My conversation with the girls about being an incubus didn't really go anywhere. Not that either of them argued or was upset or anything. It's just that they did not care a lot. Susan summed up her own thoughts easily enough.
"That's cool."
Of course, I had no idea what I thought about it, so I could hardly fault them for not knowing what to think about it.
Both Susan and Kit were interested in Fiona, however. As with Rebecca, they were particularly interested to know if Fiona was pretty and if they would be able to play with her. Both were excited to hear that she was and she would. Hearing that she was a succubus made them a bit more curious, though.
Susan asked, "What's that?"
I just said, "Best I can tell, that's a female version of an incubus."
Kit asked, "Does that mean she can do the resonance thing?"
I responded, "Sort of. I think she can create some connection. It seems like the resonance works better with her than with others. I could pick up more of what she was feeling than I can with other people. I think she will work like an amplifier of sorts. I'm curious to see what it is like when she is in the mix.
"She said that incubi typically have a stable or a collection of people who they feed off of. She really wants to be part of my collection. I think she will do whatever it takes to be a part of what we are doing here. Whatever that is."
Susan said, "As long as she does not take over. I don't want to feel like I am competing."
"I would not let that happen, but she was quite clear that she would defer to my primary. I'm not sure what that means, but apparently an incubus usually has one person who is the number one person in his collection," I said.
Kit piped up and volunteered, "That would be Susan."
I said, "I don't really think of either of you as primary or secondary."
Kit said, "If someone has to be in charge of your harem, I think it should be Susan."
I had not thought of the "collection" Fiona discussed as a harem, but I suppose it would be. Sort of.
Susan said, "I don't want to be in charge of anything, but I don't mind adding someone to the mix. As long as she is a good fit. Especially if she can ramp things up a little. I have obviously become an insatiable slut. I'm not sure about the feeding off of me part of it. I think I get a lot more than I give. If anything, I feed off of you. And I feed off of Kit, too. I feed off of both of you. Sometimes literally." She laughed.
I laughed as well. "I will contact her and invite her to come visit us. First, though, I want you to meet Rebecca. I was going to invite her for a visit later this week if she can do it. Everyone okay with that?"
Kit said, "I am. Is she nervous? She does not know us. Do you think she will be scared? I mean she will feel like an outsider probably."
It interested me that neither showed much concern about Rebecca taking over or anything, but were instead concerned that she not feel uncomfortable. Of course she was not a succubus. Not that any of us really knew what that meant. Still, it seemed like Rebecca was a go, so I called her to see if she was interested in coming for a visit. She was.
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Driving her back to my new house from the airport, Rebecca did, in fact, seem nervous. Given that she had no idea what to expect from all this, I could see why.
"I know you said I would like your girls and being with them and all, but I have to say I'm pretty scared. What if they don't like me? What if I don't like them? I've been thinking about it since you suggested I come and I do want to try it. In fact, I've been a little obsessed with it. I think about it a lot. But what if I can't do it? What if it's gross? Being with a woman, I mean. Not with you."
It was strange to me to see Rebecca, a very competent and confident woman, so anxious. I felt a little protective of her.
"There are no expectations here. Do not do anything you do not want to do. We are a pretty flexible group. Hell, we are trying to figure out what we are doing, too. Mostly, we are just doing what feels good."
Rebecca was quiet. She was obviously thinking, and I did not interrupt her. I had noticed that she was anxious, and thought it might have to do with meeting new people, but had not thought about the prospects of having sex with other women. A reasonable concern, I guess.
Of course I had suggested she might like it, which functioned as a worm. She had been thinking about just that for a couple weeks or more. Both wanting to experience it and unsure about it at the same time. Kind of how a worm works, right? So of course she was anxious.
It is not hard to push anxiety into excitement. They are closely related. She was a little aroused just because of the excitement of all of this, but it was easy enough to increase her arousal as well. So while we rode towards the house, I ramped up her excitement and her arousal until by the time we got there she was horny and excited. Always a nice combination.
When we arrived and went into the house, Susan and Kit were there to greet us. Those two seldom need to have their arousal tweaked. As best I can tell, they are horny pretty much all the time.