Sneaky humiliation fun

You hang out with Ellen and Katy in your room without anything too eventful happening because Mom barges in about 15 minutes later. Luckily you're just laying there on the bed naked with your sisters by this point, which in this crazy town isn't unusual so Mom thinks nothing of it, as her mind is on her own schemes as usual.

"Oh, there you are," she says, "I need you to research the probate procedure and chancery laws of inheritance for this island."

"The who and the what now?" you ask in confusion.

"I'm talking to Ellen," your mom says in annoyance. Okay that makes more sense, Ellen is the smart one who can do anything with her computer, but does Mom really have to barge into your own room to ignore you and talk to somebody else? Yes, you suppose, your mom really does feel she must that way. She has done just that for the previous 19 years of your life.

"Uh okay," Ellen says, "Why? We gonna inherit the family fortune after all?"

Of course Ellen knows about the supposed inheritance that is the source of all the family drama. You'd rather wanted everybody to drop this since it's so pointless and upsetting, but alas, your mom wouldn't care what you thought about the issue.

"Maybe, just figure out something about a will that says an inheritance skips a generation," Mom says, then turns around and leaves as abruptly as she entered.

"What was that all about?" Katy asks.

"Uh it's something Ruth said, I don't know," you say, "Since she's our Aunt, she inherited our grandparent's estate? Or something like that. But the inheritance just amounts to her restaurant and dinky apartment. I don't know why mom has her panties in a twist over it."

"Mom hasn't worn panties in a month, haven't you noticed her pussy hanging out all summer?" Ellen says, and you all giggle. "It's our inheritance too you know," she says, "Maybe it is ancient history but you know how mom is."

You sigh. "Shit I've gotta pick up Heather," you say, hopping up. You'd promised your girlfriend you'd walk her home from work, which while romantic is also a matter of keeping her safe these days. You clean up quickly in the bathroom, washing your dick off (which amusingly is a frequent hygiene requirement with your recent lifestyle) then heading out the door. You can't leave your girlfriend hanging.

You walk across town to Ruth's restaurant and find Heather waiting for you a few feet down the nearby alley, with Greg right next to her. The head waiter and bully is fondling Heather's big breasts as she pushes him away. They're just far enough off the main drag that no one seems to care that he's molesting your girlfriend. Except you of course.

"Go away," you say as Greg fingers your girlfriend's nipples and she slaps at his hand, driving him away for now. You wish you were more physically imposing but the only oversized part of your body is your dick. Ordinarily that's fine but Greg is bigger than you and muscular.

"Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" Greg says to you, grabbing one of Heather's tits and flopping it around as if it's an udder.

You give him a push away from her, shoving him into the brick alley wall. You wonder if this going to turn into a fight, which wouldn't be in your favor since Greg is a little bigger and like an idiot you dropped out of martial arts classes after a few weeks when you were a kid.

"Come on baby, let's go home," you say, grabbing Heather's hand, which she eagerly gives you.

"Looks you bought the whole damn dairy farm, loser," Greg continues, reaching for Heather's shaved pussy. You want to kick his ass for that but... yeah... you can't kick his ass. Instead you pull Heather, who seems to have frozen, out of the alley and into the public square.

That's the thing about this stupid town, people will be bullies and creeps in a darkened alley but out in the light of day they aren't so tough. Greg follows you out but he doesn't do anything but glare as you walk away with Heather across the square.

"Sorry..." she says.

"For what?" you ask.

"Getting touched like that."

You shrug. "Not like you wanted it. Why would I be mad?"

"Lots of guys would be, if their girlfriend was getting fondled by another guy like that," she says softly as you walk.

Maybe they would be, but it seems like a silly reaction since Heather was trying to fight him off. "I just feel bad I couldn't do anything. I should have beat him up."

Heather smirks. "Hey you're a lover not a fighter," she says playfully, "Don't worry about it. He's got like six buddies who are as big as him. You can't fight them off, and I don't want you to."

You feel a little comforted, but still, it doesn't make you feel like much of a man to be escaping from every fight this summer. Sure you've made it out safely with your girls every time so far, but can your luck keep until the fall?

"Why were you waiting in the alley anyway? I mean it's okay but couldn't you have waited in front of the restaurant?"

"Ruth said not to loiter by the door, it's her property," Heather says. You'll have to talk to Ruth about that. So much to do... if you weren't getting laid constantly this would be way too stressful of a summer vacation.

You walk Heather home and for some reason your little sister is cooking dinner. Katy isn't a bad cook but she's a lazy one, and you figure she must have done something to offend Mom. Still, she makes a delicious chicken parmesan and you all eat it around the table. You and four naked women, three of whom are into you (and your dick)... yeah, you have nothing to be stressed out over.

Still, Mom manages to make it an anxiety-provoking experience, making a point of serving Heather last, and giving her the smallest portion. She still doesn't approve of your girlfriend, and hints it so clearly you notice even though you're trying to ignore the petty family drama. You happen to mention your boss, and Aunt, and Mom practically hisses. "I wish you'd get a real job," she says. As if waiting tables at a fancy restaurant isn't a good job for the summer at age 19. Of course arguing that would only make things worse, you can't think of a single argument you've ever won with your mom.

"Maybe I'll get my own apartment, with Heather, and Katy if she wants," you say. Yeah yeah you shouldn't engage, but this is mostly just a declarative statement.

Instead of responding, mom glares at Ellen.

"Like you could afford an apartment here, it's super expensive," your big sister says halfheartedly. So she's still mom's attack dog? Apparently your dick can't totally convert a woman permanently into your unwavering ****. Say it ain't so!

You get stuck with the dishes somehow and Heather helps you, of course, then you watch television in your room with her until after midnight. You go to brush your teeth but mom tells you the bathroom's closed since she's clipping her toenails and you have to brush your teeth using a bowl in your bedroom.

"I love you baby but your family is kinda drama central," Heather says as she spits her toothpaste into the bowl.

"Yeah, no argument here," you say, "Maybe I really will get an apartment. Settle down with you. Is that realistic?"

"Yeah if you want to deal with all my baggage," she says happily, "I mean your sister wasn't lying, it is expensive here. I couldn't afford a place before I met you."

You don't want to think about how she slept around with guys just to keep a roof over her head. You don't blame her for it but you'd rather keep that memory in her past.

"Oh well, I'll figure out a solution to all our problems tomorrow," you say with a yawn, and Heather cuddles up with you on the bed. You reach for the bedside lamp to turn it off.

But of course there's a knock at the door. It must be Katy sneaking in, which pleases you, even if it is risky. Heather stumbles over and unlocks the door, opening it to reveal Katy.

And Ellen.

Your sisters dart in and Ellen quietly closes the door behind them.

"Couldn't resist his cock huh?" Heather says with a smirk to your big sister. You've told your girlfriend everything and she thoroughly approves of you using Ellen's fixation with your cock to humiliate her. Ellen has teased Heather about being a slut worse than anyone and now she's excited to get some ****.

"Look, I'm sorry, Mom just controls me," Ellen says.

"You're 23 years old," you say dismissively. You doubt it's even true that Mom controls her, but even if it is, Ellen's old enough to resist. "But oh well. You can hang out with us, but you have to be good. And apologize to my girlfriend for being mean to her."

Ellen frowns. Nobody (except perhaps Mom) treats her like this. You think maybe you've gone too far, but your big sister says, "Fine. I'm sorry I called you a slut, Heather."

It sounds pretty hollow and Heather shakes her head, not accepting it either. "You need to do way better than that to show you mean it," you say, "Kiss her. Let her touch your boobs."

You think your big sister might balk, as a dominant lesbian who didn't like your girlfriend at all, but Ellen looks to your semi-hard cock, then leans in and kisses Heather on the lips. The two start to make out between your bed where Katy sits down next to you and the door. Everyone is walking on eggshells despite the perverted situation that's unfolding. No one wants mom busting in and ruining the fun. But for now your big sister and your girlfriend are standing there naked and kissing.

Controlling two beautiful bisexual women is an amazing turn-on. But you can push this even further. You take Katy's hand and guide it to your cock, and she hardly resists, stroking your dick slowly slowly. Katy will do anything you say now, you think. But you don't want to cum yet so you let her give you a slow handjob.

Heather and Ellen make out with surprising passion. Heather takes the lead, every the nymphomaniac even if there's not a cock involved (yet). The two women are pushing their tongues into each other's mouths, pressing their big tits together, their naked bodies looking positively pornographic. You catch both looking to you to make sure you're enjoying this, but the fact that they're being intimate with each other mostly for your benefit hardly is a problem for you. Their lips smack loudly as they make out lewdly, swapping spit and getting passionate. They don't even like each other, all of this passion is for you.

"Make Ellen really **** herself," Katy whispers in your ear, "She's done it to me many times. She deserves to be humiliated."

You're at a full boner now. Your ****-crazed little sister is really surprising you by wanting **** on her lover-slash-tormenter big sister. But this is not a problem for you either, you are liking the way she thinks.

"Open your mouth, Ellen, and kneel under Heather," you say. Ellen looks to you in annoyance, probably suspecting this will be nasty for her, but she drops to her knees. In her own way Ellen has a ripe, sexual body, hidden under baggy clothes until this summer. Her nipples are hard and her cheeks are red with embarrassment, but she obeys.

Heather stands over to her, looking to you eagerly for her instruction. Her body glistens with sweat, you can tell even from a few feet away that her pussy is wet. She looks like walking sex even more so than usual.

"Spit into her mouth," you say, and Katy squeezes your cock in excitement. Heather grins and hocks, then spits right into Ellen's mouth, which is surprisingly still wide open. Ellen looks disgusted but makes herself allow your girlfriend's copious saliva to drop into her gaping mouth. "Swish it around and swallow it, Ellen."

Ellen looks even more grossed out but she keeps her mouth open, playing with Heather's spit with her tongue, then swallows it whole.

"Fuck," Katy says.

"Not yet," you say playfully, "You must really want my cock, huh big sister?"

Ellen looks daggers at you. The taste of your girlfriend's spit in her mouth, she grumbles, "Well I can't go fuck random dudes, and everyone else here gets your dick..."

You laugh. These are hilariously flimsy excuses for her to be degrading herself like this in order to get to have incestuous sex with her brother. You know they're not the real reason she's doing this, but you kind of like that she's being her surly and argumentative self verbally, while physically submitting to every humiliating request you've made so far. Clearly she wants your cock badly, and that's what matters.

How far do you dare push this?