Malpractice – Chapter 6: Foundations of a Harem

“The harpies, yes! You drew them so well!”

“Haha. Well, thank you.”

At this our conversation stopped, and we spent a few minutes simply looking each other in the eyes. Rose was as gorgeous as last I saw her. Her pale, round face. Her cute, pink lips. Her eyes that hinted of a faint Asian heritage from somewhere in her family. Her short dark brown hair made her look kind of boyish, but somehow this only made her exceedingly pretty features even more endearing. Only now we noticed that our hands had been moving across the table, our fingers just about to touch.

“Uhm…” I mumbled. “Didn’t you say that you were… you know?”

“Gay?” she said, just barely able to hold down a small chuckle.

“Well, yeah.”

“Yeah, see that’s the thing that’s been messed up this past week.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“I guess. I mean, you’re kind of-”

“What?” I asked, wondering what rationalization her mind had come up with after my last suggestion.

“Okay. Let’s just say, my whole life I’ve never been interested in boys. I’ve always been more comfortable around girls and have always found them more attractive. And yet, since the day we met I’ve been thinking of you more and more. I recognize this feeling, I’ve just never had it for a man, and it’s turning everything upside down for me.”

“So what you’re saying is-”

“I like you, Matt. And I would like it very much if we started seeing each other. There, I said it.” she leaned back and sighed, like after a long day at work right after you throw yourself unto the couch.

“Well,” I said in return. “I would like that. Because I really like you too.”

She smiled, and I leaned closer. Perhaps not a smart move, because then she hesitated and reclined. This wasn’t a problem, of course. I had a failsafe for things like this now.

Kiss me, I sent into her

She leaned closer too, and first our fingers touched. Then or lips did the same.

…

The smile that had bloomed on Rose’s face when we had finished our kiss was the stuff of dreams, and I realized on the train ride home that I might actually be happy to pursue an actual relationship with her on the side of my little harem. Now, however, I was back home, just enjoying a calm dinner with my mom and sisters. We chatted, ate, and had a good time. When the plates were almost empty Hannah shocked me when she downed a glass of water and spoke.

“Mom, mind if I suck Matt’s cock here in the kitchen?”

“Not at all, dear. Just don’t spoil the rest of your appetite.”

“I won’t. Thanks.” she said and turned to me seductively.

She went down under the table and undid my pants as Mom went on as usual. Jordan and I shared a brief look of astonishment. Neither one of us had expected Hannah to take advantage of the situation like this. Hell, I should have thought of it.

Letting my dick out of my pants and carefully stroking it, Hannah started licking it and making noises of utmost pleasure. Judging from the sounds she was making, she was enjoying the taste of my penis far more than the food.

Jordan and Mom kept chatting away while Hannah was blowing me, her head moving back and forth like a piston, devouring the whole length of my dick with no effort at all. I could feel her tongue swirl around my shaft as I grabbed her head under the table and took control of her movements. Mom had to raise her voice a bit to be heard over the sound of Hannah’s gagging, but other than that she didn’t act any differently than any other night.

I finally gave Hannah some rest, pulling her cute little head away from my throbbing cock.

“Amazing…” she said distantly.

“Hey Mom?”

“Yes, Matt?”

“Mind if Hannah and I do it for a little bit?”

“Not at all.”

“Perfect. Thanks.”

Jordan gave me a look of disbelief when I lifted Hannah and put her on the table, shoving my dick deep in her pussy.

“Oh yes! Yes, that’s so good. My big brother’s cock is the fucking best!”

“Hannah! Watch your language.”

“Sorry Mom.”

The sheer absurdity of the situation had me going, and I didn’t waste it a bit. I thrust my dick into my little sister with all the power my hips could muster. Mom and Jordan could barely speak over Hannah’s panting and my own murmuring grunts, so instead they both just watched the show in awe. I tilted my head down to give Hannah a passionate kiss, and noticed that Jordan’s hand was down her pants, rubbing and rubbing. I felt a surge building up in my urethra. I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Jordan,” I said. “Help Hannah out, would you?”

“Sure thing, Matt.”

I sat down in my chair, both Hannah and Jordan obsessively licking my shaft. Much to our mother’s interest, my youngest sister started sucking my balls as Jordan swallowed my entire cock with a look of ecstasy painted on her face. Suddenly I had an idea. A terrible one, most likely, but lately I’d learn not to worry to much about consequences. Furthermore, a man’s judgment is never as skewed as when his dick is getting sucked.

“Mom,” I said, sending my thoughts into her. “Would you kindly come and help us out here?”

“Why, sure, honey.” she said as if I’d asked for help with the dishes.

She got up from her chair and went down on her knees in front of me, opening her mouth like I wanted to. I didn’t need to tell her anything. Everything was streaming from my mind into hers like a rushing torrent. At the time I didn’t give it much thought, but the fact that my power was becoming less and less manual and more shorthand would eventually lead to trouble. Right now, however, the only thing in my mind was the amazement of seeing my two sisters jerking my cock until it splashed a stream of cum unto my mom’s face.

A moment’s pause ensued where I simply observed how droplets of sperm dripped from my mother’s chin down unto her still very ripe breasts, her cleavage surprisingly visible in her tight cotton sweater. Hannah and Jordan were dutyfully cleaning my dick as mom was scraping my cum of her cleavage with her fingers, sucking them while making satisfied noises.

“Why, Matt.” she said. “Your seed is really quite delicious.”

My cock sprung into a salute, and I felt an unbeatable urge to violate my mother right there. It was depraved, sure, even more so than fucking my sister as I had done. But I didn’t care. I could get away with it. Would get away with it. Hell, I would get away with most anything I tried.

“I think we can do with some changes in this household.” I said, almost a bit absent-mindedly.

My sisters and my mom just smiled and nodded their heads, and I felt ready for another round.