Chapter 24

“So, I was thinking,” I started as I left the bathroom.

“Careful,” my mother teased as we stopped three or four steps shy of the door.

“Since there isn’t really enough room for everyone at home, why don’t we just stay here until we find something more permanent?”

My mother stopped and thought for a moment.

“What about school?”

“We can just drive or get the bus to school. I know there’s a bunch of students who live in Oxford, and even further away,” I answered.

As our school was one of the best public schools in the country, some parents who were insistent that their children got the best education would send them to our school even though the commute was an hour or more. The school had a reputation that rivalled a number of expensive boarding schools and academies, including all three Lacey had attended.

“That’s still an extra 45 minutes each way, an hour if there’s traffic. Plus, with the twins’ cheer practice and ballet classes, that’s another two round trips. That’s a lot of extra driving that I really don’t feel like having to do”.

“I know it’s not ideal, but it’s the best option I can think of. There really isn’t enough room at home, and trying to make it work is just delaying the inevitable. Plus, there’s always public transport, Uber, Taxi’s and even private hire. Don’t forget, Emily, Pip, and Laura can all drive too, so they can all share the responsibility.” I countered.

“I guess that could work. I’ll need to go home and pick up some more clothes and other bits though,” she mused, more thinking out loud than anything else.

“I’ll have to take the twins too, just so we know what still fits. All three of us are going to need new underwear, and your sisters will need a whole new wardrobe,” she said, cupping her new, larger, milk-filled breasts.

“Why don’t you take Emily to help you? You two haven’t really spent much time together, plus you could swing by her old place and pick up anything she needs. Oh, and Pip’s suitcases are still in Lauren’s room, and Amara’s things haven’t been fully unpacked either.”

“I guess it would be nice to get to know her a bit more, especially considering I remember shoving a rather large strap-on up her ass last night. I’m also pretty sure we ate each other out at least a few times...” As she trailed off, my cock stiffened as I caught glimpses of my mother’s memories from last night.

“So, with you and Laura having a special connection,” I started saying, but was interrupted.

“Special connection, is that what you’re calling it? We’re lovers, Thor” Mom corrected me.

“Okay, since she is your lover, are there any particular features you would like me to enhance or change in her?” I asked.

“Not really. I fell in love with Laura just as she is now. I think you should check her over like you did to me though; make sure she’s healthy, but other than that, no.” she answered, before continuing.

“You could ask her if she wants to change anything about herself, but I think she’s perfect as she is.”

With that, my mother went off to get ready to take the twins and Emily on a clothing run, I used my mind’s powers to quickly locate the rest of my harem.

The twins had just stepped out of the shower, each wearing nothing but a fluffy white towel. Elsie was sitting on the floor between her sister’s legs, while Elsa was perched on the edge of the bed behind her, running a brush through her twin’s long blonde hair. Elsa’s own silky blonde hair was still wet, but had been pulled back into a quick ponytail.

Emily and Pip were soaking in the large hot tub-style bath in the master en-suite. Even though it was easily large enough for ten people, they sat nestled together. Pip was laying back against Emily, with her head resting on Emily’s large pillowy boobs. Being the newest members of my harem, the effects of my magical cum hadn’t had as much time to enhance them as it had in the other girls in my harem. As a result, the pair felt the strain of last night slightly more than the others.

Laura was busy in the kitchen, piling a mountain of empty plates and bowls back onto a service cart. I guess the girls had woken hungry, much like I had, and ordered breakfast. She was wearing a thin, tightly cinched silk robe that barely covered her ass, as well as the black stockings from the night before. I was glad she still had them on, as her already fantastic legs looked even better wearing them. I would have to ensure that my harem had an extensive supply of lingerie to wear.

I made my way to the master bedroom, where Amara continued to doze. Flat on her back, one arm across her belly, with the other curled above her head, she was still sleeping soundly. She smiled and cooed contentedly in her sleep as I softly kissed her and pulled the covers from her waist up to her shoulders. It was a crime to cover such perfection, but she needed the rest, and I didn’t want her to get cold and awaken too early.

I was back in the main lounge when the twins emerged, and I got my first proper look at them since the orgy. A few questions I had been holding onto finally got answered. First, it was immediately apparent that, once again, they had experienced an impossible overnight growth spurt. While not as drastic as the first time, they had gained a further 3 inches in height, pushing them up to 4’11”, now just 1 inch shy of 5 feet tall, and just a few inches behind our older sister.

Their breasts had grown too, but like with their height, to a lesser degree than before. While still a C cup, they had swelled up to be right on the cusp of being a D. They could probably comfortably wear a D-cup depending on the style and brand.

So now I could reasonably assume it was the orgy that had caused their growth. It didn’t appear to be a one-off either, and the amount they grew wasn’t the same every time. Since none of the other girls had experienced anything similar, it seemed likely that it was due to our shared blood. Our Mom appeared to have undergone a different set of changes overnight. While not as drastic as the effect on the twins, she looked noticeably younger. It was while I was watching the twins and wondering how much bigger their tits would grow when it happened. For the second time today, my new power manifested and revealed another unexpected ability.

I had wondered how much further the magical growth would take the twins, and if their genetically predetermined height limited it, or if it would exceed that. As I pondered these great mysteries, I felt a slight drop in my power reserves, and suddenly the twins both had a ghostly silhouette overlaying them. The ghostly apparition showed the twins as fully grown women. I instinctively knew it showed them at 19, 5’10”, with DDs, and the same slender build they had now.

That same instinctive knowledge also told me I was seeing was only a possible version of the future. If they continued to live as they had, they would grow up to look like these tall, blonde, busty bombshells. If they changed their lifestyle, say, giving up physical exercise and becoming gluttons, the image of their future self would change. Although, given the qualities of my cum, becoming overweight or unhealthy was pretty much an impossibility for as long as they remained as part of my harem.

I let the image fade, and the draw on my energy ceased. ‘I guess that answers the question about whether the twins would inherit Mom’s high or not.’ I thought to myself. The overlay had shown two stunning, tall, busty blonde beauties, still as identical as they are now. It looked like they would be turning heads and breaking hearts left, right, and centre.

“Hey, Bro, you’re looking all big and hard today!” Elsie said, pressing herself against my new taller, more muscular body as I bent down to hug her good morning. I had grown more than she had, her taller yet still petite 4’11”, tiny against my more muscular, and taller, 6’2” frame.

“Ooh, it’s not just your body that gotten bigger,” Elsa purred, her hand slipping between the gap in my robe to stroke my recently enhanced penis.

“And it’s getting even larger!” She exclaimed, my cock swelling to full hardness in her tiny hands.

“It’s definitely bigger.” She cooed, using both hands to stroke all 9 inches of my suddenly rock hard cock.

Being as intimately familiar with my cock as she was, it’s no surprise she noticed the extra inch my vanity had driven me to add.

“You can do that?!” Elsie asked in awe, having trouble deciding whether to look up at me, or down at my big dick.

“Will this even be able to fit inside us?” Elsa asked, her mouth practically salivating at the idea.

“I’m sure it will, but we should probably check, just to make sure,” I said with a grin, my little sisters mimicking the expression.

“Elsa, stop teasing your brother. I want to get our shopping done before the shops close early. You can play with Thor’s dick later. “ Mom said with slight exasperation.

Despite her love of being a good little cum slut for her big brother, the lure of going shopping for new clothes won out. I mean, it’s not like I wouldn’t pass up the chance to fuck every inch of my cock into her tight little body when she got back. Maybe I’d even add a few inches, see just how much she could really take.

Once my mother rounded up the twins and Emily and disappeared out the door, Laura, Pip, and I spent a few hours relaxing in the lavish apartment. We watched some TV, but as there was nothing much on, we chose a film on Netflix. Then I ordered popcorn and drinks for the room. After liberating one of the king-size duvets from a spare room, we all cozied up together in the lounge.

As it was a film I had seen before, I spent most of the time getting to know the girls better. Our conversations grew more involved to the point where the movie eventually became background noise.

It was nice to get to know them on a more personal, non-sexual level. The past few days with Pip, Emily, and Laura had been so sex-focused that I had never really taken the time to just chat, hang out, and chill with my girls. ‘Netflix & chill’ where the chill wasn’t a euphemism. I enjoyed getting to know them on a personal level, learn about their childhoods, their motivations, and their dreams for the future.

There were no sexual undertones, no innuendo laced foreplay, just heart-to-heart and honest conversations. It was just a guy and two girls relaxing, chatting, and building their friendship. I learned a lot, so I felt so much closer to my girls on an emotional level. I could see in their minds that they felt the same way too.

So far, my relationships with them had been primarily physical, which was great, don’t get me wrong, I loved the sexual aspect—but getting to know them, like really knowing the girls, added depth to how I felt about them and our relationship. Moving beyond just a couple of hot and sexy harem girls, but to someone I had a deeper, more personal relationship with. I felt that a stronger, emotional bond would result in a greater amount of energy per orgasm with each girl.

Pip had yet to decide what she wanted to do in life. She was a keen photographer, though, and wondered about pursuing it as a possible future. At our insistence, she loaded up one of her online portfolios and put it up on the Smart TV to show us some of her work.

She was good. Really good. She seemed to have a natural eye for composition, lighting, and framing, and had even taught herself a bit of Photoshop. Personally, I preferred her raw, unedited shots; I felt they did a better job of displaying her skill with her camera. She had a knack for capturing rare moments of natural beauty, the kind that most people didn’t even notice.

“These are amazing. Really.” I said.

“Yeah, you’ve got a real eye for it. I can take a pretty hot selfie, but that’s about it,” Laura said.

“Thanks. I’d love to do some weddings and maybe travel one day, try some photojournalism. I’ve never had the patience for wildlife photography. Spending a week in a dirty hide just for one good shot? No thanks. I much prefer people and places.”

I had known Laura the longest, and already had a decent understanding of her life’s story, and it wasn’t a pleasant one. Since joining my harem, however, and especially since finding a partner in my mother, she was like a different person. She was now confident, self-assured, and enjoying life. Turns out that waking up surrounded by people who love and respect you made a world of difference.

She had spent far too long, waking up every morning and dreading going to a job she hated, working double shifts just to pay rent. Only to then return home to her lazy, unemployed, dirt bag ex, who couldn’t satisfy a woman even if he had a 500 page manual and video tutorials. Now, she had a beautiful and caring woman she loved, a family of people who appreciated her, and had mind-blowing sex multiple times a day. With none of that negativity weighing her down, she was much happier, healthier, and full of life.

Also, I learned my mother had started to teach her a bit about managing finances and trading. Mom had been trading and building up a small stock portfolio for several years, and had shown Laura the basics of reading reports, picking out the trends, and when to buy and sell stock. Listening to Laura talk, I could see how happy Laura was spending the time with my mother, and how much she was enjoying learning from her. At the rate things were going for her, Laura could probably take over managing my family’s, or rather my harem’s, finances from my mother before too long.

As my harem grew, my mother would probably need to delegate some responsibilities to one of the other girls, or maybe even hiring a personal assistant. She was only one woman, and looking after 4 children was a lot of work, to say nothing of her son’s rapidly expanding harem. Obviously, any PA she took on would need to be hot, young, and look great in business wear.

We talked for hours about everything from our childhoods to our dreams for the future. We discussed our favourite films, books, musical tastes, and guilty pleasures. When Amara woke up, still a bit groggy but okay, we ordered room service for lunch and enjoyed a meal together. Despite having only existed in the modern world for less than a month, Amara seemed to have developed an entire personal backstory, covering the last sixteen years, complete with government records and official documents. She had her own opinions on topics that I knew for a fact that she had never actually seen or heard of, other than what she had seen in my mind when we first became bonded.

This was all part of her innate djinn magic, allowing her to integrate into any situation and culture seamlessly, much like her cleaning powers and ability to keep even the loudest of sex confined and discrete. Abilities for which I was immensely grateful, and if I was honest, a little jealous of.

Within my growing harem, I had the ability to exert control over our lives in a number of ways, although I didn’t feel the need to desire to do so. However, once school resumed, and I went out into the world with my new powers, I would lose some of that control. My chief concern was the steps I might need to take to ensure that people wouldn’t question the twins’ and my own unnaturally fast growth. For Amara, blending in with society was a natural and effortless part of her being, but I felt doing the same for myself and my sisters might take considerably more effort on my part.

Pip was in the middle of telling us a story about her childhood pet cat that ran away when my mother returned, trailed by the twins and Emily. I was about to ask where all of their clothes were, as none of them had any luggage with them, when two bell boys dragged in a pair of luggage carts stacked high with suitcases and shopping bags.

After unloading the mountain of bags, cases, and boxes into an empty corner, my mother gave both boys a generous tip and sent them on their way. Neither of them noticed the amount my mother had tipped them, as both were a little distracted by all the beautiful women in the room. Their regular clientele usually consisted of arrogant businesspeople, stuck-up trophy wives, or wealthy aloof widows, not a generous blonde bombshell, her hot daughters, and a handful of other cute girls. They very nearly tripped over their jaws on their way out the door, which closed with a soft ‘click’ behind them.

“Um, when I said I was thinking about staying for a while, I was thinking about a few weeks, maybe a month or two, tops. This looks significantly more ... long-term,” I said to my mother while staring at the seemingly excessive amount of luggage.

“Hardly,” she scoffed.

“We did some shopping, too. This is just basics for eight people, for different occasions, to last up to a month.” she said, before narrowing her eyes and continuing.

“There would have been a fair bit less shopping if someone didn’t keep changing people.”

“How is that my fault?” I demanded.

“Well, for one thing, none of my bras fit properly anymore. Also, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, your sisters have shot up over half a foot and nearly two whole cup sizes since Christmas, so nothing of theirs fits either. We had to stop in town to buy what we could, but most places were closed. I’ll need to take them shopping again after school tomorrow to get the rest.” Was her only slightly annoyed reply.

I could see in her mind she wasn’t actually upset with me, just annoyed at the waste of time and perfectly good clothing.

“Well, at least we’re already in Oxford, so shopping will be easier,” I said, trying to find a silver lining.

It wasn’t entirely all my fault. Well, aside from her breasts being bigger, that one was on me. But I had had no direct, intentional effect on the twins. That was Amara’s doing. It was all her and her sex genie magic.

“Don’t worry Thor, you can pump me full of your magic cum and make my boobs bigger whenever you want. Especially if it means I get new clothes,” Elsa said, thrusting her perky chest out at me.

“Me too! You have to make sure we still match, after all. And if you give Elsa big milky boobs like mom, I want them too!” added Elsie.

So I guess the twins had learned about mom being able to lactate now. I might have to get a few more details about their shopping trip, and exactly how the twins found out.

“No! Absolutely not! I’ve only just brought you new clothes. I won’t have you growing out of them the same day!” Mom barked at the twins, although I felt it was directed at me. Both of my little sisters pouted and looked like they were about to argue before I spoke up. Hopefully, I could defuse the argument before it began.

“Well, I hope you brought everyone’s Sunday best because we’re going out for dinner, somewhere fancy. I found an upscale place just outside of Oxford with a great reputation; it even has a Michelin star!

This announcement incited an eruption of excited squeals and quick babbling chatter from the girls as they all rushed to locate their luggage, no doubt intending to spend the next few hours trying everything on while complaining they had nothing to wear before choosing one of the first things they had tried on.

I left them to it, but pulled my mother and Amara to the side for a quick chat. I wanted to tell them about Lacey, and get their thoughts on how I should proceed with her.

I explained how we met and my first impressions of her, but skimmed over the sex, as the details weren’t relevant. I talked about what I had learnt about her upbringing, losing her mother, her distant father, the boarding school episodes, and finally, what I realised when I looked deeper.

“She had a great childhood; loving parents and a happy home. She was a normal, sweet, kind young girl. Clever, funny, and with an innocence to her that made her well liked and popular at school. After losing her mother, she adopted this hard shell of a personality to avoid dealing with her emotions. She felt she had to, because she didn’t have the support her father should have provided.”

Amara was the first to speak.

“It sounds to me that what she needs is a family who loves her and allows her to grow. Her father seems to see her as more of a burden than a responsibility, so I can’t see him being much of a problem if you wanted Lacey to join us. Besides, if she is as skilled with her tongue as you claim, she’ll fit right in.” Amara said with a mischievous look on her face.

I turned to my mother, who had a thoughtful look on her face. “I’m inclined to agree, but wouldn’t be so hasty in making any sort of permanent decision just yet,” she said after a moment of contemplation.

“As Amara said, adding her to your harem seems to benefit most parties. That said, grief is a complicated thing, with many hidden and inexplicable facets to it. If he loved his wife as much as I loved your father, you need to look a little deeper and consider how his pain is warping his thinking and colouring his actions towards others, particularly Lacey. I was lucky enough to have your grandmother and all four of my children to help me through my grief, but even so, I ended up shutting myself off emotionally for quite some time, as you know. Don’t jump to the conclusion that he doesn’t love his daughter and will not miss her. Clearly, he is disappointed in her about what has happened at these schools, but I suspect he still loves her deeply, possibly far deeper than either of them realise.”

My powers had helped my mother embrace her newly reawakened feelings and emotions, and start a new chapter of her life, but as she spoke, I heard some grief in her voice. I was glad to see that her thoughts were of fond memories of her life with my father, rather than lingering on his death. I suspected that the grief would always be there, but was now focused on remembering the good times rather than the tragic end.

Then I saw within her mind, the love she felt for me, that it was well beyond that of a mother and child, and I felt a deep warmth blossom in my chest. In both mind and spirit, I was her new man, and that she now had two life partners in Laura and I. Plus, she now had a new type of relationship with her youngest daughters and the other girls in my harem.

“I’m going to speak to her father first. No matter what happened to his wife, I can’t imagine any reason, grief-stricken or not, to abandon your equally grieving teenage daughter so harshly and for so long,” I said with a conviction that even surprised me.

“You’re right though, Mom. I’ll need to be careful not to come on too strong, and watch for signs that he still loves Lacey, misplaced as it may be.”

“Well, why don’t you invite her to dinner tonight? She can get to know the girls, and it will give me a chance to get to know her a little too. Get a read on her and maybe find out how she feels,” Mom suggested. Amara nodded in agreement at the idea.

I’m glad I had my mother and Amara help guide me through situations like this. It was comforting, knowing that they would help keep me grounded going forward. It would be all too easy for someone with my abilities to get carried away, or to feel himself as being above others, and to take their lives entirely into his own hands, regardless of what is best for the person or persons involved.

Hubris is a dangerous state of mind for political and civic leaders, projecting upon others the faults they themselves possessed. And they never had any magical, reality-warping powers at their disposal. You need only to look back in the history books to see the dangers of one man raising himself above others. I was glad I could rely on such amazing women to keep me from falling into such a state.

Philosophical musings aside, Mom was right; inviting Lacey was a good idea. She was right about meeting Lacey’s father, too. I needed to hold my hubris in check and find what was best for Lacey, with no personal investment swaying my decision. I liked Lacey. She had something alluring about her, and I knew could help her.

Not just myself, but my harem too. They could give her the sense of family she had lost, and offer all the emotional support she would need to deal with her grief and strip away the hard exterior she had created to protect herself from her guilt and grief. Already, after only just one morning spent with her, she had started to let that hard shell fall away.

But, if there was a way to reconcile her with her father and allow them both to build a new relationship, and grow closer together, could I deny them that just to suit my desires?

My consultation with Amara and my mother now concluded, I stuck my head through the bedroom door to tell the girls that I would be back soon. As I did so, I drank in the beautiful sights in front of me, for already the room was messy with discarded clothing, and all the girls were in various stages of undress. They were so involved in their tasks that they hardly reacted to my announcement that I would be leaving for a while. I doubt they will even realise I was gone until they eventually decide what to wear. As far as fashion was concerned, my opinion didn’t hold much value.

Descending three floors down, I arrived outside the suite Lacey shared with her father. With a quick cast of my mind, I confirmed Lacey was inside, and that her father had yet to return. I knocked on the solid wood door. After a few seconds, Lacey opened the door.

“It’s about time. I’ve been waiting for my food for over-” she stopped mid-sentence.

“Thor!”

“Hey beautiful, how would you like to come to dinner tonight, with the rest of my family and I?”

“You mean with Miss Freyjadóttir!” She gasped, her eyes going wide.

Oh, right. I had forgotten that was the story she still believed. I hadn’t seen her as much more than a fun way to restore some energy at that point, so rather than explain the truth, I ran with it for a while. If she joined my harem, I would peel back the illusion. Giving her the basic harem commands should smooth it all over. She seemed to miss the fact that I said “family and I.”

“Yeah, and a couple of her entourage,” I added as an explanation for Pip and Emily’s presences.

“I’d love to! Oh my God, what do I wear to meet a fashion designer?!”

She gave me a tight hug before she leaped out of my arms and ran to her room to dress. I followed her inside, closing the door behind me as I did.

It took over an hour for Lacey to get ready, but it was a process I enjoyed watching. She went through several outfits, modelling each one for me before stripping down in front of me with no hesitation. I guess after a fucking like rabbits earlier, nudity wasn’t an issue. Most of her clothes were still in her suitcase, but she had a few more expensive dresses hung in the wardrobe.

When she declared she was ready, she posed a few times, and I can honestly admit she looked stunning. She was dressed in a midnight blue dress that shifted to an array of purples and blacks as it moved under the light. A tight, form fitting top decorated with rhinestones pushed her small B-cups up and together to make them appear larger, leaving her collarbone and shoulders bare. The skirt of the dress was loose, with an underlayer of black ruffled lace and ended just below her knees.

Expensive black stiletto heels that probably cost more than a year of my previous jobs wages added a few inches to her height, and long, thin silk straps wrapped up and around her calves, enhancing the shapeliness of her legs. Light makeup, contrasting dark, Smokey eyes, and softly curled blonde hair made for a sexy mix of classical beauty and sensual elegance.

“Wow, you look fantastic!” I said honestly.

“Do you really think so? It’s not too much, or not enough. You’re not just saying that? You’ve already got in my pants once, so you don’t need to try and flatter me.”

“You might be better dressed than even a world class fashion designer, looking like that.”

She paused, giving me a funny look, before suddenly stripping off, unzipping the corset portion of her dress, and carefully hanging it over a chair.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to worry! She won’t have any issues with what you’re wearing or anything,” I said, worried I had made her feel uncomfortable.

“It’s not that,” she said, bending over to push her panties down.

“This dress cost over £1500. I don’t want to ruin it with cum stains,” she said before leaping at me and pushing me down onto the bed.

Watching Lacey strip had made me horny, but most 16 years old guys are constantly horny anyway. Even before Amara, all it took was a friendly smile from a moderately attractive girl, and I was ready to go. Hell, sometimes it didn’t even need that. I could be playing on my Xbox, watching TV, or even just be sitting in class and suddenly spring a hard on.

So, with a naked, sexy, 15-year-old blonde straddling my waist and unbuckling my jeans, I was helpless to resist. I hadn’t planned on fucking Lacey again so soon, but hey, when in Rome, right?

About 40 minutes of energetic sex later, and following a quick shower and re-application of her make-up, we were finally ready to leave. I had cum twice, first filling Lacey’s hot little cunt, the extra inch making an even more prominent bulge against her slim waist. The second was when, still unable to take more than the head into her throat, she blew me until I flooded her mouth before pulling out and painting her face and chest. I avoided messing up her hair too much, but her face and tits were generously glazed.