OK, disclaimers: (One more time from the top, with feeling.)
First, like so many Literotica contributors, I'm sorry this took so long. I'm submitting chapters 3 and 4 simultaneously and together they're over 23K words. I'm a newbie writer, so it's a slow and sometimes frustrating process.
This is the third installment in a multipart incest-harem serial. I have always enjoyed reading Literotica stories, but didn't know how much I would enjoy writing them until now.
This series is my first attempt at writing fiction. The comments, encouragements, and criticisms I've received so far are overwhelming and much appreciated. Thank you, it is all very helpful.
So, any feedback is appreciated. Feel free to encourage, discourage, or offer editorial and future plot suggestions, or simply let me know if you do or don't like it.
I think my writing is improving as I write each chapter, but I'll let you be the judge.
Every character in these stories that has sex or is treated sexually is over eighteen years old.
If you are not over eighteen, go away. You should not be reading this stuff.
This is a work of fiction and as such has nothing to do with any real persons living or dead. This series of stories contains themes that may be offensive to some people, so be warned that it contains: graphic language and sexual content, incest, bisexuality, group sex, light domination and submission, and who knows what else by the time we're finished. etc. etc. etc.
I hope you enjoy yourself and thank you for reading.
Chapter 3
If I had any lingering misgivings, Jeannie sucked them out through the head of my cock, along with a giant load of cum. She convinced me that a dominant incestuous relationship with my little sister is exactly what I need. Her oral persuasion technique was very effective.
She left me satisfied, spent, and willing to go along with any unholy plan she might come up with. But after her closing argument, I needed to recharge.
So, I dozed off and drifted into a sweet dream...
In my dream we're dressed in costumes. Jeannie is Scheherazade, and I'm a young Arab prince. We're relaxing, just the two of us, in the cool shade of a desert oasis. Birds are softly singing and there's a fragrant breeze that smells of flowers and sandalwood. She's massaging me with exotic perfumed oils, feeding me sweet dates, and telling me stories of harem girls and hedonistic pleasures. I am totally at peace.
There's a strange call from off in the distance and it's disturbing my reverie. It sounds like a baboon mimicking a steam whistle...
I hear it again, "Whoop...whoop...whoop!" This time the sound wakes me up, and the dream is lost.
I'm brought back to reality. But, I have a brand new reality. A reality where Jeannie is my lover, and it's better than any dream.
I wonder who's yelling, and why. Is it coming from the house? Or, maybe somewhere down the beach? I can't tell, so I roll over to ask Jeannie.
She's calmly stretched out on a lounge chair, browsing a magazine, and looking unfazed.
"Sounds like Taylor's here," Jeannie answers before I can ask. "That's her mating call."
"Her mating call, really? What's she need that for? She's a walking-talking-breathing mating call."
"She'll be glad to hear that you think so, lover boy," Jeannie says with a wink.
I wonder if she's teasing me, or if maybe she sounds a little jealous. It's hard to tell.
"I hope you don't tell her I said that," I tell her, not wanting to be embarrassed in front of her sexy friend.
Jeannie answers playfully, "I don't usually keep secrets from her. We share everything."
"You're not planning to tell her about us, are you?" I ask with a little more concern in my voice.
"What do you mean, us?" she teasingly plays dumb.
"You know. Us. Meaning you, me, and our little secret."
"Oh, us...," she says with a coy smile. "Maybe I'll tell her, and maybe I won't. And wouldn't you like to know?" She adds with a playful lilt in her voice.
Now I know I'm being teased. At least I think I am.
"Remember, we can't let our secret get out," I say. "If people knew that we're fucking each other, well who knows what could happen."
"Don't worry so much, baby," Jeannie says as she sits up and moves closer. "Now listen up, before they get down here.
"I've planned today's outing to help you and the girls get to know each other. I've already told them a ton about you, but they haven't really met you. And, you don't know them at all."
"They're your closest friends, and that's good enough for me," I say.
"I know baby, but it's important to me that you all become close friends," she says. "So, today is about breaking the ice.
"They've been planning and preparing for this, so you better get ready."
"They're 'preparing'? Get ready? What's that supposed to mean? Aren't we just hanging out at the beach today?" I say, suddenly feeling anxious.
Jeannie smiles and puts a reassuring hand on my leg.
"Take it easy," she says. "They're my best friends. We really do all love and trust each other, and we love to have fun together. You'll end up loving them too, I just know it."
"OK," I say. "What do they have planned?"
"We've been the 'inseparable four' since ninth grade," Jeannie explains. "And we're all excited about adding you to our little circle. But first they want to have some fun and find out if you're all that I've cracked you up to be. So, expect to be tested."
"Tested? If I knew there was going to be a test I would've studied," I say, and we both laugh.
"Consider it a friendly hazing before you get to join our extremely exclusive club," she says. "But, don't worry, it's just a game. You'll see, it's going to be fun."
I wonder about her definition of fun as she continues:
"You'll be up against three crafty and alluring women doing their provocative best to keep you off balance and maybe make you blush, so stay cool and don't let 'em. I know you're gonna do great."
We hear the girls as they stop to chat with the men who are setting up for our picnic.
Jeannie lowers her voice and quickly goes on, "They're going to tease you, and try to embarrass or maybe even shock you. And, there will be flirting. There will be lots and lots of flirting. And touching, there will definitely be touching. And don't think it's all an act. These chicks would love a chance to fuck my tall, muscly, stud of a brother, and I wouldn't blame them."
Surprised by all of this, I say, "You're kidding me, right? This is crazy."
"We do get a little crazy sometimes, but in a good way," she says. "Remember, don't let 'em see you sweat, and anything they dish out you give right back to them, and more. Oh, and brother, don't be surprised when I get in on the action too. I can't wait to make my secret lover blush in front of me sexy girlfriends."