Breakfast under fire

Pete was conflicted the entire night. Numerous times throughout the night he heard his door try to open and fail with his lock and it would always be followed by progressively louder knocking on the door. Even once he heard two girls muttering insults as they found each other by his door at night. What Emily was talking about was more than tempting but this was some daughter of the literal devil, well that's her title at least. Not to mention he had no idea if any of these girls actually liked him or if they were just being changed by Emily. He knew the saying about people teasing usually means they like you but wasn't that just about little kids? After long debates Pete concluded that he was still himself and he had felt Emily's influence at least once. He was still in control of himself, he was just more ballsy in doing or saying what he wanted. It seemed like what people would refer to **** as but you had way better judgement with Emily. Her bathtub on the other hand....

Pete didn't sleep well and had to masturbate a number of times throughout the night, listening to a mysterious and eager visitor knocking almost each time. Each time he wondered if he was feeding Emily and by the last time, he kind of found that hot if he was.

"The boy won't give in Daddy. What if they leave?" Emily spoke out loud by the pool, her voice shaking.

He may not have given in but the blonde has. A little more teasing with her and she will break. The dark haired one isn't too far either.

"Should I visit them next then?"

No....the fire haired one can ruin everything. The others will cave eventually by themselves.

"Understood." Emily licked her lips tasting the many masturbation sessions going on that night from the visitors. "I'm just nervous. I always....have trouble controlling myself at this point."

Practice makes perfect.

Pete slowly descended the stairs frowning noticing the bickering had already started, "So what's the expectation he looks at you and is like 'oh wow a slut that's trying way too hard!'"

"You're almost showing as much skin," Mary's voice was easily recognizable with her slight European accent. When the two girls noticed they turned to him snapping him out of his drowsiness. Mary was wearing a leather vest that pressed her tits up and a pair of lace panties and spun her stool to face him open legged, her make up was dark and her hair seemed more red than usual. "Oh hey, speaking of the devil. How'd you sleep?"

"Not great," Pete said admiring her then admiring the teen standing beside her. Describing what Lissa was wearing would sound not so sexual, seeing it on her however was another story. A simple low cut burgandy tanktop was small enough to be considered a crop top and her denim shorts were obviously cut as high as she could cut them. Shamelessly tugging her straps to push her breasts up she gave him a lusty stare.

"We didn't either." Lissa glared at Mary before moving around the kitchen island and setting up a plate of breakfast. "I made us breakfast if you want some."

"Thanks." Pete muttered sitting next to Mary without thinking and began eating, not finding the other two, "Where are the others?"

"Sleeping in." Lissa answered. "From the sounds of Fio's room she wore herself out. Surprised you didn't cave when she came on extra hard."

"We were all drunk and tensions were way too high to fuel that fire." Pete muttered accepting a glass of water and chugging it. "Look I don't know what's going on but remember it's between the four of you."

"So what? You're just gonna say no to all of us?" Mary spat.

"Yeah that's kind of ****, Pete." Lissa muttered trying to sound sympathetic. "Maybe just spend some time and think about it?"

"And have you girls ruin your friendship? Nah." Pete couldn't believe he was actually doing this but if he didn't put his foot down in some sort of way Emily was right. He'd get torn apart. And he'd much rather do this than give them up to some half-devil. Didn't stop him from eyeing Lissa and admiring her ass sticking out of her shorts. The attitude change was amazing, if only the house wasn't set to explode any minute with these four.

"I don't think you'd turn us down." Mary giggled in his ear. "I mean I saw you and Fio last night."

"You missed me saying goodnight." Pete said and pushed his finished plate away. He grabbed his shoes and listened to the two girls while he tied them.

"He is right, we've been pretty nasty," Lissa sighed. "I'm sorry for last night. One minute we were kissing and I was thinking about some crazy things. Next minute there was nothing more I wanted to do than physically fight you."

Mary snickered, "Yeah same here. I'm not sorry though. Fiora was right, you knew we were into him."

"I'm sorry I just was overwhelmed and he was so hot and nice and it just happened," Lissa groaned, "I'm not going to say I regret it."

"That's good enough for me honey," Mary said and as Pete got up and looked down the hall he saw them hugging. Maybe Emily was wrong, maybe what he was doing was working. He wanted to fuck Lissa, hell he wanted to fuck all of them but he needed to chill out until the tensions were way lower. Pete went for a run and left the girls alone, hoping time without him would ease Emily's influence and he could come back to a normal vacation.

Emily wasn't planning on it.