Chapter 38

Although the massive magnitude of the orgasms and sexual energy I’d absorbed from the cum-denied Emily had almost short-circuited my brain, physically, I felt like the Energizer Bunny. So, after only a few hours of sleep had given my mind a chance to recharge, I was wide awake much earlier than usual. Since it was only three am, I was missing my usual morning wake-up call of a warm, wet hole being wrapped around my cock. Instead, my early-morning wood was trapped against my stomach by Amara, who had fallen asleep on top of me.

I was tempted to wake up the sleeping genie draped over my body with some early morning sex, but she looked so peaceful that I couldn’t bring myself to disturb her. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind and would be totally into it, but that wasn’t the point. Maybe mom was right, and I had been spoiled by having so much wet and willing pussy on tap 24/7. Although I was pretty sure my sisters viewed it as them having access to unlimited cock on tap 24/7.

Maybe I ‘should’ work on my self-control, and try to rein in my libido to a manageable level. I could always just use my powers to switch it off completely, but I wanted to try and do this myself. I closed my eyes and spent a few minutes trying to clear my mind with some steady breathing.

Having Amara’s spectacular body pressed against mine didn’t make it easy though. The warm, silky smoothness of her skin, the pillowy softness of her breasts, and her lightly floral-smelling hair were all serving to distract me. However, with some inhuman willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I managed to cool my libido and clear my mind. The significance of my fading hard-on wasn’t lost on me, I doubted that any horny sixteen year old guy in bed with a girl had ever convinced themselves to stop being horny.

Still reluctant to move from Amara’s embrace just yet, I idly traced random patterns across the soft skin of her back while casting my mind out to check on the other members of my harem. Closest were the twins; their naked bodies pressed closely together beneath their bed covers. A brief brush of their memories showed me they had spent several hours driving each other to ecstasy before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Across the hall from the twins were Lacey and Pip, the younger blonde’s head resting on Pip’s chest. Like the twins, they had indulged in their sexual desires before bed. They had been more restrained than the twins, but had still worked up a sweat and left Pip’s ass a warm, rosy red. Then again, few women, even those enhanced by my cum, could match the excitable energy and enthusiasm of the twins in the bedroom. Between the two of them, they could even wear me out!

Further down, and back across the hall, was Lauren and Emily’s room. The cum-atose nymphomaniac was still slowly recovering from her massive string of consecutive orgasms following a whole day of cum denial. Lauren was gently cradling her petite, punky lover, holding her head to her own breast like a mother might her baby. Lauren had gently roused Emily to feed twice already, the exhausted Sub staying awake just long enough to nurse for a bit. Like all my girls who could lactate, Lauren’s breast milk had restorative properties that would help her sub recover faster than sleep alone.

Which, with how rough Emily liked to be treated in bed, was a good thing. She would never have to deal with bruises, scrapes, and scratches lasting more than a few hours. Looking in from the outside, if you didn’t know any better, it would be easy to mistake their relationship as dangerous or abusive.

Their relationship was still very new, and I hadn’t expected my search for a suitable mistress for Emily to end so soon, or for it to lead to my older sister. The way they, and the rest of my girls, all formed pairs that fit together so perfectly make me wonder if there was something more at work than just luck. It was hard to argue with the results though, so it wasn’t really worth worrying over right now.

Still choosing to use the master suite in the guest apartment, my mother and Laura were sleeping soundly, with my mother playing the big spoon to her shorter lover. Under my mother’s loving care and attention, Laura had really blossomed since joining my harem. It wasn’t only a one-sided change either. Laura had helped Mom adjust to being in a relationship again, and helped fill a void that had been empty for fourteen years.

I would have been content to simply relax in bed with my genie until it was time to get up for school, but with my sex drive currently under control, my appetite was making itself known. With no small measure of reluctance, I carefully extricated myself from beneath Amara. She protested slightly, but I pulled the covers up to tuck her in and kissed on the forehead, and she settled down.

I grabbed a pair of joggers and a t-shirt and slipped out, closing the heavy bedroom door quietly behind me. I used the family bathroom to keep sound to a minimum as I went about my morning ablutions. Rather than order room service like I usually did, I decided to head down to the restaurant, which was staffed twenty-four hours a day. A quick flash of my gold V.I.P room key was all it took, and in no time at all, a pretty, if slightly tired, waitress placed a six egg, steak, ham, and cheese omelette in front of me.

Sarah Foster, 18, not a virgin

Height - 5’5”

Weight - 46kg

32C - 30 - 32

Health - Good, Insomnia

STI - Negative

Relationship Status - Single

Orientation - Straight

Working this shift I wasn’t surprised to see that she had insomnia; it must really mess up her internal clock.

“Let me know if there is ‘anything’ you need,” she said, visibly perking up when she saw that she had a cute guy to serve rather than some stuffy businessman.

She put a lot of emphasis on the ‘anything’, and bent over far more than she needed to when she set my plate down, putting her breasts at eye level, the collar of her shirt falling open slightly. She wasn’t a beauty queen hot, but she had some serious girl next door vibes going on. She wore simple makeup, had big blue captivating eyes, and blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her uniform consisted of a tight pencil skirt, black tights and a crisp pressed white blouse that did a decent job of showing off her figure, and a short black apron around her waist. Again, she wasn’t a supermodel by any means, but she was far from unattractive. Her broad smile was pretty, warm, and inviting.

“Well now that you mention it, a blowjob while I eat wouldn’t go amiss,” I said with a gentle push of power.

“Of course Sir,” she replied before dropping to her knees, and crawling beneath the linen covered table. She made quick work of pulling my baggy jogging bottoms down and going to town on my dick.

I devoured the perfectly cooked omelette and washed it all down with a big glass of orange juice, while Sarah diligently worked my cock beneath the table. The blowjob from the pretty serving girl was amateurish at best, but she was enthusiastic. As I finished my food I fed her my load, and was impressed that she actually managed to swallow most of it, only a few drops escaping around her tightly stretched lips.

She crawled out from underneath the table, taking a moment to straighten her clothes and re-tie her ponytail. I tapped the corner of my mouth when she looked up at me and she swept up a missed drop of cum. She seductively licked the cum from her finger before giving me a smile and returning to her duties.

As I watched her go I decided to do her a favour and tried to cure her insomnia. With my power showing me what to tweak in order to correct the problem, it was a pretty simple fix. I also reduced her gag reflex so that she could deepthroat more easily, and planted the seed of an idea that it might be something she wanted to try. Hopefully, some future version of Sarah would be a cocksucking connoisseur, and make whatever guy she ended up with very happy.

Returning to the penthouse, I was kind of at a loss at what to do next. It was still a couple of hours until people would start to wake up, so I needed to pass the time somehow. I was very tempted to slip back into bed and fuck Amara senseless, but even though she was a sex genie, unlike me she couldn’t get by on only a few hours of sleep.

I decided to go in and check on Emily and my sister, to see how Emily was doing. I was able to sense that Lauren was still awake after having recently breastfed Emily, and that Emily herself was deeply asleep once again. I was gentle with the door as I didn’t want to wake the rainbow-haired Sub. My sister Lauren was sitting up against the headboard, gently stroking Emily’s multi-colored hair which wasn’t in a braid for once. She looked so small and innocent, sleeping like this. It was hard to believe that this petite, delicate looking girl was the same energetic, spunky nymphomaniac who didn’t care about what others thought of her.

My older sister was wearing a pair of long, loose, cotton PJ bottoms with a matching camisole top. Said top, however, was currently bunched around her waist, leaving her big milk-filled tits on full display. It was endearing to see how caring and protective Lauren was of Emily. It was nice to see the gentler, more loving part of their budding relationship on display. The past couple of days, including the twenty-four hour orgasm denial period, had been heavily favouring the pair’s more intense sexual proclivities. It was reassuring to see this other side of their relationship.

“Hey sis,” I said quietly when she looked up at me, giving me a soft smile.

“How is she?” I asked, sitting on the edge to bed next to Lauren.

“Tired,” she answered after giving me a quick kiss.

Lauren brushed a strand of hair from her lover’s face, then carefully moved Emily’s head from her lap to the pillow, and pulled the covers up over her.

“She’s lucky to have someone like you to look after her. You look like you’ve grown rather attached to her,” I said quietly.

“It is something like that I guess. It’s like- I don’t know how to explain it, but it just feels natural. Easy. Like I’ve found a part of myself.” After glancing toward Emily and tenderly stroking her cheek, Lauren added,

“Her feeding from me makes me feel so much closer to her. I don’t think I’ve ever grown so close to anyone else this fast before. It’s amazing how far we’ve come after such a short period of time.”

She paused, and her expression morphed into a mischievous, lustful look.

“But you know what would really perk her up?” my sister said, swinging her leg over my legs to straddle me.

“Hmm, what’s that?” I said quietly after a long kiss from my sister, her still bare breasts mashed against my chest, a few small drops of milk leaving wet spots on my shirt.

She just gave me a sexy grin as she slid down my body pulling my joggers off, and laid flat between my legs. With a saucy wink, she took hold of my cock and ran her wet warm tongue all the way from my balls to the tip of my cock.

She kissed the tip briefly, then took my nine inch cock to the root in one go. We both moaned as my cock stretched out her throat. Her moan made her throat tighten and vibrate around my cock in all sorts of delightful ways. I didn’t try to hold back my orgasm as my sister deepthroated my cock. My older sister was one of the most experienced cocksucker in my harem, and her blowjob was a world apart from the amateur efforts of Sarah.

It seemed that a penchant for sexually dominating their female partners wasn’t the only thing the women in my family shared. Their natural talent for sucking dick almost seemed to be hereditary, and I was lucky enough to be their preferred piece of man-meat.

Having recently emptied my balls, I enjoyed a luxurious fifteen minute long blowjob from my sister that led to a toe-curling orgasm. I groaned a warning of my impending orgasm as Lauren was jerking my shaft while sucking on my balls. She immediately took my cock back into her mouth and vigorously bobbed her head until I came.

My first shot fired right down her throat filling her stomach with copious amounts of cum. She pulled back until her lips were sealed around the tip of my cock, filing her mouth with jizz until her cheeks bulged.

She pulled back and sat up, and I fired four more thick blasts of cum over my busty sister. The first two hit her square in the face, covering both cheeks and her nose, a few drops hitting her lips. The third painted a thick line across the top of her chest and ran down to her nipples, and the final three painted her tits directly.

Without swallowing and with cum still dripping from her face and tits, my sister crawled over to her snoozing sub. With her palm on Emily’s cheek, she gently pulled her lower lip down with her thumb. Emily instinctively parted her lips and sucked in my sister’s digit. Her tongue shot out and swirled around like she was trying to drink from Lauren’s boobs again.

Lauren leaned forward and replaced her thumb with her tongue as she started to make out with Emily pushing my load into her mouth as she did. Emily responded by instinctively drinking it down. With my sister’s mouth, now empty of cum, she broke the kiss and looked down lovingly at the punky babe.

Her eyes slowly opened and she smiled softly at my sister’s cum-streaked face. She lifted her head to softly kiss my sister then took her face in her hands and licked the cum from her face. A few quick cum flavoured kisses later and my sister offered up her cum-glazed tits. Starting with a drop precariously hanging from my sister’s nipple, Emily licked up every drop, and washed it all down with a few quick pulls of milk from each breast.

The two girls then switched roles, and Lauren was now the one drinking greedily from Emily’s almost comically oversized tits. Emily had always been busty considering her small frame, but her new DD’s looked disproportionately massive on her slender, barely five foot tall frame. My older sister was only a few inches taller than Emily, so her own new DD’s fit her slightly more athletic frame a bit better, but they were still pretty damn big, being closer to an E-cup than her previous D-cup.

I left them to enjoy their early morning meal of cum and milk, and headed back out to the lounge. I was surprised to see my mother sat at the table working on her laptop, despite the early hour.

“Someone’s up early,” I said coming up to stand behind her, leaning in for a kiss.

“Mhmm, I could say the same.”

There was a carafe of freshly brewed coffee on the table so I helped myself to a mug. I generally wasn’t much of a hot drink kind of guy. A bit blasphemous of me, I know, a Brit who didn’t like tea, but it’s not like I didn’t enjoy the occasional cuppa. I just preferred to start my day with some fresh pressed oranges rather than coffee or tea. I made an exception this time though, because whatever coffee the hotel was using was incredible.

“So what are you up to?”

“Just looking through some stocks. I’ve been neglecting them the past few days.” She said.

“Oh, that reminds me,” I said, grabbing my bag from where I had dropped it the day before. “I need you to sign these. They’re the forms that let Amara extend her stay at school and with us” I said, handing over the forms from Miss Amber.

“So, did you talk to your sisters about Ruby, like I told you to?” She asked, closing her laptop and looking through the paperwork I had handed to her.

“Of course I did. They seemed really excited about the idea too. A little nervous because they don’t want to do something wrong and mess up their friendship, but I promised we would all make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“And are you sure all of this isn’t just an excuse for you to get back at Ruby for teasing you all these years?” She asked, a glint in her eyes.

“Maybe a little bit” I admitted, “But that’s the thing! Apparently Ruby has been crushing on me for ages, but she promised the twins she would wait. Before Saturday became a party, Elsa and Elsie had invited Ruby over with the express intention of her fucking me!”

I omited the part about the twins’ deal with Ruby that they had to have fucked me first. It wasn’t important, and I didn’t want Mom to worry about Ruby saying anything to anyone. Besides, Mom was the first one to tell me that the twins were in love with me since before they even knew what the word meant. I guess I had just been too dense to notice it. Some of it might have to do with not expecting my little sisters to want to bang their older brother, but to be fair, us men are simple creatures. We need flashing Neon signs, loudspeakers, and pyrotechnics to clue us in. Subtle hints will never work.

“And those?” She asked, pointing to the diary and hard drive I had pulled out of my bag as well.

I explained what I had discovered at Ruby’s house while my mother flicked through ‘borrowed’ diary.

“Since the twins are a little nervous, I thought maybe these could provide you with some insight so that you could give them some pointers.”

My mother was quiet for a minute as she skimmed through a section of Ruby’s diary. “Just based on what I’ve read so far, it seems to me that Ruby could be far more submissive than either of us thought. Obviously she was a bit of a tease, but before all of this started, I never would have guessed she was into such things.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty kinky deep down. I really had to hold back from just fucking her on sight earlier.”

“That reminds me, what was it Elsie said earlier?” she said fixing me with a stare.

“Something about an orgy you started at school.”

Oh crap. I was hoping she had forgotten about that. She didn’t seem too happy when the twins mentioned it earlier.

“Yeah, um, things might have gotten a little bit out of hand,” I said, nervously rubbing my neck.

Now that she knew, there was no way out of telling her what had happened without using my powers on her, so I gave her a quick summary of events, sparing her the intimate details.

“Thor. You can’t just go around starting orgies en-mass whenever you feel like it.” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

‘Actually, I can’ was what I almost said, but I managed to catch myself before it slipped from my lips and made things worse.

“You might not think you need to graduate anymore, which you absolutely will be doing by the way, but that doesn’t mean you can jeopardize other students’ education!”.

“It was only one lesson! Besides, I made sure all the younger kids were kept out of it, no one was forced into anything, they just did what they didn’t have the freedom to do before, I even made sure that nobody got an STI or pregnant! Except one person who really deserved it...” I added that last bit under my breath.

Unfortunately for me, I had forgotten that all mothers come fully equipped with standard features like super hearing, eyes in the backs of their heads, and a sixth sense for when one of their kids had been naughty. As soon as I said it, I knew straight away that I should have stopped at ‘pregnant’, as my mom’s eyes narrowed and her head snapped up to stare intently at me.

“Mostly?” Mom said, her voice had a strained edge to it.

“Just that evil bitch Cathey.”

“Cathey Prince? The pastor’s daughter?”

“She deserved it! Her reputation, as the good girl princess is all just an act. But really she’s just a cruel, manipulative, racist bitch who likes to bully everyone she can. She’s a real nasty piece of work.” I informed my mother.

“So, I made sure that she will soon have that entitled look wiped of her stupid face and be the talk of the town,” I said slightly smugly.

“And what exactly do you mean by that?” Mom asked, the hard edge still in her voice.

“I made sure she got fucked by every black guy in the school, and I ensured one of them would get her pregnant. Just imagine the scandal when the pastor’s daughter, the head of the abstinence club shows up to school pregnant? Plus, her parents might not admit it, but they’re just as racist as she is, so when her baby turns out to be half black it will really knock her off her pedestal.” I explained.

“Fix it,” she said quietly. “You are going to fix this, first chance you get!” she said more forcefully. I could tell she was struggling to control her voice.

“What, why?” I argued.

“Thor, just- just promise me that you will fix it as soon as you get to school. Stop the pregnancy, it’s only been two days. Put a stop to it before it even starts,” she told me, keeping her voice measured.

“But-” I started.

“Thor, I need you to do this ... For me,” she pleaded. The conviction in her voice made me pause.

I was fairly put out and slightly confused. Cathey deserved a reality check after all. But given that I had purposely set things up so my mother could give me honest opinion and advice, maybe I should listen. This type of feedback was exactly what I has asked for, whether I liked it or not.

“I can understand that you wanted to get back at her, but with powers like yours you need to think about the consequences of your actions. Once she gets pregnant, that would make school incredibly difficult for her. Not just because she would have to take time off school, but because of her peers’ reactions, especially her closest friends. How would the school itself react? What would this all achieve?” she paused for effect.

“Then there’s her parents, both of whom are devoutly religious. How would they react to their daughter having a child out of wedlock, without even knowing who the father was? Their reputations and their relationship with their daughter could be irreversibly damaged. How do you think they and her father’s church would react to either the pregnancy or an abortion?” I knew she was asking these questions without expecting an answer.

“Then there is the child itself. You said she and her parents were somewhat racist? While I’m not certain that is the case, for the sake of argument, let’s say it is. How will they react to Cathey having a black child? If what you say is true, then I doubt they will care for the child. Will they keep it out of obligation and merely tolerate the child, or do they put it up for adoption? And what of the child’s life? Will they grow up in a family who blames them for the damage to their reputations, or grow up feeling that their own mother and grandparents didn’t want them?” She paused, watching my expression carefully.

I knew she was right, and that I hadn’t thought this through. I hadn’t really thought much past humiliating her. The perfect little good girl, church-goer and head of the abstinence group becoming a teen mom.

My mom gave me a sympathetic smile and reached out to squeeze my hand.