Part 11: Max prepares to brings his house in order
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Chapter 31
"God dammit, " I groaned into the microphone that was connected to the computer.
I'm not a gamer
per se
, but I do like to dabble now and then - especially when I have nothing else to do. My girls - Rayna, Ella, and Azura - were out with Janice. Rayna and Ella were thrilled to spend time with the spunky shop owner, but Azura wanted to stay with her Pack Master. I wasn't opposed to that kind of suggestion at first, but I also wanted Azura to get used to interacting with the mortal world. After all, it was a world that she was going to live in for the foreseeable future. With a bit of coaxing from me and Rayna, we'd managed to get Azura dressed and out the door, but in the process, I'd promised her that if she did a good job then I would let her ask anything from me. Knowing her and her one-track hellhound mind, I could only think of one thing: mating.
That left with me with a few rare moments of relative solitude. Homework was light that week so I finished it in no time at all. Sophia was researching the sword for me, so I didn't have to worry about that. Rayna, just before she left, had told me that I still needed to work on my control over my mana. She'd suggested that I do something that would test my concentration. I got the clever idea to play video games - to really try my best to not suck at them - while having my soul sucked right out of my cock from my only slave remaining in the house: my mother. I did say
relative
solitude. I supposed that if I ever wanted to be truly alone again, I'd have to make a concerted effort, or get kidnapped.
At that moment I'd cursed into the microphone - again - I'd been getting gunned down by some guy with an OP submachine gun while my mother was desperately trying to suck another load from my cock; she'd fully internalized the idea that my white stuff landing on her tongue would trigger an earth-shattering climax for her. Normally I would be fine having such a hot MILF sucking down a load or two, but my goal was to win a game of
Warzone
- or at least place in the top ten - while trying not to cum. I'd developed a fair amount of self-discipline over the pat few weeks, but my mother was going hard - even harder than usual, because she was being punished.
Last night, she'd told me - and everyone else - why Liz had been acting like a total bitch to me over the past year. Apparently, Liz was in love with me. According to my mother, it had started as a simple love when we were children, but then when my mother had told us that we'd come from separate fathers, things had changed.
It had all started when we'd been doing a family tree assignment back when we were in middle school. When I'd asked Cyn about our father, she'd just broken down. When she'd finally gathered herself, she'd sat us down and dropped the bomb on both of us, not wanting one sibling to have to keep a secret from the other. Naturally we'd been upset, but after some time, I'd come to accept it - mainly because I'd never known my father in the first place. To me, all that mattered was that my mom was my mom, but apparently Liz had had a very different reaction. Mom had claimed that she hadn't noticed it at first; it had been something that had developed gradually, and Liz had done some work to keep it a secret. One day, though, when Mom had been cleaning Liz's room, she'd stumbled upon her diary, and just couldn't resist taking a peek. She'd discovered pages upon pages of fantasies, including wedding plans.
At first, according to her, she'd found it quite touching that Liz had such strong feelings for me, but that had soon been replaced by worry. She'd worried especially for how the world would perceive Liz if it were to discover her feelings for her half-sibling, or if she'd mustered up the courage to act on them; she knew girls had it worse when it came to stuff like that. My mother had made the call to confront Liz, confessing to the breach of trust in the hopes of heading off something even worse. Liz had been furious and had lashed out, but after several hours of coaxing, cajoling, and soothing, , my sister had finally agreed to not pursue her feelings for me. That had all happened back in her freshman year of high school - exactly around the time when our relationship had taken a turn for the worse. I'd never had a clue. I supposed Mom and Liz were very, very good at keeping secrets.
As for why Liz started acting so bitchy towards all the time, Rayna had stepped in to offer her take. According to her, the reason why Liz had started acting so horribly was because I hadn't been picking up the signs she'd been throwing out at me. At first, I'd been quite confused by that theory, but then Rayna had pointed out the ridiculously slutty clothes Liz always wore around me, and all the times she'd pranced around and told me everything about some guy she was with. She'd been trying to make me jealous.
I'd told Rayna that all of that didn't make any sense; if that had been the case, I'd asked, why hadn't Liz just come out and said something to me? If my succubus' theory were correct, I'd have expected Liz to get tired of me being oblivious at some point. Rayna had shaken her head sadly, and had slowly explained to me - like a child - that obliviousness, genuine lack of interest, and even outright malice get all mixed up inside women's heads when they're obsessed with someone romantically or sexually. Most human women, she'd added, weren't raised to accept the risks of actively pursuing romantic partners. Liz had been walking the tightrope, dancing on the line, waiting for me -
needing
me - to be the one to do something overt. Likely, Rayna had said, the risk of rejection would have utterly destroyed my half-sister, especially since the situation was so uniquely fraught. After all, we were related by blood and living under the same roof.
I'd sighed, noting that Liz had picked quite possibly the worst person to try to give subtle hints to, even setting aside that she'd covered them up with all of that bitchiness. On that, Rayna and Ella had both readily agreed. The fact that I'd had to become a sex demon, and a succubus' student in all matters sexual and romantic, before making a move on Ella was testament enough to that.
The previous night's revelations and discussions had certainly caught me off guard, but in the end, I'd decided that there wasn't much to do besides continue on with my plan. Liz would become one of my slaves, but she'd have to work for it a little. The pity and sympathy I felt for her about all those missed signals was counterbalanced by my frustration with the stupid games she'd been playing. At least, back when I'd been a schlubby virgin, I hadn't actively gone out of my way to give people I might've been interested in a hard time.
That left my mother, and the big secret she'd been keeping for so many years. Of course I was upset that she'd withheld the information, but I also understood why she'd done it. I also understood why she'd changed her mind. 'Normal' was off the table for me, but that presented all sorts of opportunities for people in my orbit. Cyn was living proof that sex slavery just plain suited some people, and Rayna and Azura were living proof that the human world was only one tiny piece of a larger conversation about how people could live their best lives. Mom had quickly realized that Liz might be the beneficiary of just such an opportunity. She'd still felt guilty, though - partly about keeping secrets, and partly because of the lingering concerns over social stigma. It had been palpable through our new bond.
"Master, I think Cyn here needs to be punished for her little deception," Rayna had purred, like she'd had a plan in mind. I'd been about to protest, but the look that she'd given had reassured me of her confidence. What she'd said next had made my mother's face turn ghostly white.
"No more fucking."
As soon as she'd said those words, my mother's face had instantly betrayed her shock and fear. Rayna hadn't been entirely unsympathetic, though, and had hastened to clarify a few things. The punishment wouldn't be permanent - perhaps just a day. Further, Cyn would be allowed to experience sexual pleasure, just so long as my cock didn't go anywhere near her sloppy, wet pussy, her or tight asshole. As a callback to how I'd broken her originally, her mouth would be available, as would any of my other slaves who were willing to give her some relief. As a final twist, Rayna had recommended that I temporarily make her the bottom slave until her punishment was concluded. That way she wouldn't be able to just monopolize Azura to help it go by more easily.
With everyone else out of the house, my hot load of cum was Mom's only hope of sexual salvation - hence her trying her best to get me to nut, while I was doing my best not to.
"So, you're planning on making your sister into your slave? Is that it?" my mother asked while smacking her lips after she'd caused me to die and cum at the same time. There was a look of satisfaction in her eyes, but through the bond I could tell that it hadn't been nearly enough for her. What she wanted most was to have my big cock stretching her to the absolute brink.
"Yup. I mean, I made my mother into one, why not my sister as well?" I shot a grin at her.
"Umm hmm," my mother hummed in satisfaction, but then her face then turned pensive. "What if she isn't into... you know. That kind of stuff."
"Which part? The incest part, or are you talking about being with another woman?"
"Well..."
"Don't worry, I can assure you that she will not have a problem with anything - especially that last part."
"And how would you know that?" she asked with an inquisitive look in her eyes.
