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Standart The Harem Ch. 01

Hello to everyone reading this! This is part 1 in a I-don't-know-how-many-chapters series with a bit of a slow burn. There's sex in chapter 1 but nothing much happens until chapter 2. I'm working on really building up to the moment of sex and languishing in little moments of sexuality. Sorry if it's boring.
As always, comments and feed back are appreciated. Thanks!
Mark listened to the woodland sounds. The stream, the birds, the wind in the leaves. He listened to the sound of wind chimes gently floating through the air as they softly kissed each other and the wind caressed sweet notes from their hollow forms.
He counted his breaths as he sat listening with his eyes closed. In. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Hold. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Out. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Again.
He lost track of time as his breath calmed his body. His subconscious mind followed suit allowing his body to relax further. As was always the case, the constant, quiet hum of discontent disappeared under the warm blanket of his meditation and Mark felt like he could really and truly relax. He felt his soul lift, he felt like he could breathe properly. Not just the discontent, but the anger and aggression that was always just under the surface quieted down and the Beast (as Mark always thought of his anger) lay down to rest for a while.
If only he could carry it like that.
The gentle tone of a meditation bowl told Mark he needed to get back to studying. He had two final exams left before he could check out and the only thing he had to worry about was Prom and summer vacation. He had fantasies of lounging by the pool and relaxing in the sun. He dreamed of getting away from school for a year. His mom had agreed to let him to take a year off from school during which he would be working with a construction company he had worked with in summers past. He looked forward to leaving the social politicking of high school behind and maybe, just maybe, the Beast would stay behind with it.
He wasn't hopeful.
He opened eyes. His room was purposefully sparse. No computer, no desk, no chairs, just a bed in the corner furthest from the door and soft carpeting on the floor. The walls were decorated with posters of Japanese wood block prints, ink paintings and watercolors. It was all designed to be peaceful and distraction free. He stretched out his long frame on the soft carpet and reached behind him to turn off the timer and the white noise machine.
Almost immediately he felt the Beast rise in his chest. He hated high school. He hated all the fakers. He hated the teachers who wasted his time, knowing they were just wasting his time. He hated the school system that made him take tests whose only purpose was to prove that he could take tests, and he hated a system about which the best thing that can be said of it was that fewer kids committed suicide over High School now than they did ten years ago.
The Beast fueled his anger, his hatred and his rage, but not as much after an hour of meditation. Mark wasn't so angry that he couldn't get back to studying. Outside his room he heard the twins talking down the hall. River and Rachel were two years older than him attending the local community college and working in the family business. Which is to say that they were interns at Mom's IT consulting firm while taking care of gen ed requirements before going to a conventional university for their degree. The house was a single-story ranch house. From the entrance there was an open floor plan into the living room, dining room and kitchen to the front and left, while a hallway to the right led to the bedrooms and the bathroom Mark shared with the twins. There was a finished basement which they used for movie nights and which Mark used to practice Akido when he had the house to himself.
As he walked down the hall to the dining room where he had left his studies an hour before, he saw his family. River and Rachel sat at the kitchen bar while Mom (Susan) made dinner. River and Rachel, though fraternal twins, were similar to the point of being near identical. They were both just shy of 5,9, had the same black hair and blue eyes that Mom said their Dad had, and if they chose to dress alike and hide their hair (River had short hair, Rachel had long, wavy hair that reached down to her ass), they could almost serve as mirrors for each other. Rachel however, had a woman's body. She had gorgeous breasts that Mark had to remind myself were off limits, curvy hips begging for attention and an ass that was so stunning she had to try to hide it. Mark had gotten into more than one fight with assholes who thought that because she was pretty and single, that meant she was eager and available. He had gotten into more fights with assholes who thought that "no" meant they had free license to call her a fat, frigid bitch.
River for all that he was so similar to Rachel, was oddly different. He was kind of androgynous looking, with keçiören escort a feminine face, narrow shoulders and wider hips, but none of the typical feminine curves nor the strong angular lines of a more masculine build. He had tried to grow a goatee at one point to make himself look more manly or something but that didn't take. Something about him, besides his height, had always left him on the outside of most groups, looking in. Between that and his interest in technology River had few friends, and those few he had were more interested in getting close to Rachel and Mom than River. Rachel and Mark were really his only friends, and they both had other friends besides. Rachel had even had boyfriends, although most of those had dried up when they realized that Rachel was more interested in code than camaraderie. Mark had gotten into his fair share of fights over River as well. Bullies being what they were, it wasn't surprising that they picked on him for being different. River was small and slight for a guy, but Mark knew that River also had an ass every bit as alluring and hypnotic as Rachel's. Not for the first time, Mark wondered if River would be happier if he embraced his body instead of trying to hide it. If there was ever a man who could pull of a dress, it was River. Mark shook those thoughts from his head and looked at his mom.
She was taller than the twins, but shorter than Mark's 6 foot 2. She was an IT consultant, focusing on the business side of things while employees like Rachel and River did more of the stereotypical software/hardware kind of stuff. Mom wasn't rail thin or super fit or anything, but she made an effort to exercise and stay in shape. A couple of years before their Dad had died and the IT company had really started taking off, Mom had gotten herself some cosmetic surgery to deal with the "FF back killers" she called them. She wasn't as curvy as Rachel - her bust was a modest though stellar C cup these days - but she was no less beautiful or enthralling a creature, especially when she wore yoga pants around the house.
Mark had her black hair, olive skin and brown eyes. The biggest difference between them was that Mom's eyes were always caring and gentle. Mark's eyes were always suppressing the Beast.
"Hey there, Tiger. Feeling better?" River said that Mark reminded him of a caged tiger. Rachel called him "Kiddo" and Mom called him "Baby." River's voice was a lightweight tenor and soft. River didn't like putting himself out there or being noticed and his voice was always soft, even at home. Even if he hadn't been aware of Mark's anger issues, his voice would have been soft and gentle.
The family knew better than to tease Mark about his meditation. They knew that he had anger issues. They knew the reasons behind his fights and knew how much work Mark had put in to manage the rage. And they knew that despite all the effort, Mark was still graduating a year late because he had been suspended for fighting so many times. If he hadn't taken so many summer courses, he'd be looking forward to graduating even later.
Mark shrugged. He wasn't large or brawny, but he filled any space he walked into. He was tough, hardened, and the muscles he developed from akido and the manual labor jobs he got did plenty to fill him out. "Better enough. I need to finish studying for my Calc final. I have my headphones, so you don't need to move or anything." He held up the noise canceling headphones he kept around the house.
Rachel poured River and Mom a glass of wine, then held the bottle towards Mark. "Want a glass with dinner?"
Mark shook his head. "Finals tomorrow, Rach. Maybe on graduation. Save it for a celebration."
"Good idea." Mom handed Mark a soda instead. "You want to eat while you study or join us?"
Mark sighed. He wanted to eat with his family. He liked his family. Aside from how much he enjoyed looking at them because they were fucking gorgeous (even River was stunning when he stopped being so self-conscious), he enjoyed talking with them. Being with them soothed the Beast as much, sometimes better than meditation did. It was only recently that he had discovered sex with his girlfriend, Liz, was almost as good as meditation, although he often wondered if sex with someone else would be even better. Not that Liz was bad in bed, but they were still working on their chemistry. Sometimes it was great, usually it was fine, but just as often it was work.
"I wish," Mark said coming back to the conversation, I'm just trying to get these concepts into my brain and it isn't working."
"Want some help?" Rachel and River asked together.
He waved them off. "I shouldn't have taken calculus," Mark said. "I'll make it or break it on my own. It's not like I need the credit to graduate, and it isn't like I'm applying to MIT or anything."
The twins laughed because they had both applied to MIT and both been rejected. It was a bit of a disappointment for keçiören escort bayan them all. His older siblings were so much smarter than him, so much promise about everything they did that everyone thought they were a shoe-in. And while Mark never felt like he had to live up to their accomplishments, he was secretly and guiltily glad they hadn't gotten in. He liked his siblings and he wanted them to hang around for as long as possible.
"Maybe not MIT," Mom said, "but whatever you do, I'll be proud, Baby. And I know Dad would be too."
They all turned to look at the framed picture of the family in the dining room. Just a stupid accident. A moment of carelessness from someone who should have known better and then he was gone. Mark turned away from the picture and left the room. "Thanks everyone." He got to work.
Rachel and River never told anyone that they had deliberately botched their applications to MIT. They never told anyone how easy it had been to know which questions would knock down their admittance scores just enough that they wouldn't get a free ride, and they probably wouldn't even get accepted. Just like they never told anyone that the reason they stayed was for Mark and Mom. Mom, because they didn't want her to be alone or lonely and they loved her. Mark, because they knew how much he needed them.
Rachel lay awake in her room, looking up at the poster of Harrison Ford as Han Solo, that she had taped there. Her room was a shrine to nerd culture with posters of everything from Star Wars and Star Trek to Dr Who, Super Mario Smash Bros, and Skyrim. She had a dresser that had giant tv screen on it connected to a pc and a playstation instead of a mirror. who needs a mirror with a webcam anyways? but it wasn't Harrison Ford, or Patrick Stewart, or David Tennant keeping her awake that night.
That night she was worrying about Mark. He liked to talk about how stupid he was, about how if they had a dog Mark would be the fifth smartest person in the house, but she knew that the only reason he was taking calculus was that it was the only course available that wouldn't put him to sleep. The best thing about being a senior in high school is that he had a lot of freedom to choose his classes. The down side was that the choices available did not include the things he was interested in. In the end, the biggest issue Mark had was he wasn't good a dealing with bullshit. And school was just one shovel of bullshit after another. Maybe things would improve once he graduated. Maybe once he could focus on things he was interested in, then he wouldn't be angry all the time. Then he wouldn't spend most of his time avoiding fights. He didn't get into fights working construction over the summer, or during spring or winter breaks. The only time he got into trouble was with assholes who were known to give her or River a hard time.
"Nope." She said to herself as she turned over in bed, as though turning her back would allow to turn her back on her thoughts. "Stop. Stop right there, and don't go any further. Just stop."
But it was too late. The truth was that Mark's anger, the fury he managed to keep leashed by some supreme act of will, turned Rachel on. Not the anger itself. She recognized that. It wasn't the anger that turned her on but the change in Mark that came with it. She remembered seeing that anger unleashed at a boy who wouldn't leave her alone a couple of weeks ago. A boy who couldn't imagine that Rachel actually meant "leave me alone."
It was a Saturday. They were at the Mall. Rachel was waiting for some friends when a boy came over talking to her. She had told him she wasn't interested. He didn't take no for an answer, so she tried to leave but three of his buddies were there. She tried to text a friend, but they snatched the phone from her hand. She wanted to scream but couldn't get the sound out. They kept on pushing, kept on crowding her until they had trapped her into a side hallway. No one to help her. No one to see or do anything as this boy's hand reached up under her shirt. Then Mark was there. He grabbed the boy by the shoulder. He didn't pull or push or attack right away, just put a firm grip on the boy's shoulder. Firm enough to grab his attention. He was outnumbered four to one. These guys were jocks from State. They were big, impressive guys but Mark faced them down like they were nothing. Rachel remembered his shirt was just a bit too tight and she could see the swell of his biceps.
"She said no, Dumbass." Mark said.
The boy turned around to see who grabbed him. "Mad Dog Mark right? I've heard about you. Think you're hot shit in high school for getting into fights? Get out before my buddies and I show you a real fight."
"She said no," Mark repeated. He looked at Rachel. "Come on Rach."
The leader laughed and shoved Mark away. Or tried to. Mark stepped off the line of attack in a perfect execution of a simple akido move. He held back from escort keçiören returning the attack though or else the boy would have gone flying across the hall. Instead he just stumbled forward and Rachel laughed.
"You're going to pay for that." He said. The four of them ganged up on Mark.
Rachel remembers very clearly watching Mark dodge attacks, get out of grabs, throw boys into each other and make them look like fools. She also remembered when he lost his temper, and started breaking bones. "All this for a stupid cunt?" One of the boys had asked. That's what did it. That's when Mark went on the offensive and he decided that if the boys wouldn't stop on their own, he would make them. Mark had them on the ground, he was going to start stamping on their faces but stopped when Rachel grabbed his shoulder. She nodded to the hallway and a couple of bystanders were there with a mall cop.
"These four have been trouble here for ages," the mall cop said. "Why don't you skedadle while I handle the paperwork?"
Four college jocks had seven broken bones between them. Mark had a bloody nose. He did it to protect his sister, to save her from the possibility of rape. Had it been at school they would have suspended him. His longest suspension had been for her. To protect her. The anger when he saw an idiot who wouldn't leave her alone was tremendous. The fury when they had called her "a stupid cunt," was blinding.
Just thinking about Mark in that moment made Rachel wet.
Again.
Her nipples hardened underneath her tank top until she felt them stretching the fabric. She could feel the blood rushing to her pussy lips and clit. She felt them engorge and harden with her arousal. She smelled her wetness before she felt it clinging to her panties. She took a deep breath to try and calm down, but her nipples were so sensitive that the fabric rubbing against them as she breathed made her body quiver in delight.
She clutched her thighs reflexively and couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like for Mark's hands to grab her like that. Not angry, but protective. Aggressive. Passionate. Wanting. Needing. But not violent or harmful.
Not with her.
She imagined his strong hands running over her soft body. She imagined his breath whispering over her skin. She knew her D cup breasts and wide hips made her look fat no matter what she wore. She knew that she would never look like an Instagram model, but she knew that Mark didn't care. She saw the way he looked at her. She knew he looked at her and saw HER. She knew his eyes lingered on her ass and breasts when he thought she wasn't looking. She knew he stared at her legs when she wore shorts around the house or when they were swimming in the backyard. She couldn't say what was in his eyes when she caught him looking in her peripheral vision, but it felt so good to feel his eyes on her. Even if he didn't look at her with lust, it was never with disgust. She wanted to know what he would think of her if he could see her hourglass body naked. If he could see her heavy tits and thick thighs the way they were instead of hidden under baggy clothes or squeezed like sausages in too tight ones. Even swimming she wore shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She hated her body as much as she wanted to show it to Mark - to Kiddo.
She should stop. This was her baby brother. She wasn't supposed to think of her baby brother this way. She took another deep breath, the way that Mark always did when he was trying to get his emotions under control, but once again her sensitive nipples sent shock waves of pleasure down her spine until it came out in a heady, thick fluid between her legs. She rubbed her bare thighs with her hands as she tried to get ahold of herself, but she didn't have much hope. Every touch, every breath, everything made her think of Kiddo and how he looked at her and how she wanted him to touch her. She only ever exposed this much leg in bed. she wore panties and a tank top to bed and nothing else and she dug her fingers into her thigh the way she imagined Mark would as he appreciated the feel of her naked flesh. Of flesh she was so afraid to show the world.
She imagined his hands as she worked them up her tank top. He wouldn't go under her top, not at first. He would play with her breasts over it. He would tease her nipples through the fabric. He would tease all of her through the fabric of her clothes. His hands would squeeze her ass and tease the edge of her panties. He would kiss and lick her neck. He would bite her, claim the flesh already exposed, but he wouldn't force his way under it. Not yet.
Rachel pulled one tit to her mouth and latched on to her nipple through the tank top. She imagined Mark doing it as his free hand teased her pussy through her panties. God she was wet. She tried not to fantasize about Mark, she tried to think about some other boy, a hot celeb, a porn star, tentacle anime, anything. But her thoughts refused to obey and she felt her pussy squeeze out more juice every time her mind told her that the hands touching her were Mark's hands and that the lips on her nipples were Marks lips. Every time her mind showed her Marks face on her tit and his eyes staring into her eyes her breath quickened, her body grew hotter, and she squeezed her thighs together to push her hand harder onto her clit.
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