Coming to Grips

You fritter away the time surfing the web, fixing yourself a snack, and doing a bit more school work. The late night turns into the wee hours of the morning and still no sign of them. Out of boredom you consider calling Fiona, who you knew would be up this late, but decide against it as you didn’t want to answer any questions right now and accidentally reveal something too early. The thought however does conjure a memory. Fiona hurts people, that’s what Elsie had said, and that Fiona had hurt her. You had no qualms about consensual BDSM, but the way Elsie had said it didn’t sound like someone who enjoyed herself. While you knew El would never be with Fiona again, she even spoke of forsaking the family way of life altogether, you make a mental note to talk to your big sister about it. One benefit of your new asexuality would be the ability to talk to the fiery Fiona without instantly becoming overwhelmed with a forbidden lust. You saw now with a clarity like never before that the old Jesse had been helpless against her domineering sexual power.

You were still going to enjoy watching her reaction once she saw you were now packing a “perfect” sized cock, but it would be a bittersweet enjoyment. You laugh, though it was humorless. You’d finally made it into the big dick leagues only to end up sitting on the bench.

Yet you were strangely cerebral about it. Without the relentless compulsion of sexual desire you felt…free. Unburdened. Clear and focused like you’d never experienced. Though perhaps these were just the effects of your aunt’s genetic meddling. You would miss sex…though you weren’t really sure why anymore. Sure it felt good, but lots of things felt good. Sex wasn’t so special. As you thought about it more you realized you could achieve great things without having to worry about the distractions of sex, relationships, or raising a family. Your own family gave you all the love you needed, you were satisfied emotionally. There was the added bonus of not ever being tempted again by their incestuous ways. This might not be so bad after all.

It was going to suck, breaking up with Allison, but you knew it was only fair. Her libido had already been greater than your own before this, while she never said anything you always got the sense she wasn’t quite satisfied with your physical relationship, but now the difference would just be too vast. And that was okay. You liked her, you liked her a lot, but you didn’t truly love her. You wouldn’t do it straight after her helping you out with this night, that would just be cruel and ungrateful, but you would do it soon and as gently as possible.

Your mind now at peace you find a classic novel on Allison’s shelf and begin to read it, able now to appreciate the literature in a new clear eyed way. The hours tick by as you engross yourself in the story.

It is just past 3 am when you hear the approaching cacophony of women’s raised voices. Much louder than it had been earlier in the evening and much more slurred. There is a loud thump against the door followed by a roar of women’s laughter. It bursts open all at once and you hear the lot of them pour into the suite clumsily. You set your book down and wait, suddenly on edge with how quiet they had gone.

You hear hushed voices followed by a stern. “Shhhhhh!” And they quiet again.

“Hello?” You call out to no response except for a smattering of muted giggles.

With Allison at the head of the tittering throng the six women, each in varying states of inebriation from the tipsy Casey all the way up to the swaying drunk Zoey, all file into the living room and surround you in a half circle. Once in place their mood shifts and their intensity raises. All of their eyes were fixed on you, like a pack of wolves might look upon their cornered prey. You suddenly felt very outnumbered. Elsie was a bright pink with a blush and her face looked worried and guilty, though she did giggle once or twice despite herself.

Looking around at them you say. “Uh, hello?”

Elsie smacks her lips, blinks her eyes woozily, and hiccups loudly before slurring. “I gots you a shurprise too big brudder.”