The story so far;
Martin rescued Anne from a torrential summer downpour. She was soaked, even her panties were wet, she'd told him. He offered her a clean towel and the use of his clean rugby shirt. She climbed into the back of his Transit van and stripped, naked. She seduced him, took his, long past its sell-by-date, virginity and over the next two weeks taught him to fuck and please a girl. She then introduced him to her Mother, also named Anne. He called her Anne-too and was happy to meet the large sexual appetite of both beautiful women. Shortly after this his Aunt then Mother seduced him. They, in turn, sent him to his cousin Sally, who was waiting naked in the bath for his arrival. They had strict instructions to report to the farm, where the two Anne's lived, by nine pm.
When Martin and Sally arrived Martin found that all of the women that had seduced him and he had subsequently fucked, regularly, were waiting for him. His Mother explained that although he had thought he had been screwing lots of different, unconnected, for the most part, women he had actually been having sex with his sisters, or more accurately, half-sisters. That everyone in the room, including himself, had the same Father AND that the man he'd thought was his Father AND that which he'd thought was his Uncle and Sally's Father, were his half-brothers. His Father had had a harem of five beautiful women. He had made them each pregnant a few times and their subsequent daughters.
Martin was expected to assist his other Brothers, the actuality of half-anythings being totally ignored within the family, in servicing the females in the family and, if he was 'up to it' take over as the family cock and produce the next generation. In order to prove himself 'up to it' Martin was required to satisfy the five women of his Father's harem and produce a child with one of the younger family females.
The previous chapter told of my day with Carol. This one starts the same evening.
This is part 15 of an ongoing story. If you have not read the preceding chapters then this might make sense if you tried Chapters 1 through 15 sometime.
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We eventually left Carol's just after four with her apologies for being so greedy ringing in my ears and making my cock throb. She'd seemed insatiable and my cock didn't mind at all.
"Early bed tonight then Mum?" I suggested eager to get on with trying to make her pregnant.
"'fraid not, Darling, a busy night ahead for you. Home, you go up and have a nice, long, relaxing soak in the bath while I prepare a light dinner for us both. By seven I need to drop you off with Angie and Kate," she informed me, "I'll be next door with Carol until they've finished with you."
She looked quickly at me, saw the look of incomprehension on my face and giggled.
"They're a bit different to what you've become used. Think you can handle it?"
"Is this training or another test?" I asked reasonably despite my cock springing to attention at the very thought of two more sluts to fuck.
"Think more of it being an acceleration of the overall plan rather than either training or test," giggled Mum delightedly.
"Explain?" I suggested.
"I have every confidence that by the time you've finished with Angie and Kate you will have more than satisfied all five sluts of your Dad's Harem. You already satisfied the five sluts in your own Harem. Thing is, to be fair, you should have both Harem's under your care before you start to build your own dynasty. The way my pills have worked out means that my cunt can be exclusively yours from now until I'm pregnant with your child. So, it was decided that instead of waiting until tomorrow to send you up to Angie and Kate you can go tonight. I'll let you sleep tonight and tomorrow we can start off with you full of beans and balls full of nice, fresh, new baby making juice for me to enjoy. Like Carol said, it ain't gonna happen overnight and it will probably take quite a while so there's no great rush. But that doesn't mean we can't practice a lot, does it?" she laughed delightedly.
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Mum swung smoothly into the wide driveway bang on the dot of 7pm. Ahead of me was the modern take of a classical Georgian house complete with pediments, hip roof and dormer windows. There was even fancy headers to every window. All the houses in the Crescent were big and impressive but this was certainly different. Mum smiled at my surprise.
"Great innit?" she laughed, "totally different and No.6, Kate's, is different again, just like the girls. Have fun. When they've worn you out I'll be next door with Carol waiting to drive you home. Take your time, no rush, tomorrow will do," she laughed enjoying whatever joke I'd missed as I climbed out of the car.
"Thanks Mum, love you," I told her as I started to close the door.
"Just push the front door, it's open!" she called before driving away.
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I stood on the top step for a moment trying to work out what had made Mum so delighted. I had a feeling it was the way she'd insisted I dressed.
After my bath I wandered down into the kitchen in my Birthday suit. I really didn't see any reason to dress before dinner and I was hoping Mum would succumb to a little drop of charm offensive and let me practice making babies with her. She didn't but did admit to being sorely tempted. After dinner I was sent upstairs to dress. She'd laid everything I needed on my almost redundant bed.
Sensible, black matching socks. A pity as I usually wore bright, unmatched socks. Charcoal grey pinstripe trousers. No underwear! I searched everywhere. I'd learned in the last few weeks that if Mum said it was so, so it was. No underwear. I wiped my cock head to make sure there was as little 'leak' as possible before pulling my trousers on. Shirt? OK, what I found was a shirt front with a tie, regimental or old school style, already attached to the collar. The collar opened at the back and was held in place by a piece of hook and loop tape. Dangling low down off each side was a white ribbon . Fitting the collar wasn't too difficult but tying a bow behind my back wasn't so simple. It ended up quite loose. The Charcoal grey suit jacket finished off the outfit tidily. Looking in the mirror I looked quite smart, to be honest. Black, highly polished, slip on, shoes finished the job. I headed downstairs looking very smart and feeling just a little bit silly.
Mum handed me a bowler hat, a rolled umbrella and a battered, dark brown leather attaché case with buckles and straps holding the main pocket of the case and the two smaller pockets securely closed. It felt quite heavy but looked to be made of good quality leather.
I went to open it but Mum said it was only for appearance sake. Looking in the mirror I saw the successful business man. A worker in the city, well heeled and well dressed. I felt very silly and grinned at myself sheepishly.
"Well, you've scrubbed up nice. Very handsome, c'mon," said Mum dragging me towards the door.
Something was very much afoot and whatever it was I looked forward to it and pushed the front door open wide.
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H-O-L-Y M-O-S-E-S!
They, Angie and Kate, were stood just back from the full swing of the door.
Now, throughout this narrative I've been happy to tell you that Bob Martins, my Dad, preferred tall, leggy blondes with big tits. In my defence there was plenty of evidence support this view. My Mum was tall, blonde and had tits to die for. Aunt Julie and Cousin Sally (as I once knew them) were tall, leggy, blonde and busty in different wonderful degrees. Even Anne and her Mother, Anne-too, although shorter, at about average height, were blonde and sported a great rack as the modern idiom has it.
Mum said that Angie and Kate were different and Mum wasn't wrong on that score. For a start the top of their heads was a lot closer to the carpet than I'd expected AND they were standing up straight in fuck-me-heels. Five two? Maybe five-three max? I'll not say they were short because I don't want to upset the millions of beautiful women about the same height, I'll just say they were vertically challenged and leave it at that.
They weren't blonde either! Brunette! So I'm going to modify my earlier statements as follows; 'My Dad, Bob Martins, preferred beautiful women!' and Angie and Kate most certainly fitted into that category. They definitely had beautiful legs and bounteous tits.
Whereas Ruth and Mary had greeted me whilst very scantily clad and Carol had been wearing skin tight sportswear, enhancing her delicious shape Angie and Kate were dressed for work, in a whore house!
They were also dressed identically. On top of their shiny brunette hair was perched a cream boater nicely setting off the hair, tied in bunches either side of very pretty faces. Just a little too much rouge on the cheeks, maybe. It looked as if schoolgirls had been experimenting with Mum's make-up bag while she was out. They also looked as if they had put on way too much bright red lipstick. They wore crisp, white blouses that didn't fasten properly anywhere above the second button from the bottom. They wore a school design tie, tied loosely at the neck and under the collar of the blouse for the most part. The tie dangled nonchalantly down between a pair of utterly incredible breasts that were barely contained in skimpy, red ¼ cup shelf bras. Both sets of erect nipples poked unashamedly out from way above the bra's miniscule amount of material. The open blouses getting nowhere close to covering what little modesty the girls might have had left.
Their waists were tiny. I could almost get my hands around them, 22 maybe 23 inches around? Like I said, tiny. The skirts? If you could call them skirts? 10" waist to hem, pleated, grey. I could visualise them swaying as they walked. They were wearing panties. Big panties, school panties but they were virginal white. Perfection! White ankle socks and red buckle shoes finished off the ensemble very nicely indeed.
Trust me, if it wasn't for the little natural highlights of grey in among the brunette a guy could be forgiven for thinking they were a pair of naughty schoolgirls. Make that very naughty schoolgirls.
"Hello Daddy," said the one on my left, after allowing me time to drink in their collective beauty, "Mummy's out for the evening with friends, she said we were to be very good girls and look after you."
I just grinned like a big Daddy.
"I'll take your attaché case case Daddy," offered the one standing to my left, Kate, you take Daddy's hat and umbrella."
"Shan't" Won't. Don't want to!" declared Kate in a huff.
Which left Angela holding my case. I grinned. Kate was being naughty and Anne and Anne-too had taught me how to treat naughty girls.
"Kate! You're being naughty and you know full well what happens to naughty girls!" I said as sternly as I could, "are you going to bend over, like a good girl, or am I going to have to bend you over?"
Kate stood straight and firm. The wicked grin on her face simply declared, 'Yeah? Let's see you try it buster!'
I stepped casually between them and suddenly snaked my arm around Kate's waist from behind and lifted her bodily from the carpet tucking her securely under my arm. Kate squealed, Angela smirked happily and I realised I was in for a fun night.
With Kate head down and bum up I flipped her little, grey, pleated skirt up and over exposing all of her big, white schoolgirl knickers.
"You can't chastise her knickers Daddy," giggled Angela, "they haven't been naughty, you have to punish her bare bum! Here, let me help you."
With a grin of pure delight Angela pulled down her sister's big, white knickers and exposed a very nicely rounded bum set off to perfection with the obligatory bespoke panties. That bum would look very sweet with my hand prints glowing in the soft flesh. I raised my hand with great relish.
