Hair's No Time Like The Present

Backing out of my sister Beth, I tried to gather myself for another round. Having a harem is looking more and more like it will be a lot of work, trying to make sure each person gets the attention they need. Not every woman is going to have the Saudi trait of actively wanting to be in a harem, after all. Sure, there are other fetishes that will play well. The French cuckquean one comes to mind, and Celtic and Japanese women are super submissive, so those could come into play. But managing the different kinks of different women is going to get exponentially harder with every addition. Throw in the potential jealousy and competition that comes with dealing with sisters. TWINS, even more so, and this is going to be a high-wire balancing act. I'm going to have to have a chat with Farah about being more deliberate in who we add.

No time for fretting now, though. Beth is all but passed out on the couch. The dual **** from me and Gwen has her in a daze. I need to return the favor for her blonde sister.

"Mom, give the phone to Farah. Beth needs to be cleaned up a bit, don't you think? Farah, find a good spot to set that camera up and let it record on its own. I'm going to need your help for round two here. Gwen," I turned to my sister, who was climbing out from behind her sister on the couch, "would you mind help cleaning up after your sister?" I gestured to my cock, slick with the combined cum of Beth and me. I wasn't even getting slightly soft after exploding in Beth. I knew exactly how to welcome Gwen into Farah and my little harem.

For her part, Gwen didn't even hesitate. She began by slowly licking up and down my shaft collecting all the cum she could, lolling it around her mouth before making a big show of swallowing it in one big gulp, "Mmmhhmmm, John. You and Beth taste so good. Do you think she and I taste the same?"

"Trust me Gwen," I chuckled, "there is going to be some extensive taste testing before long. I'm going to make sure I can tell you two apart, just by taste."

"Ooooohhoo... I like the sound of that," came the bedraggled reply from Beth on the couch, as she passively let her mother seek out all of my cum from her snatch.

"Me too John. I gotta be honest, even Beth doesn't know this, but I peaked in on you and your old girlfriend Daria a couple years back," Gwen admitted, "I was impressed she could get all your dick down her throat. I want to make sure I can do it too. Though... it looks a lot bigger when I'm staring down the barrel. Well," she said, pausing to take one last lick of the precum forming on the head, "here goes nothing."

And with that, Gwen began a slow, torturous progression of swallowing my dick whole. Each bob she swallowed a little more before backing up for the next attempt. She was about halfway down my shaft before having to pause for breath, "Holy shit, how the hell did Daria do it? It's just so much cock!"

"Well, you do remember her family was from Cambodia, right? She would orgasm constantly while sucking a dick." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Farah taping furiously into her phone. It's a good thing Daria is studying abroad right now, because it looks like Farah's got another potential recruit. "I've got an idea Gwennie. Start up again. When you think you can't take anymore, tap my thigh, okay?"

"Okay. I really want to do this," Resuming her **** with renewed vigor, Gwen worked her way down my cock, this time with much more advancement per bob. ::Gurk:Gurk:Gluck:: But finally, with just a couple inches to go, I felt her tap my thigh. I looked down to see her **** pleading eyes staring back at me.

"Okay Gwen, just like Daria, we're going to use your new fetish to help you out. Get ready." Nodding at Farah, she got in position behind my sister. "One. Two. Three!"

With that, both Farah and I began running our hands through Gwen's long, silky smooth blonde hair. The effect was instantaneous. Gwen's eyes rolled into the back of her head her fluids began pouring out of her unattended twat. As she was undergoing a massive orgasm, her whole body relaxed, including her throat. Gwen's throat glided down my cock, until she had fully throated my dick.

The realization that she'd done it seemed to set her off on another massive climax, though that could have been from me gripping her hair tightly as I fought to restrain my own orgasm. Gently pulling her off my dick, I praised my little sister. "Ooh Gwen, that was amazing."

"I'm so proud of you dear." I'm still not used to this new mother/child dynamic.

"Hey, don't stop Mom! I'm sure there is more cum in there. I can feel it. Good job Gwen. That was so hawt!" moaned Beth, who seemed to be coming back to consciousness.

"Thanks, but...why'd you stop? You didn't cum!"

"No, but I was very close. I stopped because I figured you wanted to try something else."

"Ooh...I've got just the position!" exclaimed Farah as she began positioning Gwen and I like set pieces, "Gwen, this is going to be sort of an advanced doggy style. I think you and your gun show are going to love it. Alright, get your arms ready. John, get behind her. Lift her legs up until her crotch is right in line with hers. I'll aim you... perfect. Gwen, try to grip his hips with your legs... Perfect! How's that feel?"

"Like the world's most perverted wheelbarrow race, but... fucking A, it feels good," I said, "Dammit Gwen, how are you gripping me so tightly?"

"I really don't know!" she admitted, "It's like I've got much better muscle control than before. Hell, before today I could barely do a push-up, now I feel like I could hold this position forever. John, oof... Beth wasn't lying. It feels so good to have you fucking me like that. AAAargghhh!"

"Already Gwen? He's barely been in you a minute."

"Oh hush Beth. You went off like a firework as soon as he put the head in. And I've got video evidence to prove it."

Gwen, however, wasn't even hearing her sister or mother. She was in her own little world. Just her, and her brother as he fucked her for all he was worth. That changed however, when Farah sat down beside her and starting playing with Gwen's hair. "I just love your new hair Gwen. It's so soft and smooth. This is the type of hair that shampoo marketers would kill for. And it's so long. I'm impressed with how well you've kept your concentration while my boyfriend, your brother, fucks your furry snatch. I wonder though, will you lose it if I, say, start braiding your hair?"

The tortured wail that comes from behind the blonde tresses shows Farah's words had an impact on Gwen. When Farah followed through on her threat, the prolonged moan that followed shortly after was evidence that Gwen was beside herself in pleasure. "What do you think John, one long French braid?"

Puffing through my exertions, I quipped back, "Can you do Princess Leia style buns?"

"Not while she's moving like this. But I can try pigtails." I got a great deal of amusement out of seeing Gwen lean into the side that Farah was braiding, like a dog getting its head scratched in just the right spot. As she finished one tail, and was about to start on the second, I had an idea, "Hold on, don't braid the other side just yet. She's about to blow, and I'm right behind her. I've got one last trick up my sleeve. Gwen, don't fight it. Cum."

With that, Gwen let out a long scream as she came one more time. I was right at the edge myself, but instead, I pulled out of my sister's quivering pussy, moved her into a sitting position, and then wrapped my dick in her hair and used it as a silky glove to jack myself off. Both of us shuddering deeply with every rope of cum pasting my sisters hair. Gwen was completely exhausted by the time I was spent, leaning into my legs and cooing gently as my dick finally began to soften in her gooey, cum coated hair.

"Farah," she whispered, "could you braid the other side now? Please?"