Rugpull

It’s been just over a year since you met Penelope Jones for the first time. It’s been just over 24 hours since she admitted that she’d been completely unjustified in avoiding you for all of that year, because you had no way of knowing that your wardrobe matched that of her abusive ex. It’s been just over 19 hours since she started to fall in love with you (nudged along by the Multiplier, which you fully intend to tell her about).

It’s been just over 9 hours since you and she had phone sex.

It’s been just under 9 hours since she scared you shitless by revealing that she knew you were fucking your sister (yes, she also revealed that not only is she okay with it, she wants to join in, but even so).

And it’s been 3 minutes since you decided that her “I’m going to think about you when I masturbate in the shower” was functionally equivalent to “please use the Multiplier’s profile-watching feature to magically spy on me while I do so”.

She is naked, there on the screen of your laptop.

She is in her bathroom.

And she is talking to you.

Molly makes a noise like a chicken being sat on and hastily leans away from you. Tammy does the same, although without the sound effect.

“… hi?” you squeak.

“What do you think you’re doing, Jacob?” Penelope says.

Her tongue flicks out and licks her lips. You’re uncertain how much control you have over what exactly the profile-watcher shows – right now, it’s not giving you anything above Penelope’s nostrils or below her neck, so you can’t see her eyes and you can’t tell if that’s a genuine smile and how the fuck is she doing this!

“I – you said you were going to think about me, so I figured –”

“What do you think you’re doing?” she says again. It occurs to you that one disadvantage of the Multiplier’s acceleration effect is that you can miss out on learning important things about people, such as what they sound like when they’re upset. Some people, and you’ve learned this the hard way, sound really really calm when they’re angry.

Penelope’s scores are all maxed out. You saw this when you read the update log a few hours ago. She’s in love with you. You’re positive of that.

Does that mean she can’t get mad at you, though?

“I’m… I’m sorry, I just –”

“You want me to lick Tammy’s juices off that huge dick of yours, don’t you, you naughty sisterfucking pervert. Mmmm.” Her glistening middle finger enters her mouth, and she sucks it clean.

You blink. Regardless of whether she can be mad at you, you’re now confident that she isn’t. Tammy and Molly cautiously lean back in.

“Okay, you had me scared for a moment!” you say. “And… yes, that sounds super hot. But seriously, how –”

“I love your hands on me,” she says, and the “camera” pulls back to reveal that she’s groping and squeezing her own tits. “Oh yes, bite my tits, Jacob!” and she sucks on her right nipple, leaving it wet and shiny and swollen.

… oh, for fuck’s sake.

“You can’t actually hear me, can you,” you say.

“Do you wanna fuck me standing up?” Penelope asks, and turns on the water in her shower.

“Penelope, I’ll give you $20 if you stick your left pinky in your right ear,” Molly says.

Penelope’s ear goes unfingered, but she plucks a silvery vibrator off the bathroom countertop and climbs into the shower. She pulls the shower curtain closed and the ‘camera’ moves right through it, which is an interesting thing to learn that it can do.

As the water streams down on her, Penelope begins masturbating with the vibe, moaning “Jacob, oh, Jacob” over and over. You and Tammy and Molly are all staring avidly at the screen, and also you’re all masturbating.

Then Tammy grabs your hand, lifts it gently off your cock, and begins sucking you. You stroke her bangs, and she mumbles “I love you, Jacob”.

On the screen, Penelope is gasping “fuck me, Jacob, fuck me, I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck me fuck me fuck me,” and Molly is saying it along with her, the squishing sounds of her fingers pumping in her cum-filled pussy are obscene in the best way possible, and Tammy’s tongue is circling your shaft and caressing your oh god what’s that part of your dick called THINK OF IT LATER and Penelope throws her head back and starts wailing “FUUUUUUUCK” and seeing her cum is even better than hearing her cum on the phone, your whole body is buzzing and your balls tighten and you say “TAMMY TAMMY TAMMY I’M GONNA CUM TAMMY MOLLY PENELOPE CUMMING” and you SPURT in Tammy’s mouth, and SPURT, and SPURT, and Molly turns red and squeals and Tammy is swallowing and swallowing and swallowing and there’s still some of your cum overflowing her mouth.

“Frenulum”, you realize. That’s the word you wanted.

Tammy lets go of your cock and sits up again, and Molly catches her breath, and so do you, and that’s when you realize that Penelope is still going.

“Uh,” Molly says, “do you… wanna go some more?”

And, honestly, yes you do, you could fuck Tammy and Molly for hours, but you have other things you genuinely need to do today.

You’re about to try to explain this in a friendly loving tone, when on the screen, the image of Penelope freezes in mid-orgasm.

From across the apartment, there’s a high thin BEEEEEEEP.

Tammy tsks. “Wi-fi shit itself,” she says. “Happens a couple of times a week.”

You nod. “Guess we’ve had enough.” She nods too.

“WHAT?!?” Molly sputters, outraged. You sigh.

“Molly, your mom does have to be at work in an hour, and –”

Molly waves that off. “No,” she says. “I mean why does it matter if the wi-fi goes down! This isn’t really streaming video! There’s no camera! It’s just magic!”

You shrug. “You’re right,” you say, “but who’re you gonna complain to?”

She grumbles.

“I got first shower,” Tammy says. “You guys wanna start loading the towels into the laundry?”

Molly nods, and starts collecting the towels from the sofa.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell her, and then follow Tammy to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Tammy has turned on the water; while she waits for it to warm up, she’s looking in the linen closet. “Couple years back, Towel Dimension went under and I got 70 towels for $80,” she tells you as she takes out some towels. “Otherwise I don’t know if I’d have anything clean left!”

“Oh, Towel Dimension. I helped out with a report on them,” you say, and go to the toilet. “It’s been like twelve hours since I last peed – maybe the stamina booster is giving me increased bladder capacity?”

Tammy grimaces. “I know I’ve had your cock in my mouth, but I still don’t want to watch you pee. Could you wait?”

“Sure, but – urgh!” You suddenly NEED to pee, desperately. “Hurry?”

She checks the water temperature again, then climbs into the shower and pulls the curtain closed.

Remarkably, your erection goes down a lot more easily now that you know you can fuck Tammy and Molly any time you want. You lift the lid and seat, aim, and begin peeing.

“So, about what Molly was saying,” Tammy says after a moment. “About… about breeding us.”

Your pee trickles to a halt as your cock stiffens again.

“…yes?”

“It was… it was pretty hot, wasn’t it?”

“Very.”

“That, um… that wasn’t the first time I’ve thought about that, actually. About –”

You cut her off. “Did you know I can’t pee if I have an erection?”

She snorts. “Sorry!”

“It’s fine,” you say, and after a moment your erection subsides and you resume peeing.

“I’m not saying never,” she emphasizes. “I’m saying, not right now. I’m absolutely not ready. It’s like… if I said ‘hey, maybe it’d be fun to go skydiving’ and then you immediately teleported me onto a plane and opened the cargo door.”

“Totally fair,” you answer. “I’m not ready either – at the very least, I’ve gotta put my life back together.”

“I mean, I’m only thirty-four!” she says. “I’ve still got fifteen years of fertility left!”

“At least fifteen,” you point out. “Stud said it works post-menopause.”

“Do you suppose the Multiplier might have something that’d make it easier for us, for you and me, to have a kid together?”

“… socially, or genetically?”

“Both, I guess – wait, are you still peeing?!?”

“Almost done… okay, done. And… probably, but I’m not gonna buy it until we actually need it. I’ve got other stuff to use points on.”

“Totally fair,” she answers. “Incidentally, what do you want to do about Olga?”

“… uh? What?”

“Do you want to fuck her?”

“She’s pretty, and… I don’t know if you knew this about me, but I’m a heterosexual male and I want to fuck basically all the pretty girls I meet.”

Tammy laughs. “Do you want to me to bring her home so we can fuck her in my bed?” she clarifies. “Do you want to come to the store so we can fuck her in my office? Would you like me to set you two up on a date?”

“I… probably,” you say. “But I want to be with Sigrid and Eleanor and Penelope first, before… before I go looking for anyone new. You’re my girlfriends, you should take priority.”

“That’s really, really sweet of you,” Tammy says. “You care about how people feel. That’s one of the reasons I love you.”

“I love you too, Tam.”

She sighs. “I’ve been thinking, this whole time… I really, really want you to get in the shower with me and eat my pussy – but then I’d be late for work.”

You sigh too. “Sometimes being a responsible grownup sucks.”

“Sometimes it does, yeah. Actually, speaking of sucking –” and she pulls the shower curtain open. “Get in here anyway.”

You shrug, and do so, fully expecting her to drop to her knees and suck your cock for the second time in less than an hour. Instead, she holds up her left tit. “You got points for sucking Molly’s tit.”

You frown. “Think just putting my mouth on it will be enough?”

“We don’t have time for much more than that, I think – whoa!”

You sweep your left arm around Tammy and press her against the wall, then crouch and begin sucking the proffered tit. Your tongue circles her nipple, which is already swollen and stiff, and your right hand goes between her thighs. She reflexively adjusts her stance to give you better access, and you begin fingering her.

Less than 24 hours ago, you were alone in this shower, frantically jacking off as you wondered what the hell you were going to do about the whole “sister and niece have fallen in love with me and are **** for my cock” thing. Now you’re just enjoying it – hot water streaming down on you both, your middle finger sliding in and out of her shaved pussy, feeling for her clit as you gaze into her eyes; you bite down on her nipple – gently – as your index finger joins your middle, and she grunts softly as her hips begin to thrust –

– and Molly yanks the shower curtain open.

“Hey!” she says to you, clearly annoyed. “You said you’d be right out to help me with the towels! Mom, that’s not fair!”

“I’m just – oh god, oh god – just making sure he gets points for, oh god, for sucking my tit!”

Molly rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Jacob, stay in there after she’s done and I’ll jack you off all over my face and tits. Sound good?”

“Mm-hm,” you manage – your erection is already throbbing in anticipation – and concentrate on getting Tammy off.

You quickly become aware that Molly is watching you finger her mother, and masturbating. On the one hand (ha ha), that’s incredibly fucking hot. On the other hand, having the shower curtain open while the shower is running can lead to problems.

Fortunately, you’re able to get Tammy all the way to a moaning gasping climax pretty quickly (you’re honestly not sure whether she squirted, what with being in the shower), and once this happens, Molly tugs the curtain closed.

Now that she’s cum, Tammy finishes cleaning herself very efficiently (you help by standing back and watching, because you’re pretty sure that if you were to start washing Tammy, you’d end up cumming in her again, and you’ve still got a half-dozen orgasms to go before you can be confident that Vast Difference has gotten all your sperm), and two and a half minutes later, she steps out of the shower and towels herself off. Molly kisses her, then joins you in the shower and pulls the curtain shut.

“I’m really sorry I can’t suck you this time,” Molly says as she sinks to her knees, “but I want you to get points for the handjob, and I don’t know if sucking you will affect that.” She spits on your cock. “I’ve seen the spitting in porn,” she explains, and begins jacking you. “Hope it actually works.”

Maybe spit is a really good lube-substitute, or maybe it’s because you’re already really turned on from fingering Tammy, but it’s less than two minutes of her wonderfully talented fingers caressing your shaft before you warn her and then almost immediately SPURT and SPURT and SPURT and cover her face and, as promised, tits.

She smiles as you help her to her feet. “Handjob and facial, bet you get a ton of points for that!” she says as she washes off.

Ten minutes later, you and Molly step out of the shower, fresh and clean. Tammy is just putting her shoes on.

“What are you gonna do this morning?” she asks.

“Well, for one thing, I haven’t had any breakfast yet,” you point out. “And… aside from that, I want to look at the Manual a bit. And also, see what I can find in terms of apartment ads.”

Molly boos. “You should move in with us permanently and fuck us every day,” she suggests. You and Tammy ignore that.

“After that, I’ll go meet up with Penelope… probably leave around eleven thirty.”

“You know what you should do?” Tammy says as she picks up her purse and slings it over her shoulder. “You should call Roger. Let him know you’re okay.”

You wince. “I mean… you’re right,” you say, “but I just don’t –”

“Gotta go,” Tammy says, and walks out and closes the door behind her.

“I barely remember Roger,” Molly says as you both get dressed. “He can’t be that bad, can he?”