Chapter 11

“Your turn, Bro. Truth or Dare?” Becca asked me now.

“Truth,” I answered, feeling a bit more candid.

“Do you feel affection for all five of us?” my sister demanded to know.

I looked at the five cuties who already teased and tantalized as well as flirted with me, all of whom had been physically intimate with me. I naturally felt no shortage of love for Becca, her being my own sister. Heather wormed her way into my heart in stages while we became fuckbuddies. Melanie charmed me by a combination of servicing me so enthusiastically and making it clear intentions that pleased me to no small degree in terms of open marriage and other such delights.

Janine, for her part, had surrendered so abjectly to me that she was irresistible. Her brazen and unconditional submission and servitude was very pleasing to me. She knew how to appeal to me with her cooking as well, to say nothing of that massage business.

Then there was Paige. Any woman who would gladly take Heather as her lover and agree to be her bride won major brownie points with me. I wanted Heather to have romance in her life as well as friendship with benefits, after all. The fact that Paige declared herself my girlfriend and was such a good friend to Becca sealed the deal for me.

In a word, “yes,” as I told them, “I feel various forms of affection for each of you, for different reasons and in your own unique, personal ways.”

Every last lady in the apartment walked right up to me, except for Becca, who was already on my lap. Every last one of them had tears in their eyes. This was an emotional watershed for each of us now. For a moment, at least, we were past fun and games. We had been raw, open, vulnerable, and dare I say, intimate, with each other now. I had confessed my true and earnest feelings for them all.

“That’s good, Bro, because we all love you. Trust me. As much as we might pick on you and each other, you’ve ... stolen our hearts, and we all liked and lusted for you already. I think that I speak for all of us ladies here on that score. We love you, babe. Count on that,” Becca now embraced the role of spokeswoman for the ladies in the house.

“Doesn’t mean no teasing, though,” Paige added with a wink.

“Fair enough. We’ve all done our share of fooling around, fun and games so far in this extended sleepover of ours ... it is OURS now, isn’t it?” I concurred.

“Oh, it’s definitely ours now, honey. You’ve claimed one of us as a fiancee, another as a love slave, a third as a girlfriend, one of us is your fuckbuddy, and the fifth is your own sister. You’ve been truly, formally adopted as an honorary member of our inner circle. Kinda necessary since we’re all quarantined together, anyway,” Becca told me, making me really take notice.

My sister had just called me “honey.” She had used an endearment that she largely reserved for Eddie and any previous boyfriends.

That was a very big fucking deal.