"If you get your man, it might bring you everything"

So that's what it's like to live like a king, you muse. I could get used to that.

Today is the day you decide to end your money troubles. But, first things first. You stretch as you stand up from your bed. Walking out to the hall, you can hear Dana singing in the shower:

"♪ Lie down Betty, see what tomorrow brings. ♫"

Your parents inundated the two of you with 60s music, what can you say? Grinning, you open the door and prepare to join your sister.

"♪ May bring you sunshine, may bring you diamond ring, ♫" she continues.

"♪ But if you lose your man it won't bring you anything, ♫" you finish for her. She grins at you as you open the shower door and step in, bending down to kiss her lips while your hands grip her ass and pull her towards you. Your tongues explore each others mouth, not in a fight for dominance, but in the service of mutual adoration.

You break the kiss, both of you panting for breath, still with silly grins on your faces. By unspoken decision, the two of you start soaping each other up, paying special attention to the places you know spark joy. Eventually, neither of you can stand the teasing any longer. Your hands grab her waist and you pin her to the shower wall with your chest, kissing her more forcefully than before. Dana rocks her hips forward, allowing your shaft, which had been pinned between her legs, the ability to twitch upwards.

It catches on the lips of her vulva, and you give a grunt as you push between her folds. She moans into your shoulder as you continue to push your way in, until you reach the end of her tunnel and pause to give her a moment to adjust to your size. Then you rear your hips back and slam forward, causing her to scream your name.

"Yes, John! Harder!"

Her nipples are like small daggers digging into your chest, evidence of the **** with which you're pinning her to the wall. Your hands move down to cup her ass, as you begin to pound your sister's slit. She lifts her legs and locks them behind your waist, briefly helping to push you into her until the sensations become too much for her and they go limp (but still locked) behind you.

By this point your hips are moving as fast as you've ever seen them go, slamming fully into your sister again and again. Her moans are practically non-stop at this point, with changes in pitch indicating your rhythm. Suddenly her pussy clamps down in orgasm on your shaft, and the increased friction sends you beyond the point of no return, so two strokes later you hold yourself as deep in your sister as possible and fire rope after rope of jizz into her.

You stay in her a full minute while she comes down from her peak, then pull yourself out with a pop. You kiss Dana tenderly while helping her regain her footing.

"That was wonderful, John. I love you so much." You look down at her with a protective smile.

"And I'm so glad you're mine, Dana. I wouldn't trade you for the world."

The two of you dry off and dress with relatively few hijinks and wander downstairs, where a pleasant aroma signals that it's nearly time for breakfast. As you enter the kitchen, you see Ailani and your mother talking over the stove, where pancakes are sizzling.

"Good morning, ladies," you say while placing yourself between them, one arm around the hip of each. You give each of them a quick kiss on the lips. "This smells amazing." You give each woman's ass a good squeeze, then wander back to the living room to wait for the food to be ready.

Breakfast is a relatively quiet affair. Rosa and your father are apparently still recovering from last night, so it's just four of you around the table. You decide to fill them in on your plans for the day (and the near future).

"Ladies, I have plans for today that I would love your help with."

"Of course, John. What can we help you with?" asks Erin.

Well, we need a bigger house if I'm going to expand my harem and breed all of you. Oh, by the way, Ailani, I want you to stop taking birth control. I'm look forward to knocking you up."

"Yes, sir," she replies.

"Anyway, I've got a list of cute little rich boys. So today we're going to go and find one of them with a house we like, dominate him, and move in. Every good harem needs a eunuch to help run it, right?"

"Aww, that's going to be so cuuuute!" your sister squeals. "Can we make him dress like a girl?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way," you counter with a grin.

Three hours of driving and interviewing later, you're approaching the final house from your initial list. No luck so far. There's always been something wrong with either the boy or the house, something that's put off you or one of your three "advisors." You've resigned yourself to yet another failure, and the extra work that will come with having to find more candidates. After all, the extra rooms won't truly be necessary until nine months from now.

Still, you have one left.

The car pulls up to what can only be described as an estate with a mansion. There's a pull in blocked off by a gate, behind which a large lawn is mostly hidden by a brick wall. The success you've had talking your way into the previous mini-mansions fills you with confidence as you ring the buzzer by the gate.