Damn! I forgot just how awesome sleeping in a warm bed is!
It would have been better if my leg wasn’t throbbing to hell, but it was still
better than what I’ve gotten the past gods know how long. To make everything
even better, when I limped into the main common room, Alakath was sitting in
there, chatting with Red over what I assume was coffee. The only way it could
have been even better (besides my leg to not be killing me) was for my mom to
also have been there.
I’m pretty sure I squealed to high heaven when I saw
Alakath though. I started to run to him, but my leg wasn’t having that shit. I
instead just hobbled over to him and gave him the tightest hug I could muster.
I hope I didn’t hurt him, since at that moment, I had forgotten he had to have
just gotten out of the hospital. He didn’t seem to mind it, though.
I feel kinda bad about it now, but I also gave him a deep,
firm kiss. That is, until he gently pushed me away. I also feel weird about it,
since I’ve always thought of him more as my dad than anything else. I
definitely am not making a habit out of that.
I sat down in Alakath’s lap and asked what he was doing
here. He said that he and Red had things to discuss (Alakath called Red
“Jacob”, though). I asked what kind of things, and Alakath just said that I’d
know when the time comes for it. I let out a soft growl before leaning up
against him and resting my head on his shoulder.
I sat in his lap like that for a while, just chit chatting
with him and Red about whatever came up. Eventually, though, Red said that I
had a few things he needed me to do. That meant that Alakath had to leave.
Before getting up out of his lap, I pulled him into another hug and gave him a
quick peck on the cheek.
Once Alakath left, Red teased me saying that I only kiss
men that are father figures in my life. I just laughed. As far as men are
concerned, he’s not exactly wrong, but I never really kiss men either. I then
picked on him back, saying that would be the only way he gets a kiss from me.
He laughed and said I’d change my mind one day. Nah, I’ll stick to girls (I
didn’t tell him that!).
After a few minutes, once my excitement died down, Red told
me to hang out in the common room until Andrea got there. She was going to
properly size me for my uniform. I asked if he minded if I talked her into
making mine less revealing, and he just said good luck with that. With that, I
knew I was fucked.
The nurse walked in while I was waiting. She asked how my
leg felt, and I told her it would probably feel better if it was cut off. She
laughed and said that while she could probably arrange for some painkillers to
be given to me, they were expensive and she didn’t have the budget for them. I
said that if I could just spend a few days not walking around, I should feel
fine eventually. She nodded and said that would be best. She said that she had
some alcohol she could come by and rub on it as needed. I told her I’d
appreciate that and she left to get some.
While I was waiting, someone came up behind me and started
squeezing my tits. I was about to start yelling at the person when she greeted
me with a “Good morning, sis” and pecked me on the cheek. I should have known
it was Macy. I asked her to stop, and, instead, she began kneading them. The
way she had my arms pinned, I couldn’t reach up to pull her hands off.
Even though I was starting to groan, I was still able to
plead with her to stop. The last thing I needed was for my tits to be aching
when Andrea came by to fit me for my uniforms. Instead of stopping, however,
she groped them even harder. I began to whimper “Please, stop” over and over
again. Instead, she groped and kneaded even harder and faster.
Soon, Andrea walked in carrying a bag, full of measuring
equipment and fabric no doubt. Of course, my shameless sister didn’t stop at
all. Worsening the issue, Andrea set her bag down on the table by me and said
that Macy is the same as ever. She added that Macy having gotten me so worked
up would make her job all the more interesting, since she’ll have to play with
my tits herself to determine what kind of support they need, if any at all.
Andrea then straddled me in such a way that her tits were
pressed into my face while, judging by the sound of it, she made out with Macy.
Like Macy kissing me, Andrea using me, and often times Macy as well, to explore
her sexuality was a routine thing when we were all together, regardless of if I
wanted to be a part of it or not. The two always loved teaming up on me as
well, since I rarely ever fought back. The one time I did, they spun what happened
to where Mom beat my ass instead of theirs (to be fair, Macy did have to go to
the hospital). So after that, I just let them have their way, whenever they
wanted.
Suddenly, Andrea pulled back and turned my face towards
Macy’s, who started kissing me and pushing her tongue against mine. Macy slid
her hands down to where my arms were still pinned, but she was no longer
groping my tits. Instead, Andrea began groping them herself.
“Nice,” she said. “They’re big, but pretty firm.” She hefted
them, feeling their weight and no doubt enjoying playing with them. “They’re
also heavy.” She pressed into one of them, causing me to let out a moan into
Macy’s mouth. “How have you been moving around with so little support?” She
kept my face towards Macy, who kept her lips locked with mine, preventing me
from answering.
She wrapped a strip of cloth around my bust, and adjusted it
to where it was right over my nipples. The pressure of it on the now highly
sensitive parts made me moan again, this time much more loudly. Macy, in turn,
sighed into my mouth and pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth. One of them
began running their hands through my hair.
Andrea pulled me by my shoulders to my feet and whispered in
my ear for me to lift my arms. Macy slid her hands to my hips and I lifted my
arms up. She wrapped the strip of cloth around my boobs again and jotted down
some stuff on a notepad. She gently grabbed my wrists and lowered them to my
sides over Macy’s hands.
She then said that she had to do my bust again. She “forgot”
to have me take off the maid outfit I was still wearing. Supposedly because she
can’t get an accurate measure while I’m wearing clothes. I said she was full of
bullshit as Macy pulled the dress over my head. Macy then went back to fondling
my boobs, this time reaching underneath the bra I was wearing.
I was starting to tell Macy to cut it out when Andrea shoved
her tongue into my mouth. She then reached behind me and undid my bra, letting
it drop once she unfastened it. Andrea then teased, asking if I felt better
letting my breasts feel the air. She let out a yelp and grabbed a handful of my
back’s fur when I bit her tongue after she shoved it back in my mouth.
Once I stopped biting, she let go of my fur and, again,
wrapped my boobs with that cloth she used to measure them before. When she
pulled back, Macy turned my face towards hers and started kissing me, shoving
her tongue as deep into my mouth as she could. My already intense blush burned
even deeper when Andrea whispered that we were drawing a crowd.
Macy then suddenly pulled back, and I could see that she was
starting to blush. She’s always been uncomfortable around people, and if guys
were gathering to watch us, she was going to become very uncomfortable very
quickly. She stammered that we should find somewhere more private to continue.
Andrea just laughed and said that the spectators made things even more
interesting.
Andrea then grabbed Macy by the shirt, as Macy had begun to
back away, and started kissing her. She stopped long enough to say that Macy
wasn’t getting away that easily. Macy began to say something about the growing
crowd when Andrea gave her another kiss and said to let them watch. Hard
working men deserved a good show once in a while.
Macy squealed when Andrea suddenly yanked her tank top off
over her head, showing off the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. Macy tried to
cover her breasts with her arms, but Andrea grabbed her hands and guided them
to my boobs. Macy then pressed her tits into my back, in an attempt to keep them
covered somehow. She also dug her face into my neck, embarrassed at being
exposed in front of people.
Andrea giggled as she leaned in and somehow got Macy to
start moaning. I looked over as best as I could and it looked like Andrea was
nibbling at Macy’s neck. This also caused Macy to roughly squeeze and lift my
breasts, which made me moan as well. Some whoops from somewhere in the room
confirmed the presence of an audience, but all I could see, thanks to Andrea’s
hand in my hair, was the ceiling, as she was pulling the back of my head down.
However, at this point it seemed that Macy was no longer
interested in helping Andrea antagonize me sexually. Instead, she kept her
chest pressed to my back and her face dug into my neck, more interested in
keeping her boobs, which are only slightly smaller than mine, pressed to my
back. Andrea, when she realized that the tag team on me was over, let out a
sigh and measured my waist and hips, not bothering to remove my panties
(thankfully).
Andrea then looked towards the crowd that was behind me and
made a series of gestures, seeming to tell them that Macy was crying (And she
was! My shoulder was becoming damp from her tears). She then gestured that she
didn’t know what was going on with her. I’m sure she actually knew, but she
wasn’t indicating it to them. When she tried to tilt Macy’s face to give her a
kiss, Macy just let out a squeal and slid her head to where it was pressed into
the back of my neck instead of the side. So, instead, she settled on kissing
me, again. Like always, I meekly allowed her to do it.
After a few more measurements, none of which were as sensual
as the first couple, Andrea finally put her tools back into her bag and walked
behind to where Macy was still crying. She told her that the crowd had been
gone for a few minutes now. Macy looked around her, probably to check whether
Andrea told the truth, then yelled for Andrea to go fuck off. Andrea, in turn,
told her to stop being a baby and that it wasn’t her fault a crowd formed.
Macy said that was bullshit and Andrea laughed and said that
only Red and Macy knew she was coming. If she wanted to blame anyone for the
crowd, it had to be Red. Macy shook her head and said that if we had went into
one of the empty bedrooms like she had first suggested, that we wouldn’t have
had to worry about a crowd.
Andrea chuckled and said that a crowd just watching wasn’t
an issue. It wasn’t like they were groping or trying to fuck us or anything.
(Her reasoning, not mine!) I said that she (Andrea) knew that Macy hated crowds
on a normal basis. She couldn’t expect Macy to be an exhibitionist like she is.
Macy nodded and said “exactly!”
By that point, Macy had put her tank back on (backwards) and
handed me my bra. She said that until I get some clothes, that I could borrow
hers. She said that wearing the maid outfit from Jonah’s wasn’t acceptable. I
nodded and asked if she could bring an outfit to my room and she said sure.
Andrea said that I’d have a few outfits in a few weeks, as
she had to order materials from Drayden’s Burrow. I said it was good to see her
pervy self again and she giggled. I added that it would be nice to have a
non-sexual encounter with her soon. She just laughed and said once I got
settled in, maybe.
Macy asked why she had to order material from so far away,
and Andrea said that it was because the grade of leather she needed wasn’t
available in town anywhere. I said that leather was a no go, but Andrea said
that it was because my outfits were also pieces of armor. There would be cloth
underneath to prevent chafing and such. I sighed and said that was fine as long
as it wasn’t too revealing. She just grinned and said that my groin and tits
would be covered. I scowled at her, knowing that she would fashion something
that literally only covers those areas.
Andrea then gathered her stuff and gave both me and Macy a
kiss. As she left the common room headed towards the front, she turned and gave
us a wink and a wave. Damn I’ve missed that girl, despite being as perverted as
she is. I glanced towards Macy and she was tugging at her tank, trying to pull
it down to where her cleavage was showing. I told her it was on backwards. She
turned it around by just pulling her arms into it and twisting it. She smiled
at me and said thanks.
We then just hung out in the common room and talked about
how our lives have been the past few years. Turns out, she didn’t immediately
come here when Mom kicked her out of the brothel. Instead, she worked for the
Inspector General for half a year. He’s the one who put her in contact with
Red.
When I asked what made her agree to leave working for the
court and come here, she just sighed and said that she’s treated better here.
She said the perks for working for the court were nice, but not worth the
harassment that came with it. She then said that the stunt Andrea had pulled
was tame compared to what the clerks of the court deal with.
I couldn’t help but say that they were doing the same to me
before Andrea pulled her top off. Macy said that was different, since I was
willing. I almost yelled that of course I seemed willing! They shoved their
faces in mine before I could ever say anything. Plus, I had told her to stop
before Andrea ever showed up!
She just bowed her head and apologized. She then added that
she didn’t expect Andrea to get here as soon as she did. She was about to let
me be when Andrea walked in. I pulled her in for a hug and said that next time,
she needed to stop when I first say to. She returned the hug, kissed me and
said she would. She smirked and asked if it was okay if she keeps kissing me
like she does. I sighed and nodded. I then admitted that, despite the
protesting, I did enjoy what she did, and added that, provided that she asks
first, I might let her do it again sometime. I feel like I might regret that,
but I know that’s how she shows her affection.
She started grinning and said she’d be sure to take me up on
that. I just laughed and gave her another hug. When she pulled out of the hug,
she pulled my face to hers and gave me a rather sloppy kiss.
Once I wiped her drool off my lips, I asked if she could go
ahead and bring me an outfit or two to wear. I gestured to my barely clothed
self and said that I can’t go about in just underwear all the time. She said
she could, although she wouldn’t mind me being in just a bra and panties all
the time. I laughed and said that she may not mind, but I do. She gave me one
more peck on the lips before sauntering down the hall to her quarters.
Not long after she left, the nurse walked in, carrying a
bottle of alcohol. She said she came by earlier, but the guys had blocked the
entryway and she couldn’t even get to my room to wait on me. I blushed again as
I said that I didn’t intend for that to happen. Her eyes showed her confusion
as she said that she thought Andrea and Macy were my sisters. I turned away to
hide my intensifying blush as I said that they are.
I then asked if she could follow me to my room so she could
rub the alcohol on my leg without the chance of an audience. She giggled and
said that she could. She then followed me as I hobbled down the halls to my
room. When she closed the door, I sat on my bed and patted the bed next to me
for her to sit, and that she did.
She took a cloth and poured a bit of the alcohol onto it. As
she dabbed it onto my wound, she muttered that it might sting a bit. I sucked
in a breath as my leg stung severely. I asked if it was supposed to burn like
that, and she just giggled and said that it was warding off infection, so yes.
I asked why it stung as bad as it did, especially in comparison to the booze
that’s been dabbed on it before. She shrugged her shoulders and said that this
alcohol is basically pure alcohol, while the strongest liquor is at most three
quarters alcohol.
She continued to dab alcohol on my leg for a few minutes. I
started to notice that there are spots around the wound where the pink dye is
wearing off. She looked up at me and said that if I wanted the dye to come out
quicker, that I could soak in alcohol for a bit and it would come right out. I
shrugged my shoulders and said that I didn’t mind being pink for a while. She
then, in her sternest voice I had to that point heard her use, said that I
should at least bathe sometime. I said that as soon as she was done I would. I
mean, I’ve wanted to bathe, I just hadn’t had the opportunity. She huffed as
she dabbed a little more alcohol on my leg.
She then, rather painfully, slapped my thigh where she had
been dabbing the alcohol a few times. I was tearing up as I asked what that was
for, and she said that it was to make sure I could still feel. I asked if once
wasn’t enough and she just giggled and said maybe, but she wanted to be sure. I
just slowly let out a deep breath and laid back on my bed. She took that as her
cue to get up and leave.
A little bit later, Macy walked in and said that I should
have asked where the baths were. I mumbled that I was going to when I was
ready. She just giggled and said that since I was an awesome sister, I could
just share her bath with her. I asked, to clarify, if she had her own. She
nodded and said it was a perk of her place in Red’s organization. I asked if
Red would be okay with that, and she just nodded and said she had already
cleared it with him. Of course, she added the condition that I had to bathe
with her if I was going to use hers.
I just sighed and asked if there was a common bath, in case
I wanted to bathe and she wasn’t around. She giggled and said she would always
be around, but if she was too busy, she supposed she could let me bathe without
her in hers. I growled and said that’s not what I asked. She smiled and said there was, but she wasn’t
going to let me use it. I asked why not, and she said because she wanted me all
to herself.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her. I then said I wasn’t going
to be trying to fuck anyone while I’m bathing. She just pouted and asked not
even her. I grinned and said nope. She tried to keep pouting but eventually
broke it with a giggle. Then she pecked me on the lips and said to follow her.
She’d show me where her bath, and room, was.
We went up the stairs I had slept under the other night, but
instead of going all the way down to where Red’s office is, we went into one of
the few doors along the corridor leading to it. This lead to a small hallway
with a door on each side. One of these was painted a crimson hue. The other a
dark gray. As I expected, we entered the gray one.
The room was very well decorated, unlike the one I’m in. She
had lined up on one of the walls a picture of Mom, all my sisters, and me. A
row of candles underneath each of them was the only light in the room. Compared
with the rest of the rooms, save Red’s office, it was very dim inside.
While I was observing all that, Macy wrapped her arms around
my waist and asked if I was going to stare at the walls all day, or was I going
to bathe at some point. I just sighed and took a few steps inside, allowing her
to close the door behind her. She then had me follow her to a door in a corner
of the room.
Through this door was Macy’s bath. Compared to her bedroom,
this room was very brightly lit, with candles on every ledge possible. I sighed
as she stood beside me and asked if I could at least have this bath alone. She
pouted but told me where she kept some towels and let me have at it.
Once I poured the bath, I sank in the warm water and closed
my eyes. When I opened them, Macy was standing there in front of me, her hand
on her hip with something of a scowl on her face. She growled that I was to be
bathing, not sleeping. I sighed, but before I said anything, she choked back a
laugh and grinned. I just smirked at her and shook my head.
She said that she half expected me to nod off in the warm
water. That was the main reason she left me alone. She then told me to hop out
and let her change the water for me. I tried to protest, saying I could do it
myself but she insisted on it. I shrugged my shoulders and stepped out of the
bath.
After a few minutes, she had finished refilling the bath
with hot water. Not warm. Hot. She added some soap to the water, which made it
foam up and emit a nice fragrance. She stepped in the bath herself and asked me
to settle back in. I shook my head, saying that I wasn’t in the mood for
anything sensual. She just huffed and, again, asked me to settle in. She
insisted that she wasn’t trying to be sensual.
I looked at her suspiciously as I slowly settled back into
the bath, the water hot enough to sting slightly. Macy sat behind me and
lathered her hands with some shampoo she had. She then began washing my hair.
She didn’t just wash, but also massaged my scalp. She did this for quite a few
minutes before rinsing her hands off in the water in front of me.
She then took a bar of soap that was lying next to us and
lathered her hands again. Once she was satisfied with the amount of soap on her
hands, she began rubbing me down, massaging every possible spot as she went.
She paused, however, when her hands hovered over my breasts. I sighed, turned
to look at her, barely opened my eyes that had slid shut shortly after she
began, and nodded.
She, surprisingly gently caressed them for a bit, very
gently kneading them to work the soap into my fur. I couldn’t help but let out
a low moan as she cleaned them, her touch felt so good. She then rested her
chin on my shoulder as she finally moved down to my belly, but not before
giving my breasts a more firm grope.
This rather unexpected full body massage and wash continued
on for quite some time. She actually got into the water herself, not bothering
to take off her clothes, when she went to take care of my legs and feet. She
didn’t pause again until only my crotch remained. She lightly tapped the inside
of my thighs and waited. I shook my head this time. I told her I’d get that
spot, and she just nodded, cupped some water into her hands and rinsed my hair
and body that wasn’t submerged in water that way.
I pulled her into a hug right as I could begin hearing Red
call for Macy. She sighed and said that she had to go. I nodded and released
her from my hug. She quickly sauntered out of the bathroom, not even bothering
to dry off or change. I finished washing where she didn’t get and emptied the
bath and dried off.
Then I realized that I had no clothes up there. I didn’t
want to just take some of hers, once I found them that is, so I just stayed
wrapped up in the towel I had taken and sat on her bed. Again, I looked at all
the pictures on the wall across from me. They all seemed fairly recent. Only
mine and Mom’s were old it seemed. The one of me was the last picture Mom had
taken of me before I was banished from the hotel. Mom’s, and I only knew it was
Mom because her birthmark is just below her right eye, seemed to have been from
before I was even born. She was still youthful, and really sexy honestly,
especially with the pose she was in for that picture.
I was pulled out of my admiration of Mom’s younger self by
hearing Macy yelling “Fuck you!” at somebody. That was followed by Red yelling
“Mace, what’s going on?” However, by the time he finished, she had come back
into her room and shut and locked the door. I immediately saw what the problem
was. Her tank had been ripped off her shoulder on her right side, her tit bare
to the air.
I got up and walked over to her. Tears were welling up in
her eyes and her lips were quivering. I pulled into a hug right as she began
wailing. I rubbed her hair and kept whispering things in her ear, trying to
comfort her. After what seemed like forever, she finally calmed down enough to
whisper “I hate that fucking fox.”
I asked what fox, and she just said “Sam.” I said I know a
fox named Sam. She then perfectly described the particular fox that tipped me
off about the relic. I didn’t realize he was part of this and said as much.
Then she said that he isn’t. He’s Red’s contact in the court that relays things
between him and the various court nobles, especially Lewis Bradshaw.
I asked what did he do to her, and she gestured at her now
ruined tank top. I told her to sit down and I’d be right back. I think she
actually tried to stop me, but I had unlocked and walked out before she could really
react.
When I stepped out into the corridor, I could see the fox
standing just inside the doorway into Red’s office. I stormed in his direction
and grabbed a thick brick of a book that was laying on Macy’s desk. I could
just start to hear the fox saying that “the hussy deserves it” when I bashed
his head with the book.
He crumpled to the ground immediately. I glanced at Red and
he had a smirk on his face and made a gesture up and down, then shrugged. I
looked down and saw I was completely naked. I looked behind me, and caught in
the doorframe I came out of was the towel I was wrapped in. I looked back at
Red, and he just mouthed for me to get dressed. I put the book back on Macy’s
desk as I retreated into her room, picking up the towel as I went.
No sooner did I close the door and turn around did Macy slap
the shit out of me. Hard enough for me to start seeing stars. I braced against
the door as I asked what that was for. She said it was for being so brash. I
said I wasn’t going to not do anything to the guy for messing with her, and she
just huffed.
Then the pain in my leg hit me. I guess having a quick
adrenaline rush helps ease the pain a bit. I hobbled over to her bed and laid
down on it. Macy stood by me, hands on her hips, and asked if I was going to
get dressed anytime soon. I said as soon as she got herself redressed and gave
me something to wear. Then I decided to look up and see she was already in a
different tank. This one black, while the ripped one was white.
She went into her drawers and pulled out a tank top and some
shorts and threw them at me. I asked her what her problem was, and she just
glared at me. She then sighed and said that she knew I meant well, but I
shouldn’t have just barged in like I did. She added that the fox is the only
reason that Red is able to keep in contact with certain nobles in the court.
Red would be arrested on the spot if he tried to directly contact them. Red
also wouldn’t allow her to do it, since he felt she was too valuable to him to
risk anything happening to her.
I easily could have just ended the fox’s willingness to work
with Red. Seemingly on cue, Red knocked on the door and said that he needed to
speak with us. I hastily put on the clothes that Macy gave me while, continuing
to glare at me, she walked over to the door and let him in.
He immediately asked if Macy was okay, and she said she
would be. He said that he meant was she okay right then, and she scowled at him
and asked if it looked like she was. He sighed and pulled a packet out of a
pouch on his belt and offered it to her. She eyed it quickly before swatting it
out of his hand, sending it skittering into a corner.
She was trembling at that point and right as I started to
say something, she fell to her knees, head in her hands, and began sobbing. I
pulled my sister into a hug and rubbed up and down her back. I looked up at
Red, and he just sighed and walked back out. I get the feeling dealing with
upset people isn’t something he’s good with.
She caught me off guard when she turned and pulled me into a
surprisingly deep and passionate kiss. I know I let out a squeak of alarm when
she shoved her tongue into my mouth, but I just kept rubbing her back and let
her do it. After a bit, she let me go and said thanks. I just smiled and told
her I’d do anything for her.
She just smiled and said I’m an awesome sister. I asked if
she was ready to hear whatever it was that Red had wanted to say and she
nodded. I started to stand when she pulled me back onto her bed and said to let
her go get him and she gently patted my stitched up part of my leg, I guess to
explain why she didn’t want me to do it.
Then she stood up and walked out, but not with her usual
buoyant stride. I stayed seated on her bed and, once again, found myself
admiring the pictures of my family on the wall. Again, I found myself staring
at Mom’s picture. I still can’t believe just how beautiful she was whenever
that picture was taken.
I was still imagining all the ways Mom had to use to ward
off all the guys when Macy walked in. She didn’t say anything, but just walked
over to her closet and pulled out a long coat, trousers, and a hat and put them
on. I said it was a bit warm for the coat, and she nodded, but said she had to
wear it if she was going to the Court. I asked was she, and she just nodded.
When I asked why, she just said that that was what Red was
wanting to talk about. He needed one of us to go to the Court and she had
volunteered. I asked what for, and she said for me not to worry about it. I
then asked what time it was and she just said that it’s after dark.
I told her to be safe as she ushered me out of her room and
she said she would be. I then gave her a quick kiss and headed to my room. When
I got there, the nurse was waiting on me and had me sit down next to her.
She rubbed some alcohol on my leg again and said I smelled
nice. I told her it was my sister’s soap and she said she knew. More of the dye
came out of my fur around where she was dabbing, and she again said I should
soak in some alcohol so it would all hurry and come out. It would also help
heal my leg. I just said I will tomorrow and she nodded.
She just left a few minutes ago and my leg feels fine for
now, besides the burning from the alcohol. Today was great, all in all. I just
hope the next several are just as awesome. I also hope Macy’s okay. The streets
are dangerous this time of night.