Okay.” You clap your hands, Megan flinches. “We’ll start slow.”
“Too bad…” pouts Emma but you give her a stern look. Now she flinches too while Megan looks relieved. Then you look around again, picking your target like a heat-seeking AIM-9X Sidewinder missile. You grin cheekily.
“Harry,” you say solemnly.
“Figures,” growls the boy, bracing himself.
“Mean,” pouts Emma.
“Shut up,” you say sternly to Harry. “Shut up,” you say sternly to Emma. They both look at each other, giggle, then press their lips together. “Truth or dare?” Harry opens his mouth, looks at Emma, and you can guess which dare he’s hoping for.
Dream on, buddy.
Then he looks to you.
“Truth,” he says, but doesn’t sound entirely convinced. You can work with that.
“What do you like best about Veronica? Physically, of course.” You want to take the group slowly on the subject but you also see Emma, Harry, and even Veronica shifting restlessly on their butts. You know what Megan is like and you’re even more impressed with her show. Still, your little brother manages to impress you as well.
“Her laugh,” he says, showing you that your first question couldn’t have been easier. Veronica laughs out, not fake, maybe a little more solemn than before. Then she lifts her hands under her breasts.
“Not those?” she grins, and Harry looks to the floor. You’re butting in. Veronica plays along well, free and happy, but what she doesn’t know is that Harry had wanted a different reaction from her.
“When a boy like Harry says something like that to you, it can’t really get any better” you explain to her, “We are visual hunters, trained to track our prey with our senses. If a boy like Harry isn’t paying attention to your body but a reaction based on your mood…” Emma puts a hand on your arm, gently and lovingly.
“What my friend is trying to say is that’s what true love means. When Finn said that to me I knew he was the one.” Veronica actually blushes and looks down at the floor. Then Harry leans over to her and falls towards her so that she can take him in her arms. You give them both half a minute, then his girlfriend pats Harry on the back in a chummy way and they both grin sheepishly.
“Thanks, Finn,” Harry says, and you nod. “Is it my turn now? Okay. Finn. What do you like about Emma…” It’s really touching. He wants to do you the same favor. But Emma beats him to it.
“Sorry, sweetie. He can’t do that.”
“Oh yeah… okay…” Harry rubs the back of his head, then looks around. “I’m not good at this…” But finally he pulls himself together. “Okay.” He looks to Emma, who grins but he decides otherwise. “Okay. Honey. Truth or dare?” Megan seems relieved, and you’re already thinking about protecting her in case she gets taken.
“You want to hear the laughter too, don’t you?” his girlfriend grins, sticking her tongue out at him. “Dare.”
“Figured as much,” Harry laughs triumphantly. Then he blushes, but fights down his embarrassment. “You know how much it makes me… how much it turns me on to see you in your uniform.” Now it’s her turn to blush.
“Really now?” she asks quietly but you’re already pushing through your back. Emma giggles and looks at you out of the corner of her eye. You and Harry – and certainly every other boy in the Western Hemisphere – have the same taste in cheerleaders. “Uh, that one’s not washed yet, though. Maybe instead I could…”
“If you chicken out then you have to answer two truths.”
“But it’s just a piece of cloth” growls the girl. “And I’d stink up the whole room.”
“I don’t think so,” Harry says kindly. “Besides, I like the way you smell. I don’t think you stink. And I like to see how exhilarated you always are after practice, even when you’re tired.” Veronica realizes there is no way out and Emma offers to help her change. Together the girls go to the bedroom, leaving you alone with Harry and Megan.
“Good one mate,” you say quietly, patting your brother on the shoulder. “Bloody good idea.” Harry doesn’t mind your words.
“Just wait until you see her. She looks so stunning.” Then a soft voice sounds from beside you.
“I’m excited too” Megan mumbles, hiding her face behind her arms crossed in front of her knees.
“Megan honey,” you say softly, selling the story well that your little sister has never had her face between someone else’s thighs.
“I figured now that I’m with you and Emma…well…I’d have to…adjust.” She smiles shyly at you and your cock throbs like mad in your pants. If this keeps up then you’ll be the first to be unable to control yourself and you’ll see the glint in your wombat’s eyes, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Then it gets worse as Emma pokes her head out the bedroom door.
“Don’t worry, she doesn’t stink” she grins into the room and steps out the door. Then she pulls an arm behind her. “But you’ll still be left breathless.”
And right she is. Actually, the uniform of the girls at the school Veronica and Harry go to is pretty normal. The shirt has black sleeves almost to the elbows and travels smoothly over her skin to her stomach, still above her navel. Her skirt, also black, also reaches almost to her knees, all in all very fashionable. But on her chest is a white diamond that fits perfectly over the small bulge her breasts create, and the black bow in her red hair is accentuated by the difference in color. Beside you, Harry pulls his hands in front of his face to keep from laughing in disbelief, and you clench your jaws as well to keep from drooling like a wild dog.
“The socks don’t really belong to the outfit,” the girl says shyly, but misses her intention as all eyes turn downward. “That was Emma.” The pair of long white socks hug her slender thighs and even though no skin is visible the fabric only makes the girl more attractive.
“Shit…” you breathe and Megan also looks briefly at the girl. Her eyes fall on the bow in her hair and her head snaps around to you unintentionally. Her looks say it all and you can hope for maybe seeing her more often in her dress with the bow.
“Fitting, right?” grins Emma and laughs at you guys who can only nod.
“Shit Veronica you look stunning” you grumble in disbelief, making the girl blush again. Then you nudge Harry in the side who eagerly and eloquently agrees with you.
“Thanks,” his girlfriend huffs and sits down, taking care not to let her skirt ride up.
“Do you have underwear underneath?” Harry wants to know, beating you to it by two seconds. But Emma shakes her head.
“Sorry buddy, but my friend did her part. And you gambled away the next move.”
“Shit,” Harry grumbles. “Okay, I deserved that.” Then you all look to Veronica.
“Oh yeah.” Apparently the attention does her good after all, you realize with satisfaction as she brushes back a strand of red Harry. Then she looks for a target.
“Megan.” Your little sister whimpers nervously and curls up like a hedgehog. You put a hand on her back reassuringly, but realize she’s not really tense.
“Should I pick someone else?” asks Veronica, but you shake your head gently. Back at home, Megan would put you over her knee if you disrupted your elf’s plan in such a way.
“She’s strong enough to do it. I know my brave little sister.”
“Okay. Megan. Truth or dare?” Megan mumbles something between her arms but no one understands. “What, sorry, I…” But Megan is already raising her head.
“Truth.” Veronica nods.
“Why did you fall in love with your brother?” It gets quiet in the room and you only hear the music from the speakers on the wall playing not too loud in the background. Veronica has asked a good question and you smile. And Megan smiles, too and you muse if Emma had something to do with it. Megan doesn’t have to play for this round, and her eyes are the same ones she gave you on the playground, face hidden under a layer of your cum, but radiating so much life you can clearly see it.
“Why?” she asks, and her voice has changed. “Because he’s the one for me. Because it’s right.” At first you think she’ll leave it at that statement, but Megan isn’t done. “There are very few people in the world like my brother. And life is hard, even more so when you’re alone. Everyone always told me I just had to wait and then the right one would come to me.” Veronica leans forward a bit while your sister tells the truth and you see that the two beautiful girls have one thing in common. “Everyone told me how beautiful I am and that it will be easy for me to get a boyfriend. But I never believed that.” You remember that Megan once said something like that when she was still with her former boyfriend. “I never understood that,” she admits. “For me, it was always unimaginable to get a boyfriend who was like my big brother, who knew me better than I knew myself. A boyfriend who is so intent on me doing well that all I have to do with my puny resources is just laugh.” And that’s what Megan does, and you know she means it. No game, this is the Megan you’ve always loved. “I just have to laugh and he’s happy.”
“See?” Harry asks his girlfriend, and Veronica nods in awe.
“I think Finn has always known that I love him. And somehow I’ve always known he loves me, too.” Megan shrugs sweetly, looks down at the floor, and tilts her head. “Well, I guess that’s why I fell in love with Finn. Because he’s always there and I could give him something back that comes from the heart. What kind of little sister would I be if I didn’t use that for him and me?” A slight giggle then follows. “And he always says he wants me to feel free, too.” Then her eyes meet you, reminding you that you are living the perfect life.
“Well said,” Veronica murmurs softly.
“Thank you.” Then Megan stretches out in front of you in her shirt, playing the shy maiden again, just realizing she’s spilled her biggest secret. “I haven’t told anyone that before,” she confesses, “That feels good.”
“And from now on I’ll always be with you,” you say, a little ashamed of this simple comment, but too taken and moved to care. Then she clears her throat.
“Is it my turn to ask now?” You nod, but put your hand on her leg before she can speak. You get your moment of peace too, after all, you’ve only really been together for a few hours. Then Megan looks around. “Emma, dare or truth?” She smiles shyly as your elf perks up and looks curiously at your sister. You have to pull yourself together, being the first to read her face and see that your little sister is playing her game again. She is better than you, a simple boy who still has to digest her closeness. Emma notices half a second later and stifles a grin.
“Truth,” she grins, looking to you. She’s not disappointed.
“What’s your favorite way to kiss my brother?”
“Oho!” goes Veronica, but looks intently at you while Emma turns you to face her. Her nipples are stiff and pointing toward you while her chest rises and falls.
“I just want to learn something” Megan defends herself and it’s Harry who leans in and pats her shoulder encouragingly.
“Good idea,” he tells her and Megan is pleased.
“Is that really a ‘truth’ question?” wants Emma to know. “Wouldn’t you rather I show you?”
“No you have to describe it,” Veronica says, only then realizing she might be missing something. But Emma is already ready.
“Okay.” She looks to you and winks. “It’s true what people say about me. I’m actually quite a nice one, you’ll have to take my word for it.” She laughs and plays the desperate one. But then she groans loudly, almost annoyed. “But when Finn is around! Shit, I tell you then everything burns out with me. When I see the lust in his eyes that feeds off his love, burning and raging, wanting out of him, fuck! The lust I see when I make him hot, when he wants me. Then he just grabs me, claws his hands in my hair, holds me tight and secure and just kisses me! I don’t know how to explain it.”
“I think I understand,” says Veronica, and now it’s Harry who leans forward.
“When you can just be wild as a girl, not caring how you look to the world, when you can let go, be free, when you can reveal your darkest secrets, you are free. That’s what I feel when Finn kisses me. The good girl, the slave, responsible for nothing, in good, strong hands, desired and somehow respected too.”
“Oh yeah?” Veronica thinks that’s funny.
“Yeah. Sure, as his slave, Finn sometimes treats me like an animal.”
“Hey,” you grumble, trying to remember if you’ve ever done that. Maybe Emma is just thinking about Denise, too.
“But that’s a good feeling. Sure. I can be free and he does everything for me, even the thinking. That’s especially nice, because otherwise I’m smarter than he is.” Megan giggles and Harry looks at you questioningly but you nod your head and continue listening to your girlfriend’s tales. “And when he kisses me, well, I feel wanted, I don’t have to worry about anything, and I know exactly that I’m going to come.”
“During sex you mean?” wants to know Veronica but Emma shakes her head decidedly.
“Not just during sex.” Then she winks at you and you’re damn proud. Veronica looks at you in disbelief.
“You’ll have to show us” she demands, but gets the same response as her friend. She missed her shot and has to wait.
“Okay, my turn” Emma then says and takes a big swig from the bottle. Then she passes it to Veronica. She just lifts the bottle, then hears her name.
“Again?” she asks, wiping her hand over her mouth but Emma just shrugs.
“Those are the rules. So. truth or dare?”
“Truth,” the girl sighs, but smiles and slides her butt around on the floor while sitting cross-legged. The skirt of her uniform still fits well but she sits right across from you and you find it hard not to lower your eyes. Almost fiber-like you keep an eye out for her panties.
“Why don’t you have experience playing parties like this?” That’s an interesting question you realize, a question you’ve asked yourself as well. “For a girl like you, who is also so pretty…”
“And popular,” Harry weaves in.
“Exactly. Why don’t you have any experience with games like this?”
“Is it that obvious?” the girl asks shyly. The rest of you look at each other, even Megan does, then you all laugh.
“Yeah,” you grin, “you’re really not your typical cheerleader.” At the mention of her field of endeavor, you all look at her uniform. Veronica tightens a bit but allows the stares. And you catch a glimpse between her legs. Something white flashes out from the shadow of her skirt and your lips go dry.
“I told you it’s no big deal,” she says a bit defiantly and you smell a good story. “My friends are more like the kind of cheerleaders you see on different shows,” she admits. “I’ve always felt a little uncomfortable there.”
“Really?” wants Harry to know in amazement. Veronica nods. “Well, why didn’t you say anything?” The girl points to her uniform.
“Because I didn’t know what else I wanted to be. Honey, you say yourself that you’re more on the fringes of the school, with the other…”
“Freaks. It’s okay.” Harry grins and even seems proud of it but Veronica suddenly gets serious.
“I’m not really normal either though honey. I might look nice, for my sake, if you all always say so, and yes, the uniform suits me, if you all always say so.” She wants to smile at first, but then decides against it and turns it into a somber expression. “But I could never relate to the world of my friends. All the parties, the makeup, the gossiping, even about you! They’re all hollow, stuck-up, self-absorbed girls! I don’t want anything from them!”
“We know one like that, too,” Emma says sympathetically. “Ask me about that one and I’ll tell you the story.”
“I mean, what was I supposed to do?” continues Veronica. “Leave the group and be alone?” Then she turns to Harry with a look that speaks to him and you on an instinctual level and freezes. Your primal urges are awakened at this and with pride you watch your little brother respond to his girl. “Do you actually know what it meant to me that you spoke to me?” It sounds almost like an accusation. “I never thought anyone would accept me other than those stuck-up bitches, and then there you are. Just like that! With that stupid grin on your face! And so confident! Fuck what were you thinking?” Veronica almost screams and you can empathize with Harry as he stares at his girlfriend. “What were you thinking? I’ve never been nice to you, even though we’ve known each other for so long. We go to so many classes together and I still never talked to you.”
“You asked me to do your homework once,” Harry stammers dazedly, and you move a few inches away from him to avoid the coming attack.
“See?” she shrieks hysterically and Harry can’t understand the world anymore. “I don’t deserve you Harry! Why do you even want me?”
“Because I fucking love you!” screams Harry now too, scared and completely confused. “Shit what’s happening?” He looks around at the crowd, but then turns back to his love. “Damn it Veronica I do love you! What am I supposed to say to that?” Then he takes a deep breath as he realizes he’s not really acting manly. “Honey, okay. Okay you’re mad at yourself. We can work on that if you want. But I don’t feel taken advantage of or hurt by you, okay? Yeah, you might not have paid attention to me before, but…” He looks to you, then back again, having learned, having gained experience, confidence and courage. “But it’s my job to reach out to you, okay? Somehow I always knew you were unhappy. And yes, maybe it’s my love for you, but… Fuck… Fuck Finn why am I saying this?” You just shrug though.
“Don’t ask me Harry. You’re doing great.”
“Veronica. I love you. You’re allowed to be mad at yourself, too, and not know everything all the time. That’s okay. But I know you love me and that makes me happy. I don’t care if you didn’t pay attention to me before. Okay, some would say you missed your chance with me, but I’m just not like that. And I don’t want to change either. You do me good Veronica. And I know you’re a good person. And Finn knows that too.”
“Leave me out of it,” you admonish him. This is something he has to get through on his own. “But he’s right. You’re a great girl Veronica.”
“Fuck…” she mutters, “Fuck.” You grin.
“But I also want you to keep your cheerleading uniform even if you quit the team, okay?” demands Harry, that mischievous grin on his face again, Emma slaps her hand against her forehead.
“Shit Harry…” she groans but Veronica smiles.
“I’ll have to turn these in if I leave,” she says dejectedly and Harry rubs the back of his head again. “But… But I’ll buy another one then… from… from another store. For… for nasty things.” Harry can hardly believe his luck. Finally Veronica picks out the next person and in the second it takes you see that she is just now really charged up. After this heartfelt but perhaps painful confession, she is looking for distraction. That’s fine with you, since Veronica is the only one in the group who has held back so far.
“Of course,” you giggle as her eyes come to rest on you. You beat Veronica to it. “I’ll take dare this time.”
“Brave,” Harry growls.
“Otherwise I’ll have to tell you all about what I’m going to do to my little sister when we get back home.” Megan blushes, but only a little, and certainly more from the idea then from shame.
“Maybe I’ll ask you that too” she whispers just loud enough for everyone to hear over the music.
“Good idea,” the red-haired girl giggles.
“Too bad I’ve already taken duty” you grin, but you also know that you’ve now opened a barrel that can’t be closed again.
“Let’s all admit it,” says Veronica and can no longer control herself. She is the first and at her words all the others follow her. “We’re all pretty distracted by your giant boobs Emma.”
“Hey,” she complains, but makes no sign of hiding. “I’m proud of my twins.” She sticks her tongue out and winks at Harry, who finally has an excuse to gawk like a cartoon hero with googly eyes.
“But why should only the boys have anything to look at?”
Aha. Here we go. Good girl.
“I don’t mind” Megan mutters and Emma good-naturedly turns her profile to her.
“Me neither” laughs Harry.
“Yeah yeah, I get it” replies Veronica snarkily. “So Finn. Take off your shirt.”
“What just the shirt?” snubs Emma. “I’m sitting here with my udders out in the open and you’d have a chance to let him present himself to us in all his glory.” She lowers her voice conspiratorially. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“True,” Veronica replies flippantly. “I guess I’m the only one who hasn’t seen him naked yet. So what? I’m more into muscular upper arms anyway. And when I hugged him today…” She looks to Harry. “Honey, listen…”
“Never mind honey,” the boy waves off. “It’s about time you caught up with the rest of us. Shit, even I was admiring his muscles.”
“Shit Harry,” you laugh, hooking your thumbs under your shirt.
“No,” Veronica interrupts you conspiratorially. “You know how.” You roll your eyes, but she has the right to demand that of you. Finally, you rise.
“Can I at least have music to move to?” But the girl just laughs and you shrug.
You try really hard to look sexy as you pull your shirt off your body, spinning around as the fabric brushes over your skin. It’s a different feeling doing it for Veronica and otherwise you either have help from your girls or just rip your clothes off for a quick fuck. Now you have to make an effort and make sure that Veronica gets to see your muscles and you manage to satisfy her.
Finally you turn around again, your shirt is on the floor next to your feet, and the air of the room is flowing around your upper body while you feel the looks of the others on you. As you move slightly, presenting your body, you see the admiring looks of Harry. Your little brother doesn’t seem to mind that his girlfriend is staring at you, but Megan has her eyes on you as well.
And then there is Emma. And she’s not playing anymore. With a glazed look she sits cross-legged, leans forward slightly to be closer to you and has one of her hands on her chest, pulling and tugging lightly at her nipples while her other hand rests between her legs on her pants. Just stroking her skin, her other hand remains still and just rests between her spread thighs over her pants. Still, of course, everyone sees it.
But the mood in the room has changed, you can see that. Emma is looking at you dreamily, Megan had a plan to sleep with you from the start anyway, and Veronica and Harry, though they’ve never experienced anything like this, are willingly going along with the escalations you and Emma bring up. You feel, and everyone else can see it, that your penis wants to free itself from your pants with all its might and the dull feeling of pleasure is not strange to you while you examine the faces in the room. It’s time for the next step.
“Okay,” you agree, sitting back down cross-legged, but leaning back far enough for Emma to see between your legs and Veronica to admire your shoulder muscles as you prop yourself up on the soft carpet. It’s even enough that Emma starts to move her hand between her legs and Veronica licks her lips. “Moving on.”
Harry flinches again as you look at him, but this time it’s because – like you – his cock is twitching wildly in his pants. His pupils – like yours – are dilated. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Am I the only one who takes dare?” you ask yourself, and Harry laughs nervously.
“I don’t necessarily have the interest in undressing after you. I can only lose at that.”
“True,” Emma agrees. That no one gets angry or hurt is a good sign. On the contrary, Veronica – after her experience and the knowledge that you’ve brought her closer to Harry – comes to his rescue.
“But you win with me honey.” The two look at each other gratefully. Then Harry turns to you.
“So?”
“ACM,” is all you say.
“What?”
“Ass-cunt-mouth.” Harry blinks. “Where do you prefer to stick it in with Veronica.” There’s no turning back now.
“I think I’ll think of some new questions” Emma laughs while Harry tries to get his heart beating again. “My questions are too chaste.” But her new friend is on the same wavelength as you and leans over to Harry.
“I’d like to know that, too,” she murmurs to him, showing her teeth. “For later.” Harry leans back, showing the world his tent in his pants, but doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are on his girlfriend but the expression on his face is an animalistic one. Your little brother can be different. He looks at you, has to be sure that he is not dreaming, that he is really here. Then he bares his teeth.
“Well,” he says, sounding far too confident for his fingers to tangle on the floor at either side of him. “It depends.”
“What does it depend on?” his girl asks quietly. Harry hesitates one last time, then shrugs.
“We’ve only had sex three times so far, after all,” he says, not sounding embarrassed, more greedy. He’s not embarrassed, which is good. “So far I’ve liked your vagina the best. Missionary position.”
“Boring!” exclaims Emma.
“I just like looking her in the eyes while doing it!” your little brother defends himself and you help him.
“I can understand that. Your face is quite a turn-on Emma” you say and your girl grins. “Especially when your eyes are rolling and your mouth is open.”
“I’d like to put it in your mouth sometime too” Harry then continues.
“Ugh!” his girl spits out, laughing. “I’d rather have him in the back… Oh…” Then she understands.
“Exactly” grins Harry cheekily. “I’m sure that’s what everyone wishes for.”
“That’s disgusting!” shrieks Veronica, but this time more amused and feigned indignation. She jerks her hands back, pretending she has to defend herself. “There’s no way I’m letting you do that. And that’s the end of the subject!” Harry looks like someone who has just been denied anal sex, which is exactly the case. You squint over at Megan, she was the first of your harem to let you in the back. She smiles absentmindedly. You’d like to continue reminiscing with Megan but your brother needs you.
“You know Veronica,” you begin like a wise old Hermit. “Anal sex isn’t so bad.”
“With your thing? Come on you would kill me!” the girl nags exaggeratedly, and Harry’s eyes widen.
“Hey,” you say soothingly. “I’ve seen his thing too. That would hurt you too.”
“Hey,” Harry says now too. “Nah, wait… uh… thanks… But I thought you wanted to help me.”
“I do,” you laugh, “and I do.” Then you turn to face Veronica again. “A lot of girls are afraid of it or think it’s gross, but that’s just part of the deal.” The girl puckers, but continues to listen to you reluctantly. “Men are wired differently than girls, we should all realize that. And that’s why we have the interest to put our thing in there. Besides, it has to do with the butt being an area you’re more protective of than your cunt. No offense.”
“That’s okay,” the girl says. “But I’m not a slut.”
“No, you’re not. But look at it from our point of view. Harry loves you, but competes with every boy who has ever been your boyfriend. Even if there haven’t been many. So it helps to know he’s the first one you’ve trusted so far.” Veronica nods.
“Harry, I may have blown someone, like, three times, okay?” She sounds cute as she opens up to him. “And sex I’ve had maybe twice.”
“Maybe?” Veronica smiles sweetly.
“With them, I didn’t know in the end. With you, I did.” That helps. “Honestly. Sex was never particularly important to me. And certainly not back there.” She wiggles her butt a little to drive the point home. “But with you, I’d like to try new things… Within tolerable limits, of course.”
“Anal is a killer experience,” Emma says. “And totally intimate. If you do it right. Finn is right when he says it’s a gift for the right guy. And with lube or spit, it almost makes you crazy to be so filled out. And so helpless.” Everyone sees Megan listening intently to the conversation, then blushes again as Emma fondles herself and touches her breasts. “Ask the next question… please”
“Okay. Veronica. Truth or dare” Harry says quickly to tear himself away from the glorious sight. Veronica makes it a few seconds later.
“Dare. No truth!” comes the answer quickly. “Truth!”
“Too late, I’m afraid,” grins Emma. “You said dare first. Besides, it’s time to get down to business.”
“To the… thing…?” But Veronica understands all too well, and no one objects. Harry considers.
“So you want to try new things, huh?” It comes across a bit cheesy the way he asks his girlfriend but like Harry, your thinking is limited and you desperately need to relieve some pressure. Veronica flinches and looks around for help. She doesn’t find any with you and instead you reach over to Emma and give her a quick massage of her soft boobs.
“Shit…” But Harry continues.
“We all saw you staring at Emma when Finn grabbed her breasts.”
“We all did!” the girl wants to defend herself.
“Someway, yes.” Harry grins devilishly and opens up further to the group. “But I have it on good authority that girls like to be dominated sometimes, too.”
“Guilty,” you say.
“Guilty!” whines Emma as you tweak her nipples. With a harsh giggle, she kisses you on the mouth until you push her away. Megan nibbles her fingers.
“I want to see you do that, too.”
“You want to play with my boobs?” the girl asks incredulously but her look betrays her. “Okay.” A sigh, a look around. You and Emma are already half naked. “Come on, then.” She stands up and takes Harry by the hand, wanting to lead him to the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” asks Emma, and Harry also holds his girlfriend back. She understands and gets redder in the face than her hair.
“Here?” she asks meekly.
“Here,” Harry replies in a strained but gentle voice. He starts shaking slightly again and you know the feeling of adrenaline shooting through your veins. Veronica looks around.
“But Emma only had to take off her shirt. And Finn…”
“We’re spiking the rules,” Harry says, looking to Emma and getting a thumbs up. All in favor. “Or are you saying you’re not wet between the legs?”
“Just one dare” his girlfriend admonishes him, “No extra truth.”
“Then take your clothes off.” Harry bristles. “Please.” You nod at him. It’s enough for one to be the monster here, and you quickly comply with the role as well.
“But sexy.” Veronica looks at you, stunned. Then realization settles on her face that this had to come eventually. “Your looks alone make this better than mine.” You wink at her, but also lean back to show her what reaction she’s getting from you.
“Come on,” Emma cheers her on. “You can do it! You’re sexy and you know it!”
At first it looks like Veronica wants to run out of the room. She’s standing in the middle in her cheerleading uniform, hands balled into fists, and her eyes keep darting to the door of her own apartment. But then she tightens up, pushes through her back and utters a silent curse. Her angry eyes turn first to you, then to Harry. And then she begins.
First she moves her hips, light and lanky. The music in the background is way too fast and doesn’t help at all, and Veronica looks up at the living room ceiling while her hips begin to gyrate. Her arms move up along her sides to almost under her breasts, then down again and back up. Finally, her annoyed eyes land on her boyfriend and you look to the side for a moment too, a luxury Emma doesn’t allow herself… and neither does Megan. Harry sits rooted to the spot, staring in fascination at his girlfriend’s embarrassed attempts to move for him, and he seems absolutely delighted. Even Millie and Claire could do a better striptease, but it doesn’t matter as you see the look Veronica gives Harry. She even makes a show of lifting her black and white top to show her belly before dropping it, only to hook her fingers under the fabric again. Then she wants to rip the shirt off her body and Harry is already gasping for air but you are faster.
“Not so fast” you gently admonish Veronica and she looks at you with honest interest. “Turn around, move your upper body and show us your back.” Veronica follows your instruction and turns around on her long white socks while her skirt flows around her legs. She quickly casts a glance over her shoulder. “Give us a smile, beauty” you grin and Harry almost swoons at the amorous but perky look she graces him with but completely ignores you. Then you can see the fabric of her top sliding over the skin of her taut back. Then she jerks her butt from side to side.
“Shit…” breathes Harry and Veronica giggles, but then continues. The music doesn’t bother her and everyone is just fixated on her while she keeps pulling her shirt up in place. Finally her hair falls over her bare shoulder blades while she lifts her arms and takes off her shirt. Briefly you can see the profile of her breasts but she is careful not to show them to you. And of course, Emma has distributed no bra for the girl as she gotten dressed.
“Now turn around, but don’t show us anything yet,” you say.
“I didn’t know you had so much experience with strippers” Veronica chuckles, but gratefully follows your request. For her first striptease she does not do badly and no one needs to know that you don’t have much experience either. For the people here you are the monster that can have every girl and there is no time for doubts now.
“Now lift your shirt until we see the undersides of your breasts.” You ignore her question and see Veronica start to pout.
“They’re so small,” she says, but doesn’t stop gyrating her hips and presenting her belly to you. The sleeves of her top fall over her body as she presses the shirt against her bust. Her belly button stretches with her breathing but her feet gently brush the floor.
“They’re beautiful just the way they are,” you think, “Right Harry?”
“God please…” the boy pleads and you grin in satisfaction. It’s not hard with him, that’s good. Veronica hesitates a bit, nibbling on her bottom lip, but then she manages it and lifts her shirt a bit. The fabric strokes her skin and you see how she enjoys it. You would like to see if her nipples are already as stiff as your elf’s but that will come soon.
“And now?” the girl asks as she shows you the little bulges that appear under the crumpled fabric. Harry can’t get his mouth closed, and glancing over at Emma you realize you have to hurry. Your elf has lost all control over her body and is massaging her breasts with both hands while her abdomen jerks forward.
“Now throw that shirt to Harry, in his face and when he pulls it down in disbelief he can see you in all your glory.”
“Yes do that!” hoarsely breathes your little brother.
“And all you others too” mumbles the red haired girl.
“And all the rest of us too, yes. And you like that Veronica. I don’t need a dare to know your panties are wet. Look around?” With her shirt in front of her body, Veronica spins around and sees Emma. And the cheeks of Megan are all red, too. You know her signs and if there aren’t dicks in pussies soon you’re going to have to listen to something at home. At the lake you were still inexperienced, that night down in the party room. Hardly any time has passed but now you have a new task. “You know how the evening will go on.” That’s all you say, but you finally speak the truth for all to hear. And Veronica nods. Then she spins around again, angles her arms, stands securely wide-legged, takes a deep breath, and throws her shirt at Harry.
Veronica has small breasts and her nipples and areolas are also small and pink. Her nipples are pale, just a few shades darker than her pale white skin, and stand out puffily and excitedly into space. All in all, she has cute, girly breasts and you can understand why that makes her nervous in a world of women. Emma, Megan and you have seen enough breasts in your lives not to be bothered by them and you know that there are many different shapes of breasts. But it’s not about you, it’s about Veronica who is now standing rather helplessly while Harry slowly pulls her shirt off her face.
The red-haired girl has already had sex with him, you know that. But now she’s standing there like a school girl who has to give her parents a really bad report card and that hurts you. That’s why you hurt Harry by leaning over to him and roughly putting your hand flat on his face.
“Hey!” he shouts, but doesn’t move. Everyone knows you’re now in charge of the group, and Emma and Megan, knowing what to expect, look at you excitedly. In this way, all the girls are alike.
“Veronica, this is not just about you,” you say sternly but patiently. Just like a teacher who wants only the best for a sad student. She looks at you with pursed lips. “You are a smart girl and you know yourself well, that’s why you get along so splendidly with your boy who loves and respects you.” Veronica looks over at Harry who looks like an alien victim with your hand on his face. “That’s the kind of thing you do so the other person can admire you.” But she doesn’t quite understand yet. That’s okay. “So don’t just stand there but show yourself to him.”
“Show him that you enjoy showing yourself to him,” says Emma too.
“He wants to admire you” whispers Megan and you almost have to laugh. It’s good to know that your sister is fitting in.
Wait, she’s just playing the shy girl.
You’re not thinking straight either.
Veronica thinks for a few seconds, looks down and feels her small breasts without paying attention to the others. Then her facial expression changes, she thinks for a moment, then she finds a solution. She nods at you and you take your hand away.
Harry literally rips her shirt off his face and his wild eyes immediately fix on the next piece of naked skin they see. Veronica is standing right in front of him and gets his greedy looks. But then they meet his girlfriend and change. Astonishment plays on his face as Veronica poses in front of him. It’s not a special pose but she has chosen – on purpose or not, you don’t know which would be better – a pose she clearly got from cheerleading and Harry reacts accordingly.
“Holy…” he whispers as Veronica maintains the pose. Arms placed at her sides, hands into fists, legs wide, her socks and skirt harmonize and blend into her toned, trained belly. Cheeky and proud, she stretches her breasts out to the world and her boyfriend, smiling a confident smile that is sure to spur her team on to top performance. She gives everything. Her body to all of you, her nakedness to you and her smile to her boyfriend. And she gets applause and is not embarrassed anymore and so much more. “My God you are so beautiful.” Harry shakes his head and Veronica looks at you happily.
“See?” You smile too.
“Okay. Truth or dare?” Now three out of five players are sitting bare-chested in the circle but you are the one who gets the least looks. Only Megan is pining for you while Emma has to restrain herself from grabbing one of the empty champagne bottles and mussusingit. But fortunately for you, Veronica is a changed woman and suddenly feels very comfortable in her naked form. This also benefits Harry who sits close to her and occasionally whispers a compliment in her ear like a teenager in love, which he is. “Megan.” Your little sister flinches and Emma and you attend to her.
“It was bound to happen eventually,” Emma says reassuringly as you stroke her thigh encouragingly. Unnoticed by everyone, you apply a little more pressure than usual and also move your hand closer between her thighs than necessary and the playfully confused expression on her face becomes a glazed voluptuous one.
“Okay,” she murmurs, looking to Veronica.
“I guess you all want to hear dare, right?” No one says anything, all wanting to protect the sweet, cute, helpless girl.
“It’s really fun” Veronica tries to help her. “Once you get used to it everything will be okay. Besides, your brother is right. It’s really great to feel all eyes on you and be proud of yourself.” Megan acts as if she has to get over herself, and you envy her stamina in not jumping on you right away.
“Okay then, I’ll take dare.”
“I’ll make it easy for you, too,” Veronica promises. “I want you to kiss Finn. You’ve never done that before, have you?” Megan looks at you and catches you both laughing, but manages to look like you’re suppressing your anticipation. Megan shakes her head.
“I’ve seen Emma do it… but…” She looks at Veronica. “Is it hard?” A good idea, warms up the other girl even further.
“No not at all,” she says happily, excited that she has done something good for the girl. “It’s really easy. And once you get into it, it just goes by itself.”
“And besides,” Emma says, “you’ll have plenty of opportunity to practice.” She winks at her comrade, and Megan gets very small. Then she looks at you.
“H-Here…in front of everyone. Right?” You nod.
“Those are the rules.” Then you rise and hold out your hand. Megan whimpers as you pull her up, but then she snuggles up to you as if on her own. “We’ll just pretend we’ve done this before, shall we?” This time Megan really has to grin.
“Okay bro.” She doesn’t call you BB, even though she has the same tone of voice as Millie.
“Come here,” you say tenderly but your throat is just as tight as with Harry. The evening is already advanced and what used to be a nice game, suppressing your lust for others, is now just a facade you keep up for Harry and Veronica. But the two of them are already sitting hand in hand while you turn your sister’s lithe body to face the group. There is no need to pretend anymore. “I’ve always wanted that,” you confess.
“To kiss me?” Your lips are very close and you feel her soft breasts against your chest. Your hands go wandering, careful, not too obvious but it’s clear Megan has been waiting for this all evening.
“Kissing you like this,” you say, raising your hands. “Kissing my little sister in front of everyone.” Your fingers move past her ears to the sides of her head, holding Megan in place as you take one last step toward her and press her against you. Then you gently pull her head towards you and watch as your filthy little middle sister closes her eyes and gives herself to you completely. She purses her lips and breaks her blissful smile. Then your lips meet and it’s like the first time.
Your relationship with Megan started out wild and uncontrolled, the pressure of years of restraint needed to come out and you wanted to keep that pressure off Millie. Today is different. Megan and you are suddenly alone in the room as you taste her flavor on your lips and have her scent in your nose. She whimpers softly as you hold her and your one hand moves down to her hip to keep her just with you. Then she breathes in surprise as your tongue strokes her soft lips. It’s a real surprise, joyful and a little scared, almost as if it’s her first kiss with you. You take the lead, holding your little sister as she leans against you, seeking help. Your arm holds her upright and pulls her close to you, then you lean back ever so slightly so that Megan has to stand on her tiptoes. Finally you grab her, bend forward again and have changed the angle so that you are almost at eye level. Her feet are folded a bit, brush over the carpet while she hangs in your arms and her soft lips press on yours wantingly.
As if in a trance, your sister tilts her head and the others can see the play of your tongues as she stops playing the shy sister. Still, it must be a good sight because you hear voices as if from far away and the impressed murmur of the others while you lead Megan and you through your ‘first’ kiss. You get all warm and feel the tip of your cock rubbing against your partner’s belly through your pants. Megan must feel it too because she moves her body up and down as if by herself and rubs against you while whimpering softly again.
Then you separate, but still hold her tight. Her eyes are twitching from side to side, her mouth is slightly open in a dumb disbelief and your hands have slightly messed up her hair but her pupils are dilated as you already know.
“All right?” you whisper softly over the music.
“Brother…” Megan presses herself against you again, wanting more. And you give it to her. For several minutes you kiss each other intimately. You caress the girl who nestles against you, caressing her face, but also grabbing her butt and her hip. Finally, you can’t stand to see her so needy anymore and gently push your leg between her thighs while she still eagerly sticks to your lips. When she feels the fabric of your pants between her thighs, Megan rubs against you all by herself, driving her hips back and forth and turning her whimper into a low moan. Then the moan finally turns into a panting. You’ve briefly released her from the beautiful prison of your kiss to let her gasp for air, and as your sister throws her head back and moans loudly but restrained, you catch a glimpse of the others and have to grin.
Emma has put a hand down her pants and you see the bulge her fingers are causing as she sticks them in her pussy. She has opened her eyes and is staring at you and your sister, in love and horny. You know the look she has put on all too well, but have seen it more often on Megan. The two have really switched places today and Emma looks at you triumphantly and with liberated, all-consuming lust as she fingers herself with vigor. You want to say something, but decide against it because Harry and Veronica are also all over each other, but are not yet as ready as your elf.
Veronica has laid herself over Harry and is doing the trick with her tongue while holding Harry who is trying to push his leg between her thighs. The two are still a bit awkward but Harry soon gets the hang of it and her moans mingle with the frantic breathing of Emma and Megan. You turn back to your wombat. Actually, her dare is already over, you must have been at it for more than four minutes. But that doesn’t stop you anymore. And neither does Megan.
“I love you brother.” Then she pulls you close again, all your liberated, not-so-shy little sister anymore, and kisses you again.
You don’t stop until Megan starts shaking on your knee. She looks you in the eye and you hold her tight as she has a small but intense orgasm through you while rubbing her crotch over your leg.
“Thank you,” Megan whispers. “Thank you for letting me do this.” A little peck on the cheek, then she steps away from you and you stand back up properly while supporting her. Your thigh is warm and damp, not to mention the panties Megan has on, but you can’t see. But you know your wombat. Then you clear your throat.
Then again, louder this time. Emma listened to you the first time, Veronica and Harry need a second reminder.
“Sorry,” your buddy mutters, and you think he means his totally indecent behavior. “We really wanted to watch, but then…” But he apologizes for being distracted.
“At least I don’t feel like a stripper,” you laugh. Next to you, Emma raises her head. You and Megan sit back down in the circle.
“Damn honey, you always kiss me like a bitch.” Megan and her have actually switched roles. With a few minor differences.
“Because you’re my slave honey” you grin, also trying your hand at the art your two friends are practicing tonight. Maybe you too can help Emma with her plan. “After all, our first time was quite tender.” Your elf looks at you in surprise at first, then takes it like a challenge.
“I know,” she whines, “What a waste.” Then she turns to Megan. “Kissed him first like a slut on a bench in the middle of nowhere” she confesses and Megan is shocked by this display. How could anyone do such a thing? “But I was so crazy about him, I couldn’t hold back. He said he wanted me and I just threw myself at him. Like a sexually depraved bitch!”
“I always thought the first time was supposed to be all tender” Megan mutters, blushing but giggling at the thought of the experience, or, as she plays, the idea of it.
“I don’t know about you little girl” Emma grins “but when my master takes me I feel complete. When he takes care of me, shows me what to do so I can prove myself worthy of him, that’s paradise.”
“Don’t give her any ideas,” you mutter, laughing, but understanding what Emma is trying to tell you. Now the only open question is what Megan wants to do.
“I’m sure there’s a little slut in your little sister somewhere who wants to get out and can’t wait to spread her legs for you.” What would be a capital crime with Millie can be said openly here, you have already experienced all that with Megan. And more.
“Is being a slut a bad thing?” she asks, forgetting to stutter at the nasty word. Luckily, the others are too distracted by her burning desire to notice anything.
“There’s something good about being a slut,” Emma says. “At least if you don’t overdo it. Guys don’t want girls whose body count is higher than the Army had in Vietnam. But sluts get dicks, too. Right Veronica?” The red-haired girl looks hurt at first, then grins.
“That’s right Emma. A slut like you must know that.” There’s no animosity in the air, very different from Vietnam.
“Exactly. And a slut like me gets a dick shoved in her now.” You’d never talk to Emma like that, and you see in Harry that he feels the same way. But apparently there’s something deep inside Emma, or maybe every woman, that wants to get out sometimes.
“If your girlfriend can be a bitch to you, it’s a compliment,” you say to Harry, but also to Emma. Then you have to lean back because your elf wants to sit on your lap. She almost makes it, but Veronica stops her.
“We’re not done bitch” she says sternly but Emma obeys and slides away from you again. “Megan, it’s your turn.”
“Okay,” says your sister eagerly. Now everyone is fired up and hot. But what Veronica and her friend don’t know is that Megan and Emma are working together. “Emma. Truth or…”
“Dare,” the girl says almost proudly. “That’s a given. This can only be good.” Megan shows her cute blush again and speaks again shyly but with an excited undertone.
“I know you made something for him on his birthday,” she says. You frown. Megan was there for everything that happened. So that’s going to be part of the plan.
“I did a lot for your brother that day,” Emma says, leaning toward you. Quite openly, she rubs her fingers over the bulge in your pants.
“One of them I want to see now” Megan confesses. “I want to learn.” Emma claps her hands excitedly and hooks her fingers into your pants. Your upper body is already naked, and you feel the tense relief at the thought of finally getting your fix now. But Megan is mean. “Not that.”
“Oh come on…” grumbles Harry, biting his tongue right after. “Sorry Megan. Your turn.” Veronica playfully smacks him on the arm.
“Because you guys are always talking about… S-sluts and stuff…” Megan turns to the group and her smile seems almost apologetic. She’s the only one playing a game, though. The rest of you are already so caught up in her web of lust that you would do anything for your little sister. And yet she is so sweetly shy. She brushes her hair behind her ear, can’t look at you and smiles liberated and somewhat arkwardly. “Can I see you…undressing in front of my brother? Like…to music…and stuff?”
“Megan…” you mumble, playing your part, but only a little. You know what it does to you when she takes her clothes off in front of you. But fuck, you want it. And Emma wants it, too.
“You don’t have to ask, Megan darling,” Emma hums, rising. Her breasts bob slightly under the bounce she has in her movements. “It’s only natural that a young girl like you wants to learn to seduce her brother.” Megan almost wants to run out of the room and Veronica giggles at the exaggerations, but your wombat holds her ground.
“I’m only a year younger than you” she mutters without looking at anyone. “But you’re always so cheerful…about it…”
“Have you been watching us?” you blurt out, actually forgetting the situation for a moment. “Megan you know I don’t like it when you expose yourself to images like that.”
“I’m sorry,” your sister whimpers and you shake your head in a daze.
This girl is driving me crazy. Shit I really need to fuck something…
“It’s okay” you grumble “But next time… shit… just… ask…okay?”
“Right” Emma intervenes, stepping up to Megan and leaning down to her. Then she presses her breasts almost into her face as she hugs her. As she straightens back up, she looks around the room searchingly. “Now I just need a shirt to put on so I can get undressed again for my fuck-sister.” She winks at you. “And for my master, of course.”
It’s done quickly, neither of you wants to waste any more time, and soon Emma is standing in the room with a shirt from Harry. Your little brother is beside himself with joy as he watches the girl sway to the beat of the music. With hand gestures but no words, Emma pushes you closer together so she can dance for you and Megan but so Harry can see something too. While Veronica moves behind him and covers his neck with kisses, you watch your elf slowly undress for you.
Where did she learn to do that, you wonder as Emma swings her butt and gyrates her hips. Her arms travel along her body and she presses the fabric of the long shirt between her legs, no doubt so Harry will have something to smell later.
“Shit, that’s hot…” you hear him murmur next to you and apparently Veronica has no problem with that while her hands are wandering on his body. You, on the other hand, can only see Emma smiling cheekily at you, then you feel two warm, slightly trembling hands on your cheeks.
Megan turns your head around and just before your lips touch you see the almost panicked expression on her face. Within her, all dams are broken and she can’t stand to wait any longer. Greedily she presses her body against you, her breasts press against you and her lips part for her tongue that explores your mouth right after. You close your eyes, block out the music and concentrate on your sister who demonstrates to the world that she is your partner. You feel her thighs against yours, grab her hips and pull her onto your lap while your kiss becomes more and more fiery. Low moans reach your ears, Harry probably feels the same as you but you also hear Emma giggling. Then Megan moans on your lap and you feel her rubbing her lap against your thigh. Shortly she has to catch her breath, interrupts the kiss and wants to say something but before she can form the words you press your lips on hers again and put your hands on her butt.
You’re not in a hurry but still your movements fly by while Megan rubs herself against you. Your rock hard cock presses against her crotch while she sits on top of you whimpering. Then she freezes just before you can come and you have to clench your teeth. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass under her thin pants, holding her firmly on top of you as your sister comes to a silent climax.
“Hhmpf…” you hear from a short distance away, and as you wrap your arm around the quivering body, you open your eyes again. It takes a while before you can see clearly and your blood rushes through your head as if under high pressure, but finally you can make out Veronica and Harry. Your brother has his girlfriend’s hand in his crotch, above his pants but the bulge under her fingers is clearly visible while the girl bends over his shoulder from behind. They both look to Emma and you follow their gaze. “That’s no way to treat a stripper,” you hear Emma say.
There she stands. Naked. Completely naked. Her feet are firmly planted on the carpet of the room and her toes are turned towards you, just like her body. Her breasts lift slightly under her breath, the song is over and her clothes are spread around her. Her shaved vagina shines a little in the light of the lamps and you see that her labia is slightly spread. You, like everyone else, can clearly see her swollen clit that you love to glide your tongue over. Emma presents herself to you without shame even if her gaze fixes only on you and her cheeks are slightly red. “Am I not enough for you?”
“Uh…” you just do and the only thing you can do with your body is stroke Megan through her hair while your eyes capture your naked girlfriend.
“And you Megan… hey, are you even listening to me?” She’s just playing her resentment, anyone can see that. But she’s also kind of right. She took her clothes off for you and you weren’t looking.
“Megan just came,” you say reassuringly, cradling your sister in your arms. “She needs a moment.” Then you kiss her on the cheek, ignoring the game for a minute and focusing on your sister. “It’s nice we don’t have to hide anymore,” you say and Megan smiles dazedly, leaning her head against your shoulder, her eyes closed.
“True enough,” Emma pouts, then taps her foot on the floor so her breasts bounce slightly. “But still. Your girlfriend got naked for you. You could at least praise me.”
“You’re his slave,” Veronica giggles, withdrawing her hand from her boyfriend’s crotch, who stares at her in panic. “He’s allowed to do that.”
“It’s complicated” Emma grumbles and Veronica giggles. She seems to like being able to spoil her friend while Emma, despite her efforts, comes up empty. “Crap,” grumbles your elf, thinking. Then she taps Megan lightly on the shoulder. “You do want to learn.”
“Yeah,” the girl mutters, shaking her head. “Sorry.” Then she looks at you in love. “I couldn’t help myself.” You smile. But Emma is ahead of you, following her plan.
“Come here, then.” And you see genuine surprise in your sister’s eyes as your slave pulls her away from you. “You want to know how to strip?” Megan just looks at her questioningly. “The secret is the other guy comes, not you.” Megan blinks, then gasps in shock as her naked fuck-sister spins her around and presents her to you.
“Shit…” mumbles Harry, stiffening a little as Emma guides her hands to the other girl’s arms.
“Don’t worry little one,” she breathes into her ear as she eyes you and Harry. “We’ll do this together. Harry, music!” The boy jumps up, nearly knocking Veronica over in the process, then rushes to the stereo and selects a track. “That’s it,” Emma grins as he sits back down with his friend. She playfully nudges him in the side, but then can’t take her eyes off Emma either.
You, on the other hand, exude genuine panic as the first tunes of the song begin. While Harry can blame it on Veronica, you sit there alone with a throbbing cock and strained pants about to cum while your little sister is being taught to strip by your elf. The two girls have their fun and Emma, actually inexperienced but free, shows Megan, actually experienced and finally liberated, how to move.
“Don’t” you hear next to you then, and the urgency in your brother’s voice is enough to make you turn your head. Or maybe you’re just glad to have some distraction so you don’t immediately cum in your pants like a pathetic teenager at the sight that presents itself.
Harry has grabbed his girl’s arm and is holding it away from his crotch. His girlfriend looks at him over his shoulder in puzzlement and even Megan frowns questioningly as she swings her body in front of Emma. His face turns bright red and he looks at his girlfriend, then at you.
“Not with his sister around,” he mutters, and it sounds like he’s wishing himself to hell for this misdeed. Veronica hesitates, but then understands and withdraws her hand. While Megan blushes again, this time out of actual affection for the gentleman Harry, Emma moans slightly annoyed.
“What is it with you guys?” she asks rhetorically but does nothing to objectify Megan further. Instead, she rushes up to them and pulls Veronica close to her. “Here,” she says somewhat defiantly, showing herself to Harry. “Look how wet I am.” Harry and Veronica look between your elf’s legs. “I don’t have time for these games anymore.” And by that she may mean her own game as she pulls Veronica up and carries her along. Then the red-haired girl stands next to your sister, both a little unsure of your slave’s domineering tone. “We’re going to get you both undressed now so we can finally get this thing rolling, understand?” The two girls nod, you and Harry looking at each other in disbelief. “And you two!” roars Emma. “You guys just look at us now, alright? Or are you guys a little bi too?” She winks and balances on that tightrope like she’s done nothing else. Your head like the one of Harry too snaps forward and Emma makes it easy for you.
The music couldn’t be less important as you and your little brother sink into the depths of the beauty that presents itself to you. It’s not so much the naked skin, although that’s a good part of the fascination. You’ve seen Emma and Megan naked often enough, and I’m sure Harry feels the same way about Veronica. And it doesn’t bother anyone that your eyes are on the three girls as well as on Harry, who even gasps when Emma pulls the jeans off the butt of Megan and bends her over so everyone can look between her legs.
It’s about the girls’ behavior, and you’re pleased to see that all three of them let themselves go. It’s the alcohol for Veronica, that’s okay, certainly the feeling of finally being reunited with Harry, truths spoken and confidence built. But for Emma and Megan, there’s another layer beneath showing her charms, not just to you but to the other guy in the room. Emma beams as she performs like a little whore in familiar, safe surroundings, giving free rein to her desires and enjoying being allowed to touch other girls. Meanwhile Megan is fixated only on you and her smile is so amorous and shy that you hardly recognize her. At the same time you know that it turns her on immensely to be your little sister, naked and wet, in front of witnesses and the world.
You see all this and you register it because you have practice in it. But you also see the bare skin, the quivering of her breasts, the wetness between the thighs of Emma and the greedy red that makes the labia of Veronica throb.
The three girls are also all over each other, moving around, giggling when their bottoms bump into each other or their hands slide over each other. They bend over, Emma and Megan with their big breasts, and even Veronica clasps their petite mounds and presses them together for you and Harry. She smiles at her friend, but then her eyes wander to you and you realize there is something else going on in her head.
As Emma and Megan press their bottoms together, squatting and gyrating their hips, giggling, Veronica leans toward you.
“Do you like them?” she asks but you don’t answer. Her brown eyes dart down and she sees the rise in your pants. She giggles with satisfaction. “Am I as beautiful as Emma and your sister?” You don’t need to answer this either. Veronica is getting from you what everyone else in the room, Harry included, wants from you and the thought that this girl with a steady boyfriend who loves her is still interested in you strikes you as absurd as it makes you horny as hell. Your blood rushes through your veins as the girl turns around and bends over, and then you see only her curling feet, the slightly bent backs of her knees, and her ass. She’s a little plump, just ever so slightly, not shaped like Emma or Megan but that doesn’t bother you or her. Veronica has her very own charms and as her fingers appear on the edges of her butt your jaw drops as it would with any other girl.
Veronica is just normal, the girl next door. And she’s a cheerleader. And she’s smoking hot, just like your other girls. You don’t try very hard, you only have eyes for the pink slit that curves further and further into a tight opening, but even in your drunken mindset you know that it’s exactly this normality that makes you go crazy for Veronica. It has become normal for you to sleep with the girls you meet. Melina, sure, you fuck her. Giselle, sure, even before Melina. Susan and Claire, as soon as you find the time. After all, you still have to fuck Maureen again. And Denise. And all the other girls in your harem. And Verena, of course, you’re gonna fuck her, too. You’ll fuck them all. It’s just normal.
Then a red waterfall of hair appears between Veronica’s spread legs, then the high forehead she’s so embarrassed about, then her shining eyes. This horny hot cheerleader knows you want her and she wants you too. And you don’t wonder why she wants you. You know the answer, just like Harry. Because you’re a damn good-looking guy with a harem of even better-looking women. Because your sisters, even if Veronica only knows one of them, want to fuck you, just like their friends and every other woman. Tonight you showed it. You’re the nice guy next door who helps the McKinleys with their homework and then fucks them, and the protector who takes care of Maureen and then fucks her. And by the way you fuck Denise your kitten and Giselle your slave and Emma your elf and slave and what else.
Next to you, Harry has his fingers down his pants as he watches Megan and Emma French kiss and your wombat tries hard to wrestle Emma to the ground but she’s the dominant one today, grabbing Megan, pulling her hair and holding her upright while she squints out of her eyebrows at you and Veronica.
Harry follows her gaze and you give him credit for not giving you a fist bump but just widening his eyes and watching his girlfriend present you with her spread cunt already twitching and glistening with lust in the light of the room lamps.
“You look incredibly good Veronica” you finally say as the girl sits up again and looks at you over her shoulder while her hands rest on her hips. She has some small problem areas on her butt but she’s a girl who willingly shows herself to you, that alone makes her an angel on this earth. “You have nothing to hide.” And the red-haired girl smiles happily.
“Shit…” you hear Harry mumble from between his teeth next to you, and even though you’ve been forbidden to do so, you glance over at your mate for a moment. Harry is weak, or actually he is strong, and above all intelligent, he has decided no longer to fight a hopeless battle and has freed his penis from his sweatpants. He jerks off even faster than in the water park and this time you can’t blame him either. But you also see how his girlfriend looks at him, you grab a pillow from the floor and throw it against his head.
“No,” you shout sternly. “Bad!” Harry laughs, Veronica giggles, but looks at you with an expression you remember from Emma when you were too stupid to return her feelings for you. You see the longing in her eyes and can understand it. Today the rules are suspended and it’s you who determines the laws of nature in the small apartment.
“Thank you Finn” Veronica hums and turns to you. Behind her, Emma and Megan don’t notice much of the conversation as they are in their own world, moving their hands down between each other’s thighs.
“What?” asks Harry in a panicked voice.
“You don’t jerk off to your girlfriend’s lap dance” you admonish him.
“Finn I’m dying here right now” your little brother whines and you feel the same way.
Harry has everything he needs. No one in the room would be angry if he grabbed Veronica and took her right now on the floor. And you could finally go to your two girls and relieve the pressure that’s been building up between your legs. But Harry, and even Veronica, look at you and the power intoxicates you.
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