Chapter 12

I was alone in bed when I woke a few hours later. The bed had clean sheets, which I presumed was Amara’s doing. Being alone disappointed me and not for the base reasons you might think. I mean, don’t get me wrong, waking up with your little sister’s lips around your cock is incredible. With Amara, however, it was more than that.

I would be happy to wake up with her in my arms every day, just to have that skin to skin human contact with another person who loves you wholeheartedly is something I can’t explain. With Amara, it wasn’t just lust. It was LOVE! I can’t think of any other way to describe it. It’s not something quantifiable. It just is.

As I led there, I thought about Laura and what I had learnt about how my commands worked. I hadn’t intended for the commands I had given Laura to become so ingrained. It was almost impossible to discern what was natural and what was the command. Just like when I used my powers to make mom accept the twin’s growth as natural, my power took it further than intended. There was a certain level of autonomy to my power that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with.

I had never wanted to use such fixed commands on Laura, but whatever the reasons were, it was done now. In the future, I would take more time and care when giving commands. Tailor each one to the person in question. With more care and attention to detail, I should be able to limit the amount my commands could evolve on its own.

It then dawned on me that the use of my powers and Amara’s could cause a few problems if they were noticed by my harem and by any others. I was lucky no one had noticed already. I wonder why that was? All part and parcel of Amara’s powers?

Rolling onto my side, I turned my attention to my missing bed companions, who I could hear downstairs. Dinner was being prepared. The bonding process with Amara and my new abilities had increased my strength and mental capacity and had impacted my other senses as well.

I could smell aromas more acutely; my visual acuity was far sharper, allowing me to see details at 15 meters that most could only see at 5. When I focused, my hearing was better too. It wasn’t a new discovery. It had just gradually improved since the bonding process started. If it were instantaneous, I would have been overwhelmed, unable to filter the important stuff from the background noise.

If you have ever been in a power blackout when everything cuts off? The silence is deafening. You don’t realise just how much noise your brain filters out as unimportant until it’s gone. Now imagine that in reverse.

While I could clearly hear the sounds of cooking, I could hear their conversations as if they were merely on the other side of the room. Amara was watching the cooking process with interest, asking lots of questions of my mother, who was answering the best she could. Laura had fit nicely into the family as well and was washing up as my mother cooked. I could discern all this from the kitchen and cooking sounds alone.

I switched to reading their thoughts, scanning each one. The twins were sitting at the table, messaging and checking Facebook on their phones. Elsa was still experiencing some pleasurable feelings of losing her anal virginity, while Elsie was equally unsure, nervous yet also excited about when she might lose hers.

It was easy to forget that they were still both only 14 and, by most society’s standards, still young girls. Their sexual maturity, however, was that of an adult, not a child.

I read Amara was fascinated by the cooking processes that had advanced so much over the last millennium. Laura was listening with half an ear as her thoughts were focused upon replaying the activities of the previous few hours. I felt contentment from Laura and some minor confusion over the depth of her enjoyment of giving and receiving pleasure from another woman.

Considering her confusion, I checked on the new command I added for her to accept any “sexual peculiarities” that might occur as normal. I verified that it had taken root and become as much a part of her as any other natural part of her mind, but something else drove that confusion. I noted that her confusion was rooted in a suppressed interest in older women. The command had implanted itself in those bi-sexual desires and had drawn them out and increased them. With sex, taking on a new meaning for her, she was discovering additional aspects of herself.

I knew that Laura and my mother had bonded on a deep emotional level after her arrival while I had been “dealing” with Laura’s ex. Mom had comforted her and helping her to settle into our home. She had done a much better job than I could have.

I think on some level, my mother saw part of herself in Laura. She turned up at my father’s door, scared, worried, and unsure of what the future might hold. Maybe there was also a slightly stronger maternal instinct, as Laura was only slightly older than Lauren. Although Lauren was an adult and had a level head on her shoulders, her absence was harder on mom than she admits. Laura helped fill that void slightly. She was not replacing Lauren, just providing a positive outlet for my mother’s desire to care.

Moving to more recent events, I checked my mother’s memory’s of last night. With only slight fuzz on the edges of her memory remaining, my mother had mostly recovered from her New Year’s Eve outing. She vaguely remembered calling a taxi, but after that, it’s all unclear. Some brief flashes of her journey home, entering her room, a mixture of horny feelings about wanting to get fucked. She was clearer about waking up briefly when I visited her in the morning and helped her back to bed.

I was glad for both her and my sake that she didn’t remember the events following her return and her journey into bed more clearly. I helped her into her room. She had some faded images of us talking, but none of her trying to seduce me into having sex. She had an alcohol-fuelled sex dream in which I featured heavily. Despite the reality and fiction all mixed in her alcohol hazed brain, she had passed off any sexual memory as part of her dream.

I was relieved that the remaining memories were vague, and that she had not heard what happened under her nose with the twins earlier in the day. If her feelings and memories were clearer, or she had heard us, it could cause a few awkward questions that I don’t think either of us wanted to have raised. Again, I was thankful for Amara’s discretionary powers.

I probed slightly deeper into her mind to search out the sexual feelings towards me that had surfaced the previous day. They were easily found as they continued to play upon both her mind’s subconscious and consciousness. Her subconscious needs were increasingly leaking into her consciousness, and they were growing in intensity.

In her drunken state, the prison walls of her mind had started to crumble just slightly. She tried to keep the feelings caged in a cell built from guilt, with guards of grief and fear standing watch. I was tempted to wipe all those away and allow her attraction to me to become naturally sexual.

However, I was still averse to using my powers to manipulate my mother that way and thought as the conflicting emotions pained her, she needed to work through them with little interference. Then I counter argued that would removing her internal conflicts be beneficial to her, and therefore be the right thing to do?

I let this moral conflict run in my subconscious while I dressed and headed downstairs. With my sexual energy now fully back to a decent level, I was more aware of my hunger. My stomach was growling, demanding food.

As I entered the kitchen, my eyes first met the eyes of the twins. Elsa squirmed in her chair as we looked at each other while Elsie blushed and bit her lip. Recalling their joy at now being women, I briefly envisioned them sitting in the kitchen in a baby doll or negligee. With that thought on my mind, I gave them both a cheeky smile and winked, that caused them to stifle small giggles that caught the attention of the other three.

I worked my way from right to left. I gave Laura a soft hug from behind and kissed her on the cheek. She leaned back into me briefly. Arising out of my earlier thought, I imagined it would be nice to see Laura teasingly modelling negligees around the house.

Moving briefly toward my mother, I wondered what her reaction would be to have the twins enter the kitchen in negligees following a few days of Laura and Amara doing the same. My lustful side loved the idea of the twins helping to raise the sexual tensions in my mother.

I would have to arrange a shopping trip to get the girls kitted out. I often found that a girl in lingerie, scantily clad or even just in short tight clothing, was often more arousing than them being completely naked. It would be nice to tease and have a bit of playful mystery around the house. Maybe it was that seeing naked women was so readily available now. Or perhaps it was just me. Either way, I was looking forward to a house full of women dressed to arouse.

I leaned over to kiss my mother on the cheek, but she turned her head at the wrong moment, which resulted in us kissing lip to lip. I was surprised that it lasted a second longer then her lips slightly opened. Without lips still together, I saw her eyes widen as well, hinting at her inner desire. There was a brief moment of tension between us, but it dissipated when I quickly laughed it off and moved over to embrace Amara, who sat on the countertop.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the twins look at each other. Each had a slight grin, an unspoken message communicated. Twin telepathy, as they say. I moved between Amara’s legs as we shared a long kiss, our lips locking in a lingering embrace. When we broke the kiss, the hug lasted a few seconds longer, during which my love whispered in my ear,

“She is now yours. She just has to admit it, and you need to pursue her more aggressively.” As I stepped back with a playful grin, Amara nodded to reinforce what she had whispered.

I turned to lean back against the counter as I realised she was not only signalling her support of me seducing my mother, but encouraging me into action. I was drawn out of my thoughts when Amara wrapped her legs around my waist and gently draped her arms over my shoulders.

“So, what’s for dinner?” I asked, eying up the ingredients being assembled.

“Your mom is making spaghetti Bolognese,” Amara replied.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never had it before,” Mother said, joining the conversation.

We continued to chat back and forth until the food was ready, and all of us sat at the table to finally eat around 7ish.

“So, what exactly happened when I got home last night?” Mom asked after dinner was finished.

The twins had been sent upstairs to wash and get ready for bed while Amara, Laura, my mother, and I sat in the lounge with the TV playing in the background.

“What do you remember?” I asked.

There were definitely moments she probably didn’t want to be reminded of.

“I remember most of the party, dancing with a few people. I remember getting in the taxi with the help of one of the more sober attendees but not the journey home. I may have just passed out in the taxi. After getting out of the taxi, everything else is just the occasional blurry snapshot until this morning when you came to see how I was. Even that’s hazy.”

I followed the narrative by looking at her memory as she thought through the night before. It really was a mess of clouded memories brought about by what seemed to be an alarming amount of wine and shots. Yet they were not as sketchy as she explained them to us. Images of the party and various details were clearer than she admitted to herself or us even.

Same for what happened when she got home. There was one image where she recalled pushing her dress off her hips while pushing back against me, trying to seduce me. That jail cell with the two guards of guilt and fear had imprisoned that moment, labelling it as a fantasy, not something that had actually occurred. She was passing it off as a dream, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t, but refused to admit it.

With that insight, I replied, “Well, I heard you struggling to get in and had to open the door for you. You were pretty blasted. Getting you into the kitchen, I convinced you to drink as much water as possible, hoping it might soften the monumental hangover I knew you were going to have.”

I could see the regret, embarrassment, and even guilt on her face as I recounted the event of the night before.

“I helped you upstairs and into your room, at which point you passed out on the bed, so I pulled off your shoe; you only came back with one, pulled your covers over and left.”

I left out the undressing and attempted seduction, allowing her mind to keep seeing that memory as a vivid fantasy. She was feeling bad enough, as it was without being reminded of her loose inhibitions.

“When I got up in the morning, I just wanted to make sure you were still with us and found you worshipping at the porcelain throne. I helped you back to bed with some water and aspirin, and that’s pretty much it.”

“Uhhh, I’m never drinking again,” Mom said.

“That’s what I said last time I was drunk ... and the time before that ... and the time before that...” Laura said, trailing off.

We carried on watching TV and chatting until about thirty minutes later, and Mom announced she was going to check the twins were in bed and then go to sleep herself.

“Oh, before you go, I’m wondering if we could all go into town tomorrow. School starts again in a few days, and I need to do a bit of shopping. I thought you and the girls could all go off together while I sort myself out,” I said.

“Sure, I don’t see why not. The twins seem noticeably taller every day, so a shopping trip would be good.”

She looked me up and down.

“You look like you’re filled out recently, too.”

She was right. The twins weren’t the only ones whose chests had noticeably grown, albeit differently. The bonding process has caused me to pack on muscle at an impossible rate. My T-shirts, in particular, had become tighter across the chest and around the arms. I had what I would call athletic build before, but was heading into the ripped category now.

“We could head out around 10?” she replied as she paused at the bottom of the stairs.

“Cool,” was my reply.

“You know you could have a lot of fun if you came clothes shopping with us,” Amara said suggestively after Mom disappeared up the stairway.

“I might catch up with you and hold you to that, but I actually have a few things I need to do.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll keep you ‘entertained’ till he finds us,” Laura said while leaning close up against Amara.

“Mmm, I’ll look forward to it,” Amara murmured as Laura swept aside her dark hair and softly kissed her neck.

Having read my thoughts from earlier, she winked and added,

“And we can pick up some naughty things for teasing Thor.”

“Now that sounds like something I wouldn’t want to miss,” I teasingly laughed.

“I’d love to go on a shopping spree to help you pick out some sexy clothing, lingerie and other sexy things.”

I moved in and mirrored Laura’s movements on the other side of Amara’s neck, drawing soft sounds of pleasure from the sexy genie who had changed our lives so much. Knowing my earlier thoughts, Amara playfully added as she reached back to touch the bulge,

“Hmm, we could even get a few sexy things for the twins.”

“Oh, we’re taking the twins with us for sure,” Laura added.

Amara playfully replied, “From the twitch I just felt in my hand; he likes the idea of the twins prancing around the house. We might even find a few items for Eira.”

We played around for a little, but with my now sober mother upstairs, we restricted ourselves to kissing and some heavy petting. I gave Laura an extra-long kiss, along with a cheeky grope of her ass as she left us to sleep in Lauren’s room. We had to keep up appearances, after all.

Once Amara and I were in bed, lying in each other’s arms, I asked her the questions I had about my mother and the moral dilemma I was having in dealing with her. I explained all I had learnt in the reading of her mind and various things I was considering. I just laid it all out for her and then finished by saying,

“I love my sisters and Laura, but I feel different with my mother. For the twins, it’s mostly fun and curiosity as they explore their newfound sexuality. I imagine as they mature, that will change. Laura had the emotional maturity to love, but right now, she just wants to catch up on everything she missed while stuck with her ex and without the complexity of emotions.”

With my mother, there is that lust, but there is also the need for an emotional attachment on a deeper level. She lost the first absolute sole love of her life, and she wants to feel that love again. I want her to feel that again. Any girl I add to my family or harem will be more than just a sex slave. I want there to be a personal and emotional attachment rather than something purely physical.

Amara was intently watching me. I tried to explain,

“I can’t predict the future. I don’t know who else I might add to my harem. But I don’t want my commands to dictate their lives completely. I want them to live a full and meaningful life while still being mine. If it is at some point where they become unhappy with their part in life with us, I’ll do all I can in my power to help them re-enter society as a free person and achieve their dreams.”