Fantasy Harem – Mia

Author’s Note:

You may have seen that I previously published “Fantasy Harem Pt. 01 Ch. 01: Mia”.

That was merely a prototype for this, and I plan to delete it later.

If you haven’t read it, don’t bother, just read this one.

If you have already read it, please read this one too. You’ll notice it’s nearly 10 times as long, even if it starts out the same.

I’ll be doing this–replacing the prototypes–with the rest of my published chapters moving forward.

At the end of this chapter, I have an overview of the series, so you get an idea of the rest of the stuff I’m writing in this framework.

Enjoy!

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Fantasy Harem Chapter 1: Mia

I was woken abruptly by a weight bearing down on my legs. Jerking awake, I tried to sit up, only to find my arms held me back, as my wrists were tied to the bedposts above my head. Falling back, I looked down to find an alarming sight. My little sister (step-sister, technically) was straddling my legs, looking right at my face, giving me a shit-eating grin, totally naked, and stroking my hard cock in both of her hands.

This was certainly unprecedented. I can’t really claim it was unexpected, however. Mia had been trying to seduce me for months. “Accidental” nudity, dropping things just so she could bend over and rub her ass against me, sitting herself in my lap and grinding her ass in my crotch, breaking rules just so she had an excuse to ask for punishment in the form of spanking—the works. Staying true to my Brotherly Duty, I deflected her sexual shenanigans and resisted her constant attempts at seduction.

However, neither of those seemed to be an option. She had really learned her knots; I could barely move my wrists. When I tried to twist my hips to dislodge her, I found that she had restrained my ankles with equal proficiency. My only options to avoid fucking my baby sister were to wiggle my whole body so that she can’t keep her grip–which would probably hurt my dick if her grip doesn’t let up, plus I would have to keep it up until she gave up, which isn’t gonna happen–or force myself to go soft through sheer willpower and thinking about old people. Neither one was going to work.

There’s something you need to understand about my little step-sister Mia. She is unreasonably attractive. This petite girl is only 4’10” tall, with flawless lightly tanned skin and a slender figure with a slight hourglass shape, perky B-cups topped with cute pink nipples and areolas. Deep blue eyes, a cute button nose, and kissable lips are framed by chin-length curly golden-blonde hair.

A 21-year-old college student, Mia has the nubile body of a teenager, the ability to harness the charm of the most adorable, precocious 8 year old girl you’ve ever seen, and has absolutely none of the innocence that might imply.

Her every curve, every movement, every sound she makes, it’s all unbelievably cute. And that cuteness turns into sexiness when coupled with her absolute lack of innocence and willful lasciviousness. And that’s not even mentioning the fact that I love her more than anything…

So believe me when I say there was no way my pillar was going to fall with her straddling me and stroking my cock in her tiny, dexterous hands.

Once I had fully woken up and thought through my options, she seemed to know the exact moment when I realized that I was fucked. Or rather, that she was going to be fucked. Using me.

My cock pulsed as I finally let myself look at my sister in all her nude glory. Her perky tits pointed hard nipples almost straight ahead, and I could see the cleft of her labia glisten pink with her obvious arousal. A drop of her excitement dripped between her legs as I watched, mesmerized.

My shaft was painfully hard as she scooted up to straddle my groin. She pressed her slick, wet labia against the bottom of my shaft and shifted her hips slowly forward and back. Forward to the head, back to the root.

I didn’t fight her as she lifted her hips and pointed my cock upward. I just stared at her glistening, pretty pink cunt as she spread her lips with a couple fingers and started descending toward my tip. Finally nesting in her cleft, she slowly impaled herself on my erection. I could feel her lower lips stretch deliciously around my head as she pushed slowly.

After a few seconds, she winced as I felt a barrier. Fully determined to get this over with, she lifted up an inch and then dropped all of her weight right on me, my cock splitting her hymen and penetrating all the way to the root. She cringed as she fought the pain of being impaled so quickly on her first time, and fell forward onto my chest.

Maybe she wanted to hide her pain, maybe she just wanted to recover, I don’t know. All I know is I would have hugged her tight if I could move my arms. I did manage to plant a kiss on the top of her head.

I really did love her, and seeing her in pain was never fun, even if it was totally self-inflicted and against my declared wishes.

I say ‘declared’ wishes because I had told her no, I would not fuck her.

My real wishes were coming true at that moment as I savored the tight, warm, wet hole that was gripping my dick, and the realization of finally being inside my lovely, bratty sister’s tiny, sexy body.

After half a minute or so, she pushed herself back up and looked me in the eye. It dawned on me at that point that it was strange for someone as outgoing and flirty as her to still have her virginity at 21…and the look in her eyes told me that it was because she was saving herself for me.

Fuck. This girl…I love her. As I gazed into her eyes, something clicked inside me. This was a long time coming. My sister meant the world to me. It wasn’t just that she was all the family I had left, it was just how wonderful she is. And if she wants me to be more than just a normal brother, well, there’s no way I’m going to refuse her any more.

As I took in her features, our eyes roamed each other’s face until mine rested on her lush, slightly parted lips. I wonder how they taste.

Without even realizing it, I had lifted my head up towards her as far as I could reach. She didn’t hesitate and lunged to capture my lips with hers. Her inexperience was apparent as she clumsily mashed her lips into mine. Her desperation to be one with me was intoxicating as I returned her kiss with a bit more finesse, but no less desire.

Turning my head, I brought my tongue to lick between her lips, then plunged into her mouth, which opened to let me pass. She tried to match my motions as I battled with her tongue until we were passionately locked in a deep kiss. Once a rhythm was established, we took our time to just relish in the realization of our love.

My cock pulsed inside her snatch as if to say, “Did you really forget about me?”

Breaking our kiss, we both burst into movement as I thrust my hips up and she started riding my cock. Starting with little, vertically circular strokes, she gradually moved higher and higher, until she was bouncing up and down most of my length. She leaned back and put her hands on my thighs for support as she watched my face.

I let my eyes wander all over the spectacle before me. Her perfect pink pussy sheathing and unsheathing my cock was mesmerizing. Seeing her little button of a clit poke out of its hood made me want to caress it with my fingers and tongue. Her bellybutton was a small indentation on her smooth, lithe belly. The bottom of her tummy even seemed to bulge slightly every time my cock reached deep. Her tits were both adorable and sexy as they jiggled energetically with every impact of our hips.

And her face was a marvel; her delighted grin at finally getting what she wanted–and enjoying the hell out of it–was totally unrestrained. And her eyes were glued on my face and sparkling as she soaked up the attention she had been trying to get for so long.

We fucked without talking for several minutes, nothing to be heard but the squelches of our joining and the clangs of bedsprings as she bounced on my cock. Oh, and her little whimpers. Oh my god, how I loved those little whimpers she released every time she moved. I couldn’t get enough.

It felt like the longest time of my life. I still have no idea how much time passed that first time, but I spent most of it trying not to cum. I desperately wanted Mia to cum first.

Alas, eventually I thought about what I would do to her as soon as I got free of my restraints, and it sent me flying over the edge. Apparently she was close too, because as soon as my first blast of cum hit her cervix, she screamed and convulsed, her whole torso contracting like it was trying to make sure my dick would never leave. We came blissfully together, and then she leaned forward onto my chest while we recovered our breath.

“Mia…fuck, that was amazing….I…I’m not going to fight it any more. I love you, Mia. As more than a sister. I’m sorry you had to go to such lengths to get me to admit it.”

Mia looked up at me with watery eyes and a look of hope.

“Also, please untie me. Being unable to hug you is rather distressing,” I said.

She chuckled and gave me a smirk as she reached to untie me. “I love you too, dummy.”

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Once I had my hands and feet free, I wrapped her petite frame in my arms and held her tight against me. Really tight. I may or may not have still been mad at her. She didn’t complain, though.

I relaxed and started stroking up and down her back. She was so short I could reach the back of her knees without shifting position. I felt her smooth, flawless skin all the way from her neck down to her thighs, working my hands in opposite directions. I gave special attention to her cute little butt.

Meanwhile, she seemed content to snuggle into the base of my neck, just enjoying our closeness. I enjoyed the feeling of peace and togetherness as well, but there was something I just couldn’t resist doing.

SMACK! Out of nowhere, I reared up and smacked her ass hard. Her body tensed and she yelped into my neck, but didn’t make any move to escape. Her ass felt amazing in my hand as I groped her roughly.

SMACK! I slapped her other cheek, and I smiled as her yelp was replaced this time with a horny, needy whimper. This slut is gonna get what’s coming to her…and she’s gonna love it.

I continued spanking her hard until her ass was bright red and she was practically shivering on top of me, and I felt warm tears on my neck.

I could have told her why I was doing it–that she still needed to be punished for tying me up and basically raping me. But she knew this already.

I could have told her I was doing it just because it was satisfying to me. But she knew this too.

And she also knew that she loved it herself.

So nothing needed to be said. I kissed her on the top of her head and cradled her neck in one hand before spanking her one last time with my other hand.

“Are you okay?” I asked gently.

She looked up at my face. “Mmmhmm. I…” she shyly buried her face in my neck again before continuing, muffled. “I really liked that.” Goddamn, she’s so fucking cute!

“I know you did, you’re leaking like a faucet down here.” I emphasized my point by sliding a finger through her dripping slit. She shuddered at the stimulation as I dragged across her clit.

“You’re a little masochist slut, aren’t you?” I said with a smile, as if she was a toddler and I was asking her if she liked flowers. She shuddered again, and her little arms pulled her in closer to me before she shyly nodded against my neck.

“All you wanted was for your brother to use you like a little subby cocksleeve, right? To use and abuse you however I want? To hold you down and fuck your tiny sister pussy with my big bro cock?”

By this point her whole body was squirming atop me as she tried to burrow her face into my neck. I could tell she would have been nodding furiously if her intense arousal wasn’t completely taking her muscle control from her.

Her legs came together as she continued to fantasize about being dominated by me, and it was just in time to squeeze my newly recovered cock as my erection returned from the feeling of being covered in the puddle of squirming sexual neediness that my sister had become. My cock poked her folds as I reached full mast, and her hips pumped unconsciously to swipe my tip through her folds. I was ready to go again.

Grabbing her tiny body and flipping us over was easy, and I lifted myself up on my hands. Mia still clung to my neck, so I took her hands one at a time and pinned them to the bed with my own. Her face was red from both crying and being unbelievably aroused, and her cheeks were wet with tears from being overwhelmed.

I would have felt sorry for her if I wasn’t certain that this was all because she was getting exactly what she wanted. She was overwhelmed with pain and arousal, sure, but I could tell she was crying tears of joy, too. I smiled at the beauty of her happy tears. There’s nothing more beautiful than happy tears on someone you love. And goddamn, did I love my lil’ sis.

She turned her head and averted her eyes from my gaze as I smiled at her. “Look at me,” I commanded, but gently. Slowly, she turned to look at me, and our gazes met. The mixture of pleading lust, gripping fear, sheer happiness, and boundless trust in her eyes was absolutely intoxicating. It was everything I ever wanted. All I wanted was her to keep looking at me like that…and to give her what she wanted.

Pulling both of her wrists together above her head and pinning them with my left hand, I used my right hand to first caress her cheek, which made her smile. Then I slid my hand down and grasped her throat, just firmly enough for her to feel just how little control she had—and how very much control I had over her. She whimpered and her abs twitched as a spike of arousal shot through her nerves.

My hand continued down, circling one of her lovely handful-sized tits, spiraling in on her very erect little nipple. When I reached it, I pinched it, twisted, and pulled. Her back arched and her moan was so high-pitched it seemed ultrasonic. I released it and watched her perky breast jiggle as it quickly returned to its resting position.

My hand journeyed down across her toned belly, teasing her belly button on the way, causing her to giggle and shake. So fucking cute!

Lower still, my hand found her shaved mound. I stopped, lifting my hand to then start on one of her legs, teasing down the inside of her thigh until it met the crease of her hip. She whined.

She was totally drenched, probably more aroused than she had ever been, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was physically impossible for her to be any more turned on, but that wasn’t going to stop me from trying to ratchet it up to 11.

I teased up her other thigh, and she was shaking from need, twitching her crotch toward my hand as hard as she could. I could see her abs activating and undulating as her hips sought out stimulation.

This girl was gonna climax hard no matter what I did, but the question was: how do I want her to cum?

It was actually a no-brainer: I wanted to feel her cum on my hard cock. So I lined up, looked into her eyes as they registered what I was about to do, and shoved into her quivering cunt.

Her eyes bored into mine as she fought the pleasure, her face screwing up as she was quickly overwhelmed. Her whimper crescendoed directly into a full-on scream as her eyes rolled up in her head and her entire body spasmed with all of its strength. I had to clamp down and rest my full weight on her, my head in the crook of her neck, to keep her pinned down as her completely mind-melting orgasm tore through her.

It was sexier than anything I had ever even imagined or dreamed. My sister was vibrating on my cock, screaming her pleasure to the heavens, just from insertion.

And oh my god, the sensations on my cock. Her tight, clutching cunt spasmed on my shaft, internal muscles grabbing and pulling and massaging and going absolutely crazy. If I hadn’t cum so recently, I definitely would have blown my load at the amazing sensations.

I had had pretty good sex before, but this was a whole new level of sexy and amazing.

And it just kept going, and going. After thirty seconds, her muscles seemed to lock up, and she gasped airlessly like a fish as the pleasure just didn’t stop ravaging her nerves.

After a full minute, she finally gasped in a lungful of air, and started panting heavily. I held still to let her catch her breath, though I remained buried balls-deep inside her.

When she could finally speak, she just said, “Holy shit.” I raised my head up to look at her face. Her eyes wandered around randomly, unfocused as her mind tried to come to terms with what just happened.

I shook my head in wonder. “Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked, as if the answer wasn’t obvious.

“Did I enjoy…what, that….there just aren’t any words! I… that was the most amazing thing that’s ever happened! Fuck!” Her body shuddered in a late aftershock, and her eyes flickered up into her head in pleasure. She looked back down at me. “Yes, I enjoyed myself,” she laughed.

“Good!” I said. “Ready to start, then?”

Her eyes went wide as dinner plates. “Oh shit,” she said. I grinned and started pulling out slowly. “Oh fuck oh shit shit SHIT FUCK YESS!!” She shouted as my cockhead returned to her entrance and I plunged back in hard, burying myself back to the hilt in one smooth motion. Her body shook, like my passage was releasing latent aftershocks through her. Like she had a new mini-orgasm from every half-inch of my thrusts in and out.

I didn’t stop. I thrust in deep and pulled out almost all the way, sawing through her quivering passage, enjoying every little shudder, plowing through every speed bump. All the while, Mia continued to gasp and moan and whimper and sigh, the noises as varied as they were lovely. I sat up and pushed her ankles up over my shoulders so I could plow down into her hard.

I fucked her, all the while amazed that I wasn’t cumming already. But I really wanted to cum inside my little sister. My little, constantly cumming, masochistic subby slut of a bro-con sister.

I pulled out just long enough to spin her onto her belly. Her limbs were like noodles, nerveless from her extreme orgasms. I straightened her out flat, before lifting her hips and putting a pillow beneath them. Then I spread her legs slightly and kneeled between them, groping her little ass as I lined up with her pussy.

Pushing inside her, I leaned forward, pushing further in and over her until my weight was distributed between my knees, my elbows, and her ass.

In this position–I think some call it ‘prone bone’–my lips could reach her neck and her ears, and I whispered in her ear about how sexy she was, and that she belonged only to me, and that I would use her like a fucktoy–no, that she was my fucktoy, and I would use her whenever and however I wanted. She whimpered with every word, clearly even more turned on by it than I was.

In this position, thrusting was easy–nay, comfortable, even, as pushing my hips forward put more and more of my weight on the cushion of her ass, driving my cock harder, deeper inside her. Pulling back up was as easy as putting my weight on my arms and legs, before thrusting back down and gouging her front wall–and her g-spot–with every slow but forceful thrust.

I loved this position because it was easy to thrust and comfortable. No need to balance on knees or keep my weight suspended–I could put all of my weight on Mia and she would just enjoy the greater feeling of togetherness it invoked while I was deep inside her pussy. Plus, being so close to her face, we could both hear each other’s sounds–the musical whimpers, moans, and groans of satisfying sex, and the feedback that these sounds provide.

I also loved what I could do on a normal spring mattress: if I thrust a bit faster and harder, I could bounce her hips off of the bed, halving the distance I needed to move my hips. A good rhythm sent her shuttling back and forth on my dick. She gripped my arms with her tiny hands and her knuckles clenched white with every one of my thrusts.

I humped Mia for long minutes, relishing in the way her body continued to twitch, the way she continued to sigh and moan, and the way her tiny cunt squeezed my cock.

Eventually, I decided that I really needed to cum inside her, so I snuck a hand under her hips and rubbed her clit between two fingers as I picked up my thrusting. Mia’s moans rose in pitch and intensity as her tension rose like a bowstring. With my other hand, I threaded her fingers through mine and she gripped me back.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming inside you Mia,” I breathed into my sister’s ear, and that set her off for a simultaneous orgasm, her cunt clutching and sucking as my cock pulsed and unloaded my cum deep inside, splattering her tunnel and painting it white. I shook as I unloaded everything I had into her pussy, and we both rode out our massive climaxes together.

I didn’t move until long after the last aftershock blew through us, enjoying the intense feeling of closeness. Mia turned her head so that we could look into each other’s eyes as we enjoyed the afterglow. Her eyes were filled with contentment and love, and I’m sure mine were as well.

Goddamn, I love Mia so much.

———

After that, the next few days were a blur of sex, cuddling, talking about our feelings and our new relationship, and occasional short meals.

She demonstrated a voracious appetite for sex and applied creativity and variety within sex.

She continued to be a total brat, but now she did it mostly when she wanted to be “punished”. Sexually, that is. She would bitch and moan until I physically, forcefully restrained her and made her stop.

Case in point…

“Seriously, Mia? It was your turn to do dishes. One of us cooks, the other cleans; we’ve always done it that way.”

Mi was sitting on the couch, watching TV, wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and socks.

“No, it’s your turn to do dishes. I did them yesterday.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. I knew why she was doing this. It was annoying as hell–dirty dishes in the sink wasn’t even the worst of her recent messes. Not to mention she was lying. But I can’t say that I totally hated it.

“Mia, wash the dishes. Now.”

“No! You’re supposed to take care of your little sister, aren’t you? Stop being so lazy.”

“You’re being such a bad girl. I’m gonna have to punish you.” I walked up to her on the couch and grabbed both her wrists.

She flailed. “What are you doing? Let me go!” Her flailing earned her nothing, as I weighed twice as much as her and was at least twice as strong.

She continued to struggle as I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. She hit my back with her tiny fists as I carried her into our bedroom. I slapped her ass before slinging her down on the bed.

“What are you doing? I’m your sister!” She was a good actor. She sounded genuinely indignant. But I could also hear the victory in her voice. This was exactly what she wanted. Not to mention I could clearly see and smell her excitement, her crotch was already dripping wet.

Heh, this bitch. I shook my head and grinned as I attached cuffs to her wrists and attached them to straps running under the bed, forcing her arms to stay extended out from her sides.

“Let me go!” She continued to struggle against her restraints as I stripped. I admired the view as her shirt “accidentally” rode up, exposing her bare thighs rubbing together, trying to conceal her obviously dripping pussy. Her hips rolled this way and that as she squirmed. By this point, her complaining was turning more into whimpers of arousal as it sunk in how easily I had overpowered her…and what she hoped was coming next.

Once I stripped myself bare, I climbed onto the bed. I smiled at her struggling, before unlatching her wrists. She tried to kick me as I manhandled her, turning her over onto her belly before relatching her restraints.

She continued to buck and kick as I attached cuffs to her ankles and attached them to more straps from the bottom corners of the bed.

Now with all four limbs immobilized, she could do little but squirm her torso, basically shaking her ass for me. I’m entirely certain it was on purpose.

“You’ve been a bad girl, so I’m going to punish you. But I want to make sure you know why you’re being punished. So tell me, why have you been a bad girl?”

“I haven’t done anything wrong! You’re just doing this because you’re a pervert! Because you’re mean and you just look for excuses to look at your naked baby sister!”

I shook my head in disbelief yet again. It was always amazing how into it she got. How she could say those things with a straight face even now.

“I’m punishing you because you’re refusing to do your part of the chores. Then you lied about it, and then you called me lazy for not doing your part.”

“No, you’re lying! You always pin everything on me! You’re such an asshole!”

SMACK!! “AH!” I spanked my sister’s exposed ass hard, leaving a red hand print as she shouted in surprise. I could see her pussy drip onto the sheets.

“Noo, brotherrr!” Mia continued the act, even now. So dedicated.

SMACK!! Her other ass cheek joined the five star club. Well, her ass already had a 5-star rating in my eyes–her ass really is sexy as hell–but now both cheeks had a red hand print.

She whimpered. I continued. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I alternated cheeks as I continued to spank her hard. She tried to wiggle out of the way, but her restraints made it futile. Sexy, but futile.

No longer voicing her ridiculous complaints, I looked up at her face to see tears. I was not holding anything back with my spanking, it really did hurt her.

But the way she was biting her lip, and the way she looked back at me, made it clear those tears may be from pain, but there was no sadness, no anger, no feelings of injustice or hate. Just arousal and love. She fucking loved it. So I continued.

SMACK! Her ass rippled deliciously as I hit her again. I looked back at her face. SMACK! She winced hard, which was not so fun, but the look of dazed arousal and love she gave me immediately afterward made it worth it.

I continued to spank her until her ass was totally red and my hands stung.

“Mia. Are you sorry?” I asked.

“It’s you that should be sorry, asshole.”

Goddamn, she really keeps in character. Also, she clearly wants to egg me on. I must admit, I’m feeling kind of angry at her, even though I know it’s all an act. An act specifically designed to make me angry.

Why won’t she just listen? I do so much for her, and she treats me like I’m the one shirking my duties, like I’m the one being lazy, like I’m the one lying about it! Fuck her!

Designed to make me angry…and aroused. I was fully erect, and to say that my cock was ‘angrily pulsing’ would be entirely accurate.

I crawled atop her, my groin resting atop her red ass as I lined up with her pussy, which had made a rather large puddle on the sheets. I shoved inside her, and she gasped and whined as I stretched her pussy around my shaft, and as my abdomen pressed and shifted against her reddened backside.

I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. I just fucked her. I fucked her hard, giving no consideration for her. She didn’t deserve consideration. I mounted my hands on her shoulder blades to lift my upper body as I continued to thrust down and forward into her tight wet slit.

I shoved her into the mattress with every thrust. I slapped her red ass, and I felt her pussy get even tighter for a few moments as her whole body clenched from the pain. “Oh, that’s nice!” I said, as I continued to slap her brutalized ass cheeks and continued to fuck her clenching cunt.

I let myself back down for a moment, putting my face just in front of hers. Her eyes were a bit puffy and her cheeks were wet. I looked into her eyes, and the look she gave me was one of enjoyment, of fulfillment. This was still what she wanted. To be used and abused by the one she loves. And she was getting close. As much as I want to watch her face all day, I needed to get back to “abusing” her. Didn’t want to give her the idea we were actually ‘making love’ or some such nonsense.

We both grinned for a moment. Then I kissed her cheek as I lifted my upper half back up above her. I wrapped one hand around her tiny neck, gripping her and pulling her down into my thrusting hips. I planted my other hand on the middle of her upper back, pushing her down into the mattress to support my body as I continued to plow her snatch.

From the side, I could see her eyes start to roll up as her whimpers increased in pitch. She was getting close. So was I.

I redoubled my effort, thrusting faster and harder and making sure I thoroughly used my living sex toy as I drove her into the mattress with each forceful thrust. I felt her cervix against my tip every time I bottomed out inside her, and I could feel her clench every time, gripping my cock from root to head.

A few more thrusts, and I felt her whole body lock up as her orgasm began. Just as her muscles started quaking, my own orgasm boiled through me. I managed to stay upright as I shoved my cock in as far as it would go and unloaded. I pushed my hips and pulled her back down against my groin with each pulse of blinding pleasure and alabaster cum spraying against the entrance to her womb. I came, and came, and came hard inside her as her own orgasm continued, seemingly restarted with every rope of semen delivered to her hungry cunt.

Eventually, we both came down from our orgasmic highs, and I bent down to lay on her back, breathing together. I kissed her neck and her cheek as I moved over to look at her face. The blissed-out look on her face was delightful; the way she smiled at me as we made eye contact was heavenly.

“Did you get what you wanted, sister?” I asked, grinning.

“I don’t know, maybe. Did you, brother?” she replied, smirking.

We both laughed.

“It’s amazing how much a good fuck can make everything seem better.” I said

“Yeah. We all good?”

“Yup. Except you’re gonna go wash the dishes after this.”

“Whaat?!” Mia pouted. “Dammit, I was hoping you would forget after you busted a nut inside me.”

I laughed. “No such luck. But we can cuddle a bit first, and then put on some music in the kitchen so it isn’t so boring. I’ll even help you dry things.”

“…ookayyyy, I guess I’ll do it.”

“That’s a good girl. Now let’s get you untied so we can cuddle properly.”

——

She admitted that she really got off on being manhandled by me, and would be soaking wet by the time I had her totally locked down.

Once I realized how intoxicating it was to take that kind of forceful control over her, I started loving it just as much as she did. I started experimenting with different ways of keeping her restrained–neckties, belts, ropes–anything I could use to free my hands up while keeping her restrained.

Fucking her after I had wrestled her down and completely restrained her became a favorite activity for us. She loved to struggle against her bonds, though she never wanted to actually escape… unless it would make me treat her even more roughly to secure her.

—–A Day in the Life: Mia and David—–

“Mm, pretty nice wood, wanna use it?” Mia asked me sleepily, as she slowly stroked my cock, brushing the tip back and forth across her bare ass.

She didn’t even bother to turn over to ask the question, continuing her position as little spoon even as she reached behind her back to stroke the poker that probably woke her up.

“Mm, sure.” I mumbled into her hair that smelled so good, even if it was only because it smelled like her. She scooched a bit and rolled onto her back. I rolled up on top of her and kissed her. We ignored each other’s morning breath for a quick but deep kiss before I put my head beside hers to kiss her cheek, ear, and neck.

Her legs spread around my hips as I maneuvered into place. My tip felt wet as I found my target.

“Mm, such a slut,” I murmured into her ear with a sleepy grin.

“Fuh, look who’s talking, fuckboy…uuuuUNNNH,” she groaned as I shoved into her tight wet pussy. I shoved all the way in, feeling her cervix tickle the tip of my cock while her lips clenched at my root and my balls nestled in her ass crack. I bit her neck gently as her body tensed.

I kissed her cheek before pulling back slowly. Then I licked her ear as I relished the sensation of plunging back inside again.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I whispered into her ear.

“You’re so fucking big,” she replied, turning her head to catch my lips with her own.

We kissed passionately but slowly as I continued to languidly saw deep strokes in and out of her clutching cunt.

I loved doing this. Slow morning sex. Taking our time to just simply enjoy each other’s presence and embrace.

The peace of the morning was perfect. I hadn’t heard an alarm yet, so we had plenty of time. Probably. I should make sure though, after that last time when we were super late because we were waiting for an alarm that had gotten turned off somehow.

I raised my head to look at the clock. 7:00 AM. We were supposed to be out of bed by 6:30.

“Dammit! Why didn’t the alarm go off?”

“What?” Mia looked at the clock. “Oh damn.”

“Oh damn is right, we gotta go!” I picked up my thrusting, going from languid to full speed pistoning in a second. I pulled Mia’s ankles up over my shoulders and started pounding her down into the mattress.

“Fuuuck, yes!” Mia shouted. “Fuck me, brother, fuck me hard!”

I did. With all the frenetic energy of someone who is late for work, I shoved my cock in and out of Mia’s tight fuckhole as fast and hard as I could, trying to wring an orgasm out as fast as possible.

It didn’t take long. 30 seconds of maximum-intensity thrusting and I was cumming inside, shooting ropes of cum into my little sister’s pussy. She clung to me hard, and on feeling the second pulse of cum against her womb, she cried out and her body locked up to ensure I stayed deep inside as her cunt milked my cock with orgasmic undulations.

As soon as I finished, I kissed her quickly and pulled out. She whined at the sudden extraction, but got up after a short breather.

We rushed to get ready for school and work, settling for super quick showers and a quick breakfast of peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

We got out the door and both made it on time. Barely.

—-

I made it to my classroom on time. Barely. Very glad that I finished all my lesson planning last night.

—

Classes have gone pretty well, I thought as I made my way to the teacher’s lounge for lunch. I looked in the fridge.

“Dangit!” I swore. In our rush to get out of the house on time this morning, I had not packed a lunch like I usually do. I closed the fridge and stood up straight to think through my options.

“What’s wrong?” a feminine voice asked. I looked over to find Maria, a fellow young teacher, walking over to me with a concerned look on her face.

“I forgot to pack my lunch.” I said.

“Oh no! Hmm…you don’t really have any time to go out and get anything. Hmm… Oh! How does chicken and veggie stir-fry sound? I always bring more than I can eat anyway, have some of mine!”

“Oh, um, sure, that sounds good. Are you sure though? It’s your-”

“Nonsense, come!” Maria’s enthusiasm would not be stopped as she grabbed my arm and pulled me to where she was sitting, a large tupperware container of stir-fry already open on the table. She sat me down on the other side of the narrow table before going to retrieve a spoon and a bowl. She sat down and began filling the bowl until it had more in it than the tupperware.

“Woah, woah, leave some for yourself!” I said.

“It’s fine, I never eat it all anyway, and you’re a lot bigger than me, I’m sure you need to eat more.” She grinned as she finished filling the bowl and pushed it over to me with the spoon in it.

She then picked up her fork and…

Wait, fork? Why’d she get me a spoon? She didn’t even ask… did she already know that I prefer spoons for this kind of thing? We’ve had lunch at the same table a few times, but… huh. I guess she’s really observant.

The stir-fry was excellent, and we talked as we ate. Maria seemed like a very curious girl; she asked a lot about what I like, what home is like, stuff like that. I replied in kind; everyone likes to talk about themselves, that’s the secret of making friends.

When I was finished eating, I thanked her profusely for the meal and stood up to deal with the bowl and spoon.

“Oh, let me get that!” she started to stand.

“Nonsense, you just gave me more than half your lunch, I’ll take care of the dishes.” I grinned and shook my head in disbelief at her eagerness to help. She’s a good girl, I thought to myself.

On my way out of the teacher’s lounge, I was approached by another teacher, Barbara.

“So are you gonna make a move?”

“Uh, what?” I eloquently replied.

“Maria.”

“…what?” I continued to display my linguistic skills.

“Wow, you are oblivious. Maria wants you, she was blushing the whole time.”

“I thought that that was just how she… looks geez I’m an idiot.”

“Yup.” she said.

“So… huh.” My eloquence knows no bounds.

“You don’t seem excited. I know you’re into women…” she pushed her arms together, which pushed out her already impressive cleavage. My eyes were drawn to her chest before I even thought about it. Barbara was probably 15, 20 years older than me, but damn if she didn’t have a great rack. “…no gay man ogles like you do, and Maria is pretty, smart, and cheerful, so why not?”

“Oh, well I’ve already got M–I mean I’m just not looking to date right now.”

Barbara raised an eyebrow. “Mhm.” Clearly not convinced. “Well, it’s not like I can force you or anything, but you probably shouldn’t string her along. She deserves better.”

“Yeah… she’s a good girl.”

“Oh boy, you should tell her that. Her face would turn into a tomato!…but only say that if you plan on accepting her feelings, of course.”

“Of, of course. I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

“Mmhmm. Have a good afternoon!”

“You too…” I mumbled absentmindedly as we parted ways to go to our respective classrooms.

Maria is really nice, and pretty, and smart… but I have Mia. Maybe I’ll talk to Mia about it.

I wonder how Mia’s day is going? I hope she’s having fun…

——–

Made it to class on time. Barely. Very glad that David ‘convinced’ me to finish my homework last night.

—

Classes have been okay so far. Calc is hard as ever, but at least my professor is kinda cute…though not nearly as cute as David.

“MIA!” I heard my name called in a ridiculous voice–a tiny feminine voice trying to be intimidating and aggressive and mostly failing–across the quad, a girl walking fast to catch up to me.

“LAURA!!” I shouted in an equally obnoxious voice, like we were about to throw down in a pro wrestling “match”. It was just a thing we did cuz it was fun to notice other people’s looks.

She didn’t stop as she caught up to me, crashing into a hug that I returned with equal vigor. We broke apart and continued walking toward a dining hall.

“How’s it going?” I asked her.

“Good! It’s good, Ecology’s going well. How about you? Did you survive calc?” She pulled in close to my ear and whispered, definitely louder than necessary, “Did your panties survive Mr. Pretty Man?”

“Geez, Laura! My panties are perfectly fine!” I said, definitely louder than necessary. I saw several boys and a couple girls look over and raise both eyebrows in obvious interest. I noticed at least one girl roll their eyes.

Laura and I giggled. College campuses are the best.

“I don’t believe you! I guess I’ll just have to check!” Laura reached under my skirt to find that my pussy was bare and dripping. I pushed my thighs together and grabbed her arm, keeping her fingers in place.

“Holy shit, Mia!” Laura whispered–quietly this time.

I whispered back, “My panties are fine because they are in my backpack.” I pushed her hand in between my legs, grinding on it for a moment before she snatched her arm back.

We both grinned at the absurdity and naughtiness of what just happened. Laura stayed flustered for the rest of our lunch time as I subtly reminded her of my pantiless state.

We even met up with other friends in the dining hall and continued to giggle about it, much to the confusion of everyone else. Though I did notice two pairs of eyes that had more than confusion in them.

Daniel looked at me then looked away when I made eye contact, clearly interested but not wanting to make me uncomfortable. Sorry bub. You’re cute, but David isn’t into guys.

Erin just smiled when I met her gaze. Ooh, she knows what she wants. And David does have a thing for redheads… hm, but being with us might interfere with her life plans, so maybe not the best idea. Oh, and I have no idea if she’d even be open to a threesome.

Besides, I don’t really want to share, even if it would be hot….okay, it would be really hot. To watch him go to town on her while she eats me out… fuck, I’m in public, I need to stop fantasizing.

Maybe I can invite her over some time to gauge her reaction to David.

Sure enough, as we left the dining hall, Daniel approached me. We talked for a bit, and he invited me to a pool party. I declined, saying I had plans already. I didn’t, but I wasn’t gonna go to a party without David. Daniel looked disappointed, but as we parted, he said, “Let me know if you ever want to hang out!” Sorry bud.

I shared my next class with Erin, and sure enough, as we were walking out, she asked if we could study together sometime. I said maybe and that I would let her know after I asked my brother if it was okay.

I saw Laura again between my last two classes and lifted my skirt to flash her as we passed each other. We both blushed and giggled. College is awesome.

During my last class, my thoughts often wandered. I was doing pretty well, but I definitely liked to imagine–in my semi-aroused pantiless state–how David would ‘punish’ me if I started doing poorly. If I started daydreaming in class instead of paying attention…

My thighs shot together as the professor dropped a book, the loud noise startling me out of my reverie. His face was red… oh right. I’m in the front row, in a skirt and no panties…spreading my legs and thinking about my brother.

I’m such a tease!

—

Eventually, class ended and I made it home.

David’s not home yet… damn I’m so horny. As I put away my things, an idea struck me. A delicious idea.

——

Eventually, class ended and I made it home.

I walked in the front door. I wonder if Mia is ho-

My thought was interrupted as I came into the living room to find something delicious on the couch. Mia kneeled on the couch, her ass in the air, head down just inside the armrest with a pillow over it, hands holding the pillow in place. She was wearing nothing but a plaid pleated skirt and a post-it on one ass cheek that said “Use Me” in black sharpie.

Well fuuuck. I was pretty horny after a day of work, but damn. My sister is the best.

I put my things down, took off my shoes, my shirt. I took my time. I knew she was waiting. She knew I was staring. I could see her excitement as a droplet rolled down her inner thigh, and I watched it as it went all the way down to where her knees met the couch.

I kissed her ass cheek. Her pussy and asshole winked as she shuddered in anticipation. I had an idea.

I walked to the bedroom, hearing Mia whine as I left her in the living room. I grabbed a shoebox and returned to place it on the coffee table. I sat on the couch and opened the box.

“No peeking.” I said, after her head started moving under its pillow. She stopped at the command, but whined some more.

“I’m going to use you to play.” Her whimper was utter satisfaction to my ears.

I pulled a small bullet vibrator out of the box. I turned it on to its low setting. Mia’s body tensed upon hearing it. Her pussy continued to gush down her thighs.

“Oh right, have you had any water since you got home?” I asked.

“No.” came the muffled reply.

“Okay, hang on.” Leaving the buzzing vibrator on the couch between her legs, I stood and retrieved a glass of water from the kitchen.

I helped her up by her shoulder as I got her to drink.

“Come on, finish it.” I urged her. She forced herself to chug the rest of the glass. “Good girl! I said with a smile–one that she returned. I then grabbed her neck and forcefully shoved her face back into the couch, pushing the pillow back over it. She yelped but didn’t struggle.

“I’m sure you thought I was going to take you quickly, right? That I would see my sister’s soaking pussy here and just whip out my dick to fuck you without a second thought, right? Well….nope. I’m going to fuck you, but you’re going to cum at least 3 times first. Make sure you ask each time so I can count for you.”

“Okay.”

I sat again in the spot behind her and picked up the buzzing bullet. I dragged it up through the stream of wetness flowing down her thigh, following its path up to the source. When I got to within an inch of her labia, I moved it back down to her other knee, and ran it through another trail of her arousal. I dragged the vibrator around her mound, around her crack, just outside of the erogenous zone proper.

I worked it even closer to her labia, just barely skirting it. I made like I was going to push it up to her clit… then moved it up her mound, across her abdomen. She wiggled as the vibrations became ticklish across her tummy. I switched hands as I crouched next to the couch, working the small vibrator across her front. I circled each of her soft mounds, spiraling in towards each standing pink nipple. Once there, I let her have it, pushing it gently against her sensitive nub, listening to her whimper and watching her try to stay still. It was delicious.

I pushed the vibrator against her nipple harder, eliciting even more response. I held it there as she squirmed, before going to the other one, circling it, buzzing it gently and then firmly.

I slid a hand down her spine as I slid the vibrator down her tummy. Her hips rolled as she shuddered hard from the full-body sensation.

I sat back behind her and resumed teasing around her labia…but this time I went in, pushing the hard, smooth vibrating bullet through her wet, soft folds. She was vibrating almost as much as the bullet by the time I got to her entrance.

“Please, can I cum? Please, please can I cum?!” Fuck, I love when she says that.

I waited a few seconds before responding. She wasn’t quite over the line yet. So I pushed her. “Yes, you may cum”. I moved the vibrator directly onto her clit.

“AHHH!” Her shout rose in pitch until it was too high to hear as her whole body locked up. Her climax hit hard, and I watched as her muscles clenched, trying to pull in and milk in a cock that wasn’t there. It was beautiful.

And holy fuck, it was too hot. I shoved the vibrator into her pussy to try to make her orgasm last longer while I dropped my pants and underwear and lined up.

I yanked the vibe out by the cord and quickly replaced it with my cock. I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my shaft, impaling her still-cumming pussy.

The way her kegels undulated, clutching and massaging my length, felt fucking amazing. It always did. And shoving it inside midway felt special, for some reason. And I’m pretty sure it extended her orgasm, cuz it’s been almost a minute now.

I rubbed her back as she came down from her orgasmic high.

“What about…you said 3 times?” she managed to say.

“Eh, your pussy just looked too good. I changed my mind.” I punctuated my statement with a rough and deep thrust. It felt amazing. She moaned loudly. It sounded like agreement to me.

I proceeded to fuck her with absolute abandon. I didn’t think about anything but fucking this pussy as hard and long as I could.

I think she came at some point. I wasn’t paying attention. I was using her. As she had requested. She made a mighty fine cocksleeve.

All my frustrations and worries were pumped into her backside with vigor, and I eventually came deep inside her, filling her to the brim with my seed.

After a few aftershocks, I sat down and pulled her back to curl up in my lap, wrapping my arms around her. My cum dribbled out of her cunt onto my leg, but I didn’t pay it any mind.

I pushed her hair out of her face. “Hey. It’s good to see you.” I said it sincerely, but couldn’t resist a snicker as I realized the dual meaning.

“It’s good to see you too.” she retorted. I kissed her lovingly. She returned it. I nuzzled her, and caressed her cheek, and played with her hair, and made totally sure that she was okay.

She smiled at me. What I wouldn’t do for that smile… I thought.

“Make me dinner,” she said suddenly.

I laughed. “Okay, but I gotta get up to do that.”

“Oh, then…make me dinner….later.” She snuggled up against me, curling further into my lap. I held her even tighter and cuddled her.

“Okay.”

—-

An hour later, we were sitting at the table for dinner. I had managed to convince Mia to sit in a chair. Instead of my lap. I said it was because I was sore from earlier, but it was really because I didn’t want to get food all over the place. Mia may be small, but having someone in between you and your dinner plate makes it kinda hard to get food to your mouth successfully every time. Especially with soup.

That I even had to convince her is telling. She knows that if she sat in my lap, she’d probably end up with hot soup in her own lap. And yet she still tried to sit in my lap. She always tries to sit in my lap whenever it’s an option. And sometimes when it isn’t.

She just wants to be close. I guess you could call it clinginess, but… I don’t really care. I like it, even when it is inconvenient. I want to be close to her too. I just can’t reasonably sit in her lap, haha.

“…and then Daniel asked me to a pool party, but I told him I already had plans. Not that I did, but it would be weird to bring you to a pool party of students, so I let him down easy. Anyway, I also-”

“Wait, you turned him down just because I couldn’t go? You should spend time with your fellow students, undergrad really only comes around once-”

“Oh? You don’t want me all for yourself? You want other boys to play with me?” Mia pouted.

“Um, well, I don’t want you to miss out on college just because of what we’ve got. You should date people your age-”

“No. What we have is so much better than anything I could even hope for with anyone else that it’s pointless. No college boy can even come close to you. Don’t ever think that you’re ‘depriving me’ of anything. I’m serious. I will be mad if you keep feeling guilty about MY choices.” Mia stated firmly, giving me an imperious stare. Then she brightened up. “I’m having the time of my life with YOU. I love you. Don’t you dare regret it.”

“Okay. I just worry about you, is all. I love you too.” I leaned in for a short but sweet kiss.

“Oh, and is it okay if I invite a friend over to study on Thursday?” Mia asked.

“Sure, no problem.”

We finished dinner, spent a while studying–I helped where I could, and read my own book the rest of the time. I liked these moments of spending time together.

Even if Mia rubbed her ass into my lap the entire time. It was like she needed to do that in order to focus. Weird girl. I love her to death.

At some point, I remembered my encounter with Barbara.

“Hey Mia, there’s this other teacher at the school…” I proceeded to tell Mia the whole situation. She just listened.

“So… how should I… let her down easy? I’m not very good with this stuff.”

“Hmm, well Barbara’s right, that girl wants you, and you need to respond somehow. Well, how do you feel about her? Do you think anything would work out between you?”

“Um, what? I have you though.” I was confused. This wasn’t the first time she had seemingly ignored our relationship. I wasn’t sure what she was after.

“Just answer the question.”

“She’s nice and she’s pretty. Though I think her religion might get between us. She’s a devout Catholic and… oh man, if she ever found out about our relationship, she would lose it.”

“And there we have our answer. You need to let her down easy. So this is what you do…” Mia described how to do so, with enough detail that even I could follow it.

“Thanks, Mia, I’ll do that.”

We wrapped up our studying and headed to bed, cuddling to sleep.

—-

Thursday arrived, and I brought Erin home with me after class. Since her last class is after mine, we arrived home later than usual, so David was already home.

I paid close attention to Erin’s reaction as we walked in and she saw him for the first time.

No reaction. Just a polite smile. Maybe I was right about her not being into guys. I’ll need to check further though, cuz she really is hot…

We set up at the kitchen table. I got David to join us. I sat in his lap. Erin seemed surprised…and slightly weirded out, but she didn’t say anything. Okay, that’s two strikes. But I need to make sure.

I “accidentally” spilled a drink on David’s shirt. He tried to stand up to go change, but I told him to sit and stripped his shirt off him, leaving him shirtless and confused across the table from Erin.

She didn’t even look at him. Or act bashful and avert her eyes. She just acted like it was normal and slightly uncomfortable. Strike three… guess we won’t be having a threesome anytime soon. Too bad.

I allowed David to leave and change, and just focused on studying for the rest of the night.

After Erin left, David asked me what that was all about. I just deflected all his questions and demanded a piggyback ride.

He gave in pretty quickly once I stripped us both naked, and I got a piggy-front ride as he bounced me on his cock while he walked around the house.

Then he slammed me down on our bed and fucked me proper hard.

I have a great brother. ^_^

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<INTRO/OVERVIEW>

Aaaaand there’s the first taste of my story. Below is a sort of introduction to the larger work. It has spoilers (I guess) so you can skip it and go to chapter 2 without missing anything, but if you want a better idea of what you’re getting into before you commit to reading more, here it is.

Overview of FH:

Type: Stroke piece series. Content is mostly sex scenes, with a relatively small amount of build-up. Character development and world building are relatively short, though I plan to add more later. Oh, and there’s, like, a bit of plot, I guess. This isn’t really a story of change so much as it is an exploration of a fantastic situation.

Content: A tight-knit polyamorous group with one man, many futas, and many women that have lots of group sex that sometimes includes BDSM elements. Several characters are non-humans with varying body types.

(Also, the man (David) does not usually “catch” (i.e. pegging) and any time he does will be in its own side-story.)

Fantasy Harem is a work in progress, and though I have written a good bit, most of it is not ready to post. It’s very tempting to just throw fully-formed but totally non-executed ideas out there–in other words, publishing a summary of exciting events without actually fleshing out a narrative for them. To me, the ideas themselves are the sexy part, but no one wants to read a bulleted list of sex ideas.

Well, I’m sure some would enjoy it, but most people are here to read stories, not raw ideas.

Anyway, if you’re looking for a series of stroke pieces including a variety of sexy people, situations, and ideas, FH here might do it for you.

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Fantasy Harem started with one question: If I could have any and all personal relationships I can imagine, what would I choose?

My answer was: a large variety of very feminine people, some with very unfeminine additions, that all love (and fuck) each other as much as they love (and are fucked by) me. So it’s probably a misnomer to call it a harem–it’s more of a sexual collective or commune. A polyamorous group? Maybe I’ll rename it at some point, if I can think of a better title. (Suggestions are greatly appreciated!)

Then I made a pseudo-plausible background story for how the group came together (mostly through the devious manipulations of the tiny sexy bratty step-sister Mia), and voila! Sexy people have lots of sexy times, from lovey dovey vanilla to Bondage, Domination, submission, and Masochism. Not so much Sadism. I guess you could say BDsM instead of BDSM?

I’m of the opinion that sadism isn’t any good unless the victim is enjoying it masochistically. Which I suppose means I’m not actually a sadist at all, I just like inflicting pain on those who perceive it as pleasure. Semantics…

Also, there are many nonhuman people / monster girls: slime/goo-girl, centaur, holstaur, cat girl, bunny girl, gel-girl/Rahn, etc. Also a very nice tentacle monster. Lots of influence from Fenoxo’s Corruption of Champions (CoC) and Trials in Tainted Space (TiTS), as well as the manga Monster Musume no iru nichijou.

I haven’t developed the background very much, but the idea is to make something between Monster Musume and Monstergirl Encyclopedia, where monstergirls have been suddenly introduced into human society and are experiencing some societal problems like discrimination, and being introduced into a loving home produces some very happy humanoids. Some very happy humanoids with superhuman libidos, that is.

Main sex themes, fetishes, ideas, etc.:

–Large cocks, animal cocks (horse flares, dog knots, etc.), tight pussies, large breasts, lactating breasts, feminine curves, huge asses, fuckable nipples, a diverse array of tentacles, goo-girl versatility, size difference

–Futanari group sex, fucking while being fucked, a cock for every hole and a hole for every cock, large insertions, cervix stimulation and penetration, frequent orgasms, excessive cum, cumflation, gooflation, cumming until passing out, lactation, milking. Oral sex is somewhat common but not a huge focus.

–BDsM — bondage, femdom, maledom, futadom, loving submission, masochism, bound/forced free use, slave/pet/toy play, custom bondage rigs

–Marathon sex, sexual competitions, sexual services/amenities, free use, perpetual orgies

I try to approach sex from many angles–sometimes romantic feelings, sometimes sheer attraction, sometimes submission, sometimes even just convenience. (Hey, you’re naked on the couch anyway, and your ass looks fantastic, can I fuck you? You don’t even need to move lol)

These people all love each other in many ways, so there are no boundaries. Everyone is effectively free use, ready to fuck or be fucked at almost any time, and anywhere in the house. Anyone can say no, of course, and everyone will respect any boundaries if they are desired. It’s just that these particular people are unlikely to want any such boundaries unless something is physically wrong, like an injury or illness.