Alan woke up with his arm around Katherine. He opened his eyes and saw her still sleeping with a smile on her face.
Too cool! he thought. Waking up with Sis, AND yesterday was a pretty awesome day! His first thought was the sexual fun he and Christine had shared, but then he remembered the fight. He tested his body, and especially his hands, and was surprised at how little his injuries hurt.
He luxuriated in reviewing all that had happened the day before, focusing mostly on how he'd kissed and fondled Christine extensively. Hoo-eee! I swear, over the last three years, I jacked off so much thinking about Christine that it could be measured in gallons. And now, a lot of what I dreamed about has come true! She has the most frigging amazing body, and it feels as good as it looks.
But still, I'm here with Sis. I need to put my Christine thoughts away for a while, 'cos to think about her now would be rude. His hand was resting on Katherine's mane of dark brown hair, and he very gently stroked it a little bit.
He lay there for a few minutes, until the urge to pee grew too great and he was forced to get up. He tried to extricate himself from Katherine without waking her up, but there was no good way to pull his body out from under hers. As he left the bed, he saw her stirring a bit, and even grumble in her sleep. He wished he could have stayed there with her a long time, but nature called.
He did most of his morning routine, including shaving and brushing his teeth. By the time he got back, Katherine was obviously awake and sitting up against the headboard. Wow, just look at Sis. She looks really submissive and sultry with her hands cuffed behind her back like that. I'm warming up to the bondage thing, as long as I'm not the one who gets tied up.
"Morning, Brother. But what's the big deal?" she complained. She attempted to raise her hands so she could rub her eyes, but that did little except make her handcuffs clank and rattle since they were locked behind her. (She'd gotten uncomfortable and woken up a couple of times to change the position of her hands, but she'd never had her handcuffs taken all the way off.)
She looked at him with seeming annoyance, and pouted, "That's not how you're supposed to wake up."
He got back in bed, naked, but stayed on top of the sheets. He kissed her on the top of the head. "It's not? Why not?"
"You're supposed to wake up with Alan Junior in my mouth. We've got certain morning 'alarm clock' traditions in this house, and I have a Number One Fuck Toy reputation to maintain, you know." She said this in a playful way, but she also was genuinely frustrated that he'd woken up before she did.
"What are you doing?" he asked, as he saw her shake her way out from under the covers and then kneel in the middle of the bed.
Smiling widely, she thrust her impressive chest out, and held her head high. She didn't have any choice but to keep her wrists together behind her back, since they were cuffed that way. "Your sex slave fuck toy sister, reporting for cock cleaning duty, Master!" She giggled.
He looked at her and couldn't help but feel impressed. How am I supposed to keep in control when she shows off her magnificent tits like that? I'd better try to calm her down or I'll never be able to have a serious discussion about what's bugging me. He said, "Sis, you don't have to do that. I'm really just your brother, you know."
She made an exasperated noise. "But I want to. Holy moly, the things you did to me last night. That whole body orgasm was just about the greatest thing ever! I love you more today than ever before, and I didn't even know that was possible. Come on, hop up next to me so I can properly blow you." She tried in vain to use her hands to point at a spot on the bed, and wound up nodding at the spot instead.
He winced as he thought about a wake up blowjob.
She noticed. "What? Are you upset about something? Do your wounds hurt?"
"Nah. My wounds are fine. They're not even on my mind anymore. It's just that... Well, I'm in kind of a philosophical mood. I'm not feeling horny in the slightest. By the way, do you want your cuffs off?"
"Yes, please. As great as they look, and as much as I loved waking up like this, I have to admit they're kind of chafing my wrists." She held her hands out, and he easily undid them.
As he worked on them, he recalled how she'd been forced to wake him up in the middle of the night so he could take them off just long enough for her to go to the bathroom. He asked, "Did you enjoy wearing those all night?"
"You betcha!"
"Why?!"
She rubbed her now freed wrists. "You wouldn't understand. You tried that submissive experiment a couple of days ago, remember? Obviously, it doesn't work for you."
As he sat next to her in the middle of the bed, she added, "Just trust me that it was pretty cool wearing them all night long. We're gonna have to do that a lot more, where you keep me as your cuffed slave all night long. I woke up a couple of times, only to realize with a start that you were in bed with me and I was all bound and thoroughly enslaved. I got so excited that I wanted to wake you, but I knew I shouldn't."
"Why the handcuffs though? It's not like you're gonna up and escape."
She rolled her eyes and huffed, "Bro, you just don't get it. It has NOTHING to do with wanting to escape or not. Sheesh!"
He shrugged, all but admitting defeat in trying to understand her mentality, at least for the moment.
Her hands went straight to her new collar, and she lovingly caressed it. "You can't get aroused with only one of your collared sex slaves, huh? Maybe I should go and get our super-stacked Mom to help. She probably needs to be milked by now, anyway." Despite her light tone, not to mention her intense sexual experience the night before, she couldn't completely shake her feelings of physical inferiority.
His concern about her feelings caused him to refocus his attention on her. "No, that's not it. Not at all! You're beautiful. And totally wonderful."
He caressed her cheek, and looked intently into her eyes. "It goes without saying that I love you as much as anybody in this world. It's just that, before I even opened my eyes and remembered where I was, it hit me that I have this harem. And yeah, it excites me some, but today it's also making me feel burdened down. There's so much physically intense sex and emotional drama going on in my life that I'm sitting here wondering how I can muster the emotional and physical energy to be 'on' again today. I have this huuuuuge reputation to maintain now. It's fun to be 'Alan Plummer, supposed super stud,' most of the time, but sometimes I just wanna call time out, you know?"
"No," she admitted, "but I can kinda sorta imagine. I'm not a guy who somehow regularly cums six or more times a day. Frankly, this last week or two, sometimes I've been wondering how you manage to keep up with all of us. I've gotta say, I'm really impressed. From time to time, I proudly think, 'That's my brother!'" She cuddled her naked body against his, and ruffled his hair. "Like the way you deal with Heather."
He sighed and groaned. "Don't remind me. She's such a pain in the ass... And I'm gonna have to deal with her at some point today." He sighed again.
Despite his ennui, he found himself lightly tracing the shape of his sister's hip with a finger. That gesture reminded him of Heather's hips, and then her richly tanned and firm ass cheeks. Thoughts of plunging his erection deep into Heather's muscular ass boosted his confidence a bit, but didn't help him grow aroused.
"Yeah, but she's totally worth the hassle, isn't she?" Katherine playfully poked him in his side. "Just think about her body. She's like one of those Baywatch babes, only for real. Think about her ASS! Think about sliding your big, fat cock into her tight back door, and giving her the pleasure she craves and so desperately needs. Feel your balls churning and pumping your thick, hot cum deep inside her itchy, bitchy, itty bitty butthole!"
She got up on all fours on the bed and gripped her dark brown hair above the back of her neck, making a ponytail. Then, while still holding her hair like that, she closed her eyes and swayed her entire body back and forth as if she were being roughly fucked in the ass.
He lightly chuckled. "I get the picture." He was surprised his penis still wasn't responding, because his sister looked very sexy and tempting doing that, and the thoughts about Heather's ass alone would normally have gotten his motor running.
She sat back beside him and fingered her collar again. "Think about totally humbling and taming her. In fact, think about all the pussy taming you do on a daily basis in general. Gaawwwd, Brother, thinking about how impressive and relentless you are is making my pussy wet. Who knows? Maybe today will finally be the day you tame Christine the way SHE needs to be tamed. You know and I know that today you're gonna be sliding your cock between those huge melons of hers, don't you agree?"
"Well, I don't know about that," he grumbled. But his mood was improving, especially because he thought, You know what? I probably will! Wow! And she might end up sucking my dick today too. Christine! Talk about a mind-blowing idea!
"You totally know it!" Katherine grabbed his hand and put it directly between her breasts. Then she pushed her breasts together with both hands.
Without thinking, he kept his fingers straight but bunched them together. Then he started sliding them up and down, as if it was his dick getting titfucked.
Trying to imitate Christine's voice, she moaned, "Oh Alan, where have you been all my life? I don't care about the incest. As for the harem, where do I sign up? Will you collar me, like you did your sister and mother?" She giggled.
He snorted. "Yeah. As if!" He withdrew his hand. We all know what Christine would really say if she knew about that. She could ruin everything. I've got such a great thing going, but I could lose it all by getting greedy with her. But I can't help myself! She's just too sexy!
"Hey, you never know, with your luck. The fact is, you're probably the luckiest kid on Earth! You have no cause to grumble. Sure, it's taxing, but you've got a fuckin' HAREM of the most buxom and beautiful women you could possibly imagine! And we all love you! Think about all our arms, surrounding you, enfolding you in our united love."
He closed his eyes and imagined. "Mmmm. Sounds pretty good..."
"Now, picture Mom, Mother, Amy, me, Brenda, and Glory all naked and in a line, our hands on the backs of our heads, our legs spread wide, and a metal chain leading from each of our collars. All the chains would ultimately link together and lead back to one chain in your hand." Her hand went back to her collar and she resumed stroking it. She stroked his chest with her other hand.
She went on, "Heck, I'm feeling generous, so let's toss Christine, Heather, Simone, Kim, Akami, and Xania in there, too. My GOD! Can you just picture it? That's a DOZEN women all eager to serve you! And okay, maybe twelve is pushing it, but you could get most of them to show up for that very pose today, if you really wanted to."
She was periodically looking down at his penis. It had been slowly engorging, and now it was stiff enough for her to take it in her hand and start stroking. She snickered to herself, A-ha! The Christine Effect in action again! Though, admittedly, I'm having to throw the rest of his slaves and sex pets in there for good measure. He must really be in a stubbornly non-erotic mood, but I can fix that. Hee-hee!
He didn't react to her hand, but pictured her idea even more vividly. Wow! Twelve babes? Whoa! Twelve naked busty babes, including my mothers and sisters, all in CHAINS?! Even Christine in there? Right there in the middle of all the others, with a collar and an iron chain! A full and willing member of my harem, dedicated to serving my dick! Damn, man! Damn! They're all just too sexy! It's not normal!
Thinking about that caused his slowly engorging dick to suddenly swell to full hardness. He asked, "Why do they have their hands behinds their heads? Are they bound together back there, or something?"
"No, silly," Katherine replied, as if she was explaining an obvious real world situation. "That's so we can show our totally willing subservience and obedience to you, which we'd be doing anyway, even without the chains." As her fingers slid up and down his shaft, she thought, Sweet! I'll have to remember what gets him hard, even in dire situations. Christine and/or chains certainly do the trick! And I'm not jealous of the Super Stacked Ice Queen, because I'm the one with all this hot cock-meat in my hands! She snickered with glee.
He felt mentally overwhelmed, because he realized there was some truth in what she was saying. At least some of his women would gladly stand in a line like that. He plaintively asked her, "But why me? Why me?! What did I do to deserve all this? Seriously. I feel so unworthy. Okay, so let's say I have some talent at pleasing women, both in and out of bed. I mean... I could be the greatest Don Juan on Earth, and even that wouldn't explain how fortunate I am. I'm afraid karma's gonna bite me on the ass sooner or later, or I'm gonna wake up and find out I was a brain in a jar all along, or who knows what. It just doesn't make sense."
"Now you're just being silly. 'Brain in a jar.'" She snorted, as she happily stroked his stiff erection. "Besides, remember that it's not all about you. Sure, we all love you, and love submitting to you, and we really, really love stroking your cock, but..."
As her fingers played on his frenulum, she stared at his dick and thought, It's so long and FAT, and yummy looking this morning. Even more so than usual! Is it my collar making me extra horny this morning? Probably, hee-hee!
Seeing that she'd gotten a bit distracted, he prodded her, "But...?"
"But, this is also a kind of female collective. We love each other. God forbid, but if you were to suddenly pass away, I think most of us would somehow manage to go on as a unified sexual family, without any male at all. Probably Suzanne would lead us, because it would be chaos without a leader, plus we're a pretty submissive bunch. Although some of us have our uppity moments." She flashed him a naughty smile.
He considered that, and said, "Yeah, that's true. It's not all about me. I should probably just shut up with my self-important ramblings and enjoy what I've got, right?"
He brought a hand back to her body, and started exploring her tummy, of all places. He thought, Sis is so fuckin' fit! She almost, but not quite, has the beginnings of a muscular six pack. Where'd that come from?
She smiled. "Now you're talking. But also remember, we're not energy vampires. I want to lift you up, not wear you out. For instance, this handjob I'm giving you now."
She stroked his boner with more vigor as she saw his gaze drop down to his crotch. "Isn't that making you feel better? Don't you like it when one of your two sex toy sisters slides both of her hands up and down your huge fuck stick? Don't you love the sticky sound of all that pre-cum sloshing around? Don't you feel your energy start to surge?"
He stared at his crotch as if it was the first time that he'd ever seen his dick stroked. "As a matter of fact, that is pretty inspiring."
"Don't you especially like it when I do this? I know you do." Two fingers on one hand simultaneously stimulated his sensitive frenulum and piss hole, while her other hand gently grasped and kneaded his balls.