Cheerful (though not without domination)

My name is Hope O’Neil, one of the three O’Neal triplets currently at University working towards Econ degrees. Well… my sisters Faith and Charity are, while I simply tag along with them. It’s not that I’m idly coasting off their work, it’s just that… well…

So you may have guessed that my sisters and I share a body. Standing at 6’6 with three redheads on top, our shared body has 13 limbs; 6 arms and 7 legs. Hope and Charity each get the three arms and legs, while I seventh leg, front and center between my sister’s front legs. My leg is practically vestigial, only the length of my sisters thighs and my four-toed foot is so small I can barely hold a pencil with it. I some day home to learn to write with my foot, but for now my sisters and I agree to leave the writing for to them.

Aside from my leg, my portion of the body consists of my head (unsurprisingly), four breasts, 1/3 of each of my sister’s vaginas (located between my leg and those my respective sister’s) and a one of three cocks in between my sisters back legs. I don’t get to see my dick often as it’s usually out of my field of view, but Faith had showed me pictures of our three dicks and ballsack behind them. My cock is definitely the smallest, and like the rest of me, nested between much larger beauties.

While I know some may look at my configuration and say I’ve got the short straw. And on both levels, yes, I both literally, and figuratively do. However, I never found it useful or healthy to dwell on how powerless I am. Rather, I focus on the hand nature has dealt me and try to play it as well as I can; mainly, my curiosity, observation and rhetoric skills.

People say I’m the smartest of the three, a sentiment I don’t quite enjoy, because I think the thing “smart” tries to describe is a mess of different skills. A you don’t need to be eloquent to have good ideas, nor do you need to be self reflective to be convincing. That said,Faith and Charity both can tell I spend a lot of time looking around, listening, and thinking. So when a problem or gap in their knowledge comes up, I’m the first person they come to. They consider my ability to find something they wouldn’t have noticed invaluable, as is my ability to grab complex ideas and make them into something my sisters can better understand.

It also helps that my sisters are very compassionate. Faith, for example, might be more offended by my unfair predicament than I am, always asking if I’m bored, hungry, thirsty, sleepy, need an itch scratched or a foot massage. She often defaults to what I want when she doesn’t feel strongly on something and listens when I think I know more about something than her. Even when we have serious conflict of interests, she is willing to alternate who’s decision goes to the point where any issue she’d be willing to strong-arm is one that’s hardly my business anyways.

My relationship with Charity is… more complicated. I’m not sure if she sees me as a person. That’s not to say she treats me bad, but she does tease me a lot, rarely asks for my thoughts on a decision she’s invested in, and I get the sense she dotes on me for her own reasons apart from me. Maybe she sees me like a scent hound; talented and worthwhile, but not fully human? Maybe it’s just a vogue sense of charity? Then again, I sometimes feel like I’m a little harsh on her. It’s not fair she has half the responsibility of a helpless dork any more than it’s fair I’m helpless. While the way she treats me makes me feel less autonomous, she still is attentive to my needs and recognizes me as “smart” if not a whole person, and her shortcomings are balanced out by Faith’s unfaltering altruism.

Regardless, both of them are very accommodating and sweet. Them ever abusing or neglecting me isn’t even my greatest worry about them. You see, each off us have a cock, but the our scrotum is squarely beyond my influence, a four-balled sack within the exclusive domain of my sisters. While I’m no physician, I believe that’s why I can’t cum with my cock unless Faith and Charity are jacking off themselves, and conversely why them masturbating always results in my cumming as well. I don’t mind this; Faith and Charity care about my neither feeling violated or starved, and it’s nice getting off without feeling any touch. The problem is that over the years, I’ve been worrying that this arrangement has been pavlov-ing me into finding them attractive. Or maybe I always did and am only now starting to realize it…

I’ve felt my “great observational skills” have been leading me to notice how beautiful my sisters are, how happy they and their kindness makes me, it scares me greatly. Would they still be so benevolent if they knew the perverse way in which their powerless sister cares about them? I can’t imagine getting to the point where I have to learn the answer to that question. Then again… I don’t don’t think Faith would mind showing me our dick pic again…