We Are Fucked.

“Mind if I come in?” Genevieve asks, poking her head into the bedroom door.

Working at the small corner desk, I smile at her. She seats herself on the edge of the bed, leaving the door ajar. I’ve been busy over the course of the day, studying blueprints and train schedules and attending to my phone, which still buzzes with a damn high frequency—won’t those kids give up already?

“Erin’s about to head back home. She says she’ll keep working from there though,” Genevieve says.

Erin, unsurprisingly, has proven herself to be a monster at planning. She’s spent the day plotting out our next moves, writing up a thirty page document outlining our best moves under various scenarios, while occasionally answering a question or two of mine about the local territory.

“She’s already done plenty,” I say.

Genevieve smiles, and then she gets up, coming over to snuggle in my lap. The curves of her ass stir something down below while I try to, mostly unsuccessfully, focus on my phone.

Genevieve has been antsy today. She’s been putting work into her phone-tracking software, keeping a constant eye on Vidocq. He’s hardly moved since settling down in a house roughly forty-five minutes south of us. Genevieve, on the other hand, has been pacing through the house all day, up and down the stairs, through the various rooms and even going outside for another run, barely getting back in time for the quick pan-seared pork-chops I whipped up for dinner.

“She wants to help you,” Genevieve says. “And I do too.” She pauses.

There’s a silent But that hangs in the air. I put my phone down and crane my neck to look at her face. She leans back into the crook of my neck.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t take the news very well earlier today. I’m… sorry about asking you to leave,” Genevieve says. “I thought I was ready. I’d heard about the things your Father did, mentally prepared myself, but then when the threat became real…”

She shivers against me.

“It’s alright,” I say, running my hand through her brown locks. I think I believe it when I say it.

“But I still want to make it up to you,” she says, and she subtly shifts on my lap, her ass rubbing against my cock. “I just… had to wait for Erin, because…” She smiles and looks down at herself, grinding her ass against me.

“I think I’ll like this apology,” I say.

She swivels on my lap, facing me, and we lean into one another, our lips meeting. If this is anything like yesterday… My heart begins to leap in excitement, the pressure of the day melting away as I lift her up, carrying her to the bed.

“Not so fast!” Genevieve shrieks as I pull off her top, revealing her two splendid breasts. I reach out, and she laughs, covering her nipples with her arms, as I pause, unsure of what I’ve done wrong. “I had a plan for this. Lie down, please?”

I do, and she plants a tender kiss on my neck, her hands pulling my shirt up. She runs her hands over my chest, my arms, admiring the musculature and making a series of small sounds of contentment that my ego is unreasonably stoked by.

“We went so fast yesterday,” she says softly, resting her head against my bare chest. “I didn’t get a chance to appreciate you.”

I respond by moving my arms to her legs, slowly rubbing my hands upwards, but she deftly kicks my hands away.

“Shh… let me drive this,” she says, lifting her head to show me the mock stern expression she’s put on. “Close your eyes. Relax.” Her fingers fold my eyelids down, and I feel her other hand running across my waist.

“And keep them closed,” she whispers, her voice suddenly echoing in my right ear.

“Ah…” is all I manage to reply as I feel her fingers wrap around my cock through the folds of my—Ricardo’s—sweatpants.

She lets go a second later, and begins pulling off my pants and boxers together. I shift my waist to help her, and a second later, I feel my cock out in the open, semi-erect, but very much ready for more.

I hear her stepping off the bed.

“What’s going on?” I murmur.

“Eyes closed,” is all she replies.

She’s back onto the bed a second later, and I hear music beginning to play from the side. I recognise the Liszt, Liebestraum 3, and fuck, I recognise those hands around my cock.

Genevieve is sweet with my cock, her hands delicately fluttering up and down my erection, rousing me, her tongue bathing my cock with smooth licks that draw me up and into her. She’s right. With my eyes closed, here in the darkness, I can feel every inch of myself so much more keenly, and what a blessing that is as she finally engulfs me between her lips.

I let out a long low breath of pleasure as I feel the heat of her mouth around my head, and then she dips lower, I can picture her lips sealed around my cock, one hand still wrapped around my base, the other fondling my balls—light scratches like fingernails, her head bobbing gently across my cock.

She slowly works her way downwards, descending like a cross-country skier, the long arcs up and down necessary steps in her journey to her final destination.

A minute later, I hear an mmmm sounding from her, which I take to be her throat as she sinks ever-closer to the base of my cock, but then I realise that it’s a moan.

“Are you… are you pleasuring yourself?” I ask.

“Don’t open your eyes!” she squeaks, pulling off me for a second, and I regret asking the question, because of the interruption, but a second later, she’s back onto me, lips around just my tip.

I groan in frustration, and she giggles, slowly working her way downwards again. She goes faster this time, but only just barely, and I feel myself inching towards my completion as she suddenly buries her head into my full length, **** and coughing some as she pulls up a few seconds later.

“I think you’re ready for the main course now,” Genevieve says, sounding all too pleased with herself.

“Consider… consider all your sins forgiven,” I say, and through my closed eyes, I swear I can see her smiling down at me.

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” she says; there’s a rustle of the bedsheets. Somewhere, in the distance, the opening notes of Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 begin to play.

“What do you mean?” I say, but it’s such a stupid question, because…

FUCK she’s so tight…

She’s sinking down on my cock, and it unadulterated bliss, God-fucking-damn how is she so tight? She wasn’t this tight yesterday, her pussy wasn’t like this, but maybe it’s the cowgirl position, the way she’s bouncing on my cock, the faint slickness of her cunt rapidly turning into a torrent.

“You’re so good,” I moan.

I feel her arms pushing down on my chest for stability. She’s riding me fast, she’s riding me hard, she’s riding me out to war… I can barely buck my waist in time, the fucking so frantic, what happened to taking this slow? I don’t care, it’s so good, she’s so good…

I gasp, and Genevieve gasps too, voice high with pleasure as she cries out: “Yes, OH YES,” sinking down fully on my mast, flying back up, when I suddenly freeze.

That voice was too high… that voice wasn’t Genevieve’s.

My eyes snap open.

Erin Najbreit is riding on my cock, dark hair tumbling down across her shoulders, nude breasts pressed together by her arms as she sinks down again, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, a pale-skinned Goddess riding me, and Genevieve sits on the bed behind her, fingering herself, and holy shit… I see Genevieve’s eyes widening as she sees that mine are open.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper. And then louder: “Erin, Erin, stop.”

She does, her own eyes opening. She looks like she’s been carried away to cloud nine, she’s so beautiful, except…

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I say again.

“Aren’t you enjoying this?” Erin asks, leaning down, frowning. She’s still on my cock. I don’t want her to slip out. It feels too good. But…

“You’re my sister,” I say. “Half-sister.”

“Say no, and I get off you right now,” Erin says. Her voice is deadly serious. She’s fucking daring me.

She slowly starts raising herself off my cock. I whimper softly at the sudden release in pressure. I want this so badly.

There are some opportunities in life you shouldn’t pass up on, Claude.

The Affection Multiplier’s words flash through my head.

I want this so badly, and fuck I’m going to get it.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Erin,” I say, sitting up and lifting her off my cock.

She shakes her head, saying: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“So I’m going to have to punish you,” I say. “Get on all fours.”

“Oh gods,” she mutters, realisation and then anticipation wracking through her body. She gets on her hands and knees. Genevieve is beaming at me.

“You’re next,” I growl at her, and this does nothing to curtail her smile.

I place my hands on Erin’s slender waist. She looks back at me, biting her lip.

“Please tell me I don’t need to use protection,” I say.

She nods.

“It would have been too risky to not get the oper—ooohhhh….”

Her words trail off as I slam my cock into her pussy.

I am fucking Erin Najbreit.

The Friska over the speakers soars at 160 beats per minute, and I fuck, and I fuck, and I match the heat of the music, plowing into Erin’s sweet pussy, her delectable ass high in the air, accelerating, fucking like I never have before…

Genevieve’s got three fingers going inside of herself, she holds them out for Erin, who leans forward to lick the fingers greedily, I shift forwards with her, finding a new angle to slam her with. Erin moans with pleasure. A good spot then, and I pound her faster still, holding her tight.

“Oh Markus, oh Markus, oh Markus,” Erin cries out, her arms wobbling, my cock lighting her up, no careful thrusts, just a focus on getting the rod in and out…

“Yes, yes, yes… yes,” she can’t stop saying, and I realise with a start that she is cumming, she can’t keep up, her arms give in, she slumps onto the bed, hips arched up, I slam downwards, fucking her for all I’ve got, pushing her through a second wave of shudders, another orgasm, she moans into the bed, Genevieve now with her hands on Erin’s back, staring lovingly at her girlfriend, then up at me, I met her eye as Erin finally slips off my cock, panting, panting…

“My turn,” Genevieve says, pushing me back down onto the bed, my cock hanging high in the air.

It’s a fresh wave of pleasure as her pussy envelopes my cock, her heat and musk so memorable, how could I have mixed her up with Erin… she rocks herself slowly on my cock, giving me time to catch my breath.

Erin, stretched out on the bed, crawls up next to me and peers her face over mine, looking very, very satisfied, and then she kisses me.

I kiss her back, hungry for more of her, and I moan into her mouth as Genevieve picks up her pace, the girl screaming in pleasure already… surely I’m not that good I think to myself, but it must just be the anticipation that she’s been holding in for so long now, the Rhapsody’s cadenza hammering in the background, Genevieve cumming less than a minute later, rolling off me, I’m still kissing Erin, but my cock feels bare…

“Let me take care of that,” Erin says, her hand jacking off my cock, and a second later, her cool mouth is wrapped around my length.

Genevieve, still energized, gets behind Erin and starts to eat her out; I can feel when her tongue hits the right places as Erin gasps into my cock, fast bursts of air that send me to the brink.

“You like this? Blowing your half-brother?” I hear Genevieve saying.

Erin moans, and maybe she cums again, but all I know is that she’s gone deep on me, her eyes rolling back in her head, pretty face slick with sweat.

“And you, Markus,” Genevieve saying, pulling away from Erin’s cunt for a moment. “You were just telling me something the other day about threesomes, weren’t you?”

Something about her words does it for me. That, and the hot Goddess working my cock, oh Erin Najbreit, how could I have doubted…

I cum into her mouth, a thick heavy load, she keeps her mouth wrapped around my cock, I spurt and I spurt, I feel four hands on the base of my cock, milking it, drawing my seed out, so much seed spills out…

Erin lifts her head up when I am done, my load thick in her mouth, and she swallows it down in two gulps.

Genevieve smiles at me, and lays down on the bed to my right. On my other side, Erin flops down too.

That’s when the post-nut clarity hits me.