It Really Was That Easy to get a New Harem Member

“Wait, you own me?” the tattoo artist asks, looking up at you.

Immaculate procedure.

It didn’t occur to you that she didn’t actually know your name until this moment, but you’re thankful enough that the stamp still worked that you didn’t care, “Yeah, I guess I do. Uh, what’s your name, by the way? I’m not gonna ask you to give up your old one or anything. Seems like a hassle.”

“Eden.” She says, enunciating the word like she wanted to make sure you heard her.

You smile at her and she gives back a nervous grin. You say, “Well, we actually did come in here for tattoos. Ashley, do you actually wanna go first?” You look at Ashley and it's pretty obvious that Mom’s assertion of her fear of the needle was well founded, “Mom, you can keep her company too.”

“No problem. But like, were you being serious about the stamp?” Eden asks.

You smile and say, “Yeah, maybe just a little smaller. What really matters is the name. I own all of the women here, so they're all gonna get one, along with you, if you can. And they can place them wherever they’d like. As long as it's not across the face or anything like that.”

“I wanted my arm,” Ashley adds, placing her hand up on her opposite arm’s bicep area.

“That's no problem,” Eden says, "If you look in the back there, that's my station. I still have to like, set it up but you can sit down and we’ll get started in a minute.”

“Is there any place for me and Sabrina to sit? Preferably somewhere a little out of the way?” You think you might get her to jack you off or something, so you wanted a little bit of privacy.

“One of my coworkers has their own station, but they're out on their honeymoon right now. I have the shop to myself.” Eden explains. “Hey, are we gonna go after this?”

You say, “Yeah, you’re coming with us on a road trip. We’ll need you to tattoo all the other women that I claim. Sorry if this store needs you, but if you’d like, I could claim ownership of it and then just let your coworker stay and use it as they please. I don't really give a shit what they would use it for.”

Eden seemed to think about that and says, “I’ll get back to you, okay?”

When you first saw her, you really weren't sure how much older than you she was. Considering she’s running the store by herself, you assumed she wasn't 18 or anything, but you're getting the sense that she’s in her mid thirties at least. You guess it does take a while to get that many tattoos, so it checks out

She takes Ashley and Mom and they start to talk about the tattoo, and you’re sure Mom starts to describe your plans for the harem as well. Meanwhile, you and Sabrina are sitting on the other side of the room, in your own secluded corner. You could see the other tattoo table, but their whispers weren't traveling far with the noise from the needle there too.

“So… we haven't talked much, have we?” Sabrina says.

“No,” You say simply, “I guess I was kind of nervous. But I own you, so that doesn't make a ton of sense, right?”

“Not really,” She says earnestly, “But that's okay, it's not like you have to.”

Some part of you was stuck on the fact that you didn't want to screw over your sister by fucking her girlfriend. That didn't make any sense though, more than being nervous at all. She’s a bitch and always has been. Sure, over the last few hours she’s been a little bit more timid, but that's largely because she was nervous about what you would do with Sabrina.

Your mind returned to when you first claimed your mother. The thrill you felt when you first cupped her tit and groped her was intense, but things had gotten a little complicated since then.

You reach over to Sabrina and start to feel her up. She’s not as in disbelief as when you were first introduced, but she clearly doesn't know how to respond. “How does it feel to get groped by your girlfriend’s brother.”

“I- Well, I guess that's true. I don't really care.” She tells you, flatly.

You move your hands from her thighs up to her sweater and her breasts, which evidently are pretty huge and hidden under there. She’s got to wear a pretty crazy sports bra when she’s playing volleyball.

“Even when I do this?” You ask, knowing the answer already.

“Yeah, no.” She reiterates.

“What about the fact that I've gotten Ashley and our mom to fuck?”

“That-” She stammers, before lowering her voice, “Its honestly pretty hot. Am I weird for that? Your guys' Mom is just so insanely pretty.”

You continue groping Sabrina’s chest through her sweater as you watch your sister wince at the needle, “Are you wearing a bra?” You ask, realizing that you weren't feeling one.

“No. No. I don't wear them when I'm lounging around the house. Too constricting.” Sabrina says.

You guess it makes sense that she was just having a normal day off. It's not like she was expecting you to come. Then, you reach underneath the sweater and start rubbing one of her nipples.

“If you could do anything to the harem’s mommy, what would it be?”

“I- You mean your mom? I guess- Uh… motorboating? I wanna rub my face in her boobs and ass. I love pretty much every part of a woman's body, I think.”

As she answered that question, Ashley apparently finished with her tattoo. That was insanely quick, you think, but then you looked at the clock and over an hour had already passed.

“Mommy’s turn!” Your mom shouts to no one in particular as Ashley gets up.

Eden then says to you, “Should be quicker to set up this one.” She then listens to your mom’s request and adjusted the chair so she could get the proper angle to tattoo your mom’s ass.

You remove your hand from Sabrina's nipple and get up from the seat and move over to their area, having an idea for something you wanna do with Ashley. Plus, you really wanted to watch up close as your mom exposed her basically bare ass.