My apologies, disclaimer time; I regret capitulating to the legal convention. This story is fictional; any correlation to actual people, alive or deceased, is luck. No animals experienced pain in the writing of this work. Point of fact, there are no animals included in the text. All characters are at least eighteen years old. Places and people are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything in real life. Also, this story is the first installment of a fantasy series and may not hold up to factual scrutiny. Could a professional in a small town risk her reputation, as told in this story? No, not in real life, so please be kind to that fact. Other facts are fantastic, so allow me to suspend reality for your enjoyment. The narrator is neutral, and the moral evaluation adjectives belong to the characters. Please take no offense; it would be less fun if they did not have a moral reticence to some of their behavior. Niles, the protagonist, learns his value and his true nature. Unfortunately, it often takes life changes to spur growth. Niles' upside-down Harem tale happened like this.
After the complimentary continental breakfast, Niles left the hotel early that Saturday morning, thankful his days-long journey was ending. He had spent days driving and was sick of being in his expensive German sedan; going through the flat plain states bored him, but he looked forward to exploring his new home. As usual, he was on time as he turned up his new home's long ice-cracked driveway. A national carrier moving van backed up to Niles Haffcock's newly purchased Georgian-style home that humid spring morning. Niles's new home nestled into the mountains in the Appalachian-edged midwestern state where Niles procured the house. The state was a dichotomy; on one side were vast open plains, and on the other were rugged wooded mountains. Niles loved the country and was happy to finally leave the hectic, fast-paced city where he had lived for his job. As the movers placed the chock blocks behind the wheels and deployed the loading ramp, he opened the black import car door. Birds chirped from the adjacent wooded property, and the warm spring sun shone brightly. Niles could smell the fresh scent of the southern pines as he walked to the trailer carrying a potted aloe vera house plant from the car he self-shipped across the country. Mike, the slightly chubby line driver/lead man, said, "Just tell us where you want things placed, and we'll take care of it."
Niles replied, "Sure, I'll do that." Then he walked up the porch, unlocking the large antique front door and blocking the door open with the plant pot.
Niles was a newly retired Big Tech executive. A victim of forced retirement necessitated by the recent financial fiasco due to the Covid response's unanticipated consequences. Downsizing was inevitable, and Niles was not surprised; luckily, he received a very lucrative severance package, plus Niles retained some corporation stock. He was set for life at thirty-nine if he managed his money correctly. He could hardly live as to his standards in Silicon Valley, but his old house sale and severance would do nicely in this inexpensive real estate market. Niles looked very young for his age, luckily having a baby face. The blue realtor sign still stood with its sold plaque under it at the head of the 150-foot faded grey heat-wave emitting asphalt driveway. The new house was large, and the property was 8 acres. Niles had grown up in the Central Valley of California under the proper tutelage of his English-born mother and was quite conservative. His parents had met in a church in England where his father had served in the Air Force. After fulfilling his national service, his father returned to California to help Niles' grandfather at the large, lucrative almond orchard. Young Niles hated the slow pace of the orchard and dreamed of bigger things, leaving to attend the University of the Pacific. He had majored in computer science with a minor in business. An older and wiser Niles now longed for a slower-paced life. Niles did not indulge in many vices, including drugs and porn. Niles did, however, have alcohol occasionally, but never to excess. He was stunningly boring, having grown up in libertine California.
Three hours later, at 11:30 am. the part of the truck filled with his belongings was empty, and the crew set up all the furniture and the beds. Niles signed the invoice pages and tipped the sweaty four-person team.
"Here is another twenty for beer. You all did an excellent job," Niles feeling happy, handed the added twenty to Mike.
Every room of the five-bedroom home had a pile of boxes, and Niles wished Stephanie had come with him instead of breaking up with him to remain in Sunnyvale. He had only bought such a large home because he thought Stephanie would enjoy decorating it. "Long distance relationships don't work," she had stated. Stephanie, his "Coder" girlfriend for several years, was nerdy yet cute. He did not know quite how to feel about things ending with her. He grew accustomed to being with her yet truly did not feel as infatuated as he once was. Niles knew Stephanie was right about the split but could not help but feel cast away like a worn shoe. Making things worse, Stephanie had been the one to initiate their relationship, and Niles was uncertain he would find another, as he was ever so shy when not at work. Niles was tall and in great shape for a tech geek, as he was also an avid tennis player and golfer. Many people considered him handsome. His thin face had only the slightest crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
Niles closed the front door and sat on the couch. He sighed, looking at the massive work left to set up his new place. Niles could not believe the twenty thousand pounds of stuff on the moving invoice. How had he gathered so much stuff?
Just then, the doorbell rang. Niles opened the front door. Two lovely late twenties or early thirties female identical twins dressed in jean shorts and halter tops; stood on the porch, each holding a gift. One held a plate of chocolate drop cookies, and the other had a bottle of peach wine. The twins were athletic, with two pairs of lengthy, tan legs and a generous bust. Each wore their silky brown hair in a ponytail held by matching royal blue scrunchies.
"Hello, how do you do," Niles said, at once subconscious about how daft his words must sound. Niles was far from confident around beautiful women.
"We came to welcome you to the neighborhood," the twins said in unison.
The twins were attractive, and Niles found their sexy, lithe bodies, dark brown hair, and soul-snaring green eyes transfixing. The twin's otherworldly eyes drew him in, and Niles stood silently like a deer in headlights for what seemed far too long. Maybe it was just seconds, but it seemed longer. "Surely they must find me daft," Niles thought.
"Thank you," Niles said, his mind snapping out of the mesmerization, his voice reflecting his uncertainty.
"My name is Agatha Taft, but folks call me Aggie, and this is Tabitha," Aggie said.
"Most folks call me Tabby," Tabitha said.
"My name is Niles," Niles stated.
"Nice to meet you," the twins said in sync again.
Agatha looked by Niles, noticing the massive number of boxes in the living room.
"Looks like you could use our help; this place is a wreck; so many boxes," Agatha said
"I sure could, I wish I would have sold more of these things, but there was no time," Niles said.
"We will help you sort things out," Tabitha said as she playfully yet firmly swatted Niles behind through his straight-legged black Levi's.
Niles was not expecting the touch, and it was as if he had been shocked. He was suddenly lightheaded and quite flustered by her unexpected intimacy. Not to be outdone, Aggie squeezed his butt from the other side. Niles sighed as he felt his male appendage begin to stir.
"Oh no," Niles thought, "please don't embarrass me, my faithful friend." Niles was embarrassed about his member, as it was pretty huge. Ever since he had discovered his unusual endowment in middle school gym class, he was reluctant to reveal it to others. If it gets hard, he fears ridicule. It may be an imagined response, but it was debilitating and confirmed to him. Niles's face blushed, and the twins looked at each other knowingly. His fear about his size and hybrid UK/American vocabulary caused Niles to be awkward and introverted.
"You are the bashful one, aren't you," Tabby said.
"Nice Butt, though," Aggie said as she rubbed his bottom again. Tabitha grasped his other Butt cheek.
"Sure, is taught," Tabby said. Happy Niles was single as the region had a definite man shortage. Women vastly outnumbered men in this area of the state.
Niles became even more embarrassed, and his stiffening cock added to his anxiety.
"We better start unpacking. If you are willing to help," Niles said.
"Of course, we will, sweet cheeks," Tabby said teasingly.
"Let's start in the kitchen," Aggie said.
"Okay," Niles said.
The two twins took over, unpacking dish boxes and putting them next to the sink. Aggie washed, Tabby dried, and Niles put the dishes away where the twins suggested. Every once in a while, the girls would grope Niles behind; this kept Niles' cock painfully erect. One hour later, they stored the small appliances and cookware and put the little canned and dry food Niles owned into the large pantry. They finished the kitchen.
"Nice sized bulge you got going there," Tabitha said, lightly rubbing the front of Niles' tight jeans. Niles' face turned color once more.
