Chapter 237: Talks With My Fiancées; Part Two

Sunday, June 12, 2005 (Continued)

I disengaged my lips, saying, "I never intended to tell you any of this until after your exams were finished."

Carol smiled happily at that, knowing it meant I hadn't been able to resist her. That she hadn't resisted me was great, but I was worried about her screwing up her exams because I distracted her so badly. I thought of a little trick that might help. "I told you I'll be going to a top-ranked university after next year, and obviously I'll be taking my wives with me. That means you and Julia will have to relocate to a new school. I shall be extremely disappointed if I get accepted into a really good university, but I can't go there because the closest school won't accept you because your last couple of years' exam results weren't good enough. In other words, we're not going to have any more distracting discussions until after your last exam. It's important you do well, and I'll be very disappointed if you don't. You need to hit the books, and hit them with a clear, focused, undistracted mind. Okay?" I had no idea how getting into a new school was done, or whether exam results would be an issue then, but it sounded good.

"Yes, darling. {Giggle}, it's so weird to call you that."

"Yes, bunny."

"Haha."

"I have a few last points to tidy up, bunny. First, I need to check that you're okay with my plan for tricking our parents. I want us to be lovers, and the..."

"Letting you exaggerate to Mom and Dad doesn't worry me, if that's what it takes for us to be together. You did say you couldn't be sure it wasn't genetic, so you might be telling the truth. I've also realized that we're going to have to be very careful about everyone else."

"Yeah, that's a problem. I've got some plans that can reduce the risk, but we'll still need to be careful. Our mansion is being chosen for privacy, so that works well for you and me. Also, soon after school starts next year, you're going to be coming out as a lesbian."

"Huh! My husband is telling me to be a lesbian? That's weird."

"We'll be telling everyone that Julia is my girlfriend AND your girlfriend. Remember that I've said that you and Julia will be very happy to be lovers by then, so you won't have to act attracted to Julia. We'll tell everyone that you and I are sharing Julia, and that'll be the excuse for the three of us to be together all the time. And being a lesbian rather than bisexual, you can't be interested in me."

"Haha. Good idea. You REALLY have thought of all sorts of things."

"It's been what I've thought about more than everything else for the last three weeks. One amusing consequence of your coming out as a lesbian is that it SHOULD keep you safe from other boys, but the bizarre thing is that it'll actually make other boys chase you harder for a while. Sorry about that, but it won't be for long and I'm confident you'll handle it well. It's worth it, to make our relationship safer."

Having Carol come out at the beginning of school rather than some time during the summer would maximize the hassles she got from other guys. She'll handle those very easily, because she'll have far more self-confidence by then, but they'll give me an excuse to make my, "I Love My Sister Carol" speech in this dimension. Having all the girls in my new grade's classes blown away by my wonderfulness was an excellent way to get the school year off to a good start. In case you're wondering, I've got several justifications for planning the seduction of more girls in the middle of proposing marriage to my sister (I'm not nearly as immoral as that sentence makes me seem - honest!). The main one is that I truly appreciated how much I had been learning from my playing around with other girls. It was making me a much better person, which had to be better for Carol in the long run. Second, Julia wouldn't let me stop! And after Julia had spent some time talking to Carol, I was sure Carol wouldn't let me stop either. You may recall that it was during 3B's honeymoon that my wives first suggested that I should play around, so I was continuing a tradition here. Third, it'd be fun! There are other reasons, but those will do for now.

I continued, "Just in case the genetic theory is correct, I'll be keeping a close eye on you and Donna. Donna I'm not so worried about because if it's genetic, it probably got turned on as part of the changes of late adolescence, which Donna's barely started. I'll give you a couple of little tests you should do every week or so: a little juggling and trying to read two books at the same time. They'll only take you a few seconds per week to try, and Mom's seeing you do them will help keep her thinking the way I want."

With amazement, "You thought of this earlier too?"

"Weeks ago." I remembered the mistake Julia and I had made with Ava - claiming I was infallibly smart - and it made me backpedal somewhat. I added, "I can see you're impressed, but please don't think I'm always perfectly right about everything. I've spent a long time thinking about how to make it possible for us to be together, and I am very smart, but I'm not infallible. I ordered you to stop worrying about it before because you were getting upset about all the problems, but I don't want you to assume I never make mistakes. Have faith in me, but ask me about it if you think of something that looks like a problem. Okay?"

"Okay. I don't think I'll find any problems before you do. I am VERY impressed by how smart you are."

"You'll see me make plenty of mistakes. Back to my point about the genetic theory. I'll keep an eye on you and Donna, and obviously when you're a mom we'll both be hoping that our kids develop special abilities, but I don't have any real hope of that. But if you're seven months pregnant and you hear a yelling from inside you saying, 'I'm bored. Can someone push a computer up here for me to play with?', then it'd be good to let me know."

"Haha. I SURE will! Just as soon as I finish telling him off for not saying please." Carol paused briefly, got a little gleam in her eye, then added, "If we had special kids, do you think they could..."

"Quite possibly."

"You didn't wait for my question! Do you know what I was going to say?"

"As soon as we started talking about our having special children, I've been waiting for you to think of them flying like Peter Pan..."

"Haha. You're right! That's EXACTLY what I was going to ask. You're VERY smart!"

"That was an easy one, bunny. I know you've watched the movie many times, we were talking about children, and flying would be SO cool! By the way, what do you weigh?"

"Huh. Umm, about 130 pounds, I think. Why?"

#1: <Pity. 120 would have been worth putting her on a diet for, but starting from 130 is too much for her to lose.>

"I'll save the answer for a few weeks. I've got two more things I want to do before sending you back to your studies, but before those, can I have another kiss please?" It turned out that I could.

We'd been talking so long since the last kiss that Carol had lost her arousal. The second of the two things I was going to do to her needed her to be aroused for it to work. Between this steamy kiss, and the next thing I was going to do to her, she should easily be aroused enough.

Carol enjoyed this kiss even more, probably because she was surer of my feelings for her.

I stopped her before she got too steamy, telling her, "You've seen cop shows on TV where they get a guy to spread his arms and legs and lean against a car so they can search him. I want you to do that against that wall."

It wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting. "Huh? Why?"

"I'll tell you while you're doing it." I gently pushed her, giving her an unmistakable hint. Carol started doing as I wanted, so I told her, "Remember I originally said I had two reasons for loving you, the 'top reason' and the 'bottom reason'. We've done lots of talking about the top reason, and I haven't checked out the bottom reason at all."

"{Giggle}. Are you going to do something naughty?" asked Carol hopefully.

"Wait and see."

The wall I'd indicated meant Carol's ass was facing me (if asses can be said to face). She was wearing a skirt, I wanted to see her ass and I had 64 NP-fingertips at my command. You probably don't need me to tell you what happened next.

It didn't take Carol long to work out what was happening: she felt her skirt move and looked down quickly to confirm it. Then she looked back at me. I was still sitting in my chair, smiling at her.

I said, "I order you to keep your hands where they are until I tell you otherwise."

Her skirt was long, which would've meant raising it to head height when it was pulled up, but with so many fingertips it was very easy for me to fold it in on itself as I raised it.

Carol made a little "Ohh" groan as she felt her skirt rise above her ass. And again a few seconds later as it kept being raised. I made a mental note that Carol needed a lot of new clothes, including sexier panties. Although, to be fair, she probably hadn't expected this to happen when she'd come into my room. I was reasonably sure Julia wouldn't mind taking Carol shopping again.

I went fairly slowly to build her mood better, but it still didn't take long to have her skirt pulled so high that it was entirely above its own waistband. It was even pulling upward on the waistband, so Carol could feel that she was totally exposed. It was rolled up enough so no part of it was higher than her armpits, so her face was completely clear. That way there'd be no way she could hide from our sight.

Holding her skirt in place, I used several more pairs of fingertips to grip the top of her panties and slowly peel them down.

"OHH."

"You don't expect me to marry a girl without checking her bottom reason, do you?"

Carol tried to turn around enough to talk with me easily, but I quickly stopped that, "Hands on the wall!"

A few seconds later, "Lift your right foot, bunny."

"Ohh." Then she did so.

"Left foot now please."

I flew her panties to the side, then up to her eye level. "You won't be needing these for a while," as I slowly flew them back to me, her eyes tracking them all the way.

I picked them out of the air, and put them in one of my pockets. I looked at Carol's ass for a few seconds, then said, "Nice ass, bunny."

I scratched my forehead to cover my closing my eyes. I created a sight blob and quickly sent it through the wall (they're good that way) and into the girls' room, checking that Julia was in there, and that Mom and Dad were not. I was fortunate that my room and the girls' rooms are on opposite sides of the hallway, as the intervening wall and door reduced my maximum range considerably. [[It's not relevant here, but I'll take the opportunity to remind you that this range penalty was entirely a creation of my own expectations.]]

I shouted, "JULIA, WOULD YOU COME HERE PLEASE?"

"Oh no," from Carol, as she started dropping her hands.

I immediately commanded, although not so loudly as my shout for Julia, "Hands on the wall!"

Carol's hands flew back to the wall. Her obedience was great to see.

We heard the sounds of Julia coming. I confirmed it was Julia by closing my eyes momentarily for a very quick sight blob check.

Carol was nervous, and showed it by shifting her weight from one foot to the other, so I increased her embarrassment by commenting, "Moving like that makes your ass look great!" Which immediately froze her.

Julia opened the door, said "Ye..." then she saw Carol; and in particular, Carol's naked ass. That shut Julia up. Julia did a double-take, then turned to me for an explanation.

I had only just opened my mouth to speak, when Julia remembered something. She turned around and started closing the door. I quickly said, "Leave it open. I don't care how many people see Carol."

"{Groan}," from Carol.

Julia left it where it was, turning to look at me again.

I said, fairly quietly, "I think it's important that people getting married should have their bottoms approved first, so would you please check Carol's bottom out thoroughly."

Julia was confused, but she didn't hesitate to go along with my request. She moved behind Carol's behind, bending down to look at it.

Carol was blushing delightfully, and was starting to move from foot to foot nervously again.

Julia looked back to ask me, "Just visually, or by touch too?"

"By all means by touch. It's important that you're fully happy with her bottom." I repeated "bottom" to make sure Julia understood that this game was only about Carol's bottom, and not to wander into nearby territory.

Julia started feeling Carol's bottom, looking at me for approval as she was doing so, which I gave by nodding and smiling. Carol expressed her opinion by groaning and flushing some more.

While Carol was distracted, I used NP to push the door closed quietly. The last thing I wanted was anyone else seeing what was happening, or listening to the conversation we'd be having soon.

I let Julia feel around for about thirty very embarrassing (for Carol) seconds, then asked, "What do you think, Julia? Is Carol's ass acceptable?" I supplied the answer by was of a very enthusiastic thumbs-up sign and a huge smile on my face.

Julia enthused, "It's a WONDERFUL ass. Far better than merely 'acceptable'."

"That's good news, isn't it, Carol?"

Carol didn't answer, so I suggested, "If Julia's opinion isn't enough, maybe we should walk Carol down the street and ask all our neighbors."

"{Groan}. Julia's opinion is enough. Oh God."

"That's good to know. Put your hands on your head and walk toward me, bunny."

Carol put her hands on her head all right, but partway through turning around to face me she realized she had a problem, and she froze. "Ahh, Mark?"

"Yes, bunny?"

"My skirt's still up in the air."

"I'm aware of that, bunny."

"But you'll see me."

"I imagine that'd be very embarrassing for you?"

"Yes it would. Can I..."

"No you can't. I don't mind at all if you're embarrassed, bunny. Turn to face me and walk here please."

"{Groan}." A very red faced Carol reluctantly turned to face me.

I looked straight at her pussy as she slowly walked toward me. When she'd seen that I'd had a good look at her, I looked up to her face, then said, "You'll have to shave that hair off, because Julia, Ava and I are going to be spending a lot of time licking that lovely pussy of yours." A statement that would have answered some of Julia's questions, and created a whole lot more.

I gave Carol a couple of seconds to enjoy the graphic nature of that embarrassment, then added, "Do you know how to shave that hair, or should I call around all the girls I know to ask them to come over to help you?"

Carol was starting to breathe heavier now, so it was going great. She found the breath to answer, "I think I can do it."

"Maybe my soccer team would all like to watch. You could do it on the front lawn one afternoon."

"{GROAN}."

"Come here, bunny. Sit on my chair." I got up to make room for her.

Panting - not heavily, but definitely noticeably - Carol did as I'd asked.

"No, don't close your legs, bunny. Open them wide so anyone walking in the door will get a very good view of your pussy. Wider. Wider. That's a good bunny. You do have a VERY beautiful pussy, my darling little bunny. It's so beautiful I'll have to think of some good ways to let other people get glimpses of it."

"Oh God! You wouldn't really make me do that, would you?"

"Julia, do you know where Carol can buy some extremely short miniskirts? So short that people will get glimpses of her lovely pussy when she's not wearing panties?" I NP-tapped Julia twice on the top of her head.

"Yes. I know just the place. If she buys them a couple of sizes too small she won't be able to sit down without showing everything."

"That's VERY good to know. I'll have to think about us all going there one day soon, and having Carol parade around pantiless in smaller and smaller sizes, until I'm happy with the view.

^-- "Why are you letting so much of your pussy juice run out of your pussy and all over my chair, bunny?"

Carol looked down and saw that it was true. "Oh God!"

"OPEN your legs, bunny. I didn't give you permission to close them. Good. I didn't give you permission to drip pussy juice all over my chair either. Look at how much is coming out of you! That's more like 'spraying' than 'dripping'. My whole room is going to smell of your pussy juice now. I'm going to need a bucket to clean up the mess you're making. Why are you flooding so much, bunny? Do you normally leak so badly wherever you go?"

Panting and flushing heavily, Carol said, "It's you. You're doing it to me."

"I haven't touched you! Not even once. The mess you're making in my room is ENTIRELY because you have no self-control. What sort of girl goes around leaving puddles of her pussy juice in her brother's bedroom?"

Carol was well over the minimum level of arousal I needed for my last trick. I said, "Julia, would you stand beside Carol's left shoulder please." I moved to Carol's right shoulder.

^-- "Bunny, remember I told you at the beginning of our conversation that I know your body well enough to give you sensations better than you've ever had before, and I said I'd give you a demonstration later to prove it?"

"You have! You have! I can't believe how good that was. You knew exactly what to say to me..."

"Sweetie, that was just a mental warm-up to get you in the mood. I'm just about to start the demonstration now. First I want you to lower your hands and hold your dress yourself. I suggest you keep it up, because it'll get wet if it falls between your legs. During this demonstration I order you to sit as still and quietly as you can. That's a good bunny."

To Julia I said, "Julia, you and I are going to lick, suck, and toward the end, nip on Carol's earlobes. Try not to touch her body anywhere else. Are you ready?"

I bent over so my mouth was beside Carol's right ear. Julia looked amused as she followed my lead.

A puzzled Carol asked, "Earlobes? What about my earlobes?"

The answer to Carol's question (not that I was going to answer her verbally) is that her earlobes are a very sensitive erogenous zone. I'd discovered this by accident when kissing my way around 3B's Carol's neck during sex. Provided Carol was turned on already, then her earlobes were more sensitive than her clit, and she has TWO earlobes! Whenever Julia and I had double-teamed Carol's earlobes in 3B-land, she'd gone off like a rocket. Her lobes were actually too sensitive. She couldn't handle their being sucked for long because they got so intense it was painful for her. That seems a bizarre result from somewhere as mundane as earlobes, but that's what happened. In this case I didn't expect it to take long. Carol was already very aroused, and Julia and I would be taking Carol over the top as fast as we could.

Amusingly, 3B's Carol had had no idea that her lobes were erogenous, not until I'd discovered it, and by the look of puzzlement on this Carol's face, she obviously had no idea either. She was about to find out.