Staying over and taking over

A few minutes later, you and Mike are hanging out and playing games in the living room while his parents clean up.

"I think I'll stay the night," you say after a while.

“Sure thing, man.” Mike glances at you with a grin before turning his focus back to his game. “With you here, we can hog Mom. Dad doesn’t seem to mind it when you take charge. Heck, maybe we can take the master bedroom!”

You smile to yourself. It seems like people notice and understand that you have priority. What you say goes, and the world’s norms come after. Sweeeeet.

“Great idea," you agree, just as April walks into the living room, wearing a lilac see-through nightie. The fabric looks so thin that you imagine it would be extremely easy to tear off of her body.

“It’s getting late, boys,” she says, hands resiting on her waist. “I heard something about John staying over?”

Which means she also heard the part about occupying her for the night, and possibly taking the master bedroom.

“You shouldn’t be trying to use John to take advantage of your father, Mike,” she chides playfully. “He works all day to provide for us.”

Mike doesn’t look like he’s paying much attention to her words, his eyes roaming over her barely concealed body.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry,” he mumbles, shooting you a glance suggestively. “They were just suggestions, right? John doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to.”

You find this situation extremely amusing. Both April and Mike know that that your authority will supersede their bonds and relationships. It’s a free-use world, so ideally no man should get to claim or tell someone what they can or cannot do with a woman as long as she has D-cup breasts... Yet here you are. In control.

“She’s right,” you continue to a deflating Mike. “Peter works hard to keep you guys happy, and you’ve had April to yourself whenever he’s at the office.”

“Except the times he decided to blueball me by taking her to the office,” Mike muttered audibly.

“Michael!” April tries to look angry but her laugh gave her away.

“It’s true!”

“Anyway,” you say, cutting in before he can start rambling. “You should probably head to bed.”

“You’re not coming?” Michael looks confused, tilting his head to one side.

“I think,” you continue slowly. “I’ll sleep with your parents.”

Michael seems taken aback. “I thought you just said-“

“Yeah, yeah,” you interrupt, walking towards April. “I know what I said, Mike. But you can’t really expect me to care about all those things when I have full balls and your mom to empty them in. Does that make sense?”

Mike stares at you with a surprised expression for several seconds.

“Uh,” he replies slowly, breaking the silence. “I guess it does.”

“Good." Dismissing your friend with that, you turn to April, who's watching the whole conversation with an amused expression.

You undo your jeans and let them fall to the floor, bring her soft hand to your hardening dick, and softly squeeze her mountainous right tit.

“I’m sure you can squeeze me into your bed, April?”

“Of course,” she says cheerfully, stroking you slowly. You smirk at Mike, who's reluctantly walking to his room, his greedy eyes glued to April. “I’ll always have space to squeeze you in...”