Chapter 39

“Is that tattooing real or body paint?” an astonished Teresa asked.

“Oh, the tattoos are absolutely real,” I replied, grinning.

“How could you do that to her, Z? What an asshole thing to do!” Lisa said.

Lisa’s face reddened in anger. Molly clenched her fists. Anger was building on the veranda. This was going to be a massive storm, and I was letting it build. Doris Alex and I had just brought a naked, blindfolded Hanna back up from below. Hanna had yet to see what I had done to her body. No one besides Doris Alex had seen it. Her lack of angry F-bombs was probably the only thing stopping me from being battered. Then again, my Siblings trusted me completely. So to them, this must have seemed like a bewildering betrayal.

I instructed Hanna to spin around slowly, giving my assembled women the full view. Hanna had a pot of gold vagina tat, with a rainbow curving and rising up her belly, then crossing one breast and over her right shoulder. Clouds scattered across her chest, with the sun peeking through between her breasts. The rainbow continued down the back of her shoulder before disappearing into angry clouds with lightning and rain. Further below was a woman mounted face-first on a bondage X-cross. Just below that, where a tramp stamp would go, was an ‘owned by Z’ license plate of sorts.

“Seriously, Brother, will this all wash off?” asked Maggie.

“No, it won’t wash off. It is real tattoo work. Isn’t the artistry amazing?” I replied.

Tears were running down Molly’s face. “Oh my god, so this is permanent?”

“Finally! Someone asked the right question. No, it is not permanent. It will go away after a couple of weeks. These are real tattoos, but not permanent. They are just below the skin, but only the first layer. They won’t wash off, but as the top layer of skin regenerates, it will disappear.” I laughingly explained.

“So Doris Alex’s isn’t permanent?”

“No, and a lesson for all ... what happens in the dungeon is not permanent.” Doris Alex said.

“Dammit, Brother, I thought you had lost your mind, and we were going to have to kill you! And I thought poor Hanna’s life would end up ruined.” Molly said, wiping away tears.

Teresa and Lisa were hugging each other. I felt bad; it had been a mean trick, and yet ... instructional.

Doris Alex was laughing hard. “We got you all!”

I was being pummeled by fists from all sides. Poor Hanna had tears wetting her blindfold and a face that had gone from scared to worried to curious. “Guys, let me see!”

We hustled Hanna into my expansive bathroom, which included a dressing room with multiple mirrors. When I removed the blindfold, Hanna took it all in; her jaw dropped. Initially stunned, she smiled and hugged me. “Thank you, Master. It is beautiful! I will wear it with pride for the weeks to come. But yes, I am glad it is not permanent. I still want a tasteful ownership tattoo from you somewhere on my body.”

“When you get back from your Brother tour, we can discuss it.”

“I want one too,” said Molly.

I looked at her in surprise. “A permanent one?”

“Yes Brother. A small, permanent one.”

From around the bathroom, nods all around, even Lisa. “Let me think about it.” I said. I closed my eyes and thought as I smelled the fresh ocean air combined with the sweet flower scent. My young women were talking among themselves pleasantly. Maggie and Molly each slid into my sides, lifting an arm to wrap around themselves. With their scent and touch, my mind drifted back to the events of last night.

When Doris Alex and I came upstairs from our dungeon adventure, we found the twins asleep in my bed. The sheer white panels on the canopy bed fluttered in the light, cooling breeze. Even asleep, they reeked of sexiness. One twin nestled into the other’s back. In the low light, I could not tell who was who. I kissed Doris Alex and sent her to her room with instructions to bring Hanna back with her to me in the morning.

Sliding into bed, I draped my Sibling’s shoulder with my arm, feeling her more well-developed upper body muscles from years of softball pitching. I knew it was Molly. I expected to fall asleep quickly, but I accidentally woke Molly, which woke Maggie. As they stirred, my twins ignored me! Molly climbed up on Maggie, mouths engaged, tongues flitting around and around. Identical breasts smashed together. Molly spread her legs wide over Maggie. They were putting on a show, but Molly was also inviting me to join, wiggling her ass.

Neither had even touched me, but I was ready to go. I climbed on, fitting my knees between Maggie’s closed thighs and Molly’s widespread legs. A new position for me, but blistering hot as hell. I made it work, lifting Molly’s hips with my hands, then sliding my cock into her from behind. She was wet; I wondered if they had really been asleep at all or had been playing, then feigning sleep when I arrived.

Molly moaned into her sister’s mouth as I began slamming in and almost out. Instinctively, I slid my hands under Molly to use her breasts as handles, but her breasts pressed hard against her twin’s. I grabbed Molly’s hair with one hand, pulling her body up and back, using her hair as reins. As I forced her to arch her back, I grabbed a breast with one hand, then released her hair and mashed my fingers into the other.

Now that I had my handholds, I slammed forward, Maggie enduring our combined weight. Back and forth I went, the twins struggling to suck face as I banged our bodies forward and back. My thumbs and forefingers wiggled between their breasts and found Molly’s hard nipples. Check that, my right thumb and forefinger had Maggie’s as well. As I continued to thrust, I twisted hard with both hands. Molly’s walls spasmed around my cock, both women screamed, and I exploded into Molly. I collapsed onto Molly; her body pressed into a forced hug with her twin. I bent my head down, found Maggie and kissed her, but I saw her growing discomfort bearing the combined weight of her sister and me. With my cock still happily buried, I found this new position fun.

But I lifted up, giving Maggie a chance to breathe. When I saw her panting and recovered, I pulled out and grabbed Molly under her arms and carried her forward, planting her pussy on her sister’s face. Maggie must have gone to work immediately, sucking my spend out of her sister as Molly moaned and grabbed her own breasts.

I spread Maggie’s legs wide and kneeled between them. I slipped two fingers, then three, into Maggie’s dripping wet pussy. With difficulty, I managed a fourth finger. I used my wet thumb on her clit, sliding back and forth. With Maggie’s erect nipples pointed straight up and available, I suddenly had an inspiration ... clover nipple clamps. I had seen them in the BDSM crate Maggie bought for us. Scrambling to get them, I pulled my fingers out, returning quickly with the clamps on a chain.

I had briefly tested them before. Devious devices; the harder you pulled on them, the tighter they gripped the nipple. Maggie only groaned a little when I attached them, but her mouth was buried in pussy. When I tugged firmly on the chain, her excited squeal was muffled. Hey, I knew she liked nipple play; she had twisted mine viciously back the night they had tied me down in Iowa.