Not everything is about you.

[Behind-the-scenes info: if you read the previous chapter and don’t remember seeing a note like this, go back and read it again, because it’s different now. Or don’t, I’m not your boss.]

The first time you remember seeing Tammy blush was almost two decades ago, when she told your parents that she was pregnant at fifteen. You’ve seen her blush on multiple occasions since then, several of which have been since she took you in after the fire, a little over 24 hours ago.

This is the first time you’ve seen her blush while completely nude. And it’s interesting to see that the blush affects not just her face, but her neck, and shoulders, and upper back, and her luscious tits. Her nipples are swollen stiff, but you’re pretty sure they were like that before.

You make a mental note to find out more about how blushing works.

“Jacob,” Tammy says slowly, “for the past… few months or so, Molly and I, we’ve been… oh god, am I blushing?!?”

“Mm hm,” you say, grinning. “Looks good on you!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” she grumbles. “We both know we’re going to be fucking! I’m your sister, Molly’s your niece, we’re both in love with you, you’re going to cum in both of us, we’re both going to suck your cock and swallow your load! That’s all out in the open! Why am I blushing!”

All you can do is shrug.

“Do you want me to –” Molly begins. “Go ahead,” Tammy mutters, then she looks away and starts doing a deep-breathing exercise.

“So, for the past… we’re in late September, so I guess it’s been about five months?” Molly says. “Since about a week after her birthday, Mom and I – do you want me to call her ‘Tammy’?”

“Up to you,” you say.

“Mom and I,” Molly continues, “we’ve been… well, clearly it’s nothing the Multiplier counts as sex. A lot of making out… sometimes we watch porn and masturbate together… or just watch each other… I’m sure we would’ve gotten to actual, y’know… Multiplier-approved fucking sooner or later.”

“I was going to get you a dildo for Christmas,” Tammy tells her. Her blush has started to fade. “Maybe a double-headed one. Multiplier probably wouldn’t have counted that as sex either, though.”

“Oh, and we decided that if either of us ever brought home a boyfriend who was good enough, we’d fuck him together,” Molly adds.

“Well, we talked about that,” Tammy says. “Although I guess that’s a moot point, because… well, we’re yours now.” She presses herself against you.

That you are now effectively Tammy and Molly’s boyfriend – boyfriend-equivalent? – actually hadn’t occurred to you.

“Honestly, it probably wouldn’t have ever happened,” she continues. “A threesome with somebody else, I mean. A few years back, I realized I was starting to have feelings for you. Mostly when you’d talk about, like, Eleanor, or… well, basically I realized I was jealous of the girls you liked. That Arlene girl you dated in university, I was so glad when you broke up with her! Because you’re so interesting! And so nice! I’d go on a date with a guy, and I’d keep comparing him to you! Oh, and sometimes when I masturbated, if porn wasn’t doing it for me, I’d think about you.”

You blink. “Wow.”

“Not always. Normally I masturbate about… every other day, so fantasies about you were… maybe once or twice a week. The rest of the time – porn, Molly, other women I know, some actors. Not in that order.” She slides a hand into your boxers and begins slowly squeezing your erection. “I had no idea you had such a big dick, though.”

Her fingers feel amazing, and it occurs to you that, were it not for Steel-Driving Man, you would probably have already cum by now. Well worth the points.

“Wait, wait,” Molly says. “I thought this was new?”

Tammy shrugs. “You think I’d tell you I wanted to fuck my brother while you were still in middle school?”

“That far back?” you say.

She shrugs again. “Maybe? Not like I have a spreadsheet to track who I fantasized about when.”

You grin. “There’s a VLOOKUP joke in there somewhere.”

She snorts.

“All I can think of is that it rhymes with ‘bedsheet’,” Molly says.

“Anyway, when you asked if you could stay with us… I mean, for the most part I was genuinely ‘yes, of course, this is terrible, I’m so sorry for you’, but also I realized that this was basically my big chance to… to make a move on you!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Hm?”

“I changed clothes three times before you got here, trying to figure out how sexy I should be to lure you in instead of scaring you off.”

You blink. “Uh… ‘lure’?”

You’re surprised by how uncomfortable that word makes you.

Tammy nods, clearly excited to explain how clever she’d been. “Yeah, like… first, bait the hook – have you notice how hot I was, and leave you off-balance – ‘is she actually horny for me, or am I imagining it?’, y’know? And I had this idea that over the next few days, I’d gradually turn up the heat – dress sexier, and maybe come into the bathroom while you were showering and be, like, oops!”

Your eyes go wide. You can imagine all too well how nervous that would’ve made you, especially with the risk of becoming homeless (or worse!) if you did the wrong thing.

Yes, you had the Multiplier so you’d have been able to tell that she meant it, but…

“Uh…” is all you can manage to say.

“I was pretty sure I could get you to at least kiss me by Saturday,” she says, and kisses you. You let her, but you don’t… you don’t kiss back, not the way you were doing earlier. She doesn’t seem to notice.

“‘No plan survives contact with reality,’” Molly quotes. “God, now I’m imagining what it would’ve been like to see you flirting with him, and not already know you were trying to fuck him.”

“You knew?!?” you sputter.

She nods. “Just before she gave me the car keys, she was like, ‘Molly, you know how we’ve basically been doing **** the past few months? I’m gonna try to seduce Jacob. Play along!’”

“I was thinking something slow and gradual,” Tammy says. “And then she flat-out tells you, ‘Jacob, you should get in the bath with Tammy’!”

They both laugh. You… don’t.

“So this was a… a set-up?”

Tammy shrugs. “If you want to call it that, I guess.”

“… what about the panties?”

“Well, this morning, obviously that was deliberate –”

“Right,” you say, “but I mean –”

“Last night? No, I genuinely forgot them in the bathroom. And I genuinely was freaked out, because it wasn’t part of the plan!”

“That was so fucking hot when I realized you’d been sniffing them,” Molly says, and kisses you.

“Oh god yes!” Tammy says.

“Um. How did you know, actually?” you ask. “I put them back where I found them?”

Tammy shrugs again. “Jacob, I’ve worked in clothing retail for almost nine years. I notice when panties have been turned inside-out.”

That’s not something you remember having done, but clearly it happened.

She continues. “So that’s when I decided, okay, what if I turned up the heat a bit, picked my sexiest pajamas, made myself irresistible? How horny can I get him while still acting totally normal?”

You heave a long sigh. They look startled.

“Can I say something really, really, really stupid?” you ask.

“How am I supposed to answer that?” Tammy says. “No, it’s fine. Go ahead.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad!” Molly adds.

“Part of me – and I know this is stupid, but it’ll bug me if I don’t say anything – part of me feels like you were being a little… manipulative.”

Tammy jerks backwards. “What?”

Molly blinks several times. “Okay, it is that bad.”

You hold up your hands palm-out to forestall their objections. “And, I mean, yes, I have the Multiplier, yes, I bought you the sex dreams attribute, but… you’re talking about luring, you had this secret plan… that stuff about dressing sexier every day and making me wonder if I was completely off-base, that’s basically gaslighting… I mean, you said you were baiting the hook! That’s not good for the fish!”

Tammy grimaces, and you can tell your point hit home.

“Oh, come on, that’s bullshit!” Molly protests. “We weren’t plotting against you! If anything, we were plotting for you!”

“But that’s still plotting.”

Now Molly grimaces.

There’s a very awkward silence.

Inside your head, you’re yelling at yourself for being an idiot. They want to fuck you, you want to fuck them, WHAT’S THE FUCKING PROBLEM!!!

But you –

“Hold on,” Tammy says. “What about the Multiplier?”

“No, I already admitted I’m being a hypocrite, but –”

“ No,” she says forcefully, cutting you off. “I mean, when did it start affecting me?”

You blink. “Uh… it says it’s always on, and it put itself on my phone before I left work, so I guess… as soon as I called you yesterday and you answered? I’m not sure exactly how much interaction it needs to start tracking someone – tough to experiment with that.”

“Aha! So, could we say, could we say, could we say… that the Multiplier amped up my desire for you – my pre-existing desire for you – so strongly that I had to act on it?”

“Oh!” says Molly, delighted. “Yes! And then, because you didn’t wanna risk scaring him off, you knew you had to do it –”

“ – clandestinely, yes!” Tammy finishes.

They both look at you, eyes full of hope.

“… huh,” you say. “I… okay, yeah, I can see that. Without the Multiplier… okay, so you’ll accept that you were being manipulative if I accept that the Multiplier was influencing you into doing it?”

Tammy nods urgently.

“Deal,” you say. She kisses you again, and this time, you kiss back properly. Molly makes a happy noise.

Finally Tammy lets go of you. “Anything else you want to know about me before we actually do this?” she asks. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m hiding anything!”

“First, could you just check that my scores are still maxed out?” Molly says. “I don’t want to love you any less just because I thought you were being stupid.”

That’s a possibility that hadn’t occurred to you. “It’s fine,” you tell Tammy as you retrieve your phone from where you dropped it earlier. “If there’s anything important, I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

“This morning I was just freaked out at how fast everything was going. And I honestly don’t remember the names of everyone who’s ever made me cum,” Tammy says. “Assuming I knew them all in the first place.”

You turn the phone on, and the Multiplier’s still open from before. The updates log is blinking and blinking, but you ignore it and scroll to Molly’s profile…

“Seriously, it’s okay,” you say to Tammy. “Probably the Multiplier knows. …Ah!”

You show Molly her scores; they are, indeed, all still maxed out. “Yay!” she says, and waves a triumphant fist. “How about we celebrate by me sucking your cock?”

“Good idea!” you say.

“Haven’t done anything sexual with a guy in nine years,” Tammy says, as Molly maneuvers you out of your boxers. “And after I got promoted, I stopped having sex at work.”

You grin at Tammy as your rigid erection springs free.

The three of you are now all completely nude.

“Tell us about that later?” you say.

“Absolutely,” she says as you get to your feet and Molly kneels before you.

Then Molly frowns. “Hold on,” she says. “Kneepad.”

“Everything else is just… background stuff,” Tammy says, as Molly retrieves the t-shirt she had tossed across the room.

“You don’t care about the teachers I had a crush on in grade school,” Tammy continues, as Molly places the t-shirt on the floor at your feet and kneels on it. “You don’t care about all my erotic Lord of the Rings fanfic.”

Molly reaches forward and grabs your cock with one hand, then opens her mouth and leans forward.

“You don’t care about the stuff I did with Mom.”

You’re not sure if there’s a term for the equivalent of “sitting bolt upright” when you’re already standing, but that’s what you do. Molly’s head swivels to face Tammy.

“OUR mom?!?” you say, just as Molly says “Grandma CAROL?!?” in exactly the same tone.

Tammy blinks repeatedly. She’s blushing again. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she says. “The second I heard the words come out of my mouth, I realized you’d want to hear about this.”

“Yes,” you say in a strangled voice. “Yes I do want to hear about this! Tammy, what –”

Tammy looks up at the ceiling, then back at you. “Well,” she says. “Starting when I was… I guess this was a few months after I turned nineteen, she said I was old enough… Mom and I, we… well, again, clearly it wasn’t anything the Multiplier counts as sex. A lot of making out… masturbating together… she absolutely loved sucking my tits, she said it was a pity I’d stopped lactating by then… we watched each other use dildos – she could make herself squirt pretty reliably… she had a strap-on, but we never used it before…” and she trails off.

You nod. Before.

“I don’t know if she was planning to bring you in once you were old enough too, or if it was supposed to be a girls-only thing,” Tammy continues. “A couple of times, she said some stuff about Grandma Millie that made no sense, and then… about a week and a half after the funeral, it hit me: oh my god, she and Grandma Millie used to fuck.”

Your jaw drops.

“Wait, is that why you named me after her?!?” Molly says, startled.

“Total coincidence, swear to god,” Tammy assures her.

“Besides, the timeline on that wouldn’t work,” you point out. “If she only realized after the funeral, well… you were already named by then.”

“It bugs me that I don’t remember them at all,” Molly says. “I kind of remember the funeral, but aside from that, they’re just… people in pictures.”

“As for Dad,” Tammy says, “he never even said anything, much less tried anything, but… did that mean he didn’t know? Or was he waiting for something?”

You try to remember if there was ever anything that either of your parents did that could possibly have indicated that something like this was going on in the background, but it’s been over fourteen years since the accident.

“I… I dunno,” you say. Your head is spinning as you try to integrate this information into your memories of your parents. (A small part of you is thinking that you should be freaked out by the whole notion of sexualizing your mom, even though she was objectively a very attractive woman. A much larger part of you points out that you’re already totally okay with not just sexualizing, but actually having a threesome with, your sister and your niece, and also that your mother was apparently more than okay with being sexualized, so…)

The silence this time is more sad than awkward.

“Would you have fucked her? If you’d had the chance?” Tammy says wistfully.

“… what?”

“Mom. Would you have fucked her?”

“… in this scenario, is Dad still around?”

Tammy shrugs. “Let’s say no?”

“Uh, well… assuming she was a Top Prospect, and all her scores were maxed out?”

“I didn’t mean in a Multiplier context, but okay, sure.”

You close your eyes and introspect a little.

“Honestly,” you say after a few seconds, “if they hadn’t died, I’d be such a different person I really can’t say what I would’ve done.”

You open your eyes and glance at Tammy. “Totally fair,” she says, but she looks disappointed.

“… do you want me to say that, yes, I would have fucked her?”

She actually looks shy for a little bit, then nods.

“Okay then… sure, I would’ve fucked her. A lot. Uh, even without the Multiplier, I guess. The first time would’ve been… my 18th birthday present. She… comes into my bedroom, wearing just her glasses and earrings and a bow like on giftwrap, and says ‘Happy birthday, Jacob’, and then she starts by sucking me until I cum in her mouth, and then I, uh… then I fuck her tits, and… then I fuck her pussy, and she begs me to cum in her, and I do…”

Tammy has her eyes closed, and is nodding contentedly.

“And… that’s when you would’ve gotten involved, I guess… it’d be my first threesome, you and Mom would’ve given me a double blowjob, and… afterward, you would’ve gotten on top of me, riding me while I played with your nipples, and… I would’ve cum in you also, and… and then I would’ve fucked Mom again while she licked my cum out of you…”

Now Tammy and Molly are both masturbating.

“… and, I guess… well, we would’ve had to wait for Molly to grow up, obviously, and we couldn’t get Grandma Millie involved either because she was already gone by then…”

They abruptly stop masturbating.

Tammy grumbles, and opens her eyes. “Logistics ruin the fantasy,” she says.

“Sorry,” you tell her. “It’s the way my brain works.”

“I know, I know,” she says. “Mine too.”

“How about… you and Mom and Molly and Grandma Millie are all twenty-five in this?”

Tammy rolls her eyes. “Sure,” she says. “Also, we’re rich. And… we can fly.”

You snort.

She sighs. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I just… I miss them.”

“Me too,” you say, and hug her. She hugs you back.

The part of your brain that notices weird details points out that, at this moment, you do not have an erection.

Eventually, Molly clears her throat.

“Uh, can I say something really, really stupid?”

You and Tammy look at her. “Go ahead,” Tammy says.

“I’m really sorry that Grandma Carol is gone and you guys don’t get to fuck her,” she says. “But… but I’m here. Right now. Today. And I am horny out of my fucking mind.”

You’re not sure who laughs first – you, or Tammy – but it’s almost a minute before you can stop.

“Well, I –” you start to say once you can breathe again.

Emboldened, Molly goes on. “Also,” she says, “you know Grandma Carol would want this. You know she’d want you to fuck us. You know that, don’t you?”

You don’t actually know that, not 100% (the part of your brain that thinks of weird unlikely possibilities immediately seizes on “what if it was supposed to be girls-only like Tammy mentioned?”), but it’s plausible enough, and also unfalsifiable, and very clearly not worth fussing over, so you let it go.

“Okay!” you say. “You’re right. Let’s do this!”