Part 149: Celebration

Day 76: Saturday, November 30

Chapter 1

Susan and Suzanne were upstairs in Susan's bedroom getting dressed. Alan had given them ten minutes to get ready before his big announcement, so they were moving with speed and a sense of purpose. They had conferred briefly over what clothes to change into, and had mutually decided to wear dresses that were regal and fancy, but also sexy and revealing. Fortunately, a lot of Suzanne's clothes had found their way into Susan's closet over the previous two months.

After having decided on their clothes and accessories, they were standing naked when the phone rang. Susan happened to be closer to the phone.

Suzanne immediately said from across the room, "Ignore it!" She knew that putting on clothes wouldn't take long, but then they had to "get pretty" with make-up and other touches, and that would take all the time that Alan had given them. She figured the call couldn't possibly be that important, since the most important people in their lives - Alan, Katherine, and Amy - were elsewhere in the house.

But Susan had been raised to be polite, and she couldn't bear to let the phone ring without picking it up. She managed to restrain herself for four rings, then got the phone right before the call went to the answering machine. "Hello?"

"Hi. It's Glory. Is this Susan?"

"It is."

There was a significant pause before Glory asked nervously, "May I speak to Suzanne please?" She was sitting on her bed, wearing just her underwear.

Susan looked across the room and saw Suzanne busy getting her clothes ready, as if she were losing the race against time. Susan was highly reluctant to bother her. But she heard something urgent and distressed in Glory's voice, so she muffled the receiver and said, "Suzanne. It's for you."

Suzanne spun around and glared at Susan with annoyance.

Susan added, "I really think you should take this. It sounds important."

Suzanne let out a heavy sigh. She put down the dress she was about to put on and she walked across the room. She hastily snatched the phone from Susan's hand and barked into the line, "Hello? What is it?"

Glory detected Suzanne's annoyance right away, and she'd also noticed Susan sounding bothered. "I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?"

Suzanne growled, "It's a VERY bad time!" She tried to control her emotions. The fact that it was Glory mollified her somewhat. She added with more politeness, "Excuse my rudeness, Glory, but big things are happening here. Very big things! I don't have time to explain. What is it? Can you make it quick?"

Glory deflated. Her voice sounded very sad. "It's ... I'm sorry. It's hard to explain. I'm just ... I need someone to talk to! I was hoping it would be you. I'm kind of emotionally shell-shocked from thinking about what I agreed to with Alan yesterday." She idly fingered her collar, nearly blushing as she considered what it signified. "I felt fine about it all the way through his visit to my place this afternoon, maybe because I didn't let myself really think about it much. But since then I've been ruminating, and ... Ugh! I'm sorry. I don't know anyone I can talk to about this except you!"

Suzanne's annoyance mostly disappeared as she sensed the anguish in Glory's voice. Damn. Of all the people to call, at the worst possible time ... Glory is one of us now. I've gotta do all I can to help her.

She spoke softly and with understanding. "I'm the one who should be sorry, for jumping at you. I get it. This is important to you and the uncertainty is eating away at you. I'm very glad that you turned to me to talk about this, and I'd be delighted to help in any way I can."

Glory sighed with relief. "Thank you!"

Still trying to sound tender, Suzanne continued, "Unfortunately ... not now! I hate having said that but I really meant it: big things are happening here."

She glanced over at Susan and saw that her best friend was too busy getting ready to pay much attention to what could be heard of the phone conversation. But to be extra careful, she whispered very quietly to Glory, "I'm not sure, but I'm guessing that Alan is about to do something special for the four of us here, something very special indeed. Maybe it'll be some kind of ceremony or pronouncement, or maybe he'll give us gifts, like how he gave that ring to you yesterday. Whatever he's planned for us, I just know it's going to be fantastic!" Although Suzanne was known for her worldly sophistication, she spoke like a giddy teenager.

Glory was startled. "OH! Oh, wow! What terrible timing on my part!" She wanted to be more supportive, but hearing that just depressed her that much more. She looked down at the blue sapphire ring on her ring finger and idly fingered the collar she still wore around her neck. She'd considered removing the collar quite a few times in the last few hours, but she seemed unable to do so. At the same time, she rankled at wearing the symbol of a sex slave.

Suzanne returned to her normal speaking voice, while still trying to sound sympathetic. "Yeah, but how could you know? I've got less than five minutes to do a million and one things. My heart is pounding from the time pressure. But I've got an idea. Let me call you back when I get a chance. Your second thoughts are totally legitimate and understandable, and I can help you sort through your feelings, but later? Please? Let me call you later, and we'll work this all out."

Glory replied with even more sadness, "Okay. I feel like I'm slowly turning into a basket case. But I can wait. Please do call me back though?"

"I will. I promise. We're like family now, bound by our love for our man. I'll always be there for you, just like I hope you'll always be there for me."

"Okay. Thanks! Good-bye, and good luck with the ... whatever the special thing is."

"Thanks. Bye!"

Suzanne quickly put the receiver down and rushed to a nearby full-length mirror. She checked her naked body over to boost her confidence. Shit! Just what I need. That took two or three minutes that I didn't have! But I can't ignore her. She's still in a very fragile condition, obviously teetering right on the edge of joining the harem. No matter what happens with my Sweetie tonight, I've got to take some serious time out to deal with her and her problems! But I'll worry about that later. There's too much to do right now!

She looked over to Susan, who was already fully dressed. Susan was putting on some light touches of makeup, which was highly unusual because, unlike Suzanne, Susan almost never wore makeup. Both women were so beautiful that they looked great without any, but Suzanne had gotten used to putting on makeup when she was younger while Susan hadn't.

Suzanne cried out in distress, "Susan. Please! Help me! Our time is running out, and I'm still completely naked!"

Susan tried to be encouraging. "Don't worry; we won't be late. It's not like they'll start without us. And I got the gist of you wanting to help Glory with her doubts about joining the harem. That's a VERY good idea. There's not much that's more important than that!"

Suzanne griped, "I know. But the timing SUCKS! Why couldn't she have called an hour ago, or two hours ago?! Or, better yet, talked about it when I was alone with her at her place this afternoon before Sweetie showed up?"

Susan spun Suzanne around so they were face to face. She looked her friend right in the eyes. After a pause, she asked, "You're nervous, aren't you? Really nervous, I mean."

Suzanne nodded shyly. She hated to ever admit weakness. "Aren't you?"

"Of course I am! This is my whole life! But I have endless confidence in him. Whatever he's planning, it'll be for the best. And he's hinted that he's saving his energy for a lot of fucking with us later, so you know it's gonna be great news." Susan's frown turned into a grin.

Suzanne smiled broadly. She was very grateful to be reminded how Alan was trying to save his energy, since that promised nothing but good things. "That's true."

They shared a brief hug and a French kiss, then went back to getting ready. Since Susan was almost ready, she mostly helped Suzanne get caught up.

As Suzanne scurried around, she thought, Why am I the one falling to pieces all of a sudden? I'm pretty sure he's going to give us our rings - finally! - and that'll be a joyous thing. But then again, it could be nicer collars. Or necklaces. Mmmm, wouldn't it be fitting for him to give us pearl necklaces? We could celebrate by having him give us both kinds! Or it could be bracelets. Or some kind of pledge or promise. Hell, now that I think about it, it could be almost anything!

Whatever it is, it's pretty clear that it's going to be important and emotionally meaningful to us all. Also, Susan's right that it can't be bad news if there's going to be lots of fucking afterward. I'm supposed to be the "strong one" around here. So why do I feel like a quivering wreck?! I've got to get my act together!

In the bathroom a minute later, putting on her makeup, Suzanne had another thought. My heart really goes out to Glory. I can totally imagine how she's feeling right now. She must still be in shock over the whole harem situation, and from fully accepting that she's now truly enslaved sexually to one of her students. Worse, she's all alone. At least I have Susan and everyone else in this house to lean on. What would I do without Susan especially?! I'd really fall to pieces! She thinks that I'm her rock, but she's MY rock too!

I've gotta do whatever it takes to put Glory at ease tonight, once whatever Sweetie is planning happens and I have some free time. And more than that, I've gotta help pull her all the way into the harem. Helping her tonight is essential if I'm to get her there. Sitting on the fence with that six-month trial period of hers is no way to live. In a better world, she should be here with us tonight, taking part in everything we do. Hell, she should be permanently living with us! It's up to ME, more than anyone else, to help make that happen sooner rather than later.

Chapter 2

Susan and Suzanne strolled regally down the stairs right on time.

Katherine and Amy were already in the living room, since they hadn't had an untimely phone call to deal with. They were standing because they were too nervous to sit. Katherine was looking antsier than usual, almost dancing from foot to foot. When they saw their mothers coming, they whistled and clapped in appreciation.

The two busty mothers beamed. Both were very nervous, more so than their daughters, but they felt buoyed by the love and support of the rest of their present family and harem.

Mothers and daughters came together near the foyer, and there were a lot of hugs, kisses, and compliments about the outfits. Each woman seemingly looked more stunning than the next.

But after just a minute of this, Suzanne asked, "Where's our master already?! He's late!"

Amy shrugged. "I guess he's still getting ready."

An annoyed Suzanne complained, "What's taking him so long?! You know him; he dresses in about two seconds flat and then he's done. That's it. Maybe he glances in the mirror. If he were to ever so much as comb that unruly mop top of his, it would be a miracle!"

Katherine shrugged. "Who knows? What does it matter, anyway? He's our master. We're his sex slaves. If we have to wait for an hour or more, that's just how it is. That's kind of the nature of being slaves."

Suzanne was still in a strangely emotionally-vulnerable mood. She usually was "the rock," not just for Susan but for the entire family/harem, so she felt extra pressure that everything should go right tonight. Compounding her worries was the fact that she normally helped direct events, but right now she had no control at all and no idea what was going on. That was downright unsettling for her.

As a result, Katherine's words hit her as if the harem situation were being explained to her for the first time. Suzanne thought, We're slaves! SLAVES! How mind-boggling is THAT?! Not just Glory, or even Susan, but ME too! How did I get myself into this situation?! That was never part of my original grand plan. Calling myself his slave is fine and dandy when it's just sex talk in the middle of a family orgy, but I can't stand it at a time like this, when he holds all the cards and I hold none. He's a good master, and a good man, but he could literally say or do anything and we'd nominally have to obey.

What if I'm wrong and this isn't just a ceremony to give us gifts or something like that?! Things have been going along swimmingly because we all basically want the same things, but what if he wants us to do something that I'd hate?! Would I still accept and obey him as my master then?!

She realized that she was panting heavily with nervousness. She forced her breathing to calm down somewhat. Shit! I'm getting too worked up. I need to trust him. That's a big part of why we're letting him "own" us, because we fully trust him. I DO trust him, and love him. I know I've got nothing to worry about. He'll give us some great gifts or make some kind of stirring promise or pledge, bedlam will ensue, and then we'll fuck the night away. It'll all be good.

She felt her pussy throb and moisten with anticipation, aching with the need to be filled again. Down, girl, she mentally addressed her pussy. You'll get what's coming to you, I promise. You'll be able to gorge yourself on cock and cum tonight!

However, in the back of Suzanne's mind, she remembered the discussion she'd had with Akami on the roof before dinner. Akami had asked her why she was pouring her deepest feelings and worries out to a relative stranger, and had recommended that Suzanne express those feelings to Alan and the rest of her true family. Suzanne had thought a ceremony and its aftermath would be an appropriate time to do that. So that was another reason why she was feeling unusually anxious, because she was having so much trouble expressing her deeper feelings.

There was a prolonged silence after Katherine's comment. Amy noticed Suzanne's strange expression, so she asked her, "Mother, are you feeling okay? You look kinda, I dunno, stressed out."

Suzanne forced a smile. "I'm fine. We're all a little stressed out, aren't we? For one thing, what's taking him so long?"

At that very moment, Alan was in his bedroom, lying on his bed. Suzanne was right that he generally took very little time getting ready. He had a tuxedo in the back of his closet that he'd bought a year earlier for an out-of-town wedding of one of Susan's many sisters. He'd gotten it out and put it on, and was all ready to go in less than five minutes. He'd even wet and combed his hair until it lost its usual untamed look, at least temporarily. Since then, he'd been just lying on his bed, trying to psych himself up while he waited for the ten minutes to pass.

In reality, he was twice as nervous as Suzanne, if not more so. With his eyes closed, he thought, God, man! Damn! Being a harem master is really stressful sometimes. Nobody ever mentioned that in the harem porn I read on the Internet. It's not just about sex; it's about love. And love means trust and commitment and responsibility, and all kinds of "mature" stuff like that. That's the most emotionally-rewarding part, but it's hard. I'm really still just a kid! Yet I'm expected to "own" and "lead" SIX or more totally amazing women?! How did I get into this?! They picked me way more than I picked them!

He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. It's time I man up! There's only one way forward, and tonight is a big part of it. Backing out isn't even an option. I've wanted this for a long time now. I want it more than anything. I just have to rise to the challenge. I CAN do this! The four of them make me want to be a better man, a mature man. NOW is the time to show that I can fill these "master" shoes they've laid out for me!

He stood up and walked across the room. With that last thought in mind, he realized with some amusement that he wasn't wearing any shoes at all, and wasn't about to put any on. Usually, the only time shoes were worn in the house were when his women were in their high heels. He snickered, Okay, metaphorical shoes then. But still, I'm a man now. They say I'm their motherfucking MASTER!

The four of them love me more than I can possibly imagine, and more than I deserve. There's no need to be nervous. Even if this is one of the most pivotal moments in my life. Maybe the MOST pivotal! Jesus! Don't think that! Come on, let's go!

He considered this such an important occasion that he ended up putting on shoes after all: his shiny black dress shoes, no less, to go with his tuxedo. He was trembling by the time he walked out of his room and started walking down the stairs.

The four ladies had been chatting about inconsequential things to cope with their own nervousness, but the living room fell silent when they heard his tread on the stairs. Then, when his tuxedo came into view, they collectively gasped and held their breaths.

The tuxedo raised the stakes, and everyone knew it. Like many male teenagers, Alan disdained formal clothes. It had to be a very special event just to get him to wear a suit and tie. Therefore, the tuxedo symbolized an even more important event. The only time he'd worn it had been to that wedding, and he'd basically been cajoled into wearing it against his will, whereas this time he was wearing it now all on his own.

He didn't give them much time to think or comment about his clothing, nor did he really take the time to get a good look at the fantastic outfits they were wearing. He needed hugs! He bee-lined to where they were standing as a group in the middle of the living room and immediately wrapped his arms around all four of them as best he could. It wasn't easy to hug four women at once, but he managed.

The women could tell that this was an emotional moment for him, rather than a sexual one. So, for once, there was no groping at his crotch. In fact, he wasn't even tumescent, since he was simply too anxious to be. But they hugged him tightly, silently trying to shower him with their love and care.

He could feel his worries fading away. Aaaah! This is just what I needed! How great is this?! They don't need me to come in here swaggering like John Wayne. They know that in a lot of ways I'm still a scared kid. But they love me anyway. I can feel SO MUCH LOVE from them! My God! And joy! How can I not feel like the king of the world?!

The four women rearranged themselves to press into him from every side. With his eyes closed, he silently added to himself, And boobs! I can definitely feel boobs! God, they're all so incredibly curvy and sexy. I'm not just the king of the world; I'm the luckiest guy in the history of the world! It seems I can literally do no wrong. I think this is going to make them so happy. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces! Let's do this already!

He broke out of their collective embrace and backed up a few steps. His worries were nearly gone, thanks to that group hug. His heart was thumping like a big bass drum.

He beamed a brilliant smile at them, one by one. Then he spoke in a confident voice. "Okay. I'm nervous as hell, but I feel a lot better after that. Thank you. As you can tell, this is a really important night for all of us."

Katherine broke some of the tension by quipping, "It's tuxedo important."

Amy added, "VOLUNTARY tuxedo important, no less!" She giggled.

Alan smiled at that. "It is. And you'll see why when I get to my big announcement in a few minutes. But before that, I want to make a couple of other important announcements, to make sure they don't slip my mind. For starters, I'm not going to hide the fact that I expect to do a LOT of fucking before this night is over. I plan to fuck each of you! But - and I need to make this completely clear now so there won't be any confusion or argument later - when all the fucking is over, I want to spend the night in my room with my lovely mother Suzanne in my arms, where she belongs, and which we've never been able to do before."

Suzanne's eyes bugged out in surprise. She hadn't been expecting that at all.

The other women all stared at her with envy.

She clutched a hand to her breast in the style Susan so often did. "ME?! Why me?!"

He responded, "Lots of reasons. I've generally been sleeping alone because, let's face it, if I didn't, how much sleep would I actually get? Knowing you bunch, probably not that much."

"Darn tootin'!" Amy joked in her attempt at a Daisy Duke southern accent.

"Oh I don't know," Katherine mused melodramatically, rolling her eyes. "You seem to sleep just fine with me." Then she leered, "And I love sleeping with you IN me..."

Suzanne arched an expressive eyebrow. "Really?" She already wanted to try that, and soon.

"Oh yeah," Katherine breathed sexily, "he sleeps like a baby with me."

Not wanting to let Katherine's bed habits take over his announcement, Alan raised his voice to draw their attention back to him. "But tomorrow," he declared, "there's obviously no school for any of us. Furthermore, we know that Eric and Brad are off on some overnight fishing trip, so this is a rare chance for Suzanne to spend the entire night here with me without arousing any suspicions."

Suzanne stepped forward and enveloped him in a hug. "Thank you! That may not seem like a big deal to you, but it's a very big deal for me!"

As he hugged her back, he said, "Oh, believe me, it's a very big deal for me too. Especially because it's the start of a new policy." He shared a short but sizzling French kiss with her.

He let go of Suzanne and waited until she rejoined the semi-circle of the others standing within arm's reach of him. Then he continued, with confident authority, "I'm now the master of an honest-to-god harem! Why should I EVER sleep alone again? From now on, I want to go to sleep with at least one of you in my arms. Every single night. At least one! Sometimes more, I'm sure. And yeah, maybe I won't get quite as much sleep that way. Maybe sometimes I'll have to wake up in the middle of the night and fuck my bed partner some more, but that's just a cross we'll all have to bear." He grinned impishly at that.

The four women were beaming and fidgeting with lusty delight.

Suzanne joked, "I can't wait to 'suffer' through that kind of treatment! In fact, I have a feeling I'm going to be doing a lot of 'suffering' tonight!" She winked at him, just about flooring him with her bedroom eyes.

He added, "I think that, naturally, I'm going to sleep with Mom and/or Sis quite a lot. That makes sense because we're already sleeping a stone's-throw away. And Aims, now that you're an adult and my official girlfriend, you can come here and spend the night, and what can your dad or brother do about it, right?"

"Totally!" Amy exclaimed. Like the other women, she was wearing particularly tall high heels. For even Amy to wear high heels (and some touches of makeup) showed how seriously they all were treating this. But she somehow managed to bounce up and down on her heels anyway.

Alan's smile widened as he basked in Amy's beaming enthusiasm. Then he looked back to Suzanne, who was still smiling from ear to ear as well. "So the main problem is with you, Mother. Until your divorce is fairly far along, you can't just disappear night after night or Eric will get suspicious. So whenever a rare opportunity like this comes along, we should take full advantage. And Aims, you shouldn't be spending lots of nights here either, or that'll cause trouble with them eventually. So you should come next. What I mean is, tomorrow night you and I have a date with Christine planned out already. When that's over, you can join me in my bed and we can celebrate all night long."

"Cool beans! I love it!" Amy leapt forward and enveloped him in a tight hug.

He hugged her back, then they shared a hot French kiss. When that ended, she whispered enticingly in his ear, "Tonight will be super awesome, I'm sure. But I already can't wait until tomorrow night! You'd better rest up and take your vitamins, buster. Then pick a restaurant where Christine and I can take turns sucking your cock under the table. Maybe even together! Then, when we get home, my ass belongs to you! Maybe Christine will watch and masturbate while we show her what anal sex is all about. Maybe she'll even guide Alan Junior in for me!" She moved his hand that had been on the middle of her back and brought it down to her ass cheek.

Unthinkingly, he lifted her short dark-blue dress and squeezed her firm buttocks. That can't happen, right? No way! Christine's not ready for any of that. Aims is just winding me up ... and succeeding! Crap. I'm actually in danger of getting an erection, despite being nervous as all hell. But still, the three of us are gonna have a lot of fun tomorrow. I can't wait either!

But then he disengaged, because he knew this wasn't the moment for such hanky-panky.

Chapter 3

He turned to Katherine. "Now, here's my second big announcement. Sis, in recent weeks, I know that you've felt a little bit left out. And rightly so. It's hard to 'compete' with the likes of Mom and Mother for a variety of reasons that we all know. Amy's got her special official-girlfriend status to help. She and I haven't done much with that yet, but I'm sure in the future Aims and I will be behaving in public in a touchy-feely boyfriend-girlfriend way, and doing things that you and I simply can't do in public. So that really sucks for you. I'm sorry."

Katherine sighed with exasperation. "Tell me about it. That's the story of my life lately."

He nodded. "I know. Which is why you need a special thing too. The mere fact that you're my sister is always going to thrill me sexually, but Amy is now officially my sister too, so that's not enough. That's why I've decided to make Thursday your special day, just like Tuesday is Mom's special day."

"WHAT?!" Katherine's jaw actually hung open in amazement.

He grinned, happy to see her shock. "I know I've kind of suggested that to you in the past, but I've been sort of hesitant about it. The reason is, I figured that if Mom has a day, and you have a day, then why shouldn't Mother and Aims have their own days too? And what about Glory and Brenda? And so on. Let's face it: I have a pretty big harem. I'm a damn lucky guy! But I don't want all spontaneity taken away by formalizing things with everyone having their own day. There aren't THAT many days in the week."

He went on, "That said, Sis, you really do need an equalizer, especially to balance Amy's official-girlfriend status. So I want Thursday to be your day, AND I'm officially declaring that there won't be any other special days. Tuesday for Mom and Thursday for you and that's it. How does that sound to everybody? Is that fair?"

He looked from face to face.

Katherine also stared at the faces of the other women. She clutched her hands together as if praying, and in fact she actually was praying that they would agree.

Before long, all eyes settled on Amy, since if anyone was going to object, it probably would be her.

Amy thought it over for a few seconds, then shrugged. "M'kay. I think that's cool. Right? I mean, it'll be like Mom's Tuesdays, won't it? We all still get to have sexy fun on Tuesdays; it's just that she gets kind of an extra oomph." She looked to Katherine. "It's not like you'll totally monopolize him all day, will you?"

Katherine hastened to explain, "Don't worry! I won't get greedy. It'll be just like Tuesdays. Hell, just the fact that I get my own day will give me wings the entire rest of the week!"

Amy beamed at that. "Cool. No worries from me then." She gave Katherine a quick hug.

Suzanne spoke up. "I have no problem with that either. Of course I'd like my own day too, but I understand the logic of it. Susan and I can be cock hogs at times-"

"'Can be?'" Amy teased.

"'At times?'" a smirking Katherine similarly interjected, almost as quickly. "We might as well call a spade a spade and say 'all the time.'"

Suzanne favored Katherine with a tolerant smile.

Amy leaned towards Katherine and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, "She isn't denying it!"