I will not make my family fuck each other for your sick amusement! Marnie is surprised by how forceful she sounds in her own head.
Very well. I cannot compel you to make that choice, only to make a choice—and you have chosen. The demon's words are ominous, and Marnie wonders what it means. But for a little while thereafter, nothing seems out of the ordinary. The family continues to unpack Katie's room without incident.
Katie and Marnie cart the empty boxes downstairs for recycling. By the time they finish, Stephen and their dad have returned with Chinese. As the family settles in for an early supper, Stephen comes over and slaps Marnie's ass. "Now that all the heavy lifting and to- and fro-ing is done, aren't you going to get a little more comfortable?"
"What do you mean?"
He's already reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt so that he can pull it up and off. "I mean, I know you must be itching to get out of these clothes. It's just me and your folks now, and I don't think you'll be leaving the apartment again today, right?"
Marnie's mouth opens. She's too stunned to stop Stephen from pulling the shirt off her. He tosses it on the couch and then works the hooks on her cheap grey bra. "Surprised you wore one of these at all." As he slides the straps off her shoulders, she starts to feel … better. Her clothes do feel so confining. She helps him by unzipping her jeans and stepping out of them and her panties at the same time.
She shakes her head in an attempt to think more clearly. "This is wrong."
Stephen squeezes her now naked ass in front of everyone else and gives a low chuckle. "No need to play coy, Marnie." He gathers up her clothes and disappears into their bedroom, leaving Marnie nude in front of her family.
But none of them react like this is strange. Marnie's mom is passing around plates for the Chinese food; Katie has found some utensils; their dad is pouring wine. Katie casually remarks, "I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did while we were unpacking. You could have stripped down and let someone else take the boxes out with me."
"Marnie's too nice that way," their dad says. He glances back at Marnie, his eyes taking her in like a man more than a father. "You look really good, dear. Have you been working out?" He pulls out a chair for her.
Marnie tucks a loose lock of hair behind her ear and tries not to blush as she sits down. "Uh, yeah. Alexa's been giving me some tips." Her best friend, a personal trainer, has a body that Marnie has always envied. That hasn't stopped Marnie from putting herself on display in private, though.
Being nude just feels so … free. Marnie remembers now—she doesn't know why she was acting so strangely about it before. She hates wearing clothes. Always has. Even as a little girl she would strip naked and charge around through the garden long after she was too old for it to be cute and charming. But her parents are indulgent; they didn't encourage the behaviour but they did support it. So Marnie has always been a bit of a closet nudist, wearing only what she needed to when she goes out in public. Her wardrobe is full of short, flowy skirts and loose-fitting tops that bare as much skin as possible. Here, within the bosom of Stephen and her family, she doesn't bother with any clothing at all.
Stephen returns and joins them. All throughout the meal he places his hand on Marnie's bare thigh, gradually moving it closer and closer to her crotch. By the end of the meal he's lightly fingering her, and it's all Marnie can do not to gasp and moan in front of everyone. The teasing bastard!
As soon as the supper is over, Marnie's parents get up to leave. They're at the door when Marnie's mother puts her hands to her neck and says, "My scarf!" Marnie spots it on an arm of the couch, but it slips off when she grabs for it. Without thinking, she bends at the waist to pick it up, exposing her asshole and pussy for all of her family to see. She straightens and turns, handing the scarf to her mother.
She gives each parent a perfunctory peck. "See you guys soon." And then they're gone, leaving Stephen and Marnie and their new roomie alone in the apartment.
Katie pours them another glass of wine each. "I think we should celebrate."
It's only around five—but why not? Marnie raises her glass in a toast and sips the fruity vintage. She sees a glimmer in Katie's eye and knows what Katie has planned for the evening.
Sure enough, a little later on, Marnie feels familiar fingers crawl across her shoulder and down her chest until they start caressing one of her exposed nipples. She tilts her head to one side and smiles, spreading her legs slightly so that her pussy is more visible.
Stephen coughs from his position on the other side of her. "Uh … look. I'm cool with you two, you know, being close. But I don't think it's fair that I have to watch and can't join in."
Marnie bites her lip and idly fingers her pussy as she considers her response. He has never said anything like that before; she has always thought him content to enjoy the spectacle of his girlfriend fucking her sister. Yet things have changed now that Katie has moved in, and she knows that he's right: the status quo shouldn't continue. For a moment Marnie wishes that Uhazral could weigh in, could make her feel like she is being **** into making this decision. But the demon isn't with her right now. It's still enjoying whatever satisfaction it has received from whatever it did to her earlier this afternoon—she still isn't sure, because she doesn't feel any different from normal.
She breaks into a wicked smile. "You're right, Stephen. I guess there's no reason that you both can't lick my pussy."
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