Nightstalkers

Chapter 6

Exhausted, you drop into the inviting white of the freshly made bed. You lie there with your arms folded behind your head and feel the fatigue wash over you with unstoppable ****. You feel like an old man, but your potency to please so many women speaks against it. However, you don't care about this conflict, especially since you are not alone in bed for long. Anyway, lately you are seldom alone and therefore you are even more surprised that your girlfriends with their not to be despised problems still create the space for you to sort out your own thoughts. However, for the past week your thoughts have rarely been directed at you. You can't help grinning as the door to your room opens quietly after a certain knock and a bright strip of warm yellow light from the hallway cuts through the dim darkness. What a wonderful world you live in when you can wonder - and rejoice - at such small things, which of your beloved harem members is coming into the room.

The Dinner took much longer than usual, and the evening stretched longer than the last class before the big vacation. But no Super Bowl final was as exciting as watching Denise take her tentative first steps into your family. She had bravely answered all of your mother's questions and even allowed herself a thin grin at the words Megan and Millie said for encouragement. Your mother had been the spokesperson in these on-duty conversations and had remained clinical and somewhat detached. Your little sisters had been in charge of reminding Denise that her life was galactically better than it had been a few hours ago, and as the three of them talked about school starting again soon, your attention had wandered to Maureen.

Your father had been talking carelessly with her, of which you had only heard one or the other playfully teasing word or a side blow at you and your ability to bring stray kittens into the house. You just didn't get food stuck in your throat because sliced pear pieces are naturally very moist. A dainty foot on your thigh had reminded you that pear pieces weren't the only moist thing at the table but you couldn't tell which of the four girls was the one throwing you over the table in her head. Or you throw her. Depending on which of your girls you assumed. The solution to that mystery would be a long time coming.

You had spent the rest of the evening talking and sometimes laughing as a family. Your girlfriends may be perfect, but your family only comes close to that state and only because three of your five - now four of six - family members are girls you love. You weren't the only one to notice the potholes in which Megan, Maureen, and your mother had fallen sometimes. At one point, the situation almost came to a end when Maureen brought up her father and the fact that she barely had any clothes. Money has always been important to your mother and she has often argued with your dad, who likes to throw the green gold at you. The thought of Maureen using her credit card to go shopping had made your mother very queasy, but Megan had bravely stepped into the breach and offered to lend money. Then they had both squinted at you and made it clear which clothes they wanted to buy. Suddenly you had become aware of two things. Firstly, that it is possible to **** on a piece of pear in your throat, and secondly, that it is an intoxicating feeling to see Megan and Maureen as friends. And not only in the shower.

Now, lying on the bed, hands clasped behind your head and blinded by the light from the hallway, you can't wait to find out whose form will peel out of the light like an angel. Fuck being alone, fuck my own thoughts. You have your hands clasped behind your head for a reason. Have I adjusted so quickly to my new rhythm of life? But as you wished, there is no time left for your thoughts.

"Hey," Denise murmurs, her hair shining through the light and still glistening a bit from the water after the shower. You ran upstairs first to cool off. It was a real struggle not to jerk off under the water jet, but masturbation is forbidden for you from now on. In addition, you can now admire Denise, who apparently was the second to go upstairs.

"Hey honey" you smile and hold out your hands invitingly to your kitten. With a satisfied smile, she plops down in your arms, her white nightgown slipping slightly and exposing her cleavage. Your eyes travel down her body, but then attach themselves to her eyes again. They're dry and dart across your face.

"I still can't believe it" your girlfriend whispers, running her fingers over your favorite shirt. You can barely feel her touch but it's still like electricity is running through your body. Denise pulls her body against you, wraps her legs around you and lays her head on your chest. With one ear she listens to the pounding of your heart. "Thank you for being here." You kiss her gently on the head and run the tip of your nose over her hair.

"We're all here for you honey. That's what we do in our family."

"Thank you for letting me be a part of it." Denise is genuinely grateful and even though your dick twitches you feel obligated to show her that she doesn't have to do anything in return. With a sly grin, you hug her tightly.

Then a knock sounds at the door. It's soft so that one can't hear it downstairs, but most importantly, it's in the exact beat that you've agreed upon as a sign. You don't like lying to your parents but your life with your girls is more important to you. Besides, they respect their children's privacy, especially now that Denise lives here and you have a friend in Emma. With the sign, Denise doesn't have to part with you as Megan comes into the room. Also showered, she differs from Denise in her height, the shape of her hair and especially the size of her breasts. You can tell that exactly because your older little sister only has a towel wrapped around her body. That, however, slides to the floor the moment the light from the hallway is shut out by your bedroom door again.

"Damn it Megan," you growl but are not upset. As is the case with the sight that confronts you, and Megan knows exactly how she looks to you.

"What?" your sister asks in surprise, winking at Denise. "I haven't unpacked my clothes yet." She points to her bags lying carelessly in a corner of the room. One would need very precise measuring instruments to determine which of you is sloppier. Denise, on the other hand, likes it and her happy chuckle accompanies Megan as she strides across the room, her butt wiggling seductively, and then slips on a long nightgown. Unlike Denise, however, she doesn't put on any shorts underneath and throws herself on the bed next to you just like that. "Oh big brother, how do you look?" she whispers, and a second hand joins Denise on your body. Where your kitty is well behaved, though, your wombat is much more daring. Her hand goes under your shirt and strokes along your torso until it comes back out at your neck.

"Don't do that" you grumble, trying to ignore your growling soldier between your legs.

"I'm lonely though" your sister whispers. "And haven't had you inside me for so long." You roll your eyes and squint at Denise who is watching your goings-on intently. You draw air in between your teeth and bite your tongue painfully to keep yourself under control.

"Millie will be here soon," you murmur, and Megan pulls her hand out from under your shirt. Instead of maltreating you, she rests her round head on your shoulder and watches you out of dreamy eyes.

"You really are the perfect brother for us" she laughs and kisses you cheekily. It's too much for you though and at least Megan tastes you in her mouth tonight as your tongues wrestle and your hands run brashly through her hair.

"Wow..." murmurs the newly christened Lynchwood as Megan refuses to let you go. Then she squeals in fright, which Denise immediately imitates. With a cheeky grin, you release your sister's nipple from your fingers.

"We have to be more careful now than at the lake" you admonish her. "I know how horny you are for me darling and I feel the same way."

"Oh man..." pouts your wombat. Fuck she is cute! Her lips stuck out and cheeks puffed you're having a damn hard time following your own rules. "Normal life sucks." Next to you, Denise starts laughing softly. "What's so funny?" Megan asks snappishly.

"He had me in the car this afternoon" the younger girl confesses and you wince even before your sister's fist hits your shoulder.

"Okay, fair enough," you grumble, rubbing the spot on your arm. Before you can throw yourself at your sister there's a knock on the door, normal. Megan reacts quickly, pulling the covers over her body and Denise rolls away from you as you angle your leg to hide your cock. "Get in!" you call out. The door opens slowly, then you all emit a relieved sound.

"I forgot the sign..." mumbles Millie meekly, looking down at the floor in shame. She's grown up so much, yet her shy smile opens up another world for you as she looks at you.

"Damn it Millie!" exclaims Megan. "I was so close." Guiltily, your princess shrugs her shoulders and toddles toward you on bare feet. With her hair also damp and wrapped in her blue pajamas with the airplanes, she snuggles on the bed next to Megan who rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Oh crap." Then she pulls Millie on top of her, sliding the giggling girl over her body and placing her sister between her and you.

"Thanks," Millie grins contentedly, and her fingers find Denise on your chest. All that's missing now is...

"Sorry I'm late" Maureen says a few minutes later as she also comes into the room after knocking.

"Shouldn't you sleep in Dad's room?" asks Millie, looking at your bed, which doesn't have much room left. Still, she and Megan slide up a bit so Maureen has room on the mattress, too.

"Just wanted to say goodnight to my boyfriend before I leave you bitches alone...uh...you're exempt Millie." Maureen winks at you. "Whew, just saved it."

"I'm a bitch to my BB when he tells me" Millie laughs and you realize it doesn't take a pear at all to almost ****.

"Shit..." you gasp out after your coughing fit. With a reddened head and pressure behind your eyes, you still have to laugh. Yes, Millie has grown up.

"And so I too!" says Denise. In case of her, you're already aware of your power over her.

"No one's calling themselves a slut tonight, you hear me?" you grumble determinedly, glancing at Maureen.

"Right," she grins at you, then turns to the other girls. "Listen to your older siblings!"

"You're the biggest bitch of us all" Megan laughs. Two weeks ago, now they would have been all over each other like furies but now they laugh boisterously until they see the look on your face. "Sorry Biggie."

"Hmp... that's okay." You pat her hand and Megan smiles kindly.

"That goes for you too Denise," Maureen says referring to her order to obey you. "The Lynchwood women obey Finn." You get a little giddy at the words of love and because the blood rushes to your tool. Megan and Millie nod in unison.

"That's the only way it works," says your wombat. Denise actually seems startled at the words and may even remember the briefing Megan gave her and the McKinleys in the boathouse.

"But I obey him," she retorts, distraught. "I'm his property." Even though you wanted it that way, you step in to nudge Denise in the right direction.

"She means sisters" you explain, stroking her back but Denise still doesn't quite understand.

"But I'm not your sister." Her eyes dart back and forth between you and Megan searching for an answer to a question she's determined to answer to her complete satisfaction.

"We trust you Denise" Megan reassures her and looks at you apologetically. For two reasons as you realize right after. "Maureen, Millie and I aren't either." Millie doesn't like that one bit.

"What are you trying to say Megan?" she asks seriously, clinging to you as well. You think you understand and nod encouragingly to your wombat, who also has a hard time telling her little sister something like that. Megan chews her lower lip and returns your gesture gratefully.

"We are all not of the same blood," she says to Denise but also to Millie. "Finn is my stepfather's son and I am my mother's daughter. Blood is not what connects us. Millie and I..." she glances at the foot of the bed "and Maureen too, are connected to Finn in a very special way."

"You can't choose family," Maureen says who understands Megan. Millie isn't quite there yet and Denise is glad to find her in the same situation she is in.

"Exactly," Megan continues. "But we all...all three of us, chose Finn. Maureen has always been such a bit..." This time your words work because now Megan feels love and not lust or the fun of teasing you. "Maureen has always been so strong and chosen the people she trusts. And with Millie and me, it happened really fast. We immediately fell for Finn lock, stock and barrel, and Maureen proved we were right."

"I was more of a jerk and stalled my luck," grins the eldest sister, but then holds back and lets Megan talk.

"Anyway, we chose to live with my brother. Our brother. First as sisters and then as lovers. And it's perfect." Then her speech comes to Denise and as Millie and her snuggle up you pet her while you all listen to your wombat. "You may not be his sister and our sister and also you only have the name Lynchwood because that's what we call you. But it doesn't matter. You have what we have with Finn. You trust him, love him, and find something in him that only he can give you. I... oh, crap, I'm sorry. I like being his little sister, okay? And even though you can't really be his sister or even stepsister, you're still a Lynchwood. Because my Biggie is what makes us who we are, not our parents or your brother." Then she is silent and for a long time the room is too.

"Nicely put," Maureen finally says.

"Oh I don't know" Megan counters. "Kind of shaky wasn't it?" For reassurance she looks to you but you just grin dumbly at her.

"I liked it," says Millie, looking at her friend, "How about you?" Denise thinks a bit and then nods. Megan is the only one who doubts her speech.

"I mean..." she starts but you put a finger to her lips.

"It's late, I'm tired and tomorrow is a busy day," you say "But you're right. I'm calling the shots. We're going to sleep now." You pull her towards you with your fingers on her chin. "Tomorrow we have two new lives to prepare and this is important."

"So no sex today" Maureen giggly translates your words for Megan who is pouting so sweetly again. Then your oldest sister gets up and walks across the room towards the door.

"I feel the same way as Denise, by the way," she says, looking at you over her shoulder. "I'm also glad that I've been given a new life." Now Denise has also received her words from Maureen and seems satisfied. Only Megan, who is still looking for her place, wants to say something again and gets your finger pressed to her lips.

"Just one more word from you and I can't control myself anymore. Good night," you say and Megan blushes, whether out of lust, shame or love you can't say, but you suspect a mixture of everything. But she likes to show you that she listens to her big brother and rolls onto her back. Denise climbs smoothly to the foot of the bed and curls up where Maureen was sitting before while Megan and Mille move closer to you.

While the breathing next to you becomes calmer and calmer and Denise purrs with pleasure at the end of your foot, you put on tomorrow's list to thank your mother with all due respect for allowing Millie and Megan to live in your room from now on. Then you fall asleep and dream only nice dreams.