The Rainbow Collar Ch 06

Zach:

Getting home, I was excited to cook dinner with Claire, knowing that we would have more groceries to work with. Walking into the house I noticed it was quieter than it had been the last few days. Looking all around the downstairs, I couldn't find Claire. A spark of panic ignited in my chest, worried that something may have happened to her. I checked her room, she wasn't there. Nor was she in the restroom. I got to my room last, glancing around I still didn't find her. I had almost left my room when I heard sniffling. I looked back in my room listening for the source of the noise. Moving towards my closet I opened it to find Claire sitting in fetal position, wearing one of my t-shirts. Her face was hidden under the collar of my shirt, but it was pretty clear that she had been in here a while, considering how wet the shirt was with her tears.

I sat down next to her and gently rubbed her back. After a few minutes she quieted down, eventually peeking her eyes out from my shirt in a cute way.

"I'm sorry for worrying you." She said, sniffling one more time before pulling her head out of the shirt.

"What happened Claire?" I asked her.

"My friends ambushed me by waiting out front of the house when I got home from the store," her voice cracked a bit at the mention of her friends, "Lara yelled at me because I stopped talking to them. But that wasn't even the worst part." Tears started rolling down her cheeks again.

"What was the worst part? It's ok Claire, you can tell me."

"I'm afraid if I tell you you're going to hate m-me." Her voice caught, filling with emotion.

"Claire, I love you, and whatever it is, we will work through it. So please tell me so I can help you. Have you already forgotten that I have my degree in psychology, so you know I'm a good listener." I gave her a smile. She weakly smiled back before taking a deep breath.

"When you went off to college, I felt alone. I aimed to be in the popular kids group so that I could have all the friends I could ever want. At first Lara, Stephanie, and Amanda came off as vapid, or shallow, but as time went on I had realized that they were truly my friends. They cared about me, and they would help me out when I needed it.

"A lot of those times were when I needed to vent. I was angry at the time, a teenage girl with daddy issues, and the only man she had ever looked up to moved out of state for a 6 year degree." Her words cut me deep, I felt ashamed that I never realized that I did this to her. I was so absorbed with trying to make the future better for my family that I stopped trying to improve the present.

"So, I told them about you, and I mostly said things in a negative light due to how I was feeling at the time, and they told me what I wanted to hear."

"Which further enforced your negative view of me, a feedback loop." I interjected softly.

"Yeah, they told me things to make me feel better because we were all just teenage girls. The same thing happened with Mom. She worked so much, that I hardly saw her. Over time my friends had convinced me as well that she probably just didn't care about me.

"So, I started hanging out with them as much as possible, and I never got more than a few words from mom about it, which further made me feel that she didn't care."

"You don't think your friends were doing this intentionally?" I asked.

"No, I don't, Lara can be a drama queen rich bitch, but under all that she deeply cares about her friends and wants to take care of us. Stephanie is a little odd and airheaded, but when it's just her and I, she is such a sweet, caring person. Then there is Amanda, who would never allow anyone to give me shit, she was like my bodyguard, I felt safe with her.

"This collar had my emotions 180 so fast that I just dropped contact with them, assuming they were the whole problem, but I was wrong."

In the pause of her talking I considered what she was telling me. I saw her friends as pure toxic manipulators, and that feeling rubbed off on Claire due to our connection through the ring and collar. But I felt ashamed for judging her friends before I even knew them. I needed to help Claire out, to fix this.

"How about this," I said, rubbing her back again, "this weekend, would you like to invite them over? I would like to get to know them, if they are important to you then I will make the effort to understand." Her eyes filled with tears, but this time they weren't from sadness, she seemed happy that I was willing to do this for her, instead of rejecting that whole side of her life that I had never considered before. She nodded her head and smiled at me, agreeing to contact her friends and ask them to come over on Saturday.

"Alright let's get you cleaned up. Why are you wearing my shirt by the way?" I ask her.

"Oh, it just felt nice to have your smell covering me, it was the only thing that brought me comfort." She told me, I chuckled and picked her up in a bear hug. She wrapped her legs around my torso as we made our way to the bathroom for a little fun time in the shower.

~*~

The remainder of the week went by in what was becoming my new normal. Wake up and maybe have sex with Claire. See Mom get flustered when we were alone together. At work Nora would pounce on me at lunch time, demanding I 'fuck her like an animal', she must really like Nine Inch Nails. Dr. Cruz more or less treated me the same, but there were times when it look like she was zoned out, looking at her computer.

I would come home, fuck Claire again, then we would get started on dinner. Mom seemed less flustered during this time, eating dinner with us, but I would catch looks from her from time to time. Claire's friends agreed to come over on Saturday - which worked out since mom was still going to work during the weekend - I couldn't wait to get a good read on them. I also wanted to see if they were hot, but I wasn't gonna tell Claire that.

It wasn't until Friday evening when I was getting ready to leave work when Dr. Cruz asked if I could talk with her in her office.

"Hey, you wanted to talk to me Doctor?" I asked, poking my head into her office.

"Uh, yes Zach, please have a seat, and call me Carmen if you would." She said, her back to me as she looked out her window. I was sensing something odd now, the fact that she was allowing me to use her first name immediately set off alarms in my head.

"Zach, I wanted to give you a sort of review of your first week. Things you could improve on and whatnot," she said, as she walked to her desk and sat down on the edge of desk next to me, "I've been studying you all week, and I've got to say I am impressed with what I'm seeing." Her eyes darted up and down my body, before I knew it I could feel the blood rushing to my cock.

"Um... thanks doc... I mean, Carmen." She gave me a sweet smile when I said her name, which made my heart rate spike at how effortlessly sexy she was.

She scooted closer to me so that her legs were almost touching mine. She leaned forward, giving me a salacious view of her miles long cleavage.

"I was thinking, starting next week, I would like to show you the more advanced techniques that the more difficult male patients need me to do to them." She said with a sexy rasp. I was trying desperately to conceal my erection by crossing my legs. Carmen looked down towards my crotch then back up to meet my eyes, she smiled, knowing my naughty secret.

"I'll see you on Monday Zach," she stood up to walk out of her office, stopping to put her hands on my shoulders as she leaned down close to my ear, "make sure you aren't late." Her breathy voice tickled my ear, making me dizzy with arousal. I wanted her so bad but she was denying me for two more days, she had wonderful restraint.

She walked out and left the building after teasing me like that. Eventually I also left her office, after I managed to get my erection tamed. Walking towards the front of the building I noticed I was still there packing up her stuff.

"Hey I, odd seeing you leave after Carmen... I mean Dr. I." She giggled at me using her boss' first name.

"I was actually staying behind because I wanted to ask you if maybe you would want to go to a bar with me this weekend? It's a fun place that I frequent because I like to play billiards and darts." She told me, once again surprising me with how forward she could be.

"I might be able to do late Saturday, or any time you want on Sunday." I told her, shifting a bit on my feet to contain my excitement at being asked out by a girl.

"Sunday evening sounds good. It's a date!" she flashed me a bright grin, "but if you end up free Saturday night just give me a call." She walked up to me, grabbing my collar she pressed her mouth against mine and kissed me deeply. Breaking the kiss to breath, she looked me deep in the eyes, "I'll see you this weekend, stud." She giggled, placing a note with her phone number into my pocket, also using it as an excuse to grope my cock. After that she broke away and began walking towards the front door of the office. I realized that she had the keys to the office so I needed to leave with her, or risk getting locked in for the weekend.

Saying our goodbye's, I made my way home and enjoyed a little more of the usual with I and my mom. It finally felt like things were going well.

I really hope I didn't just jinx it by thinking about it!

~*~

The next morning it was finally the weekend. As glad as I was to be working in my dream career, it was nice to be able to sleep in a bit, especially when it was with Claire's butt up against my crotch. Feeling content, I closed my eyes for a little bit, only to open them again when I remembered that Claire's friends were supposed to be here in a few hours, and I would prefer they not see Claire grinding her ass on me.

Easing out of bed as to not wake up Claire, I made my way downstairs to start a pot of coffee. Mom left for work already - I really needed to talk to her about cutting back those hours - so that meant we had the house to ourselves for the next few hours. As much as I wanted to go upstairs and tease Claire into having multiple orgasms, I thought it would be practical to come up with a plan on how to talk with her friends. Claire had described her friend's personalities to me, and how much each of them meant to her in their own way. I was kind of jealous of her to be honest. I was very standoffish in school, never socializing, just working hard on my school work. After enough times of being invited to this or that person's party, or our local football game with a girl only to reject them, they eventually stopped asking me and left me alone. Of course, at the time I was fine with it, but now that I was finally achieving my goals, looking back I begun to realize that, I had no social life outside of my family.

As heavy as that realization was, I knew I couldn't dwell on it; what's in the past will stay in the past, I just need to work on improving my future by improving the present. While cooking breakfast for Claire and I, I was writing down notes similar to that of a psych eval on each of the girls. So far it was just rough outlines based on second-hand knowledge, but after meeting them I would update these profiles so I could better understand them. In the back of my head, I understood that this was a weird thing to do, but I considered it further practice in my job of analyzing and helping people.

Claire came downstairs eventually, only wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. She hugged me from behind with her face buried in my back. She stayed like that for a few moments before moving away to sit on one of the stools next to the kitchen island.

"So, have you thought about what you're going to say to them?" Claire asked, shaking her legs in an anxious manner.

"I'm working it out right now," I answered, not turning around, so I could focus on what I was doing, "How combative do you think I is going to be with me?" I looked over my shoulder to look at her.

"Honestly, it's a 50/50 whether she will go off on you, or do as I asked and have a real discussion." She looked pensive, unsure of how her two worlds would come together, either we would collide and burn, or we could coexist with each other.

"Hmm... ok, well breakfast is about ready can you set the table?" Nodding her head she got up to get the plates.

We talked at the dinner table right up until they were supposed to arrive. I had told I to wear what she normally would have before I came back home. So, she put on a tight pink crop-top shirt, and some frayed denim pants with holes in the knees. She tied her lovely chestnut hair into a cute little bun, then we waited for the coming storm.

~*~

I still jumped at the sound of the doorbell and knocking. Claire got up to answer the door, and with one more nervous look at me she put on a smiling face, and opened the door. I was pretty surprised at how different they were. Lara was supposed to be the leader of their group, but her small stature could have fooled you, she likely compensated with a large personality. Stephanie was of average height, slim build she seemed shy and reserved when looking at anyone other than Lara, I thought that odd, so I noted to think more on that later. Finally, there was Amanda, she couldn't be more different than the other three girls. She wore a leather jacket with beat up acid washed denim jeans, and what seemed like ankle length doc martens. I could tell without the shoes she would maybe be an inch shorter than me, and I was 6'2". With the shoes she was a few inches taller. She was probably the most tomboy a tomboy could possibly be, she had short bob of messy black hair with dark blue streaks, and her eyes were a lovely deep green. Claire had told me that Amanda was an E cup, but I wasn't seeing it, which meant she must be binding them, which would indicate an embarrassment over her feminine form, I would need to write this in her profile afterwards.

I stood up to greet them, and while Stephanie gave me a polite smile and nod, Amanda just looked bored, and finally Lara was giving the dirtiest look. She could have majored in scowling as a college degree, clearly she was used to projecting an air of control.

"it's nice to meet you ladies, Claire has told me a lot about you." I reached out to shake their hands, Lara being the only one to ignore it.

"Yeah, Claire has told us

lots

about you too." Lara said in a mocking tone.

Trying to move on from that I invited them to have a seat at the dining table, as I made a fresh pot of coffee.

"Look,

Zach

, you already know why we're here, you need to tell us what you are doing to Claire!" the stink she put on my name really made my hairs stand up on my arms, I could see why she often got her way. Attempting to be calm I took the mugs and set them on the table, asking each if they wanted some, which they all said yes to.

"Alright, so go ahead and ask me the specifics, and please don't hold back, but I'm sure you had no intention." I gave Lara a smirk, putting the ball back in her court.

With a huff she brought up her first question, pausing, she gave a confidant smirk. "Are you fucking Claire?" I nearly choked on my coffee, managing to swallow it down, I began to cough up a lung. While I was recovering Claire tried to reassure Lara that I was doing no such thing, but Lara kept her eyes on me and waited for my answer. Looking into her eyes, I was kind of excited to see the high level of emotional intelligence she had for a 19 year old. It was rare to meet someone that could be so analytical, but pretend they were just some shallow bitch. Looking at her in silence a little longer I spoke.

"Yes." Is all I said waiting for her response. It seemed I caught her just as much off guard, as her eyes widened, followed by the other two, but I noticed Amanda's brow furrowed as she looked down at her mug,

interesting reaction.

Claire was shocked that I outright told them, but as soon as she thought about it, some of her anxiety seemed to float away. She chose to trust my decision to tell them, which honestly warmed my heart.

"You just admitted to having sex with your own sister, how can you sit there like nothing is wrong?" Lara hissed at me.

"Because nothing is wrong. Claire and I love each other very much and we felt it was long overdue." I answered, shrugging to appear nonchalant.

"B-but, that's just wrong, there is no way Claire thinks of you that way!" Amanda finally piped up, looking towards me with anger. I knew they would all believe that I was somehow taking advantage of her, and to some extent I was, at least unintentionally. But we have confessed our feelings to each other, and Claire knows now about the magic collar. Stephanie remained quiet, looking down as she twiddled her thumbs.

"Stephanie," I called out to her, "what do you think about our relationship?"

At first she seemed confused as to why I was talking to her, but when she met Lara's eyes she seemed to gain her resolve. "I, um... don't see the issue as long as you guys love each other, and treat each other right." Her voice faded as she went on, withering under Lara's stare.

I looked over at Amanda, seeing her eyes dart back and forth over the table, trying to parse this information, I could see she was red in the face, I had the thought to watch her in case she swung at me.

Lara turned to Claire, "is he telling the truth, Claire?" she stared my sister down.

"U-uh... well...," she looked into my eyes as I nodded for her to tell the truth, "Yes... I'm in love with my brother, and I've known this before we were friends," Claire seemed to gain confidence from my approving looks. "And I know that with you guys I talked a lot of shit about him and my mom, but... that was never really how I felt." Claire paused to further think of what to say. Looking at Lara I could see her facial expression soften just a tiny bit, she was actively listening to Claire. "I just felt so seen when you guys would encourage me to say 'fuck them' and we would go hang out at the mall, or watch movies." Claire's voice lowered, her eyes becoming misty, "I just want to still be your friend, while also having my family in my life." Claire sniffled holding back her tears as best as she could. Stephanie took her hand and held it, while Lara got up and went over to hug Claire. I looked at Amanda, seeing right away her issue, she was so conflicted about supporting Claire's decision, because she had feelings for Claire. I would need to further analyze this, maybe I could find a way for Amanda to have her cake and eat it too. Finally, Amanda seemed to bury her feelings for the time being as she told Claire she was sorry for yelling.

Now I was aware that these girls were taking the news of my incestuous relationship with Claire pretty well, all things considered. For a moment it baffled me, until I looked down at the ring on my finger. I kept forgetting it was there, we had only been talking for 15 minutes and the ring was already effecting them this much. I found all three of these girls attractive, but they didn't seem to be chomping at the bit to fuck me, but seeing how they were coddling Claire, I had the thought that maybe the rings effect would benefit both the ring bearer and the wearer of the collar. I was curious if that would turn women Bi or lesbian purely through its power alone.

Lara didn't really give me anymore dirty looks, but she still seemed wary of me. I told Claire she was more than welcome to invite them over from now on during the day, assuming they don't get into any trouble, both at home or at any clothing stores, saying that I narrowed my eyes at her three friends, noticing Amanda's gaze purposefully avoiding my own. With that said I told Claire she was free to do whatever, and that I might be going out tonight as I was unsure if I would or not.