"Oliver, House Henderson needs an heir else the millions that we make and use will end with us and then quite likely in the hands of unscrupulous government tax collectors or greedy competitors that will produce some claim to our estates. You cannot father children upon them! You, and I don't think you quite understand, need to find a wife and a mother for your children. How the girls will cope with that could cause you many problems in the future. Somehow, Ollie, you must let them go."
I pondered his words for many days and nights after he left me having finally succeeded in defeating me on the board for the first time in months, much to his delight and I shared his laughter with him. I told him I would have a solution for him shortly and he shook my hand before bidding me goodnight.
It was what I wanted to discuss with our little group as we gathered in my dining room. Jessica and Ralph, were no longer with me. Oh their bodies were animated and they carried out the required roles that a manservant and his companion, Jessica was no longer my Nanny, but a private secretary that no longer needed my physical love.
When they had merged and separated in that strange mist that I had found myself in after cementing the bond with my last sister I was visited by Emily. She told me that now that I had captured the souls and hearts of my siblings I would understand the next step. To be honest I did not have a clue but when she told me that it was her turn now to leave and complete her part of this strange mission I found myself on, I wept. No longer was she in my mind and no longer did I see her in the husks of Jessica and Ralph as they carried on.
My three sisters loved me with a passion that I could not describe properly. After Merri-Lea had broken down and all the hurtful, spiteful and sometimes hateful sins of the past had been cleansed between us I had taken her back to her rooms. I had left her sleeping after I had cleansed her in the shower and held her tightly as she sobbed on her bed with me in her arms.
In the months that followed we had been inseparable. Oliver Henderson and his three gorgeous sisters had appeared at plays, restaurants, movies and generally seen around town. There was no scandal attached to our outings as I always ensured that father and / or mother often accompanied us or several handsome young men doted on the girls every whim. The fact that some of those men did not truly exist but were figments that I conjured to simply be seen by curious spectators was no obstacle to our appearing as a happy family group. There were enough times that the men were real but their interaction with my sisters was purely a subterfuge to keep gossips busy and the truth that either one or more of them would be sharing my bed when we returned to the motel or the manor.
Taking Kirsty and Merri-Lea to bed at the same time had been an eye-opener for all of us. Kirsty had, at first, been so hot to have my cock in her tight little cunt that she had not noticed Merri-Lee stripping off her evening gown and sliding her sensuous body alongside us after we had returned from a belated birthday celebration I had organised for the two of them. As Kirsty loudly praised the deep fucking I was giving to her for her birthday present she suddenly gasped in shock as Merri-Lea's delicious pussy was suddenly in her face.
"Please, Kirsty, you are full of his cock and I," she groaned to a stop as I slid my tongue sensuously between the cheeks of her delectable bottom and flicked her anus.
Kirsty's tongue flashed out and I heard Merri-Lea gasp as it made contact with her trembling clit. I slowed my screwing into her clasping pussy as the pair of us began to work Merri-Lea's pussy and arse. Her squirming and gasping between us turned Kirsty on even more.
"On your back, bitch!" she squealed into her twin's box. "You," she pointed at me even as she hurried Merri-Lea into position and I backed up to give them both room, "up here!" she demanded as she pointed her sweet arse back at me and spread her buns. "Fuck me hard while I eat this slut's cunt!"
Merri-Lea bucked, screamed and squirted as her sister ate her cunt, her arse and at times pushed three and four fingers into her suddenly submissive twin's holes. All the while I was deeply fucking her arsehole and she was demanding that I fuck her hard and make her squirt. She was a constantly moving and when she suddenly slammed her twat down on Merri-Lea's face and screamed at her to drink her cunt juice I was amazed at how well she had manipulated us all!
I almost spoilt the moment by laughing wickedly as Merri-Lea almost drowned in the copious amount of juices that poured from Kirsty as I rode her arse deep and ensured her cunt smothered her sister's face.
Merri-Lea recovered quickly and with a surprising strength she rolled from beneath her sister and forced me and Kirsty backwards until Kirsty fell with a deep scream harder on my super stiff cock forcing it deeper into her rectum. "My turn, bitch!" Merri-Lea yelled in triumph as she pressed both of us back until Kirsty's legs were split wide apart. Merri-Lea punched her little fist up Kirsty's cunt! "Cum for me, you little whore!"
Kirsty screamed even more as I watched her hips buck as Merri-Lea fucked her fist into the wet hole until her dainty wrist was enclosed by Kirsty's fat but now stretched cunt flaps. "Don't hurt me, Mer!" Kirsty sobbed a little even as she groaned she was cumming.
"Never, baby. I love you, always loved you, sister," Merri-Lea purred as she dipped her head and captured one of Kirsty's hard nipples into her mouth and sucked hard.
"Oh God, Mer!" Kirsty sobbed as I felt her gut clench as she came again.
It was a night of pleasure and passion. My twin sisters wrung my balls dry as I humped their hot cunts, wonderfully mobile arses and sprayed my juices over their faces, tits and in between their ruby red lips. By the time we headed for home I was in no doubt that Kirsty and Merri-Lea knew as much about each other's body sexually as I did theirs. If nothing else the sisters were much closer than I had ever believed.
There were many times after this first celebration that I found their gleaming eyes waiting for me in my bed, my workshop and many, many times in the secret chambers beneath the manor grounds. Their inexhaustible capacity to act out fantasies involving three bodies often left me smiling, tired and my spirit somewhat cleansed and fresh after their heroic antics showing off their supple bodies and expertise at getting each other off as well as draining my balls and encouraging me to rise again and again to satisfy their need for deep hard fucking. They were times that my deep longing and missing of Emily was suppressed. I thanked them often for their care of me but it seemed that they were intent more on ensuring that I was with them rather than the one I was missing badly.
Veronica was different. Once we had consummated our love she became somehow softer, more beautiful and sexier. Her lovemaking was as wild as it had been that first night but now her demands for me became tempered by her understanding that her twin sisters were much more needful of physical reassurance of my love than she. Her lying with me in my room and almost lazily allowing our bodies to come together until a fire burned so deeply in our souls and the connection between our bodies was alight with an intense heat that both of us could feel. At times I expected to find my bedroom burning as my orgasm and hers clashed not just in the exchange of fluids but in the grunted words of lust and love we roared and whispered to each other as we rolled in our wet and messed up sheets.
Her body was, as she had implied, flexible and I knew that she worked hard at remaining limber and in peak physical condition. She enjoyed sex in positions that I do not think the Karma Sutra or similar publications had thought of. Her long leg lifted and her ankle resting comfortably against the back of my neck as she showed that her underwear was elsewhere as I plunged deep into her almost horizontally split box as she had taken me against a garden wall in broad daylight testament to her flexibility. I had sometimes even been used as some sort of workout mat with a special attachment when I encountered her in my gym as she did splits across my body and flexed her incredibly strong thighs to fuck me as I simply lay prone and in awe of her prowess. My parallel bars had never been so useful as her lithe body gyrated and hung down for her to use her hot mouth and wickedly sensual arse to ensure that I understood that even though she was not as demanding as the twins her body was her outlet to expressing her deep love for me.
The past 18 months almost two years had been wonderful and at the same time tumultuous. Arguments had broken out between me, my parents and my sisters over their willingness or otherwise to be paired off with eligible bachelors. My mother had even suggested certain young women that she knew tended the feminine rather than the masculine. My sisters simply giggled at the presentation of these rather dubious gendered women that sometimes were as butch as any man when they presented themselves to the manor in jeans, shirts or, on several occasions, suits.
The battles that ranged up and downstairs as my sisters fled my mother and the embarrassed man (or woman) whom I took upon myself to assure that my sisters' description were not as unkind as they may have heard. I described their words as more to torment my parents than themselves. Many a suitor took offence however and declared that the Henderson women were simply bitches as they sped off in sleek motor vehicles that they thought would impress the lovely maiden in her castle.
If the battles for my sisters' hands were dramatic then mine were closer to world wars than any other encounter. Mother paraded a string of nubile, giggly women before my eyes that, I suppose, a normal male would have perhaps given their left testicle to bed. Not only did none of them appeal to my personal taste as they simpered, giggled and talked on inanely about topics that bore little reference to either life in a manor or the life of any thinking person in general everyday life. They were the airheads that came from other houses similar to ours or had aspirations of rebuilding failing estates with Henderson money.
