That Time I Very Temporarily Forgot That Was Still Taboo For Everyone Else

I try to dismiss the riskier "game" of including the Santiagos, but... I mean, as long as their awareness is off, everyone would be fine with it, right? Leona's customizations guarantee it, after all, the question just becomes... well, what competition are they all going to get roped into? It dawns on me that "who can make me come the most in a day" may be the thinnest veneer of a "competition" I've come up with yet. Maybe I should workshop it a bit.

“Hey everyo... Dave?” Leona stops dead in her tracks. Today she's wearing another yoga pants and sports bra number, all yellow in an eye-striking outfit that makes her look just a bit ridiculous once she loses all her athletic confidence upon seeing me here.

“Hey, Leona! Now that you're here... well, I was thinking of a competition for everyone here,” I start, “since Leona and I can... share our little rivalry with others, now.”

The other ladies all give Leona and myself some quirky glances... but Leona's face is one of plain discomfort, even fear, as she tries to communicate something with her eyes.

“Oooh, a little competition with my biggest star!” Irie delightfully exclaims, trying to break the awkward ice that had formed, “so what kind of game, huh? Basketball, or something you can actually have a chance at against my little girl?” She pats her soaked chest to emphasize, “I mean I don’t want to have to play ball with her either, my little girl is a menace!”

“I hope not basketball, Sarah tells me how your daughter is the absolute queen of the court… she should know, as one of the best academics and cheerleaders there,” the elder Santiago boasts, triggering a slight competition of their own as the adults gush about their precious, talented daughters.

Daughters I intend to fuck, as Leona has caught on, along with another, implicit condition. “Dave,” Leona hisses through teeth, “can we talk in the kitchen about this first?”

Her discomfort is more acute than it was the first night together... which doesn't make sense. She knows the score by now, so what's wrong with adding some extra bodies to the mix? But I play along and soon we're off to the kitchen with three sets of judging eyes following us the whole way.

It's not until the kitchen door is closed that Leona starts rubbing her temples and shaking her head. “You had to know we'd get another game in before-”

“Not with my mom, you fucking psychopath!” I look at Leona's eyes, pleading and panicked as they are... and... oh. Right. Awareness means this isn't normal, and... and nothing about the game will make it normal… aaaaand **** is still very not normal.

Well, for her, anyways. “W-Well, if you want, I can make you... um, not realize what you're doing... or rather, not be aware that it's weird if that makes any sense. Would you prefer-?”

“No, you-! I don't want you to make anyone do things with their moms or dads or any family at all! How are you-?!”

I put my hands up defensively. “Well I'm going to include people... so why not them? They're all here, they're all pretty hot, in their own ways...”

“Their own-?!” Leona looks heaven-wise and around as if she's struggling to find something to hit me with... and it's here, where her eyes look away, that I catch the glint of tears there as emotion boils up inside her.

She didn't even look this distraught last night. “Leona, this is... going to be the new normal, after awhile,” I try to offer, “and part of it is... well, getting as many people off as possible. Don't worry, you won't catch any VDs, either.”

“Look! Just...” She hesitates as she weighs my likely responses... but I hold all the cards, so at this point she's just pleading with me. That's when she does, in fact, plead... plead by approaching me, by gently touching her hands on my shoulders, and bringing her face so close to mine that I can feel her breath as she whispers, “Just leave my family out of it... and Sarah's, if you were going to... do that, next. Please?”

The moment is... awkwardly intimate. I'd want to lean forward and kiss her if she wasn't so emotionally distraught. “I'm... I'm not sure I can do that.”

“Look, I'll... I'll play along,” she quietly surrenders, eyes cast down, “so just… please, don't hurt my mom.”

My body jolts as she runs me through with her words. Where is my fiery athlete? Where's the girl who teased me as a virgin just to try and win? Besides, I’m not… hurting anyone, right?

Right?

This is... wrong. I don't want this. “I... I'm... I won't involve your mom. Sorry,” I mumble as she looks up, “I didn't think about how you might, uh, take that... I mean no one else would take it that way, but... but alright, your mom's off-limits when it comes to our competitions. I get it… but that means you don’t try and avoid me anymore.”

Leona holds her head back up to glare at me… but she has no reason to doubt me. I think that power of lying is all that lets her believe me. I can barely believe it myself, but… well, I’d have to revisit this later, maybe once I find a way to end the taboo of **** for more people. Confident in my promise, she retorts, “Who’s hiding?”

“I’m just saying… don’t go jogging far away just to avoid me.”

“Your neighborhood’s got less dogs than everyone else, so I’ll keep using it… just try not to ruin my exercise regiments, OK?”

I grin as Leona returns somewhat to normal… enough so that I don’t want to ruin it by devising some threesome right here and now. “And hey, if you ever want to… you know, work out another way, I can meet you-”

“Fat chance. I’ll play along, but I’m not clapping.”

Remembering her bare ass last night, I can’t hold it back. “We’ll see.”

The Haines Household, 8:45 P.M.

Another evening at least partially disappointed in the plans I made... but at least this time I didn’t commit and regret them. I surf the local channels in the living room as I try to find something to distract from my near-ever-present erection. I don’t know if being “oversexed” is a thing with my perks, but… but man, going without sex for just a few hours feels like an eternity!

I had left Alice sleeping off our escapades since the afternoon and she still didn't come down. Sophia is now on the evening news with more focus on her viral video attaining over twenty million hits in just two days of being uploaded without her permission. All the official websites already took it down since it was so illicit, but the video still makes its rounds enough that she'll never escape that particular infamy. This is old news, of course, but the fact it’s still going shows me how much success I can find just using Sophia intelligently.

Maria is probably having a nice time with her parents, totally uncaring about all the baby batter I shot into her. Irie is probably changing her pillows. Wendy, if she didn't sneak into my home and plant spy cameras or other shit all over, is probably outside recording me as I detox from horniness.

I check the app again, but no new achievements have registered yet, with only two getting real close to completion.

SPELUNKER OF SPHINCTERS
Cause at least 1,000 anal orgasms: 899/1,000. 50-GEM AWARD.

COLLECTOR OF CUSTOM GIRLS
Customize at least twenty different girls: 19/20. 50-GEM AWARD.

A hundred gems just waiting to join my meager 29... and then what? Revisit the prostitute? Go fuck an unaware Maria? Upgrade Sophia's debt until she becomes a puddle of submissive goo? You know, I went through that list in a mocking voice in my head, but they're all pretty hot-

Ugh, focus Dave. Alright... I need a plan, some way to get the most out of my Custom Girls or... or else a bigger goal, maybe a Custom Clique to finally start shaping to my liking. I check my bank account just to see how it's progressing... and I can safely say I've never seen a balance over three thousand in it, much less a number as fictional and ludicrous as $34,591.33. If I took two part-time jobs, I still wouldn't have made that in a year... but here I am, earning it in 48 hours with just Sophia's voice.

Maybe I could buy a house to fuck all my Custom Girls in? That'd be something... of course I'd have to hire a maid to clean up the mess and... well shit, I'll fuck the maid too.

Interrupting these idiotic, indulgent thoughts is the doorbell, but at this point I'm fresh out of guesses for who it could be.