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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?

Chapter 2

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."

Suzanne replied with more vigorous rubbing instead of words. Her hands went up and down Susan's spine as she rubbed copious amounts of coconut-scented suntan oil into Susan's lightly tanned skin.

As she did that, she thought, I wish I hadn't encouraged Susan quite so much to let ALL of her sexual hang-ups go. The way she goes on sometimes with this sex slave stuff can get on my nerves. But even if I'd been smarter in bringing her along, I think this is pretty much where we were going to end up in any case. Well, more or less. It's become obvious that Susan absolutely loves to submit, and Angel isn't that different, except she's more "uppity" about it. Amy's basically willing to go along with whatever the rest of us do - if we were all wearing S&M biker outfits, she'd wear one and not even bat an eye about it. So some kind of harem and some kind of "pact" was inevitable.

I honestly wonder if it's some kind of biological thing. If a man gives you an orgasm that just about literally melts your mind, your bond to him just deepens and deepens.

A very relaxed Susan closed her eyes and happily "mmmm"-ed in response to Suzanne's massage. "You ever think how similar suntan lotion looks and feels to Alan's thick and tasty cum?"

"Of course. I was imagining that this cream in my hands was his cum instead of the lotion even before you said that. My goal is to cover every single square inch of you in cum so thickly that there'll be smears of white everywhere. I'll probably end up using the whole bottle."

"Please do! That's so fucking hot! If only he could really squirt out that much sperm. When you're done, let me do you, too."

"Sure. We can do this all day, if we want. With Sweetie gone, we have nothing to do except prepare our bodies with exercise and tanning so we'll be perfect for him."

"Mmmm. I love the sound of that. Perfect big-titted bodies, ready for our master." Susan mused, "I wonder if some obscure company somewhere makes cum-scented suntan lotion."

"Probably. I'll look into it." Suzanne teased playfully, "Although I doubt they'd have Alan cum-scented lotion in stock."

Susan slurred in a voice unintentionally similar to a drooling Homer Simpson, "Alan flavor. Mmmm ... so good."

Susan was so relaxed that she felt like she'd melted into a puddle. After another minute or so, she recovered a bit, and continued, "Anyway, dropping the rules is just the beginning. There's going to be big changes as we contemplate our new lives of eternal incestuous sexual servitude! For instance-"

Suzanne groaned inwardly at the words "eternal incestuous sexual servitude." Feeling sexually submissive with Alan could get her really worked up at times, but now wasn't one of those times since Susan was acting even more over the top about it than usual, plus Alan wasn't even around to put her in an exceptionally horny mood.

She said, "Wait a sec, Mom. If we're talking big changes, let's bring our two daughters in on this. I see they're up and about, scrounging around in the kitchen."

"'Two daughters!' I love that! And I love it when you call me 'Mom, ' just like I love calling you 'Mother.' It makes me so hot." Everyone had agreed that the words "Mom" or "Mommy" could only be used to refer to Susan, and "Mother" could only be used for Suzanne, in order to avoid confusion. Similarly, Katherine would be "Sis" (since Alan called her that already) and Amy would be "Sister."

Suzanne laughed. "Everything gets you hot these days, Susan. I swear, you're talking about feeling 'so hot' even more than when Alan's here."

"I know. That's because when he's here my mouth is usually too full of cock for me to say much at all."

"You wish!" Both of them laughed.

"I know. I'm just so excited about getting royally fucked by Alan tomorrow night. But not everything gets me hot. Let me think. Hmmm. Maybe asparagus," she joked. "I've always hated asparagus."

"I'll bet I could get you pretty hot just using sticks of asparagus," Suzanne suggested in a husky voice. As if to emphasize her point, she began "applying lotion" between Susan's legs, except that she didn't bother with actually using any lotion. She pistoned her index finger in and out of Susan's dripping pussy, keeping her finger stiff as if it was a stalk of asparagus.

"I'll bet you could, too!" Susan said laughing. "Mmmm. Just like that. Put another 'asparagus stalk' or two in there." She spread her legs to give Suzanne better pussy access and make sure that her plea to get fingered wouldn't go ignored.

Suzanne didn't immediately respond with more fingers. She wanted to do a little more teasing first.

That frustrated Susan enough for her to roll over and bend over backwards. With her ass sticking straight up in the air and her knees around her breasts as she lay back on her head and shoulders, there could be no mistaking what she wanted. "Look at me, Suzanne, look at me! This is how I'm gonna be come Sunday night! Except that my whole body's gonna be shaking from his jackhammer drilling!"

Suzanne could hardly resist the feast of pussy practically shoved up into her face like that, and pushed two stiff "asparagus stalks" deeper into Susan's needy hole. But she stopped momentarily to shout towards the house, "Katherine! Amy! Can you two come out here for a minute?"

Susan cooed as Suzanne fingered her, "Tell one of them to bring the breast pump." Susan laughed to herself, and said, "And, by the way, you should know that the very thought of a breast pump..."

" ... makes me so hot," Susan and Suzanne said at once, causing them both to laugh.

"But it's true!" Susan insisted once she'd stopped laughing. "It really does excite me terribly. I'm so close to lactating. You saw the drop of milk we squeezed out of my left teat earlier. It's working! I'm going to be Tiger's fuck cow. His moo toy. He's going to milk his mommy ALL day long ... I think about him branding my ass cheek with a great big letter 'A' and it gets me so hot!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. She found Susan's sex cow fantasies a little odd and over the top, even by Susan's recent standards. "I know, I know. But who needs a breast pump when you've got my mouth? All of our mouths, for that matter."

"But Suzanne. He's gonna be back in less than 36 hours, and I've got so far to go! This weekend needs to be all about speeding up the lactation. I want to be gushing milk by tomorrow night! I want geysers of milky goodness to spurt from each tit and cover him in as much milk as he always covers me in cum! We need extreme measures!"

"Relax. There's only so much you can do. You've already made so much progress in such a short ... time..." Suzanne's voice trailed off because her attention was captured by Amy and Katherine.

The two girls came bouncing out to the pool with their usual youthful enthusiasm. The only clothes they wore were half bras to help keep their tits high and firm. All four females generally wore them at times like these when Alan wasn't around. Even the high heels were off, to give their feet a much needed rest. But if any neighbor was lucky enough to look into the Plummer backyard, they would have seen four nude Playboy model-quality beauties.

"Hey Moms!" Amy said brightly, as she idly cupped one of Katherine's ass cheeks, giving it a playful squeeze. "What's up?"

Suzanne looked at her daughter and practically shrieked. "Holy Mother of God! Honey Pie! What happened to you?"

"What, Mother? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your tits, daughter of mine. Is it just me, everybody, or does it look like Amy's growth spurt is increasing the size of her bust by the hour? You look bigger in the chest than Susan and I do!"

Amy giggled. "Oh, that. I wish! No, that's just what happens to them with the push-up half-bras."

"Push-OUT, more like," Suzanne muttered. She thought, Amazing! So much has changed in the last twenty-four hours. I have half a mind to just up and do my own daughter with a strap-on, and now there's nothing stopping me from doing it! But all she said out loud was, "Darling, you look so deliciously fuckable. Sweetie would totally want to bone you."

Susan could see that Katherine, with her comparatively smaller rack, was none too happy with this discussion. She quickly added, "So do you, Angel. Very fuckworthy. Why, I dare say you look at least as fuckable as Amy today, if not more so. It's a good thing Tiger isn't here, 'cos he wouldn't be able to decide which sister to nail first. That half bra makes you look soooo very busty too. We should wear those when he's here instead of when he's not. But it's your hard, tanned, trim, and toned body that really does it for me."

Suzanne belatedly saw the need to be diplomatic because of Katherine's boob-size issues and joined in. "Oh, definitely. Angel, your muscle tone is second to none, compared to all of us softies. You look like you were born and bred to FUCK. In fact, both of you kids look TOO good. Susan, I hate to say it, but the younger generation is taking over."

Katherine blushed in response to the praise and forgot all about Amy's growing boobs. She knew she was easily the most tanned and toned of the group and she particularly loved the "born and bred to fuck" line. For one thing, she loved the word "breed" because it made her think of having Alan's babies. The mere thought of that always got her hormones racing and her pussy wet, even though she knew he said he wasn't going to knock her up for a long time to come (if he had even committed to that, which was frustratingly unclear).

In fact Amy had had an almost freakishly big growth spurt in the last few weeks, with most of it centered on her chest. She'd gone from a D-cup to an E-cup already and showed no sign of stopping. She claimed that she could make her boobs grow through sheer willpower, and that she had decided to make them bigger once the tit-loving Alan had become her official boyfriend.

Katherine knew that explanation was impossible and absurd, but nonetheless she frequently tried to will her tits to grow too. So far she'd had absolutely no success.

Chapter 3

Amy strutted around near the edge of the pool, bending this way and that to proudly show off her impressive cleavage. She asked, "So what's shakin'?"

Suzanne nodded to the bottle of suntan lotion. "Well, aside from your tempting, jiggly twin peaks, I was in the middle of covering Susan with that bottle of Alan's cum when I got an urgent request to insert some imaginary asparagus up her cunt."

Amy and Katherine exclaimed simultaneously, "Alan's cum?! Really?!"

"No, not really," Suzanne admitted with a touch of sadness in her voice. "But with him gone, we have to pretend." She temporarily pulled her soaked fingers out of Susan's pussy, held them up stiffly for the girls to see, and wiggled them around. "That's not why I called you both out here, though. Susan was just talking about big changes, so I thought you two would want to hear what she has to say. Where were you, Mom?"

Susan clarified, while remaining in her awkward ass-up position, "I was just saying that we need new rules. Tiger is the man of the house, and as tempted as I am to obey him in all things, he still needs some parenting. As we've talked about before, Suzanne and I can be a good cop, bad cop duo. But we'll need your help, too. The main thing is, we don't want him to get a big head."

Katherine joked, "Mom, you'd better watch your language there for double meanings. Big head? Maybe you mean he shouldn't get cocky. No, that's no good; we love it when we're all full of cock! He shouldn't have a stick up his butt? No, we all know what THAT starts us thinking about. Let's see. What exactly is the thrust of your point, so to speak? No, that's no good. We can't let him beat around the bush? No, that's dangerous. He shouldn't get stuck on-"

Suzanne interrupted, even as she giggled along with the rest, "All right, daughter. Very amusing. But Susan DOES have a point. And no, not THAT thick, meaty one."

Katherine joked some more, "Speaking of points, do you have any more of that asparagus?" She squatted down and exclaimed as she looked at her pussy, "I could use a stalk right about here!"

"Ooh! Looky, Sister!" Amy said while raising her hand. "Here's a stalk." She winked as she raised her index finger high while keeping the other fingers curled down.

"Well, Aims, get to it. I thought asparagus was for eating, but I like what our mothers are doing with it a lot better."

Amy sat down on the ground right next to the pool. She put her hand over her pussy and kept the index finger pointing straight up.

Katherine then sat down and straddled Amy's lap, impaling herself on the finger. Once the two girls were settled, they turned (most of) their attention to Susan.

Susan resumed, "As I was saying, we have to be careful about inflating his ego too much. Now, I know that we're all aware of what a wonderful guy he is. I also know that we've been saying all kinds of flattering things. He's even starting to warm up to being called master sometimes."