A family breakfast

You wake up the next day with your arm over Heather's naked body. The sheets are a little sticky from all the fun you've been having, but other than that everything is perfect in your life. Well except for having to work as a waiter all summer, and your mom and older sister bullying your live-in girlfriend, and the idiots on mopeds threatening you and your women. But nobody ever said you'd get to live in a utopia, and a naked island with a few annoying problems is certainly still drastically better than your old life in a boring, dying city where your big hope on a nice summer's day was that you'd see a woman in a skimpy bikini at the pool. Usually you just saw overweight Karens their black one-pieces.

It's late morning but you hear the clanging of pots in the kitchen and soon enough Ellen marches into your room without knocking.

"Breakfast in five minutes, boys and sluts," she says.

Ellen is naked as always in this place. She looks good now that she's shaved her twat. Considering what you're doing with Katy, you've lost all inhibition about admitting you find your big sister's body very attractive. If only her personality matched.

"Don't call Heather a slut," you say sleepily as you cast off the sticky covers. She mumbles next to you so you know she's awake. "Breakfast time, baby."

"I'll call her what I want," Ellen says, "It's my house."

"It's mom's house," you say. You hate bickering with your family but Ellen makes it hard to resist.

"That's disgusting," Ellen says, glaring at you.

You wonder what she's on about now but then realize you've got a big ten-inch boner and Ellen is looking right at it. "Morning wood," you say, "Can't be helped."

"I wouldn't know," she says, "I don't know anything about dicks. Unlike your girlfriend."

"Yeah cause you're auditioning to star in the sequel to the 40-Year-Old Virgin," Heather says in a raspy voice as she sits up in bed.

"I'm 23!" Ellen screams, obviously Heather having touched a nerve, "And being a virgin is a good thing to any sane person."

Mom yells from the kitchen to keep it down and Ellen stomps off. You look to Heather. "Uh, sorry about her," you say, "Back home girls do get a lot of crap for having sex before marriage."

Heather shrugs. "That's why I like it here, but even here sluts get **** still," she says.

You take her hand and go to the bathroom down the hall with her. It's a black-and-white tile bathroom that looks pretty nice. "Hold my cock," you say, and she doesn't even hesitate to aim your dick as you take your morning pee. There's so many fringe benefits to living with your sexy girlfriend who seems to be totally into all manner of perverted behavior.

"Want me to suck it?" she says.

"Later," you say, "Maybe at the breakfast table, to upset Ellen," you say.

Heather grins. "I'd do it," she says.

"I know you would," you say, "I love you."

Heather gasps. You've slept on it and you are even more sure that you love her now. Why hide it?

"I love you too," she says excitedly, squeezing your cock to get the last bits of pee out, "I never thought a guy would say that to me. I'm so happy!"

You kiss her on the lips. "We can have sex later, for now I'm hungry. Let's go have breakfast."

As always, Heather thinks whatever you suggest is a great idea and follows you out to the kitchen.

Katy is at the table already with bedhead, one side of her brown hair humorously flat where she slept on it. In the past you'd have made fun of her for this, but now she's your oddly submissive secret second girlfriend. Maybe you should tease her just to keep up appearances, but you doubt your mom and older sister pay attention to your behavior closely enough to notice a difference.

You sit down between Heather and Katy at the round table off the main cooking area of the kitchen.

"Do you kids work today?" Mom calls out from the stove, where she's wearing an apron, the one article of clothing allowed here. But you can see her bare butt from behind, nobody can ever fully cover up here.

"Yeah, we finally have the evening shift, and Katy's training," you say. "And we're not kids."

You're 19, your girlfriend's 20, and even Katy's 18. Being called a kid so dismissively suddenly chafes at you.

"It's just a figure of speech," Ellen says, "It's not an ad hominem, calm down."

You roll your eyes at her pseudo-intellectual defensiveness but remember there's no point in arguing with her, she always wins one way or the other.

Mom serves everyone fruit and oatmeal for breakfast. It's hardly the tastiest breakfast imaginable but you know the women like to eat healthy and just get mad at you for being able to "eat anything without getting fat" if you complain. Besides, a healthy breakfast never hurt anybody. Mom takes off her apron and you look at her naked body without being too obvious about it.

Katy is quiet through breakfast. You are starting to realize she's a different person depending on who she's around. In private with you and Heather, you're starting to see what feels like her real personality, feisty and horny, but aroused by submission if you earn her respect. In front of the family she's quiet for now, certainly not flirting with you. You wonder if she'll be her bitchy old self if Ellen starts in on you and wants Katy to pile on with her.

Ellen is quiet for a once. You wonder if it's because she saw your hard cock this morning, but surely that's not it, as amusing it would be.

"So how is everyone liking the island so far?" mom asks, making conversation at the breakfast table.

"It's still so weird to go naked everywhere," Katy says, "I don't care what anybody says. This isn't normal. And now I'm gonna be a hostess with everybody looking at me all the time..."

"I won't let anybody touch you," you say, and Katy smiles.

"Oh relax, **** is still illegal here," Ellen says, "Anyone who gets horny can just fuck Heather. Right?"

"I ain't like that anymore," your girlfriend says flatly. Ellen smirks incredulously.

"Well we don't have to sit here and be abused," you say, throwing your dishes in the sink. Heather joins you, and to your surprise, Katy as well.

"Where are you going?" Ellen says to Katy.

"You have dishes duty, Katy," Mom says.

"I'll do them," you say, "Just start getting ready for work in my room with Heather. Oh and wash the sheets... we got them sticky last night."

After the stupid drama, Mom announces she's walking to the beach for the afternoon and for you "kids to behave". She grabs her beach bag and is out the door. Ellen stays in the kitchen with you.

"So why's Katy doing what you say now?" Ellen asks suspiciously.

"Cause I got her a job? And keep horny creeps away from her?" you say, annoyed more than usual with your big sister after how she treated your girlfriend at breakfast. "What have you done for her since we got here?"

"I have done a lot for that girl," Ellen says, sounding offended, "You don't know what you're talking about."

You're washing dishes with your back to her, putting them on the dish drain when you're done. There seem to be no dishwashers here, or at least not in your building, something about environmental friendliness.

You've had it with Ellen and spin around to finally tell your bitchy nerd sister off. But no brilliant, devastating line pops into your head like you'd hoped it would. "Well maybe you should... uh... debug her..." you say, not even making any sense. Why you can't come up with hilarious quips like the good guys in a superhero movie?

Ellen is speechless. Was your line that dumb? Or was it actually much more savage than you'd realized? But then you realize she's staring at your crotch. You have another hard-on.

On a whim you say, "You like big ones huh?"

"Wha?" Ellen says, distracted by your dick. "How big is it?" Her voice is soft, even appealing for a once.

"Ten inches," you say, "Maybe a little longer. I haven't measured in a while."

She keeps staring at it. Have you finally found your bitchy sister's weakness? How wonderful if it's big dicks. You weren't even sure she was into guys, with how frigid she is, being a virgin still at age 23.

She's still looking at your dick in a daze and not saying anything. Mom's gone and Katy and Heather won't cause trouble even if they see this. They'd both like to see you put Ellen in her place. So you take a chance and stroke your cock, and Ellen looks on with fascination. You're working your cock in front of her and she's watching almost eagerly, like she'd lick her lips if she wasn't so determined to be a bitch. This feels good... show off your cock for Ellen. You're naked and on display, and she likes it. You let your balls jiggle, and flop your cock around. Her eyes follow.

You stroke it again, looking down to make sure you're at full size.

"PERVERT!" she screams, sounding like her bitchy self again, "What the hell are you doing? I'm telling mom!"

"What are you, eight years old?" you say in annoyance. "You were totally looking at it."

"Yeah cause you made me," Ellen says, sounding upset. "You'll pay for this, scumbag."

With that, she stomps off to her room and slams the door.

Okay, that would have been too easy, to just stroke your dick and turn Ellen into your next doting sex ****. But with how she reacted until the spell was broken... now you know that it's possible. It won't be easy, but you can make her yours. It's just a matter of figuring out how.