Continuing harem fantasy of a naive eighteen year old boy who finds a magic necklace and his interactions with women who start throwing themselves at him, even his mom and sis.
Sci-fi, mind control themes.
*** Good Morning – Day 2 ***
Caleb woke up to sunlight gently streaming through the windows, and sunlit dust particles floating through the air. It was magical.
He noticed that it was a few minutes before seven. He stretched out in his bed and yawned, reveling in the afterglow of last night's scrumptious sex dream. He had never dreamt anything that wild or vivid before. His previous dreams had only allowed boob touching over the clothes. Dreaming about sexual encounters with a buxom pixie, the pastor's wife, that youth director/goddess, and his mom was light years beyond anything he could have ever imagined.
The unconscious mind is a wonderful thing. I should feel guilty about this, but maybe the guilt can wait until later. I'm too tired for guilt. Let's just enjoy the moment,
he thought groggily.
He reached down to his crotch expecting to feel the dried crusty discharge on his pajama bottoms from what must have been a huge wet dream, but was surprised to feel that there was no crustiness and no pajamas, just a bare naked morning woody.
What the hey?
He noticed a towel on his pillow, the one from his dream, and suddenly sat up in bed as his mind started racing,
Am I still dreaming? Oh God, did I have sex with Mom? No, it can't be possible.
He reached up to feel the necklace, and, sure enough, it was there.
Holy crap, Dad's going to kill me!
He looked around the room, and all traces of last night seemed to be gone. His mom, as well as her garments, were absent, and his dad wasn't actively stringing him up by his toes.
Did I just forget my pajamas last night? But I remember putting them on, right?
Before he could settle things in his head, the bedroom door flew open, and his sister Anna came bounding in wearing her honey blonde hair in pig tails and sporting her thick framed black nerd glasses she usually reserved for studying. Caleb gawked at her in astonishment, as he propped himself up on his elbows. Her long dancer legs and ample cleavage were on display due to her thigh length, white men's V-neck T shirt. This was quite an aberration from her usual flannel night gowns and ankle length robe.
"Good morning, squirt. Did you sleep well last night?" she grinned.
"Uh, hi Anna. I guess."
"Did you have a good time with Gretchen? I didn't hear you come in?" Anna asked, as she closed the door behind her. She bent down to look under the bed and sneaked a peek in the closet.
"Looking for something?"
"Just wondering if you snuck in a girl?" she said as she looked over at him and grinned.
Caleb nervously commented, "No, no girls here."
I think!
"Did you need something?"
"Mom thought you might need some help getting out of bed."
Caleb started squirming and wondered,
How much would Mom tell her? Geez, was there anything to tell? Maybe I'm just having crazy delusions.
Anna continued teasing, "Why would Mom think you might be tired this morning? Were you up late last night? Did you get lucky with Gretchen or something?"
At least she didn't reference Mom. That would be too weird to talk about. Must protect Gretchen though.
"Uh, well, I did drive her home, and we talked for a little while," Caleb offered.
"Talked huh. Is that
all
you did? Did see teach you how to kiss yet?"
He was a terrible liar so he decided to come clean with a partial truth, especially since Gretchen had already confessed as much to Anna. "Um, maybe a little. But you can't tell anyone! She could get in trouble."
"Well, I wouldn't want to get her in trouble, but maybe I need a little something to ensure my silence, you know what I mean?"
"Wait, what? You want money?"
"I was thinking something more personal. How about if we continue from where we left off in the church parking lot yesterday. It's not nice to leave a girl hanging."
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Well, you're my sister."
"But doesn't it make it a little more exciting just because I'm your sister?"
While she was talking, she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt with both hands, and slowly lifted her T-shirt, exposing her white cotton panties. Caleb's eyes locked onto the teddy bear on the front. Then she raised it further, revealing her flat stomach. Her belly button seemed to wink at him as she did a little shimmy.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
Caleb could only raise his eyebrows, not sure how to respond, but there were plenty of subtle and blatant hints that for her to glean that she was getting to him. As his body started humming and his heart started pounding, he turned beet red, started breathing hard, and his make shift pup tent beneath the sheet wiggled. Yes, she could tell that her victim was in terrible discomfort.
Anna loved the role of the cock teasing seductress. It was becoming addictive. Her panties were soaked, but then she had been in a continuous state of arousal since last night's dinner. It was driving her batty. She had tossed and turned as wild fantasies played out in her head. She had woken up to soaked underwear and sheets. Her body was craving release, so her goal this morning went well beyond teasing.
"Doesn't it feel deliciously naughty, watching your innocent sister strip off her clothes?" she asked as the shirt continued its slow rise up over her cantaloupes which revealed a pink satiny bra.
This is like a replay from the church parking lot, only more so,
Caleb thought.
She pulled the white T-shirt over her head and held out her arms. "Well, what do you think?"
Caleb looked at her sister with amazement and guilt filled desire. She was now standing there with her white cotton teddy bear underwear, her large mounds slung up in a pink bra, hair in pig tails, and wearing her black nerd glasses. His mouth went dry, his tongue felt thick, his throat tightened up.
He responded with, "Bazizwrfmzly."
She smiled at her tongue-tied little brother, and climbed up onto the bed straddling his waist as he fell back, helpless to resist. She pressed her crotch down and rubbed it against his morning wood only separated by his sheet and her panties. Caleb groaned from the pelvic pressure on his prick.
"Caleb, do you want some help with your problem?"
"Ungh. What problem?" He was having trouble thinking as she slowly rubbed herself on his crotch.
"This problem down here," as she looked down at his erection poking up against her from beneath the sheet.
"Anna Banana, what are you doing to me?" he groaned as she continued to dry hump him.
Anna was thinking,
I feel so wicked, but it feels so good to tease him this way. He's just so adorable and innocent. Who could resist him? And I really need him. This feels nice, but I think it's time for phase two.
She scooted down his legs, and started tugging the sheet down his body.
He tugged back. He didn't want her to see him naked.
"Feeling a little shy? Do you need a little persuading?" she questioned. "Tell me, have you have ever wanted to see my boobs in all their glory? Like, no bra, swinging in the wind." She paused for effect. "This could be your big chance."
She reached behind, and unsnapped her bra. She stopped to watch the anticipation in his eyes. "What if Mom were to walk in right now, what do you think she would say?" She saw his stiff bump waggle.
She slid the bra off her shoulders and arms, and flicked it onto his face, obstructing his view from her now exposed milk jugs. She giggled at his predicament.
While caressing her round, full breasts she asked, "So what do you think, Caleb? How do these compare to Gretchen's?"
He let go of the sheet to pull the bra off of his face. A choir of angels sang triumphantly in three part harmony in his head,
AAAHHHH.
It was like a great revelation. They were blindingly beautiful. He was stupefied.
His sister, as planned, took the opportunity to reach down and yank the sheet off of him.
"Hey, no fair!" he exclaimed, as he quickly covered his raging hard on with the bra in his hands.
"I think it's fair. You know, 'tit for tat'," she giggled.
Caleb never understood that saying, and then it dawned on him and he smiled. "Oh, is this what a 'tat' is?" he asked while he motioned with his eyes towards his bra covered erection. "I always wondered about that saying."
She thought,
He's a dork, but at least he is a cute dork.
"Wow, nice one bro," she smiled. "You know, you really do have a nice 'tat'. Remember when I saw it yesterday? Under the table at church?"
What she said didn't register. He was too busy soaking in the vision of this bare chested, bodacious, buxom blonde in her teddy bear panties. His face went slack. He started to drool.
Anna laid down on the bed next to him, with her breasts leaning up against his arm and spilling onto his chest. She ran her fingers along up and down his smooth torso. He felt extremely exposed, but his hands and the bra were still covering his crotch. He watched her nervously.
Anna changed her tone and started talking gently, almost whispering. "You know Caleb, Mom just sent Dad out to get some milk so we have a little time to help you out with your affliction."
"My affliction? What do you mean?"
"I woke up early this morning, and Mom was already up. We talked and she told me how you were burdened with these nasty erections, and we might need to help you out once in a while. Holy cow, I couldn't believe it when she told me, but I was happy about it. I don't really care why we're doing it. I just can't believe I got permission to do
this.
"
She reached up and gently grabbed his chin, looked him in the eyes, and gave him a disarmingly soft kiss on the lips that caused some of the tension to ease out of him.
His breath quickened at the idea of taking the next step with Anna. He thought,
Is it the right thing to do? Of course not.
