Authors note:
More Harem sisters. I felt this story was dying off a bit in my mind, and I was fumbling a little for what to do. It was never actually meant to go on for this long tbh.
But the other day it came to me, and I'm excited to hear your thoughts on this instalment of Harem Sisters.
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Chapter 43
"So...how did you find out?" I finally asked Natalie as she handed me a mug of coffee.
"Tori told me," she said casually.
"She told you? Just straight up said 'Hey! my brother fucked me!' and you were cool with it?" I said with a bad impression of my sister.
"Not exactly like that," Natalie giggled. "But she almost used those words."
"I'm curious as to how you two got onto that subject," I replied.
"I knew Tori had a crush on you for years," Natalie explained. "We became quite close after you moved, and she told me how much she missed you. One time we got drunk together she confessed to loving you, even though she knew it was wrong. Then when you were coming home, she called me to ask what she should do."
"And what did you tell her?" I asked.
"I told her to tell you how she felt and if you loved her, it wouldn't be a problem," she said.
I sipped on my coffee and took a moment to mull over Natalie's words. She could have been responsible for everything turning out the way it had. Tori might never have come forward to express her feelings for me, and we might never have hooked up at all. I definitely wouldn't have pursued my sister on my own. No matter how sexy she was. It was hard wired into me to not seek those kinds of relationships with a sibling.
"Thank you," I said, taking Natalie's hand in mine.
"For what?" she asked.
"For being the one to help Tori and myself find one-another. Without you, we might never have come to accept our love," I said.
"Happy to help," Natalie smiled, giving my hand a squeeze.
We finished our coffee with some light conversation about our plans for the day. It was already early afternoon, and I was quite tired still. We'd stayed up most of the night having some very vigorous sex, and as a result my muscles were tired, and I desperately needed more sleep. Since Natalie had plans to visit her parents today, we departed with a rather hungry kiss and plans to catch up soon. We'd see each other at work on Monday, but I was hoping to get some alone time with the slim platinum-blonde girl soon.
The Uber ride home wasn't too bad since traffic was light—relatively light but still a chaotic chorus of beeps and honks—and before long I was waiting for the elevator in the lobby of the apartment building.
The doors dinged and as soon as they slid open, someone rushed out and I was knocked on my ass.
"Oh shit!" I said, grabbing onto the person to steady myself. But we both tumbled to the floor.
"I'm so sorry!"
I looked up to see the cute redhead from yesterday straddling my hips. She had a shocked and scared look on her pretty face.
"It's okay. Nothing's broken," I said, rubbing the back of my head when I hit it on the floor.
"Are you sure!?" she gasped. "Can I do anything for you?"
"You could let me get up," I chuckled.
She looked down to my body as if she just realized she was sitting on me, jumped a little, then bounded to her feet. "I'm so sorry!"
"It's really not a big deal," I said once more, getting to my feet. "Accidents happen. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she nodded, then smoothed her skirt.
She was dressed quite similarly to how she was yesterday, but this time her outfit was had black with hints of white. Her frilly skirt stopped short well before her knees, and a small strip of pale thigh was visible in the gap between her skirt and striped stockings. Her top was a fitted black blouse that she'd buttoned up to under her chin, but it hugged her figure well enough for me to see she had an impressive set of cans hidden away. Her hair was in pigtails this time, and the glasses perched on her nose finished the incredibly cute outfit.
"Well, you seemed like you were in a hurry. I won't keep you any longer," I smiled and stepped aside.
The girl nodded, then lowered her eyes and power walked to the front door.
"Ashley," she blurted out from behind me.
"Pardon?" I asked, turning my head to look at her.
"I'm Ashley. You can call me Ash," she said, not meeting my eyes.
I smiled at her obvious shyness and turned to face her properly. "Pleasure to meet you Ashley. I'm Jason."
She smiled when she heard my name, and I thought I saw her lips move as if she were saying it to herself.
"Thank you, Jason. I have to go now."
Then she was gone, hurrying out the front door and to a waiting car out front that I guessed was a friend. Or an Uber.
My life was filled with beautiful women lately—and I was sleeping with most of them—but that girl had a different kind of beauty. She seemed nice enough and was a little odd, but I could deal with odd if she was a good person. Probably a bad idea though. She might not like being one of many in a list of women I was currently sleeping with, and I already had enough women to satisfy and give my attention to. I had to draw the line somewhere.
Or did I?
A woman's giggles reached my ears as soon as I entered the apartment I shared with my family. At first, I thought it was Tor. But I didn't recognize the voice that followed. I couldn't hear what was being said, but it was between a man and a woman. Could it be my mother and father fooling around when they thought they were alone? I hadn't ever heard my mother giggle like that, so I doubted it. Who knows what my parents were like behind closed doors.
I closed and locked the front door and decided to just head to my bedroom. If my parents were getting frisky, I wanted to be out of their way. I could always give one of my women a call, but I was really tired and wanted to take a nap.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs caught my attention, and I turned to see my father coming down in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. He had a wide grin on his face that looked strange to me. The grin quickly turned to a flat stare when he saw me standing in the living room.
"Jason," he said. "I didn't know you were home."
"I just got back," I said. "I'm guessing Tori isn't about either?"
My father's mouth opened to answer, but he stopped when a second set of footsteps signalled who I thought was my mother, coming down the stairs behind my father. But it wasn't my mother at all.
The young woman stepped up behind my father and wrapped her arms around his waist. She wore nothing but one of his business shirts, and her flawless olive skin contrasted well against the soft white cotton. She hadn't noticed me yet and planted a kiss on my father's cheek before her hands began running up and down his torso. My father's eyes stayed locked onto mine as he gently removed her hands from his body and pulled the woman down beside him, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Jason. You remember Emily, don't you?" my father said.
The girl's face was familiar, and once I heard her name it all came back to me. The girl we'd rescued from Leon's apartment the night we confronted him. She looked a little surprised to see me, but didn't shy away from my father's touch, nor did she attempt to conceal her exposed flesh. Only a couple of the buttons on the shirt she wore were fastened.
"I do," I said flatly.
"Nice to see you again Jason." Emily smiled, then turned to my father. "I'm going to get dressed."
"Alright sweety. I'll be up shortly," my father replied.
Emily left my father and me, shooting me a smile over her shoulder before disappearing upstairs. I kept my eyes firmly on hers, then back to my father who was just turning away from watching her barely concealed ass bounce up the stairs. His satisfied smile dropped when he settled his gaze on me once more.
"So...you kept in touch," I said.
"Something like that," my father said flatly.
"Does Mum know?" I asked.
"Of course not," he replied. "You know how well that would go over with your mother."