Chapter 29

I had gone less than ten steps before I heard the double doors behind me slap open, and a voice shouted my name.

“Thor! Hey, Thor!”

I recognised Lacey’s excited voice, and tuned just as the slender blonde ran into me, her arms wrapping around me in a friendly hug.

“Hey. You okay?” I asked, lightly hugging her back.

“Yep. Everyone’s really friendly. I got buddied up with this girl, Lindsey. She’s awesome! She’s been showing me around the school, and introduced me to some of her friends.” the blonde said enthusiastically.

“Lindsay? Yeah, I think I’ve noticed her around a few times.”

“Noticed her? I bet you have.” Lacey said with a knowing grin.

“Look who’s talking. I bet you’ve been ‘noticing’ her all day.” I shot back, making Lacey blush.

“Where is she, anyway?”

“Oh, she had some sort of cheerleader emergency meeting or something. But her friends promised to show me to my next class if she’s not back before the bell.”

I had a feeling that Amara was the reason behind the cheerleaders’ “emergency meeting.”

“Well I’m glad that you’re making friends and enjoying your new school.”

Lacey stared up at me for a few seconds, before glancing around, making sure the hallway was clear, then pushed me into a gap between two bays of lockers. She brought her hands up to my neck and pulled me down for an eager kiss. My tall, muscular frame dwarfed Lacey’s petite body by a whole head. She was actually the same height as Laura, the pair of them tied for being the second tallest girl in my harem, after my Mom. Considering how short the rest of my girls were on average, being one of the tallest, wasn’t really saying much.

The difference in our heights made leaning down a little uncomfortable, so instead I crouched, slipped my hands under her cute little butt, and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands knotted in my hair as we made out like the horny teenagers we were. Lacey’s perfectly peachy ass filling my hands, and her nubile, fifteen-year-old body moulded tight against mine, quickly brought my cock to attention. The sound of the cafeterias double doors opening again made us pause out impromptu make-out session. Three sets of footsteps approached, and we both realised that our hastily chosen make-out spot wasn’t exactly the most private or discrete of locations. We needn’t have worried though; the three first-years were so involved in their conversation about which teacher they thought was the hottest, that they didn’t even notice us.

Lacey giggled slightly as their footsteps faded, then kissed me again before she wriggled out of my grasp and dropped back to her feet.

“I wish I could give you a proper thank you right now,” she said, adjusting her small boobs through her shirt. The way she said ‘thank you’ made it clear she meant more than just saying those simple words.

I again considered the restrictions that my current commands placed on my girls. If Lacey had known that I could effectively make us invisible to everyone, she could ‘thank me’ right here, right now. The way she had been rubbing her body against mine hadn’t been gentle. It was a contributing factor to the equally uncomfortable situation in my jeans.

“But I promise to take care of this, and really thank you properly when we get back to the hotel,” she said, pressing her hand against the bulge in my jeans and giving me a firm squeeze.

“I’ll hold you to that.” I replied, barely suppressing a groan.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll let you do more than just hold ‘it’ against me” she said with a naughty smile

She gave me a last quick peck on the cheek and returned to the cafeteria to join her new group of friends. I was glad she was making friends, and it sounded like I had made a good choice in selecting Lindsey as her buddy. While being part of my harem was a major part of her life, I didn’t want it to be her entire identity.

With school now occupying over six hours of my day, and with my harem likely to grow, I wanted them to be able to fill their spare time with something fulfilling and engaging. It helped that so far, everyone had paired up with another of my girls, as it provided them with an additional deep emotional and physical connection, other than the one they all shared with me. Despite all my abilities, there was still only one of me, and I still only had so much spare time in a given day.

Were it not for my abilities, my visit to the toilets might have taken a fair bit more time than I had left before the bell. Luckily, I could make my erection subside on command, and the problem was rendered moot. Universal man-problems aside, with my bladder drained and hands washed, I still finished up just as the five minute warming bell rang.

As I left the gent’s toilets, I noticed a girl looking confused while studying one of the laminated maps they gave to new students. I checked the bubble above her head, which read:

Maya Okwari. 16, not a virgin

Height - 5’5” Weight - 50 kg 34C - 28 - 30

Health - Good. STI - Negative

Relationship Status - Single Orientation - Undecided

That was interesting. Undecided. Surely undecided would mean bi-sexual or at least bi-curious, right? I was intrigued by this new classification of her orientation. Maybe this meant that what was displayed was dependent on the subjects own thoughts, feelings, and perceptions? I decided to take a closer look into her psyche.

While she was physically and emotionally attracted to both men and women, she didn’t agree with the concept of being bi-sexual. She believed it was a binary choice, and that a person should be either straight or gay. There was no in-between. She hadn’t yet decided if she was heterosexual or lesbian.

That was a bit of a misguided view, in my opinion. While I’ve always been sure that I was straight, not everyone had that luxury. I’ve always felt that someone’s sex, or gender identity, shouldn’t dictate who they could or should date. If you’re sexually or romantically attracted to someone, why should your own identity matter? Love is love. Even if it’s just physical, why limit yourself? But that was just my take on it, Maya was entitled to her own opinions, even if they didn’t make sense to me.

Moving on from her mind, I turned my attention to her body. And from everything I could see, Maya was pretty cute. Her body was mostly hidden beneath a bulky jacket, but I could see a slim pair of jean-clad legs disappearing into some calf-high cowboy boots. Her skin was a lovely tawny-brown colour, not too dissimilar to Amara’s. Her straight hair was a dark, raven black that was tied back in a simple pony tail that fell part way down her back.

“You look lost,” I said in a friendly voice as I approached her.

She looked up, affording me my first close look at her beautiful face. Her skin was smooth, unblemished, with only minimal make-up. Her dark complexion was better than any makeup, concealer, or foundation, in my opinion. Her lips were full and inviting, and had an appealing, light brown colour to them. Her nose was straight, and she had well-defined, dark brown eyes that I thought were one of her more attractive features.

“Oh, uh- I’m hi- I mean, Maya,” she said with a nervous stammer. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she blushed, looking nervously at my feet.

I could practically almost hear her heart flutter as she fumbled her words. She gave me a nervous smile, showing a perfectly straight set of bright pearly whites.

“I’m Thor,” I said as a way of introduction.

“What class are you looking for?” I asked.

She fumbled with the slips of paper in her hands. “I’m, uh ... room 6A, Geography with Miss Heath,” she said uncertainty.

I stepped closer and looked down at the map in her hands.

“Ah, Okay. You need to turn your map over and look at the back, 6A is in the main building, and you’re looking at the new building.” I explained.

“That’s actually my next class too. If you’d like, you can follow me”

I wondered what had happened to her buddy. If she was new, like Lacey, she should have been assigned one. Maybe her buddy was in the cheer squad too?

“Um, okay,” she said, still shy.

“So, you’re new to town?” I asked as we set off to our next classes.

“Yeah, I moved here last month, but there didn’t seem any point in starting school with less than a week left of the term before the holidays.”

I could sense she was nervous—a combination of being the new girl, and talking to a guy she found attractive. I tried to pry some more information out of her through a combination of talking while simultaneously reading her mind. I found out that she had moved here from America with her father, stepmother (who was also her aunt), and her younger half-sister. Her father was full blooded Cherokee, and her mother was American-Italian, which explained her sort of Pocahontas-esque looks and accent.

We arrived at our class just as the bell rang, and we went inside and sat down together. Most classes had a free-to-choose seating arrangement. It was only if someone routinely misbehaved or disrupted the class that they would be assigned to a seat.

Although I had seen her measurements in her bubble, I was pleasantly surprised when Maya removed her oversized coat and pulled off a sweater. Her bubble didn’t do her justice. Her skin-tight jeans moulded to a rather lovely, round, and peachy ass that was begging to be spanked. She wore a tight, cream-coloured top with a deep V-neck that was held together with a criss-crossed lacing along the length of the V. Rather than cinching it tight and tying it off, she left it loose. With her breasts being a nice set of C-cups, the open V of her top provided a generous amount of cleavage, with the edges of a plain black bra just visible. With a body like that, I could definitely see her being a part of my harem. It was still too early to make any decisions though, but from a purely physical standpoint, she was definitely my type.

There was no shortage of attractive girls at my school, or even in this class, but I had a feeling about Maya. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something, call it instinct or a gut feeling, made me want to know more about her. Her “undecided” sexual orientation and views on bisexuality were certainly interesting, but there was more to her than met the eye; I was sure of it.

At that moment, Amara arrived and had somehow gotten her hands on, and was now wearing, a cheerleader uniform. She wore it better than any of the other cheerleaders, of course. Then again, she had the advantage of being a supernatural sex genie, so it wasn’t really fair to compare her the regular human girls.

“Hey, what do you think?” she asked, giving me a twirl that caused her short skirt to flare up, giving everyone lucky enough to be looking in her direction a brief glimpse of her skimpy panties.

“I- wow. That uniform was made for you,” I replied, captivated by how her body filled out the uniform. I would be living out all my cheerleader sex fantasies later tonight, that was for sure.

“Thanks Babe! The other girls insisted that I try it on, and I didn’t have time to change back before the bell.” She explained.

“Who’s your friend?” she asked as she sat down next to me.

I looked over at Maya. From her expression and the fire in her eyes, she was just as captivated by Amara’s beauty as I was.

“Oh right. This is Maya, she just moved here. Maya, this is my girlfriend, Amara,” I explained.

I felt Maya experience a surge of arousal, disappointment, jealousy, and then confusion. The arousal was easily explained. Amara was stunning in any situation, but in the tight and skimpy cheer uniform, she was drool-inducing. She was disappointed that neither of us was single, and jealous that we had each other. Her confusion came from her indecisiveness over her sexual and romantic preferences.

“Hi,” she whispered, as Amara gave her a friendly and dazzling smile.

“Hello. I love your boots! They look so good on you!”

“Oh, thanks.” The new girl said.

Maya became a bit more withdrawn following Amara’s arrival, foiling my attempts to restart the conversation. She was stuck with her conflicted feelings, and was unable to work past them. I knew I could make her life easier by just forcing her to change her views on bisexuality, but I didn’t want to have to resort to that in order to help her. Despite her jealousy and disappointment that Amara and I were already dating, she would never want to break up a couple just so that she could steal one of the couple away. She also knew that she would never consider cheating, or playing around, in a relationship of her own. That was just who she was.

Her views on bisexuality aside, I was impressed with her convictions, which only served to further my interest in adding Maya to my harem. As time went on, and I spent more and more time in the minds of others, I had started to change some of my opinions. I was becoming more convinced about the quality of a person’s character being just as important as their physical form, when considering what made somebody beautiful. Physical assets and attributes could be changed, tweaked, adjusted, and made to fit anybody’s ideals, but who somebody was at the most base level, was intrinsic to who they were, and much harder to change or fake. Unless you had mind control powers, that was...

I was tempted to spend this entire class rooting around in Maya’s mind, trying to puzzle her out, and discover why I was so intrigued by her. I was also tempted to root around inside a different part of her, but I forced myself to resist both urges. I decided I would try to get to know her better over the course of the week, and possibly spend some time together over the weekend. I had a feeling that looking deeper not only into her mind, but her parents’ too might shed some light on what it was I was feeling.

In the end, Amara’s cheer uniform was too tempting to pass up for a fresh, new girl. My girlfriend sat on the desk, and I gave her the same treatment she had given me in third period. I went down on her and used every trick I had learned over the last few weeks to keep her on the edge of orgasm for almost an hour. I chose not to use any of my powers, challenging myself to rely only on how well I knew Amara, and my ability to read the cues she let off.

With about ten minutes of the class left, she pulled my head from between her thighs, ordered me to take my trousers off, and slid off the desk into my lap, impaling herself on my throbbing shaft. She rode me like a woman possessed, until we both shared an explosive climax, perfectly timed with the end of day bell. We ended up leaving late; even sex genies need a few minutes to recover after forty minutes of edging.

Mum was waiting in the car park with Laura riding shotgun when we made our way outside. We were first to arrive, and Mom didn’t comment on Amara’s new outfit other than raising an eyebrow. Lacey arrived next after giving Lindsey a warm hug goodbye, and we ended up waiting for the twins for a few minutes.

Before they tuned up, I explained my thoughts about Ruby being an outlet for the twins’ emerging dominant side, while fulfilling Ruby’s undiscovered submissiveness.

“I don’t suppose the fact Ruby is a pretty girl who’s been teasing you for years anything to do with it?”

“Of course not. I’m just being a good older brother and looking out for my adorable little sisters. All I want is to help them grow and develop in to the best, and most beautiful versions of themselves they can be. If that happens to involve lots of sex with their best friend, and they invite their favourite big brother to join then, that’s just a happy coincidence.” I said, all the while, looking like a paragon of innocence.

Mum scoffed, not buying my professed innocence for even a second.

“She was the cute blonde with Elsa and Elsie, right?” Amara asked. I nodded.

“She could be fun,” she replied to my affirmative nod.

“I’m all for the twins exploring their sexuality, but is their best friend really the best fit?”

“How about this? You haven’t seen Ruby since before all of this began, right? Well the twins have already invited her to go shopping with them, so try to get a read on her. See if you can spot what I thought I could see in her”

Our conversation was cut short at the arrival of my sisters with Ruby in tow.

“Hi Mom!” the twins chorused.

“Is it okay if Ruby comes shopping with us?” Elsa asked.

“Yeah. We want her opinion on our new clothes.” Elsie added.

“Will that be okay with your father, Ruby?” Mom asked after recovering from the assault of her daughters’ energetic greeting.

“Yeah, I already texted Daddy and he said it was okay. He’s working until later anyway.”

“Oh Mum, could you drop me off at home? I want to pack up some things I missed the other day. I’ll catch a bus into Oxford and meet you there once I’m done.” I asked as the twins and Ruby followed Lacey into the car.

As I said it, I realised I still referred to it as home, even though I didn’t think we would ever live there again. As much as I loved our hotel suites, getting a new home as soon as possible, one that would meet the needs of my family and expanding harem, was a growing priority for my mother and I.

“What about your own shopping? Your sisters and I aren’t the only ones who’ve grown lately. By the time you get to Oxford, you probably won’t have time to find something.”

“You know what I like. Just get me whatever you think I’ll need,” I replied.

“I may not have time with your sisters. They need entirely new wardrobes, including school uniforms, and I still need a few things too,” she countered.

“I could do it,” Amara suggested.

“Lacey can help too,” she finished, Lacey nodded her agreement.

“Thanks babe!” I kissed Amara.

“Hey, can you get my ballet shoes from our room?” Elsie piped up from the back seat as we pulled away.

“Oh yeah, mine too! Oh, and I need my tablet. I think it’s on the table downstairs,” Elsa added.

“I forgot about my iPod as well” Elsie said,

“Yeah, yeah. Just WhatsApp me a list and I’ll pack it all up, but I’m not going to spend all afternoon looking for your stuff.”

I fished my keys and wallet out of my bag and stuffed them in my pockets, deciding to leave my bag in the car. As we neared our old house, my mum spoke up.

“By the way Thor, I deposited the cheque you gave me into my account this morning, and transferred some of it over to your bank account for anything you need. I don’t need to warn you not to spend it all immediately, do I?”

The car slowed to a stop.

“Thanks Mum, and don’t worry. I’ll be good, I promise!” I said as I jumped out as mum drove off.

As I walked up to the front door, I realised that this might be my last visit to the house I grew up in.

I unlocked the door and bounded up the stairs to my room. I dragged a duffel bag from under the bed and started filling it. I don’t bother with any of my old clothes for obvious reasons. I did use a few old t-shirts to wrap up some photos I had, so the glass in the frames didn’t break, though. It was mostly just keepsakes and small knick-knacks I had picked up or grown attached to over the years.

I retrieved Amara’s puzzle box, which was once again sealed shut. I zipped up the bag and placed it by the door before turning to take one last around my room.

This room is where my entire life had changed. This room was where I first met Amara. This was where I got my first handjob and blowjobs from twins. Then there were the memories of my older sister too. I smiled, recalling how my Lauren took my virginity in this room on Christmas Day.

It hit me at that moment just how absolutely fucking insane my life had become. Seeing my old room really highlighted just how massive the recent changes in my life were. I could control minds and change bodies on a whim. I had an ancient, magical sex genie as a girlfriend. I was screwing my mom, all three of my sisters, and was building a harem of beautiful girls. I had even started an orgy in the middle of school!

I mean, the just the fact that magic, genies, demons, and who knew what else actually existed was mind blowing on its own. It was enough to make you go crazy just thinking about it. There had to be some part of Amara’s magic, or the binding process, that let me accept everything so easily, without having some sort of mental breakdown or existential crisis. I mean, until Amara entered my life, genies were blue, animated, and voiced by Robin Williams! I had to pause for a moment, and take a few deep breaths to settle my mind.

To be honest, I’m surprised I hadn’t felt like this sooner; it was a hell of a lot to process. But, one step, and one day at a time. My phone beeped, breaking me from my reverie. It was a message from Elsa, and had a list of things she and Elsie wanted me to pick up for them. There was also a picture attached to the message.

It was a mirror selfie she had taken in a mostly unremarkable changing room. What was remarkable though, was Elsa, Elsie, and Ruby all posing completely naked! I got my first look at Ruby’s naked body, without any of the swimsuits or crop-tops I was used to seeing her in, and I’ve got to say, I completely understood why her father couldn’t resist her. True, standing beside the twin’s, she was decidedly the least attractive of the three. But that was like saying Tobey Maguire was the worst iteration of spider-man. Even if it was true, which according to Danny it wasn’t, he was still Spiderman!

The twins were both more attractive than their friend, although I may be slightly biassed when it came to my little sisters. But Ruby was still smoking hot. She was taller than the twins by a few inches, and her tits were just slightly smaller. While the twins’ new boobs were a perky set of D’s, Ruby’s chest was still just a C-cup. Either way, all three girls had tits far bigger than any fourteen-year-old had any business having. Her waist was slim, hips gently flared, and her cute little bubble butt was perched atop two slim legs. She lacked the same muscle tone of my sisters, as she didn’t share the same active lifestyle, but she still had an overall slender build.

I made sure to save the photo, adding it to my gallery, and headed to the twins’ room to start the search for the unreasonably long list of stuff they wanted me to pack. A quick patter of feet on the carpeted floor was all the warning I got before it hit me. I turned in time to see a flying figure leaping at me. Their legs locked around my waist, and a pair of arms wrapped around my head and held it firmly. Despite my supernaturally enhanced size and strength, I staggered back as my unknown assailant crashed into me.

I grasped a surprisingly trim waist, ready to throw the person off, when a pair of soft, sweet-tasting lips locked onto mine and passionately kissed me. I was momentarily stunned, as I didn’t think this was normal protocol when being attacked. I broke the kiss and pulled back to find a familiar pair of mischievous green eyes just inches from mine.

“Lauren?” I asked quizzically.

“Hey, bro,” she replied enthusiastically before giving me another peck and then dropping down to stand in front of me.

“Damn, little brother got big,” she exclaimed as she noticed my new height for the first time, her slender 5’4” body now significantly shorter than my 6’2” frame.

“And where did these come from?” she asked, squeezing my biceps and running her hands over my broad shoulders, looking like she was trying hard not to drool.

I deflected the attention away from me.

“Why are you here? You should be at school, like, three hours away from here?”

“Well, after I got back from Christmas, I found out that one girl had dropped out of the extra credit university study-swap program, and I got offered her spot. It’s here, at Oxford Brookes! I just got home an hour ago and wanted to surprise you. Where is everyone?”

It took a second to process this new development. I initially hadn’t planned on properly adding Lauren to my harem for at least another three months when she would have visited us at Easter, and maybe not even until after she graduated. I had vague plans regarding who, and how many girls, I would be adding to my harem, but my older sister might be about to change those plans.

“Mom took the twins shopping in Oxford,” I replied, still considering the ramifications of this unexpected development.

“And Amara?” She asked, as she pressed her body against mine, her large D-cups squishing against me. My sister had gotten to know my genie intimately over Christmas.

“She’s out too.”

“Ohhh, so we’re all alone,” she purred.

My dick, actually soft for once in the absence of any of my girls, quickly hardened as my older sister pulled me into her room. Once inside, she pushed me back onto her bed, and knelt before me tugging at my belt. I lifted my butt almost by instinct as she pulled my trousers and boxers down to my feet together in a quick motion. She let out a small gasp as my now fully hardened cock bounced free before her.

“Is it ... even bigger than last time?” she moaned in wonder as she wrapped both hands around the base of my shaft.

“How did you get so much bigger so fast?”

“Well, Amara is actually a sex genie who can grant wishes.” I said simply

“Uh-huh. And I’m the Queen of Atlantis,” she said, giving my cock a soft squeeze.

“I can’t believe I missed out on this monster for so many years,” she said. She lightly ran her hand up the length of my cock before holding it flat against my stomach by the head, her other hand gently fondling my balls.

My older sister looked up at me, her bright green eyes full of lust and desire.

“My little brother had the perfect dick, just across the hall from my bedroom, the whole time and I never knew it,” She let out a cute little giggle before her wet, soft tongue licked the entire length of my dick from my balls to the sensitive tip. She lowered my cock, giving the head a lingering kiss before parting her lips and taking it into her mouth.

At that point, I just gave up on contemplating the ramifications of Lauren returning home. Instead, I just enjoyed my sister’s masterful incestuous blowjob. With one hand wrapped around the base of cock, the other playing with my balls, and her lips stretched wide around girth, she sunk further and further down with each bob of her head. Just past the halfway point, she gagged slightly as my cock hit the back of her throat. Thick streams of saliva coated my cock and slipped from her mouth as she pulled back.

“God I missed this big, beautiful cock!” She moaned, stroking the object of her adoration reverently.

“It missed you too,” I replied. Rather than talk more, she wrapped her hand around the base of dick again, and swallowed my length.

This time, she succeeded in taking my fat head into her throat without gagging. Just like with our younger sisters, the extra inch of dick proved no challenge to the superb oral talents of my older sister. She managed it without the benefit of the physical enhancements I had given Elsa and Elsie, or the prolonged exposure to my magical cum that my younger sisters had enjoyed.

After a minute or so, she had worked herself up to taking my full nine inches into her mouth and down her bulging, rippling throat. Pulling back briefly, she lifted my cock slightly and started jerking it while she lapped at my balls, before devouring my throbbing length again.

Ever since opening the Puzzle Box and Amara entering my life, I was pretty much constantly horny. Luckily I had so far always had a number of girls close by who were eager to help with the situation in my pants. Of all those girls, Lauren had been my first, and she would always hold a special place in my heart, even beyond being my sister.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to last very long, particularly given my sister’s phenomenal oral skills. Those skills, along with a dominant sexual personality, seemed to be a hereditary trait with the woman in my family, given how easily my mother and sisters adapted to being a part of my sex life. Lauren’s oral skills were incredible, which suggested that she had spent a not insignificant amount of time practising.

I was deep in Lauren’s throat when she did some sort of swallowing action that made her throat ripple and tighten along the length of my cock. The stimulation was too much for me, and I quickly tapped her on the shoulder and managed a quick,

“I’m gonna cum, Lauren!”

My cock swelled and jerked in her throat, blasting several monstrous ropes of thick cum straight down her throat and into her stomach. A loud, guttural groan escaped me and filled the room.

“Ohhhh, yeeessss,”

Now, in the first few days after Amara and I had bonded, my body underwent a series of changes which turned me into the specimen of sexual perfection that I now was. One of those changes was a significant increase in the amount of cum I produced each time I orgasmed. The last time I had fucked my older sister, I had still been in the early stages of that process, and my climaxes hadn’t yet become quite as ridiculous as they were now. With that being the case, Lauren was profoundly unprepared for the insane quantity of jizz heading her way.