Dad had finally come home.
It had been a couple of weeks since Jonathan Arc returned to his family and he was eager to spend what time he had with them. A huntsman of no small renown, he travelled far and wide, taking the most dangerous jobs he could. He had to. The Arc family couldn't support itself without him. There were just too many of them.
Jaune loved his father. Worshipped him.
How could he not?
Most kids talked about their fathers as shopkeepers, accountants or other boring stuff, but where he was a weak and pathetic geek who liked comics, there was one thing he could take pride in. His huntsman father.
The thought of Jonathan finding out what he'd done to his wife; what he'd done to his daughters?
It was too much.
It was a problem.
It was not a problem Jaune was willing to make worse by relying on his Semblance again, if it even worked on men. He'd used it on his sisters because he wanted to keep them and the family safe. Dad was included in that and was absent enough that he wouldn't be an issue. He was always working to keep the family supplied, and only came back for a few days at a time every week or two. The thought of mom and dad breaking up hurt.
More so the thought of him being the cause.
He told his mom he had a problem, and, before she could drop to her knees, explained what it was and how she could help. Take dad away for a bit. Go on a holiday with him or something. Spend some time away from the family, go see a movie – do romantic things together.
Have fun.
Juniper Arc agreed, obviously.
Jonathan Arc was thrilled at his wife's spontaneous suggestion.
"You lot sure you'll be alright on your own for the weekend?"
"Course." It was Beryl and Crystal who answered in unison but being young and more than willing to act younger, it wasn't surprising that dad looked to Saphron instead.
The responsible one.
"I'll look after everyone. Mom's right; you two should have some time to yourselves."
"I won't say no." Jonathan's smile split his face. He loved them all dearly but having eight children was still having eight children. It could get hectic at times. "Saphron, look after everyone and make sure they stay out of trouble. I've left more than enough money on the side for pizza if you want it. Jaune."
He flinched. Had he been found out? "Y-Yeah?"
"You're the man of the house, kiddo. Make sure no Grimm get close, eh?"
It was a joke of course. They lived in a walled settlement that hadn't seen a Grimm invasion in decades, long before dad arrived and cleared out what little Grimm hovered around. Villages outside the walls fought hard for huntsman and huntress residents, which was why the Arc family could afford such a house in the first place.
Having a huntsman live in your village offered a degree of safety nothing else could.
"Sure thing, dad." Jaune grinned back. "Have fun with mom. Love you both."
"Have fun!" Lavender echoed.
"See ya."
"Bye!"
The eight children watched and waved their parents away, standing outside the house until they'd entered the Taxi and gone out of sight completely. It was like a weight lifting off Jaune's shoulders. With mom gone, she wouldn't have to solve his problems. Better still, Jonathan wouldn't figure anything out and he wouldn't be faced with the temptation of giving into his mother's advances.
Maybe that was what he needed; a chance to break the habit. Detox.
With a full weekend ahead, it looked like he might just get it.
His hand just wasn't cutting it.
Sex was great Jaune had come to realise, but it came with one big downside; masturbation just wasn't as good. Laid on his bed with his pants down, he jerked himself off as best he could, but it just wasn't having the same effect it used to.
It was hard to tell if that was his body getting used to other methods of pleasure or just a sign of his stamina increasing, since he'd managed to last longer under his mother's… uh… assistance than he had the first time. Either way, he'd been trying to knock one out for the last twenty minutes and it wasn't working.
It just wasn't the same.
His bedroom door slammed open.
Jaune freaked and rolled over, yelping out a protest as he tried to hide his erection from view and instead ended up mooning the person who'd come in – no better. "Do you mind!?" he gasped. "I'm busy!"
"You don't look busy," Saphron said, stalking in and looking around. "The others want a movie night. You got that box set mom bought?"
"Uh." He looked down to his cock, firmly in hand, and then back to Saphron. She hadn't mentioned it at all, not even in disgust. Right. This must count as something my Semblance is forcing her to ignore. That's convenient if nothing else. Relaxing, Jaune laid back and hooked an arm under his head, using his other hand to slowly pump his shaft. Something about being able to do it so brazenly made his dick tingle with excitement. "Yeah. I think it's in my wardrobe. Something about there being no space in theirs. Mom always dumps stuff she can't find a spot for in mine."
"I can imagine. We all own a lot more clothes than you do." Saphron walked by the bed and his masturbating form to the wardrobe, opened it and stuck her head in. "You could stand to have a couple more fashion options, little brother. You're not going to impress many girls with ripped jeans and hoodies."
The sheer casualness of the situation had him a little harder than usual. He gripped his length and rubbed his hand slowly up and down.
"I can't find it. Where abouts is it?"
"At the bottom. I can't hang up a box set, Saph."
Tutting, Saphron bent over and started to rummage in the pile of clothes slumped at the base of the wardrobe, pulling some out and aside. As she did, her tight jeans showed off her round ass. Small, tight and perfectly shaped.
Jaune's dick began to twitch.
Shit. Am I really jacking off to my sister?
Yes. Yes, he was.
At least she won't realise. And it's not like this isn't better than being horny and fucking mom.
It wasn't hurting her, so what did it matter?
Watching her butt move up and down as she dug, he started to rub a little harder, licking his lips as he felt his orgasm coming. Finally. He'd been at this for so damn lo-
"Ah! Found it!" Saphron jumped back up, spun and flashed the box set at him. "Cool. Thanks, Jaune."
"No, wait-" He held out a hand to stop her, but Saphron slammed the door behind her, cutting him off right before his climax. "Shit. Okay, think of her. Think of her." He closed his eyes, imagined her ass and tried to knock one out.
It wasn't working.
"Fuck." Slumping back, he gave up. "I was so close."
His penis twitched in agreement.
This isn't working. I need to find a solution before I do something I regret. Again.
Pushing his erection back into his pants and buckling up, he made his way outside and into the hallway. From the sound of it, most of the girls were downstairs. He wasn't actually sure what he was looking for, but if it included his sisters, it was out of the question.
"Maybe a cold shower will help…"
If it helped cool him off, he could get by. Maybe if he just let his horniness build, he'd have an easier time knocking one out. Making his way to the bathroom, he tested the door. Find it open, he pushed his way inside.
"Huh?" The sound of the shower on full flow reached him right as Gemma's voice did. "Who is it?"
Jaune cringed. "Ah…"
"Jaune!? Jaune!" He heard Gemma cover herself in the shower. She needn't have bothered. The glass was frosted. He couldn't see anything. "Get out! Oh my god!"
"You left the door open!"
"Then my bad," she said sarcastically. "But seriously, get out! I'm in here."
"Sorry!"
Spinning back around, he wrestled with the door – fighting past the thrill of excitement he felt in his stomach dipping down to his groin. He got the door open and made to leave…
Only to pause.
Swallowing, he closed the door. With himself on the inside.
"Jaune?" Gemma pulled the sliding door back just enough to poke her head out. Her golden hair was lank and sticking to her body. "What the fuck are you doing? Get out!"
"I… I don't want to."
"What!?"
Taking a deep breath, Jaune looked right at her. "I'm horny. I need to jerk off or I'm going to burst. Can… Can I watch you have a shower?"
It was a stupid question; he wasn't sure why he even asked it. Course, that didn't matter much. It was a strange and unusual question, so Gemma blinked once, rationalised his presence however she had to and went back inside the cubicle. She pulled the door shut behind her and started to wash herself again.
It worked. Again…
Feeling all the more nervous, Jaune tip-toed his way to the toilet and sat down on it.
Gemma's body was indistinct through the frosted glass windows of the shower. A vague shape of pink under the hot water, with yellow hair that fell down her back as she ran her hands through it. The steam also covered her, leaving him with little more than an outline to look at. Even so, he pulled down his pants and started to masturbate. He'd take what he could get.
He was more excited than he had been before, both with Saphron and on his own. He could see less of her than he could a woman on an online video, but this was a real girl and infinitely sexier for it, even if she was his own sister.
Especially because it was his own sister.
This isn't working. Peeking was nice, but he didn't have a proper view. Standing suddenly, he stepped out of his pants and hurried over, opening the shower cubicle to give himself a proper view.
Steam and water splashed out.
Gemma ignored it. Revealed in all her glory, Gemma had her back to him and was busy lathering shampoo into her long hair, working it through the strands. Her body was much thinner and fitter than mom's but was still that of a woman and not a schoolgirl. She had gentle, curved hips, a round bubble butt and smooth, wet skin. His eyes traced a drop of water as it ran down the small of her back and between her beautiful cheeks.
His hand flew to his cock, jacking it. Better. This was better. Perfect, even. The water on her skin, the way she moved, the light reflected off her wet body. Jaune's hand moved faster and faster still and it felt like he might lose it at any moment.
He stopped before he could.
Why not get a better view?
It wasn't like he wasn't perving on her already. Whether he did so her back or her front, he was still doing it. If he was already going this far then he might as well go all the way. Besides, it wouldn't hurt her. Gemma didn't even notice.
Pulling his shirt off his head and dumped it behind him, Jaune stepped naked into the shower and pulled the door shut behind him. The water was hot, but his body was hotter. Adjusting to it quickly, he held his breath and tried to step around Gemma to get a view of her body in all its glory.
There wasn't enough space. The shower cubicle was too small for two people and with his back pressed against the wall, there wasn't the room to sneak around her.
Tentatively, he reached out and touched her arms. Gemma didn't react, though he did, stiffening slightly at the feel of her warm skin under his fingertips.
Fuck, Jaune. You've touched your sister on the shoulder before. Where is all this coming from?
Before he could lose it or do something stupid, he pulled her just a little out the way and slid around her. He came to a stop under the showerhead itself, back to the tiled wall and his front to Gemma's as she showered away.
God, she was gorgeous.
He'd thought her ass spectacular, but her tits were better still. They were almost as big as mom's, but they were much younger and all the perkier for it. Big enough for gravity to take hold off, but small enough that they didn't sag. Easily a D or an E-cup, she put plenty of the girls at school to shame. Better still, her nipples were rosy little pink nubs that stuck out in the hot water. Without thinking, Jaune started to rub his dick once more.
"Yeah. That's it."
"What's it?" Gemma asked, not seeing anything wrong with what was happening, with him being in the shower with her.
"Your body, sis. It's sexy." He watched some soap suds drip down the crevasse of her breasts and trail over her flat stomach down to a light dusting of pubic hair. "You really do have mom's figure, except younger and firmer."
"Hm. Yeah." Gemma rubbed a hand over her breasts, washing them.
"Fuck. That's it. Just like that…"
He was so enraptured by her body that he didn't think anything of letting go of her. He didn't expect it would make a difference, not when he was already occupying the space under the shower and watching his naked sister with hungry eyes.
Gemma had different plans. She'd been standing in the middle of the shower until he pushed her aside, and although she hadn't thought anything of him doing so, she also didn't think anything of his presence there in the first place.
Without his hand holding her back, she stepped forward again, resuming her old position.
Jaune froze.
Gemma was touching him. Not intentionally, but she'd come too close and his cock had been pushed up. She was roughly the same height as him, which meant his dick had been squashed up and the head of it was now resting on her stomach, just below her navel.
Fuuuuck…
Her skin was so soft. So hot. The hot water running down her stomach and over his cock wasn't helping, nor was how she moved slightly as she washed and caused his penis to rub up against her stomach.
Slowly, he started to move his hips, literally rubbing his dick on his sister's belly. His balls felt like they were on fire. Despite not touching his dick at all, it felt like he was on the verge of an orgasm, and in the most embarrassing way.
Still, it worked.
"Fuck. Yeah. I'm close. Just hold on, Gemma."
Gemma met his gaze – and then leaned forward.
His heart skipped a beat. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her stomach pinned his cock against his own and her hand reached over his shoulder. Instinctively, he parted his lips and waited for the kiss.
She turned the water off behind him.
"H-Huh…?"
And then, without a moment's hesitation or thought for him and his aching need, she opened the shower cubicle and stepped out, pulling a towel off the nearby rack and wrapping it around her hair. A pink and fluffy dressing gown hung on the door was thrown over her shoulders and she stepped out of the bathroom, still dripping water on the floor.
Jaune's entire body felt cold. Empty.
"Hey! Wait."
Again? First Saphron walked out while he was mid-wank, and now Gemma after getting him so worked up? It wasn't fair.
It wasn't happening.
Pulling the shower door open, Jaune stepped out completely naked and soaked to the bone. He left his clothes on the floor at the toilet, sure someone else would deal with them later, and ran to the door, yanking it open.
Gemma's bedroom door closed.
He pushed in after her.
"Jaune?" she asked, sparing him a quick and confused glance. Her eyes didn't widen at his naked form, but she recognised him as entering. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong is that you got me all hot and bothered and then left. You think that's fair?"
He wasn't thinking straight, and after what she'd done, he could barely think of anything but her naked body. It was all hidden now, both by the dressing gown and the towel around her hair. She was sat on the edge of her bed with a small pile of clothes beside her.
Moving over, he pulled the towel off her head, letting her damp hair fall down across her shoulders and breasts. "Lay down," he whispered.
Gemma did no such thing.
It's not like mom, he realised. Mom will actually take actions if I ask her to, but Gemma will only ignore actions or things me or mom say. She won't actively do anything I want; just ignore anything I do.
That wasn't so bad.
Feeling brave, Jaune placed both hands on her shoulders and gave her a solid push. Gemma fell back and bounced on the mattress. She didn't complain at the rough treatment and instead tried to sit back up again.
Climbing up, he sat on her legs to stop her, holding one hand down on her shoulder to keep her still. "Stay there," he said, knowing she wouldn't pay attention at all. "You're going to help me. Okay, sis? It's not ideal but… well, it's not like you'll even notice."
His Semblance either had a mind of its own or Gemma's was making a few acrobatic leaps to reach its goal. She couldn't ignore him while he was sat on her. Instead, she changed her mind from sitting up at all and reached for her scroll. Without paying him or his raging boner any mind, she started to text someone. Probably a friend.
"Heh. Fine with me."
The dressing gown had to go. He wanted her tits out again. It was pinned under her, but he undid the knot of her belt and dragged it up and out, tossing it over his shoulder. His hands dipped between the folds of it and tasted her soft, silky skin.
He took a second to enjoy it. Enjoy the feeling of his hands in her clothing.
And then, he pushed it open.
Gemma's beautiful breasts were still damp, glistening. They fell slightly to either side thanks to gravity but looked so fresh and smooth that he couldn't bring himself to care. He reached for one, only to pause.
If I touch her, I'm going to go too far. I thought the whole point of controlling them was just to keep me and mom safe. It wasn't to take advantage.
It hadn't been, but he had needs. Temptation. And mom was out with dad.
Still, did he want to take that step? Did he really want to do that to one of his sisters while she couldn't even react or know about it?
Biting his lip, Jaune drew his hand back.
"I-I'll just look," he said, both to himself and to her. "It's okay if I just look, right? I've already seen it so… it's not like it makes a difference."
It would be enough. It had to be. Pulling himself up a little so that he had his knees on either side of her hips, Jaune took hold of his shaft and began to stroke himself. Slowly at first, then with more urgency. His eyes were locked onto her smooth stomach, her tits, and then her face, distracted as she texted away.
His pace picked up. It was working. He was finally cumming.
Staring hungrily down on his naked sister, he felt his orgasm approaching. Desperately looking around, he grabbed the first thing he could and held it over his cock, folding the soft material around it and throwing his head back.
"Ugh! Ahhhh! Yes!"
It felt like molten lava running through him. It was so much more than any time he'd masturbated before. His dick spasmed in the black cloth he'd grabbed, soaking it with his cum. As he rode the sensation down, his hips stopped moving and he sat back down on Gemma's legs, breathing heavily.
Well, at least I kept it all off her. Something to be said for that.
Looking down, he opened his hand and pulled up the piece of cloth he'd used as a cum rag. It was a set of black satin knickers with a little delicate frill on the edges. It was also soaked through and sticky in his hands.
"Ew."
He dropped them without thinking.
The knickers fell with a wet splat on Gemma's stomach, spilling a little of his seed on her skin.
Gemma blinked, made a sound of confusion and made to sit. Panicked, Jaune fell back, slipping off her entirely as she sat up and looked down at the cum-stained underwear that had now fallen into her lap.
He winced and waited for her to say something.
"Oh." Gemma picked it up and looked at it. It was soaked through and dripped sticky essence. "Guess I should get dressed."
Standing, Gemma bent over in front of his face, held the knickers before her and stepped into them. She drew them up without complaint, sliding the wet material up her long legs until it reached her crotch. Jaune had a first-seat view to her neatly trimmed mound disappearing.
"Hm."
Apparently feeling something, Gemma adjusted and pulled it up a little more, shaking her hips. His seed was locked within, pushed up against her pussy. He could see the bulge; could see the wet patch. He was unable to look away as a tiny bit of his cum seeped out the edges and dribbled down the inside of her thigh.
Face on fire and the heady mix of guilt and regret settling in, Jaune fled.
If he'd thought working some of his frustrations out earlier would make life easier, he was wrong.
Groaning, Jaune held a hand over his face. "What are you lot wearing!?"
"Hm? What's the problem?" Saphron looked up from the sofa she was sat on. She, along with all of his siblings, had decided to have movie night in their pyjamas. Not something mom would have usually allowed. Saphron wore a tank top that clung all too perilously to her breasts and exposed a little of her stomach.
"Geez. Don't get so wound up, bro," Crystal said, laid on the floor facing the TV along with her sister, Beryl. The two had long shirts on and some shorts, but their legs were bare.
"Yeah," Beryl agreed. "We're all siblings. Not like it's a big deal."
"Come on." Hazel pulled on his arm and dragged him down onto a sofa between her and her twin, Rose. Each wore a long, knee-length camisole in blue and cream respectively, and their long legs were bare, linked out in front of them.
Neither of them noticed his problem – since thankfully he'd kept his jeans on. But it wouldn't have mattered if they had. They'd have ignored it as well as anything else. Still, after what he'd been through before, this felt like the worst torture.
Hazel and Rose sat on either side, while Saphron had a single-seater to herself and Gemma was sat on a dining room chair dragged into the living room. The twins, Beryl and Crystal, were laid flat on their stomachs in front of them in that too close to the screen way most young siblings did. Lavender was sat on a small pile of cushions cross-legged and to the side, by far the most interested in being able to stay up later than usual and watch a movie with them.
"You lot really are too tempting. If I wasn't your brother…"
None of them said anything back. Apparently, even compliments like that were considered unusual or out of place for him.
Just ride it out. Focus on the movie.
To his relief, it wasn't a romance – and certainly not porn. It was some silly comedy about something or other; he barely noticed it. After everything that had been going on recently, his mind wouldn't stop conjuring up images. His eyes couldn't find anywhere safe to settle.
Look down at his lap and he'd see either the tent he was pitching or Hazel and Rose's legs against his. Sometimes when they laughed, they'd bump or rub their thighs against him. Neither thought anything of it, of course. Why would they? He was their brother.
Gemma was sat on her own and still wore the dressing gown she had earlier. Though it was closed now, his mind happily filled in the details of what it would look like hanging around her hips instead. His eyes dipped lower and he wondered if she was still wearing the underwear soiled with his cum.
Saphron belly-laughed and drew his eye. She was leaning back and laughing, her tank top riding up to expose more of her midriff and, to his horror, a little bit of under boob. Jaune snapped his eyes away, forward.
Lavender. Lavender was safe.
No.
Not even she was free from temptation. Unlike the others, his younger sister was too small to be showing off any impressive cleavage or sexy curves, but just the sight of her small body curled up near his feet was enough to get his pulse racing.
Beryl and Crystal?
"Ugh. D-Damn it."
Laid flat on their stomachs, the twins' legs were kicking lazily through the air behind them. Their shorts might have been fine for bed, but they didn't even fully cover their butts. Skinnier compared to their older siblings, their short, thin legs looked smooth and nubile. His eyes traced them down to their tight asses, so much more athletic than Gemma's or mom's.
Any of the seven had his mind wandering. Each of them tempted him.
Hazel laughed and slapped a hand down on her thigh. The sound of it made him swallow and when he glanced over without thinking about it, he could just make out the shape of her left breast through her camisole.
She wasn't wearing a bra underneath.
"Fuck it. I can't handle this anymore!"
Reaching down, Jaune unbuckled his belt and kicked his trousers off, throwing them on the floor. His penis snapped up, slipping through the hole in his boxers to taste the cool evening air. He pulled his shirt up, too and let it fall behind the sofa, leaving him naked but for a pair of boxers that didn't even hide him from view.
Hazel's hand was soft as he took it and forced it down onto his shaft. Her fingers curled lightly around it on reflex alone. Holding her wrist, he gently forced her to stroke him up and down, delighting in the tingling sensation of her soft fingers on his sensitive skin.
Hazel continued to watch the movie with a smile.
"You're all responsible for this," he said. "I tried to resist. You lot kept pushing me."
Leaning back, he kept his hand holding Hazel's on his cock, knowing that she'd let go and do something else if he didn't. He swept his legs up and over hers, laying back across both his sister's laps. Rose made space for him without comment or conscious thought, letting him rest his head between her thighs, staring up at her bountiful breasts.
"That has to go."
Using his free hand, he reached up for her collar and dragged the camisole down. Rose was dragged with it in what couldn't have been a pleasant way, but when her shoulders came down to close to his, he was able to slip the shoulder bands down her arms so that the fabric slipped down, exposing her.
Smaller than Gemma and mom. Probably a c-cup. Holding one, he pulled her down to his mouth and began to suckle on her teat, all the while using Hazel's hand to jerk himself off.
"Hm. Mm." Fuck, he'd looked at so many tits all day, but this was his first chance to play with a pair. Rose's were great. Amazing, even. "Taste better than mom's. Maybe I should trade her in for a newer model. What do you think, Rose?"
Rose's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing hitched.
Jaune froze. Shit. Was she feeling this? His panic mounted and the only reason he didn't bolt was because he knew she shouldn't. Cautiously, he licked at Rose's nipple again and noticed her stomach twitch.
She could feel it. She was feeling all of it.
But she still didn't react.
It's the difference between mom and them, he realised. I told them to rationalise what they saw and felt and not act unusual, but I didn't tell them not to feel it. They can feel everything; they just don't understand what they're feeling and won't ever act like it's unusual.
Was that why Juniper never reacted to him having sex with her? No orgasms and no lust? Because he'd told her to treat it like it was normal.
You didn't get sexually excited by something that was normal.
"I can work with this…"
He fondled and played with her for a little longer, watching Rose's muted reactions and delighting in the way she tried to hide them. While he couldn't act unusual in her eyes, she could in the others and clearly didn't want to draw attention to herself. He wondered if she thought she was just turned on, or if she couldn't think what it was at all and only feel it.
The mystery was enticing. Maddening.
Despite it, both Rose's breasts and Hazel's hand, soft as it was, weren't enough for him. There was no motion to it, no friction. Mom was better at jerking him off because she put some effort into it, but Hazel and Rose weren't even conscious of what they were doing. She could feel her hand on something, but she wasn't invested.
It was half-hearted.
Pushing himself off their laps, he stooped in to force a kiss on each in turn, pushing his tongue into their mouths and swirling it around. They tasted of almond ice-cream, the dessert they'd had before, and while they didn't get into it like his mother did – thinking kissing her son perfectly normal – their lack of reaction might have been more down to his lack of skill than anything.
They felt it. Their red cheeks proved that. He left them behind, tops pulled down and tits on display.
Gemma was next, though only for a moment. He stalked over to her, blocking her view of the TV entirely, and pulled open her dressing gown once more. Her huge D-cup breasts swung free, and this time he didn't hesitate to grasp and play with them. He tweaked the nipples, rubbed them together and then, after a moment's thought, pulled her down and pushed his hard cock up between them, squeezing her boobs around his length as he tit-fucked his big sister.
Her lips parted and her brows drew down. She didn't act like he was in front of her at all, and while a little blood rushed to her breasts and turned them a healthy pink colour, she made no sound. He wondered if she'd felt this before.
If she'd given guys tit-fucks before.
"God, Gem. You're such a slut. Like mother, like daughter I guess." Her lack of a response excited him. "Nothing to say? Guess it's hard to make excuses. I bet you still have my cum all over your pussy."
Pulling away from her wonderfully squishy tits, he pulled her legs apart and laughed.
"You do!"
The underwear was dry now, but it had become crinkly and crusty. He peeled it apart and laughed even louder as he noticed dried cum sticking across her lips, mound and pubic hair. She'd had that on her pretty much all day.
"You're always walking around like some kind of fancy lady, but here you are with your own brother's cum all over you. What does that say?" When she didn't answer, he stood up and lifted his cock with one hand, moved his hips to her face and let his dick fall on her cheek with a wet slap. She flinched and her eyes darted around.
For good measure, he cock-slapped her again. This time, she brought her hand up, accidentally rubbing his dick against her skin. Only for a moment, though. She soon went back to normal.
There were more to focus on. He couldn't remain on one for any amount of time.
Lavender. Oh, Lavender. She was so young and small, but for some reason that didn't matter to him. He crept up behind her and scooped her back onto his lap, earning a surprised yelp and a glance back from her.
"Big brother!? What are you doing?"
"Groping you," he replied, pushing a hand straight down her pyjama bottoms. "Feeling your pussy."
Lavender nodded, her little ringlets swaying about curly. "Okay. As long as you're not trying to take me to bed."
He laughed.
"Not exactly what I had in mind."
Her pussy was bare of hair and her slit was small. Only a year and a half younger than him, she had finished developing but just come out so much smaller than her sisters, both in height and proportions. Maybe all the juice went into making the others and none had been left for her. He didn't mind. Her pussy gripped his finger like a vice, and although she gasped and made little sounds, she didn't complain.
She definitely feels it. It's just that she can't acknowledge it. I wonder what she thinks is happening to her. He squeezed her small breasts experimentally and watching as she stifled a moan with one hand and looked to her sisters, afraid to have been heard.
Adorable. He wanted to see how far he could push her – see how much it would take for her to break and start moaning, groaning and screaming in pleasure.
Pulling her top up over her shoulders, he exposed her little A-cup breasts, barely more than mounds on a flat chest. The nipples were small, pink and fully erect, however. He leaned down to nibble on one and found her cute little gasps the best reaction. I guess small breasts really are more sensitive.
He wanted to spend more time with her, but felt his control already slipping and he didn't want to hurt Lavender by rushing things. As the smallest girl there, she had to be a virgin and tight as fuck. As the only sister who doted and trusted her brother, he wanted to make her first time a pleasurable one.
Good things to come to those who wait, he thought, planting a fast and sloppy kiss on her lips and depositing her back down on the cushions. Lavender panted and squirmed, one hand sliding under her body to surreptitiously touch herself.
"Wait for me, Lavender. I'll fuck you properly another time."
Lavender brought her hand back with a little of her arousal on it. Embarrassed, she wiped it off on her pillow and buried her face in it.
So cute.
He had to move on. Before he took her right then and there. The twins made tempting targets, and for them and their constant teasing and pranks, he felt far less concern.
Beryl and Crystal each had a pixie cut, short hair that only just touched their ears. It gave them a boyish look which, combined with their love of sports, left them the tomboys of the village. If there was one thing they were, however, it was annoying. Be it loud music, pranks or just them kicking their legs around while everyone was trying to watch a movie, they'd to it. They were popular in school and could get away with anything.
They often did.
Catching Beryl's ankles, he pushed her feet down flat and ran his hands up the backs of her legs. Thin, athletic limbs that bristled with strength. He took pleasure in rubbing up her thighs, up onto her satin shorts, where he gripped and squeezed her cheeks hard.
Beryl flinched and looked back at him. She didn't say anything or react to his presence, but she reached back to adjust her shorts, pulling them up her ass.
Without hesitation, he gripped the hem of her shorts and dragged them back down again, down to her knees, then removed his boxers and settled himself behind her, taking his rock-hard cock in hand and lining it up with her small, cute pussy.
"You a virgin, Beryl?"
She glanced back, none the wiser. "What?"
"Nothing much. Just asking if I should go easy on you when I fuck you in the pussy."
"Yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."
"Tch. Guess that answers it for me."
Beryl gasped as he pushed his cock against her, leaning all his weight down to force his cock into her tight opening. She grunted and pushed her face down against the cushion she'd been leaning on, gripping the edges with tight hands.
"Are you okay?" Crystal whispered to her sister.
Embarrassed and unsure why she felt that way, Beryl looked over and smiled weakly. "I'm okay…"
"Yeah, Crystal," Jaune echoed, laid atop her twin. "She's fine."
He wasn't. Her pussy was so tight that he thought she might cut his cock off entirely. Pulling her legs wider apart, he adjusted himself a little and pushed in deeper – pausing when he came to what felt like a barrier.
"Guess you're a virgin after all. Or were. Want me to take that for you?"
He didn't expect an answer and didn't wait for one. While his Semblance kept them from reacting to him, it might not stop them reacting to Beryl screaming out. As such, he held his hand over her mouth and gripped tight, his other hand on the floor to support him. With a deep breath, he readied himself.
And then pushed through Beryl's hymen.
"HNN!" Beryl bucked under him. A brief sound was muffled into his hand and she shook her head quickly. There was no escaping under his weight, however. Crystal looked over, concerned, but since Beryl couldn't say anything or move and Crystal couldn't perceive why, she eventually shrugged and went back to the movie, assuming Beryl okay.
She wasn't.
"You… asked for this," Jaune grunted. Too tight. Too hot. The temptation to start pounding away was strong, but he held himself still. "Just get used to it. You'll be fine. Not like I've got a monster cock or anything…"
Beryl squirmed beneath him for a few moments, but he felt her muscles relax their hold on his dick, and she started to relax. The pain must have started to fade. He kept his hand over her mouth, however, not quite sure what her reaction would be if he fucked her properly.
Probably nothing. They'd ignore whatever led to him acting strange.
"I'm going to start moving now," he whispered, already doing just that. Beryl's tight vaginal walls clung to him as he pulled out and pushed back in. She gasped into the palm of his hand. Her small ass was pushed up against his hips and he bounced atop it, fucking her with short, frantic thrusts. "You're so much tighter than mom, Beryl. Hell. You're the second girl I've ever had sex with."
His own sister.
It should have disgusted him.
It didn't.
It turned him on.
Jaune pushed down and started to fuck her harder. He was taller than her, so her legs were pinned under his, her body under his and he still had his shoulders and head above hers as he laid flat on top of her. She couldn't move a muscle under him.
Letting go of her mouth, he stuffed the corner of her pillow into it before she could make a sound – cutting off a moan halfway. His hands free, he continued to use his hips to fuck her senseless, reaching over to Crystal beside her.
Almost identical to her sister, Crystal's narrow face and pixie cut made her look something like a fairy herself. Bright blue eyes stayed locked on the screen even as Jaune ran his hand over her back, stroked her hips and then dipped his hand down in between her legs, fondling her pussy through her tight, satin shorts.
Crystal's knees rubbed together as she tried to hide the display. The young girl panted into her own cushion, unknowing that she was being groped, or that beside her, her twin sister was being raped.
He was close to cumming in Beryl. His balls tingled and his breath came out in sharp gasps. He could feel it building, his dick expanding inside her tight canal.
"N-Not yet."
Pulling out was the hardest thing he'd ever done. His dick felt like he'd shoved it in a freezer. His balls twitched. His hips were almost moving to shove it back into Beryl's sore cunt, but he held back. The girl gasped and twitched on the floor, her sex opening and closing as she adjusted to the lack of him inside her. She looked too tired to move, too shocked to get up and leave.
Good. He still wanted her there.
Sliding over, he grabbed Crystal's shoulder and rolled her over, onto her back. She tilted her head back to keep watching the TV, ignoring him entirely as he gripped her top and dragged it up over her shoulders and arms, then threw it away. Little B-cup breasts greeted him, but he couldn't be content with just those. Not anymore. Without stopping, he dragged her shorts down her legs, pulled them over her feet and then balled them up and pushed the fabric into her mouth, gagging her.
Her eyes widened and she made to spit them out, only to have his hand clamp over and lock them in place.
"Sorry, Crystal," he grunted, spreading her legs with one hand and holding himself against her. "I can't waste time on foreplay. I need it now."
Crystal glanced up towards him, confused. Confused at the cryptic words or the shorts in her mouth. His naked body on top of hers – or his hard cock pushing into her virgin pussy didn't register. Just the words.
The sight of those eyes growing wide as he took her was worth the wait.
The pain that flashed across her face, the panic – shot right through him and into his balls. "Mrffllll!" Crystal whined and shook her head left and right, trying to understand what was happening. Her legs kicked a little, but with his hips between her and those being wider than her own, she couldn't even close her legs behind his back. Instead, she kicked them into the air and struggled to escape the oppressive feeling she couldn't understand.
His other sisters ignored it all and watched the movie, heedless of Crystal's plight.
With one hand, he gripped both of her wrists and pinned them down above her head. His other roamed, stroking her short hair, her cheek, her neck, her small tits and her flat, athletic stomach. His sisters were all so beautiful. So sexy. How had he never noticed that before?
Some were womanly, others were athletic, each with their own sizes, feel and quirks, but they were all of them so absolutely fuckable. He couldn't imagine a world in which his dick wasn't buried inside one of them.
This was right.
This was perfect.
"Oh Crystal!"
Falling flat atop her, Jaune hammered away into his sister. He released her hands, but she couldn't do anything other than bat them against him. He wrapped his under her back and up, so that he was gripping onto the back of her shoulders and pulling her down even harder onto his cock.
"This is what you get," he panted. "Teasing me. Bullying me. Calling me a nerd. Calling my comics geeky. Being such a bitch of a sister." His eyes flicked to Beryl, still face down to the side and trying to gather herself. "Both of you."
Pulling Crystal up, but keeping her locked against him, he carried her over to her twin sister and laid her down on Beryl's back. He slotted Crystal's ass into the small of Beryl's back and laid her so that they were back to back, but Crystal draping over Beryl's head a little. Their pussies weren't right next to one another, but they were close enough. Pulling out of Crystal suddenly, he drew his body down a little and pushed back into Beryl.
"You're both fucking sluts. Think you're so high and mighty because you're fit and popular. Yeah? Well here you are being fucked on the living room floor by your brother and no one is moving a muscle to help you."
Panting, he slammed into Beryl three or four times, then drew out and pushed back into Crystal again, repeating the process over and over. The feel of their muscles clamping down on him, mixed with the occasional blast of cool air and then the sudden re-entering, was the best thing he'd ever felt. The pained and frustrated whines they made past their gags was the best thing he'd ever heard.
"I'm going to cum into you. Which one will it be? Which one gets their brother's spunk?"
The twins quivered and panted beneath him but otherwise had no answer. That was fine. More fun for him in finding out. Biting his lip, he started to fuck them faster, only three strokes each and then a quick change, fucking the other beneath or on top. His hands alternated between Crystal's tits facing up or groping down and under to fondle Beryl's. Their other siblings watched the movie over their heads, occasionally talking or laughing at a joke on the screen.
Beryl won.
Or lost.
He didn't care to ask which she thought it was.
Running his cock down her ass and pushing into her, Jaune felt his orgasm approach. "It's all yours Beryl!" he yelled, hilting himself deep within her. His dick twitched once within her and then erupted, flooding the smaller girl with stick, incestuous sperm.
He felt her body tremble and her pussy clamp down on his. Heard a small groan from below.
Holy shit. She'd orgamsed as well.
He'd actually made his sister cum.
Ha! Maybe he was getting better at this. Or maybe she was just a kinky little slut.
He remained inside of her until there was nothing more he could give. Her body had gone slack, though he waited for her to stop squeezing him before he pulled out, enjoying the feeling of her clenching down.
As he pulled out, a little sperm dribbled down out her pussy and down onto the floor. Smearing his cock under it to catch some, he brought it up to Crystal's wet lips and pushed his cock inside. "Consolation prize for you, sis."
Crystal shivered at the intrusive feeling.
Falling back on his ass, Jaune looked down at the twins. Both naked, one face-down and the other laid flat on her back, breasts rising and falling with each breath as she panted around a pair of shorts shoved in her mouth. Semen dripped from Beryl's pussy, while Crystal's looked red and sore. He stared at them, waiting for the guilt and disgust to hit, as it had so many times before with his mother.
It didn't.
This felt…
Good? No. Amazing…
He could do whatever he wanted to them, whenever he wanted, and there wasn't a damn thing they could do about it. Jaune threw his head back and laughed. Pushing himself up, he stumbled over to Saphron, still watching the TV with a happy smile.
"Nothing, Saph? Dad asked you to look after everyone and look at the twins." Heaving, panting and with their legs twitching. "I just raped them right in front of you and you don't even care? Heh." He grinned. "Maybe you enjoyed watching it."
Saphron sipped at her soda.
Moving closer, he tapped her knee. "Move over, Saph. I want to sit down."
"Here? There's not enough room." It was a single-seater. "Can't you sit with Rose and Hazel?"
"Not if I want to finger your pussy, I can't."
"Oh." Saphron adjusted herself slightly to let him get in beside her. "Okay."
She didn't object when he sat down, nor when he gripped her thighs and pulled her up onto his lap. She didn't say anything when he spread her legs over his knees, shoved one hand down her pants or the other up her tank top, fondling her tits. She just leaned back and bit her lip, enjoying the sensation.
Saphron shivered when he pushed her panties down and shoved his dick up into them, pulling them back up again and trapped his cock insider her underwear with her. Soft, but still wet from both his cum and his sisters' juices. Saphron drew a shuddering breath and shifted around the three fingers he was fucking her with.
Against all odds, her hands slipped down, and two of her fingers joined his own.
Saphron was fingering herself from his teasing. His own sister was masturbating in front of him and all the others without a care in the world, without him forcing her at all. He couldn't believe it. How many times had she done this?
"You little slut, Saph. I can't believe you!"
Laughing, he took his fingers out of her, making her gasp, then slipped his dick between her fingers and pussy. Saphron adjusted to it without conscious thought, now no longer rubbing her lips with her fingers, but instead pushing his own semi-hard member against herself. She was masturbating using his dick.
Best part was, she'd started to grind her ass into his hips subtly, seeking the pleasure without realising who was giving it. For all she knew, she was touching herself on the seat and the arm rests were keeping her actions hidden.
All of this. All of this was possible due to his Semblance. All of it and more.
"You're all my bitches now." Jaune said, reaching around to grip Saphron's breasts and play with them. "Every single one of you. Any time I want a fuck, you're there for it. If I want to cum in someone's mouth, you swallow. If I want to tie you down and video you getting fucked, then upload it on the internet, then that's my right. Got it?"
A chorus of distracted agreements, hums or noncommittal sounds. That and Beryl and Crystal whining around their gangs, still dripping cum on the floor.
Just the way he liked it.