Chapter 8: Sleeping Arrangements

Monique stepped around me, brushing her shoulder against me, and smiling demurely over her shoulder as she pranced out of the kitchen. I stood there, watching her tanned legs as she walked and imagined the shape of her bottom moving under the cotton pajama top.

Once she had gone around the corner toward the stairs I literally shook my head, trying to fling the vision out of my mind. It didn't work.

I knew what I needed but I didn't know just what we could get away with. I tried to relax but knew it wouldn't work, so to hide the lump in my pants and to work some of the tension out, I went back out and got everyone's luggage.

As I climbed the stairs with both arms full of suitcases, I heard Mandy's door close and spotted Mom at the top of the stairs.

"You didn't have to bring those up tonight," she said softly as I stacked them next to my door.

With the exertion, I had accomplished part of what I wanted. Unfortunately when I turned to answer Mom, she was standing half on the floor, half on the first step down. Her long lean leg was displayed outside of her bathrobe and it made me hesitate in my reply. "It wasn't a problem..."

She smiled at me. "That flight must have really drained you. Get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning."

I nodded and watched her descend the stairs. I went to the banister and looked down. Mom stopped at the bottom, looked up and smiled. It was a perfect view down her bathrobe. I knew Mandy and Monique had inherited their blonde hair and blue eyes from her, but it had never dawned on me what else began as hers...

I waved and stepped away. I didn't know what was coming over me. When my Charm had first manifested, girls were coming onto me, now suddenly, I was seeing nothing but the lusty packaging of the women around me. It was disturbing - not that my girls would mind me looking at them like that - but the fact that I seemed to be taken with my adopted mother and older sister. Again I shook myself, but fully. Again, it didn't work.

I went to Mandy's door and knocked. She opened it up after a second, but at the same time the bathroom door opened too.

A man came out. He stood about my height with dark blonde hair that fell to his shoulders, dark eyes that I couldn't make out in the hall and had a towel over his shoulders and wore pajama pants matching the top Monique had been wearing. It was an odd moment as we stood there staring at each other. I figured out from the clothes that he had come with Monique and decided to end the silence first.

"How are you? I'm Ral, Monique's brother." I held out my hand.

He accepted, smiling. "Hello, I'm Ryan, Monique's fiancé."

I heard Mandy behind me, "Ooo." I had to agree. Monique had broken many hearts back in high school. I remembered the number of guys who either came over for a visit or to pick up Monique for a date. This guy must have been really something for her to decide to tie the knot.

I stepped aside and Mandy came out. "This is Mandy, our sister."

He shook her hand and his smile made me think briefly of Mike, Erin's ex-boyfriend. He had been a charming guy who liked controlling her life. However, Ryan didn't look like Mike, except in that probably-charms-women-all-the-time way. I tried to not think about it as he left and went into Monique's room. I heard her soft voice before he shut the door and she sounded truly happy to see him. I shrugged as Mandy looked back at me. The smile on her face told me her opinion of his looks. I tried my best to hide the horrible green monster that liked to peak out at moments like that. Apparently I didn't hide it well enough.

She pushed me into her room and shut the door saying, "You've got nothing to worry about there, brother." She emphasized brother in that teasing way she retained from our childhood.

Chloe and Yvonne had apparently borrowed some night clothes from Mandy. Mom and Dad had never packed up Mandy or Monique's remaining clothes when they had moved out and apparently Mandy could still wear the same sizes she had in high school.

Chloe, being shorter by a few inches than Mandy, wore only a pajama top like Monique had. The sleeves fell past her hands and she was rolling them up when I walked in. Unlike Monique however, Chloe was more than happy to open the top, which had yet to be buttoned, and show me that she was wearing nothing else.

Mandy grinned at my reaction to Chloe's flash and went to her closet. I watched her pull her sweater and shirt off over her head, but could only see her back past the closet door. I looked away while she changed. Why I felt even slightly embarrassed, I couldn't understand. Maybe it was being back at home. Especially with the way I had felt when I saw Monique and Mom. I should have been disgusted with myself for leering at their bodies and becoming aroused in turn. They were both beautiful women that I had never thought of in that way. What bothered me was not feeling disgusted with my reaction, and that made me feel guilty.

I looked up and caught Yvonne looking back at me. She wore a tight black teddy. The way she filled out the silky material had me filling out my jeans again. She smiled at me, her eyes dropping down. I could almost feel her staring at my crotch and I wanted to feel more than just her eyes.

"Ral..." Mandy said softly from the closet. It took me a second to tear my eyes away from Yvonne and when I did, I knew I wasn't the only one needing relief. She stood with one hand high on the closet door and the other on her out-thrust hip. Her amber eyes watched me as if I were some toy she wanted to pounce on. Wearing what she wore most of the time — nothing — her nipples stood out and her breasts rose and fell with her heavier breathing. The silky feel of the teddy Yvonne wore wasn't the only soft texture I yearned for as Mandy's fur grew before my eyes.

I could feel a burning in my gut. More than anything right at that moment, I wanted all three of my girls. I wanted to make them all understand why they were there, and in Mandy's case, it wasn't just to see the family. My only concern was what our family would think. There was no way any of them could understand our arrangement.

I stood there, looking from one of my girls to the next. None of them seemed to have the reservations I did. Chloe got up and approached first. She reached out and ran her hand over my abs and chest. Since I was still wearing my coat and sweater, I couldn't feel her skin on mine, and I wanted to.

Chloe's face was upturned, watching my expression as her hand ran down past my belt and cupped my crotch.

Whatever reservations I had about what the family thought about me and my girls ... disappeared.

The bonds between the four of us opened up wide and all three of them, though feeling rather amorous already, were struck silly by the way I was feeling. I pulled Chloe's face up to mine for a deep kiss. She opened up and allowed me to taste her mouth as deeply as I wanted. Jaws working, tongues dancing, someone might have thought we had been really kissing for the first time, the intensity was so hot.

Mandy and Yvonne didn't wait for invitations. Mandy, being already naked, approached and worked to get my pants off, and Yvonne pulling off the teddy she wore — leaving herself in only a pair of matching panties — stepped around us and began pulling at my coat.

For a moment, there was nothing but the effort to get me out of my clothes and them out of whatever remained. We threw the blankets and pillows Mom had brought up for the girls on the floor and the four of us piled onto them.

With three girls all at once, I was accustomed to lying on my back and just letting them have their way with me. I always enjoyed the control they all seemed to have over me, but tonight my needs were supreme and all three of them gave in willingly to whatever I wanted.

All of us enjoyed the oral attentions of one another. Even the girls gave and received with each other. Chloe laid on her back, her full breasts bared, and nipples standing at full attention. I lay down next to her but with my head level with one of her large teats. She pressed her side to me and pulled my head to her as I ran my tongue over her nipple. Yvonne, on her hands and knees, hung her incredible knockers over Chloe's eager lips and used lips, tongue and teeth on Chloe's free tit.

Mandy, with probably the most luscious mouth of the group, laid down along Chloe's other side, but in reverse to Chloe and me. Her talented tongue danced across Chloe's heated pussy and sucked on my swollen prick deeply in alternation. Occasionally, she would tuck my cock into Chloe's pussy and then capture my sac with her mouth. The moaning and groaning filling the room should have brought someone's attention to us, but we were thankfully spared any interruption.

The initial need for female flesh brought on my orgasm quickly. Most of the time my girls were more than happy to be sprayed down with or try to drink down that first load, but this time, as if they were working together on some scheme, Mandy tucked me into Chloe just as I warned them of what was coming.

My natural instinct took over and I began thrusting, ramming my long and thick rod deep into her quivering pussy with a certain sense of consuming need. I needed to cum, that much I knew, but being in Chloe made it so much more than that.

Chloe watched me as I climbed up over her. She raised her hips and countered my urgent thrusts. Then, with a cry that had to be muffled, she came along with me. Our bodies shuddered and shook as what felt like gallons of my seed poured into her soppy pussy and finally began squeezing back out and down her bottom.

Mandy was there in an instant, licking up what escaped my paramour, and she didn't stop with only licking Chloe's bottom either. Any flesh in the vicinity was worthy of lapping and it only got my engines going again.

Chloe was perfectly happy to accept a second injection from me, but I wanted Mandy or Yvonne. As she rolled away, I stayed there, on my knees with my cock pointing straight out. Hard wasn't the word. Steely or even petrified would have been better, because it felt as if my cock would never be soft again.

Mandy had rolled over under me but didn't advance any further. She was happy at the moment lapping at my inner thighs and hanging sac.

I looked up at Yvonne, who was crawling toward me on all fours. She smiled and bent her head down. I watched as she opened her mouth wide and accepted the pulsing tip of my cock between her lips. I ran my hands through her long, straight, chocolate-brown locks while she sucked the remnants of Chloe's and my intermingled fluids from me.

By the time she was done I was thrusting involuntarily again, pushing to the back of Yvonne's mouth and into her throat. She accepted, moaning and advancing. If it hadn't been for my gifts, she wouldn't be able to handle my size like that. It would have choked her. However, she pressed forward, her heavy breathing streaming from her flared nostrils. It was always a shock to me, even after all this time, that any of my girls could do what Yvonne was doing, but it didn't stop me from letting it happen — and enjoying the sensations.

Chloe snuck up behind Yvonne and lay down with her face between Yvonne's legs. Yvonne's excitement intensified as did her verbal approval. Those vibrations shot straight to my core and I was soon pulling Yvonne back as my second orgasm approached.

Yvonne spun around, pointing her round posterior at me, and reached between her legs to direct my ready-to-burst cock at her well-oiled pussy. I slipped in and pressed forward until her soft cheeks were firm against my pelvis. Her groan was louder now that my cock wasn't stuffed down her throat. All the same, it added to my pleasure and the steaming liquid of my gratitude poured out deep in her.

Again, Mandy lay under me, lapping up the extra that spilled out of Yvonne. Her face was shiny and grinning when Yvonne pulled away and I looked down.

I felt better, relieved, but my cock was still hard, still ready for more. Looking down at Mandy, I knew the reason for it. She was still in her cat form and needed satisfying before she would return to what the family thought she should look like.

It wasn't like I normally had to chase any of my girls down or convince them to have sex. Most of them seemed to be in the mood perpetually. I always suspected it was due to the bonds they had with me and the way I suppressed my Charm from affecting anyone else around me. Mandy was just as eager for my attentions as the others were, and knew the straining pole hovering over her face was all hers.

Chloe had crawled over Yvonne, kissing her way along Yvonne's pale skin until she reached the gooey, soppy center she wanted. Yvonne's joy was focused right back at Chloe as she pulled my paramour's oozing crotch to her own smacking lips. With each of their faces buried between the other's legs, I turned to Mandy and found her on her hands and knees with her tail raised high. The cat-like part of her persona enjoyed having me control her. She would struggle and even claw at me as if trying to escape. I would put up with much of it but after having done some studying on the mating of cats, both big and domestic, I learned just what to do to get her to quiet down and accept me with no fight at all. Granted most of the time, Mandy enjoyed sex just like the rest of the girls, but tonight her cat side wanted both the sex and the struggle. She had been more confined than normal and resented it. Now, I had to show her why she would accept it.

Mandy looked at me over her shoulder with anticipation. The look would both seduce and scare any normal man, but I knew it, I understood it, and I knew how to tame it.

I moved up behind her, running my hands over the silky fur lining her body. Mandy enjoyed being petted almost as much as the others enjoyed being eaten out. She arched her back, presenting herself to me, but I knew better. If I tried to just shove my cock into her now, she would pull away, crawling out of reach.

I ran my hands through the soft hairs like I would the hair on my head, scratching here and there, hitting points that I knew would trigger her excitement. Eventually, I had my cock pressed against her, not pointed and ready to slip in, but pinned between her heated hole and my abs. Leaning over, I let my body mold to hers, allowing her fur to rub against as much of me as she allowed, and still I used my hands to stroke her. Over her shoulders, down her arms, back to the uncovered part of her upper chest, to her breasts only lightly grazing her extended nipples, back down her abs and through the bit of lining just over her pussy. By the time my fingers grazed that sensitive area she was dripping with need. I pulled my hips back and brought my pole up between her legs, allowing it to run against her lips and excited clit.