by Tom Harem
"Almost everything. I didn't know you had that side, Maggie." Kendra said, treating her, for the first time, by her name as if she respected her boldness.
"We didn't want to wake you up!" I told her, without even knowing where to look. On one side there was Maggie half-naked, with a trail of sperm going down her tits, and, on the other side, there was Kendra, who had just woken up, her lips swollen and moist, and her hands waving under the sheets.
"Such a shame." She answered and winked.
The conversation was interrupted by Gordon and three strong knocks, warning us that it was time to wake up and that Ashen was waiting for us in the living room.
"Take a shower first," he said, "The bathroom is just down the hall."
I took a deep breath, sighed, and grabbed my pants that I had placed on a chair by the bedside. I would have liked to have seen where the situation was leading, but duty was first, and pleasure was second. If we survived the hypothetical day, we would have plenty of time to venture into pleasurable meals, soaking ourselves in luxuries that would make the most incredulous blush. I warned them that I was going to bathe while they could talk about what had happened and, if everything went as I planned, they would both agree to have something with me at the same time. It was between that or ending up arguing and losing both, but, well, fear was something I had learned to deal with.
I left the room. I went into the living room and waved to Ashen, who, in return, moved his head up a few inches, but didn't say a word. In his hands was the daily newspaper and he leafed through the pages as if nothing caught his attention. I ended up giving up.
The bathroom walls were blue and white, all the objects of the latest technology. The light turned on when someone was present, and the water regulated itself according to one' s reactions. A camellia scent went off as soon as I entered, and the smell remained as I bathed. I took a deep breath in, the water flowing through my hair and over my face. I loved to feel the pressure on my face. It was as if the world beyond that ceased to exist and, at that moment, it was just me and my thoughts chatting by the fireplace.
I hurried, put a towel around my torso and went back to the room. The girls were still naked, each on her own side of the bed, looking at the ceiling and talking. They shut up as soon as I walked in.
"Did you talk?" I asked assertively, dropping the towel.
After a few seconds of pause and wheezing, Maggie answered, "Yes. No problem. Neither of us mind sharing you. It may even lead to some interesting experiences as long as no one disrupts the natural balance of things. We don't have big secrets between us, do we? There shouldn't be much of a problem then."
I looked at Kendra and expected an answer from her, "I agree. It doesn't mean I love you or will give my life for you if you are idiots, don't have any ideas. But we're together, whatever happens." She said, the last sentence being said with a thin voice, as if out of fear, apprehensive about making the emotions, which she tried to hide, a real thing.
They ended up taking a quick shower and wearing yesterday's clothes for lack of others.
"I'm sorry. In the evening I will take you home and you can pack your clothes and utensils. For now, you will have to be satisfied with that. The most I can get is a shirt for you, James." Gordon told us as soon as we entered the room.
"Please call me Crash. My Hunter’s name."
"Do you intend to follow in your father's footsteps? Or did you think we didn't know who you were?" Ashen asked, standing up, straightening his gray cloak, with the black folds raised around his neck, covering part of a syringe's mark.
As soon as he saw us looking at it, he pulled the fold up a notch to cover it.
"My father was the best Hunter I've ever met. He didn't even give up when everyone turned against him." I answered him, approaching him with my neck up.
"And we all know what happened to him," Ashen answered, realizing too late the mistake he had made.
My instinct overcame my rationality and I raised my fist, prepared to punch him, accepting the consequences straightaway, if I were not prevented from doing so by Gordon. He grabbed my arm, deviating it, my skin rubbing against Ashen's face that didn't move, except for a few strands of hair. No one said anything. Silence swamped the house. Neither the birds chirping outside nor the wind gusts that rocked the plants and tossed the dew to the ground, which I could see through the window, pulled us out of the bubble we were in. It took Ashen a few minutes to step forward, place some of his hair behind his ear, apologize, and leave the room.
"For an S rank, he seems to be very impulsive," Kendra said after he disappeared down the hall.
"He has a reason. I'll tell you when you get back. Now focus on your mission and leave whatever quarrels you have here." Gordon said, sweating around his neck, staining the top of his gray t-shirt, "Grab your things. Kendra, contact your sister. Tell her you want to meet up in neutral territory."
Kendra did so. She took her mobile phone out of her pocket, pressed a few keys and we waited until we heard her ring tone, one that came with the mobile phone. What was expected of someone like her. Unlike me, who had a rock song for every message I received, which, to be honest, was also rare.
"At this address," Kendra said, showing us her mobile phone.
"Largo St. Patrick, Lynnaria. Half an hour." was the content of the message whose sender was only classified as "sister". Gordon took his tablet, which was also on the crystal table, and entered the location. Within seconds, a 3-dimensional image of the area appeared on the screen, covered with fingerprints, which Gordon rotated in all directions counting the possible exits as well as places where she could place her men. It was an ample green space, amid Lynnaria city, one of the richest of the surrounding areas. Four roads led to the square; one of them was a detour made on the highway and the remaining three came from the city, each from a different part, from the poorest to the richest. The differences were striking, from the buildings along the streets to the road materials and the shops on each street. In the poorer one only a dried-up drugstore, the announcement on the roof already worn out, the colorless words, other than for a "cheap" that escaped the deterioration, while in the richer alley the lights of two welcoming cafés covered half the sidewalk in blue and purple, having on the other side competition with the neutral light of a gold smithery.
"She must have men here, here and here." Gordon said, pointing to three distinct corners, "At least."
"Probably," Kendra said as if she expected nothing less from her sister.
"Well, you already have your mission. Get on your way. I'll talk to Ashen. We will accompany you on camera and we will speak to you through the communicators. Don't withdraw them. They have a locator embedded." Gordon finished speaking, wished us good luck and left us alone in the room, the heat becoming unbearable, contrasting with the temperature outside.
The naked trees, the ice melting in the light of the sun's rays, the birds with the moist feathers, and the still crystalline lake with some floating moss seemed to have emerged from a painting. It wasn't as cold as expected. The sun smiled, behind several white clouds, and given the time, 11 am, it still had a chance to peak.
We got into the car, the wheels still muddy, warm seats, and the fogged front windows, covered by a thin layer of melted ice.
"Are you ready, Kendra? You haven't seen her for a long time." Maggie said, breaking the silence that followed us on the road.
"Yes, everything will be all right.” She said, looking out the window, her yawn dirtying the glass.
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The wooden feet of the bed crept across the floor with every move we made. Matilda was on top of me, trying to take my belt off, but she couldn't do it alone. I helped her and she pulled my pants down. She admired my blue boxers for a few seconds and then looked at me again.
"I like what's underneath," she said and laughed, again with the yapping from b
efore, "it will be our secret, a long, dirty secret."
I knew I shouldn't do it, but was I really supposed to stop her? After all, I would only be on the ship for a few days and then I would never see her or Amelia again. One time wouldn't hurt anybody, and it was always good for relieving tension. After racing through a whole new city, wounding myself and ending up tipsy in an unknown ship, having fun and then going to sleep didn't sound so bad. It sounded quite the opposite. My head was spinning as her lips came down my length. She moved her tongue while bobbing her head back and forth. All I could see was her blue hair and the threads falling on her face, as well as the brown root.
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"Don't go yet." Mimi said, "You sacrificed yourself for us." She said and walked up to me, swinging her hips.
"Impossible to be wary of you after that one." Carly added and leaned on me...
"It was no big deal. I said I'd help you." I answered them.
"Still, we think you deserve to be rewarded." Carly told me, "Unless you're not interested."
"It depends on what you have in mind," I said, and before I knew it, Mimi had already thrown the upper part of her clothes to the ground. The medium-sized round tits swinging as she walked away from me.
"Like this," she answered me and took off her bra, freeing her beautiful tits, her nipples already hard.
"You two?"
"Yes," Carly replied, giggling, she too, taking the top off and letting the white nipples, that contrasted with the rest of her skin color, be free, "we talked about it and neither one of us was against it."
"But I've already..."
"You were with my sister, I know. Don't worry about it. This is just a game, a very realistic one." She said, getting nearly on her knees but never letting them touch the ground.
"Yes, it's very realistic," Mimi added and joined her.
I had no idea what was going on, but I wasn't going to stop it. I knew that anonymity led people to commit madness, to situations that they couldn’t accomplish in real life. But in WFO, her faces were the real ones. Mimi's long blonde hair and Carly's snails. Mimi's breasts were slightly bigger, but Carly made up for it with her huge ass and broad hips.
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