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Saturday morning after breakfast, Katherine sat at her desk, got her diary from its very secret hiding place, and unlocked it.

Dear Diary,

Brother’s gone and I’m so bummed! But I’ll write about that later. First, I want to get caught up on what Amy told me last night, a few hours after he left. Turns out that he and Christine have kissed! And not just some innocent little peck either – it was full-on, serious smooching! Aims said he even fondled her big boobs. Damn those boobs!!! I was totally pissed off, but at the same time I was seriously jealous, wishing I could have been doing the fondling.

But anyway, this is BIG news! It’s like my worst fears come true. Okay, maybe not my worst fear. Having our incestuous fun publicly exposed would be a million times worse, for one. But still, it’s pretty bad! Christine isn’t human! I swear, she must be some kind of robot, with flesh and blood on the outside but steel muscle and a supercomputer brain on the inside. How am I supposed to compete with her?! God hands out great beauty OR great intelligence. Nobody ever gets heaping helpings of BOTH!!! Sheesh. It seriously pisses me off.

Diary, I love being my brother’s fuck toy. It’s the greatest thing ever! Just writing the words “fuck toy” right now is getting my pussy all tingly. Fuck toy, fuck toy, number one fuck toy! God, I love it! Oops, one more: FUCK TOY!!! ? Brother’s gonna rip my clothes off and fuck my pussy good and hard right now, and I can’t say no because fuck toys NEVER say no!

Sometimes I think I must be Mom’s real daughter, because we both share such a submissive streak. Hell, I love the fact that I’m not his only fuck toy and I’m forced to share. Thinking about licking and sucking his cock with Mom or Suzanne or Aims – or all three of them at once! Wow! Is there anything better than that? No way!

That said, I must admit that proudly calling myself his fuck toy is also a defensive kind of thing. I just don’t have a lot of confidence in myself. I think that on some level I figure: how can he reject me if I’m his willing slave in everything? Who would turn that down? Nobody! Sure, I get a kick out of being his “uppity” fuck toy, but he knows as well as I do that all he has to do is snap his fingers and I’ll be naked and on my knees, choking and slobbering on his fat cock! Or, better, lying underneath his driving thick man meat, kicking my legs in the air and screaming his name!

Yes, being Brother’s fuck toy is the life! I’m writing this one-handed now, if you know what I mean, while I think about how good he fucks me! But still, underneath it all, there’s this lack of confidence. Luckily, I know how much he loves me, so everything is peachy. Plus, at least I have enough confidence to know I’m worthy of being one of his busty, beautiful sex slaves. That means a lot to me, fitting into the harem well.

EXCEPT! Except for Christine. Or, as I’d prefer to call her, Robo-C. I mean, if there’s one person who could steal his heart, it’s her. Right now, thankfully, she doesn’t know sex from a hole in the ground. But just wait and see. Her robot brain is probably downloading sex goddess programming from her space alien masters, even as we speak. Then she’ll kiss and suck and fuck as well as everything else she does, which is way too good!

I know I’m sharing Bro’s heart with Mom and Aims and Suzanne, not to mention Glory. And Brenda, Heather, and others are trying to muscle in. It’s true that I still get jealous a lot, especially when he’s with someone who isn’t part of our real family here (including Aims and Aunt Suzy, of course). But he has such a BIG heart that I could handle it. (Special note, Diary: he must be all heart and cock, with a few more vital organs thrown in!) ? I may not have all of his heart, but the part I’ve got is MINE. When he’s with, say, Mom, he’s 100 percent with Mom. But when he’s with me, he’s 100 percent with me. That’s what makes the sharing work: the fact that whenever he’s with one of us he gives us all the love and attention we can handle. If he was with me and thinking about Mom half the time, my fragile ego couldn’t handle it.

The one danger to this is Christine! I’ve definitely noticed the “Christine Effect.” Whenever he’s flaccid – Diary, it’s super rare, but it happens! I swear! ? – all I have to do is mention Christine’s name, and… boooooiiiiing! Instant boner! Aaaah, and such a thick and cum-filled boner too. All throbbing and hot, driving deep into my hot box! But wait. I’m not gonna get distracted. My point is, she’s so extraordinary in so many ways that he could love her too much, throwing everything out of whack! Plus, there’s the fact that she’s so hung up on her square morality that she’d never accept harems or incest, much less a big ol’ happy incestuous harem.

Some day it might come down to him having to pick her or me!

Diary, I’m freaking out!!! Arrrrgh!!!! ? ? ?

I talked to Amy about this last night. She said that could “never ever happen in a million billion gazilla-quintillion years.” She pointed out that nobody, not even Christine, could compare to having an entire harem of busty, beautiful women. The problem is, I know in my head that’s true, but my heart isn’t rational.

Actually, Amy’s attitude bugs me. She, like me, doesn’t buy this whole “practice date” pretense. We both think that it’s inevitable that he’ll be boning Christine before long, especially now that they’ve kissed. Brother, bless his heart, is trying his best to hold out, and I gather she’s trying to hold out too. But you can just tell from the way they look at each other: their feelings are too strong! And Brother’s had so much sexual success with so many stunning women, with practically no setbacks at all. I’m sure he sees the danger with her, but by now on some deeper level he must think he’s invincible. Hell, I would, if I were in his shoes.

So Amy and I are on the same page with that. But what bugs me is she seems to think that there’s nothing we can do. I beg to differ! Sure, we know what’s going to happen if things continue the way they’re going, but what if we were to nudge things onto a different path? For instance, what if I were to clue Christine in about the harem? (Minus the incest part, obviously; I don’t wanna get killed!) That probably would shock her enough to wake her from her never-ending wet dream.

True, I realize she must know something about his many partners, but if she knew that she’d have to share him with the likes of Suzanne, Brenda, Xania, Glory, Heather and the rest, she’d freak out! Heck, maybe I’d even tell her that she HAS to regularly take part in threesomes and moresomes with Heather there. “If you don’t lick Heather’s pussy first, you don’t get to suck his cock with her. Rules are rules! Oh, what’s that? You want to suck his cock all by yourself? Sorry, girl; in this house we have a two-tongue minimum! If you can’t handle it, there’s the door.”

Sigh! I can fantasize, but the fact is, I’m just not that conniving. I could never say that kind of thing. Alan is my brother, and my love for him is as big as the world! Aims is too nice to go there too.

But still, there must be SOMETHING we can do! For instance, what if we were to get Christine interested in some other handsome guy? I think half the problem is that she’s a total virgin, and she’s dying to get it on with somebody, anybody! I actually brought that idea up with Aims last night, but she shot it down, saying that Christine was “too far gone.” Then I suggested we go to Suzanne. If anyone could come up with a good scheme to get Christine squarely back in Alan’s “friend zone” and away from his bed, it’s gotta be Aunt Suzy. But Aims shot that down too! She said she’s “working on it,” but I don’t think she has any plan at all.

I don’t get it. Aims shares the exact same concerns I do about Robo-C, but she’s fatalistic. At one point she even told me that we have to accept it as a done deal and try to work out the “best deal for ourselves,” whatever that means. I agree with her that Christine is a nice person, and it would be cool to be better friends with her. But that’s the problem! She’s TOO nice! TOO good! And if she can’t be a full-on bisexual harem slave, what’s the fun in that? It would be torture to be just friends, with a body like hers so close and yet so far away. I swear, her tempting, giant boobs are the bane of my existence.

I love Aims so very much. She’s my best friend, and my sister, AND my lover! (Yeay! Go Amy! ? ) But sometimes, there’s no getting through to her. It’s like she’s on some other wavelength and nobody else can tune in to her station. If she and I could work together, especially with Suzanne’s help, we could solve this Christine problem. And we have to act fast, before Bro kisses her again!

Hey, I know! Brilliant idea! Next time that Alan, Robo-C, and I are together, I’ll bring a super-powerful magnet. Then I’ll point it at her and she’ll fly to the magnet and stick! Her robot nature will be exposed and he’ll lose all interest!

Sigh. I wish. If only she WERE a robot. The fact that she’s a real human being and kicks as much ass as she does is what’s so depressing for us mere normal girls.

The bottom line is, I’m not gonna give up just yet. Maybe if I learn more about her, and about how she and Bro are getting along, I can find the chink in her armor?

— 𝒷𝒹ℴ𝓿𝓁.𝓬𝓸𝓂

Susan lay on a towel by her backyard pool beneath a clear blue sky, reveling in the joy of living. Suzanne sat above her, rubbing suntan lotion into her back. They were nude, as usual, and had both just eaten lunch.

Although Alan had left for a weekend hiking trip with the Boy Scouts, his final words had completely shaken up the order of things in the Plummer household. The fallout was still sorting itself out a day later.

“You know, Suzanne,” said Susan, “I’m so happy I could die. Aren’t you?”

“Definitely. I’m not as thrilled with The Pact as you are, but having Alan become my son has made me happier than I’ve ever been in my life. The question is, what happens now?”

“I’m glad you asked. Obviously, there are going to have to be some changes around here. Big changes. First of all, of course, my frisky Tiger is going to give me the thorough fucking I’ve been denying myself for so long. The very minute he gets back!”

“Finally!” Suzanne said emphatically. “You’re way, way overdue.” She was genuinely happy for her friend.

“I know. I’ve been torturing him for so long, and he’s been so good and patient. I’ll have to make it up to him in a big way. Having him fuck me is just the start. I want him to use my busty body in any way he sees fit for as long as he likes. Maybe that’ll start to rectify the balance.”

“But you’d want him to do that to you in any case,” Suzanne pointed out, chuckling a little.

“Good point.” Susan laughed. “But nonetheless, that’s the first and most important thing on my mind. The next thing is that we have to throw what’s left of my old rules and boundaries out the window.”

“Now you’re talking,” Suzanne agreed.

“But everybody needs rules to live by, so we have to have some rules. We’ll start from scratch. Actually, we should build on The Pact that Tiger forced us to agree to yesterday.”

“Now, hold on,” Suzanne said. “He didn’t force us to agree to anything. We all freely-”

Susan interrupted with a sigh. “I know. But can’t you at least let me pretend? You’re no fun.”

Suzanne grinned. “Sorry.”

“Anyway, the new rules will be what he said before he left. We are all a family now. Now he has two mothers and two sisters to fuck and control, anywhere and everywhere he wants. It’s gonna be heaven on Earth for him, but also for all of us. We should take that one step further. He’s our master, and our top priority is to serve!” She sat up and turn around to make sure her best friend understood fully.

She continued, “If he insists on something, then we must obey! And if we don’t, then we have to get spanked. And fingered! And fucked! If he says, ‘Mommy, come to the next cheerleading squad practice and give some hands-on-dick demonstrations of how to blow me so MY squad can get better learning how to serve me, then I’ll have no choice but to obey his every command. Even if it means that he fucks my cunt in front of Heather and the rest, that’s what I’ll have to do, ‘cos good mommies get fucked by their sons.”

Suzanne rolled her eyes, knowing that her best friend was mostly just fantasizing now. “Yes, dear.”

“And now that you’re his mommy too, you know the same applies to you. I know you’re normally an independent and even domineering woman, but if you’re serious about being his mother, you can’t take The Pact halfheartedly. You may not like the words ‘sex slave’, but that’s what you are.” Susan was panting with arousal. Merely saying the words “sex slave” nearly gave her a small orgasm.

“I know,” Suzanne said both jokingly and seriously. “I’ve made my bed and I’m ready to lie in it, and then get royally fucked in it.”

Susan said with annoyance, “Please, don’t make a joke about it. This is dead serious. Now that he’s gone and you’ve had a night to sleep on it, are you still okay with everything? Can a woman like you truly be happy as a sex slave in a harem?”

Suzanne pondered that sincerely. “Honestly? Yes. I must say that it grates on me sometimes, like fingers on chalkboard. But I understand that’s how things are meant to be in this family. My love for him makes it all worthwhile. And I’m sure I’ll warm up to it more and more as time goes on.”

“Good.” Susan went back to her previous position so Suzanne could continue the suntan lotion application. But then Susan turned surprisingly serious. “However, Suzanne, you have to realize that I still need to be the number one mother. I’m happy to consult with you and I want to consult with you, but I still have to have final say over what happens around here, is that understood? I need to have some control in my life. You’re strong and a natural leader, but I’m not, so I need a kind of title of authority.”

“It’s understood.” Suzanne resumed the lotion application on Susan’s ass, although the way Suzanne was doing it, it also doubled as an all-over massage. She was surprised to see Susan veering from her usual sex obsessions and even calming down a bit. “I’m just honored to be part of the Plummer family, even if it’s just in spirit.” She really meant that.

“I have a feeling that eventually it will be more than just in spirit. If he marries Amy, then you’ll legally become his mother, even if it’s really just his mother-in-law. Then Amy will be both his wife AND his sister! Won’t that be great? It gets me so excited and hot!”

“Me too. I can’t wait.” Suzanne meant that too. Just talking like this while running lotion into Susan’s bare ass cheeks was getting her extremely worked up. She dug into her ass crack, liberally applying lotion there.

“You can’t wait? God, think about me! I’m so ready for Sunday night that I’m about to die! I’m literally ready to die. I hope he’s not all tired out from the hike, because he needs to fuck me in every room of the house before I’m gonna let him get any sleep. I get so hot just thinking about it! Then I’ll be fully tamed and owned by my own son! Dear Lord! Just the idea practically makes me cum.”