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Island Fever 5: Family
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 20: "Mini"
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              -*-  Sunday, April 3, 2016  -*-
               -*-  Lommedalen, Norway  -*-


   The Norwegian scenery zoomed by and shined in all of its
glory.  It is difficult to describe the sheer beauty of it all;
the bright green hills sloping into crystal blue lakes, with
picturesque cottages nestled here and there.  The view was
_astonishing_.  From the dense pine forests to the east, near
the Swedish border, to the serrated fjords splitting isolated
inlets and tranquil bays in the west, the rugged snow-draped
mountains of the north glistening under the Midnight Sun in
the summertime, and to the flat, coastal lowland here in the
south, Norway was as diverse as it was stunning.
   "The dream is not about working out of a home office.  It’s
about working out of a home business fort."
   "Home forts are easy," I said in response to Alison, whose
sneaker-clad feet were resting upon the dashboard of the
vintage 1987 _Ferrari F40_ - one of my prized vehicles - as I
sped along the Norwegian countryside on this lovely Sunday
afternoon.  "Just a matter of rearranging the sofa cushions."
   I glanced over and snuck a peek at Alison's taut, little
hips in her stonewashed denim jeans as she reached into her
purse and fished out her cell phone.  My eyes focused on her
smallish, humble breasts for a split-second, concealed by a
Cincinnati Reds hoodie jacket, as she then flipped open her 
phone and began furiously tapping away on its keypad.
   I returned my gaze to the road in front of us, but still
stole quick glances of the charming young blonde seated in the
passenger seat alongside me.  There was a smile upon Alison's
face, so I did not inquire what exactly she was doing until
the message was typed out.  But, I was curious.
   "You texting again?"
   "Yeppers," Alison replied.  "Lindsay sent me three texts,
all in a row.  Let's see... weirdo, creepy rat, and freak.  I
just texted her back... you looking in a mirror?"
   I chuckled.  Lindsay and Alison were madly in love, but
they were also sisters.  What that meant was that they enjoyed
tormenting and teasing each other from time to time.  It had
been that way between them, apparently, their entire lives.
"I cannot believe Lindsay called you a creepy rat."  I began
laughing harder.  "Not the dreaded creepy rat!"
   "I know, right?" Alison countered quickly, giggling.  But
then, Alison leaned over and rested her head upon my shoulder
and curled her left arm around my right elbow.  I felt a sense
of sheer warmth and devotion cascade all throughout me at once.
Alison was quickly becoming irreplacable to me.
   "You tired, honey?"
   "No," she answered, reaching up and ruffling my hair with
her other hand.  "I just like being close to you."  My eyes
went wide, a smile forming on my lips, as she pecked my cheek
with a kiss and then settled the side of her face upon my
shoulder even deeper than before.  "I love you, Jeremy."
   "I love you too, Alison," I gently told her.  "And I
promise to take care of you for the rest of your life."
   Alison perked up, lifting her head from my shoulder.  "Oh,
another text."  She inspected her cell phone yet again.  "Not
from Lindsay.  It's from Pamela.  Hmmmmm... what does she say?
Pamela says... I still feel butterflies from spending Friday
evening with you."  The toothiest, most glamorous grin flashed
across Alison's face as she added, "Oh, Pamela is so sweet!"
   "I'm glad you got to have that time alone with her," I
offered.  "Pamela is a really awesome girl and has been
attracted to you, honey, for quite a long time."
   "Lindsay said you watched us with your cameras?"
   "I did.  Is that okay?"
   "It's fine," Alison assured me.  "Lindsay told me all
about your cameras even before I came to Norway two months
ago.  So did Trish.  They explained everything.  Maybe I'm
a bit of an exhibitionist, I don't know, but I kind of like
the idea of you eavesdropping on me and Pamela like that.  I 
like the idea... of someone watching me, have sex."
   "Really?"
   "I do," she admitted.  "Plus, Lindsay promised to show me
video footage of you and Trish taking her virginity in a
three-some back in 2013 while you were still on the island."
   I grinned.  "That's one of my favorite videos of all."
   "I cannot WAIT to see what Lindsay's naked body looked
like before she became pregnant," Alison purred.  "Hopefully,
she takes me into your secret room with the cameras soon.
And Trish as a blonde, instead of a brunette like now!  It
will be AWESOME to finally see that video!"
   "When are you going to graduate from that bedroom in the
guest corridor of our house, and move into the master bedroom
with the rest of us?" was my next question.  It was somewhat
bold on my part, as everyone in the family - an idea that was
spearheaded by me, no less - was adamant about letting Alison
go through this entire process of moving in and integrating
herself into our little family at her own pace.  She had been
sexually intimate with Lindsay and yours truly, obviously, as 
well as Pamela, but none of the others quite yet.
   "I don't know," Alison responded, her tone hushed.  Was
that yet another flash of her shy, humble nature?  Did my
question catch her a bit off-guard?
   "You know how big our bed is," I said, prodding Alison a
bit further.  "You are more than welcome to come and stay
with us any night, even if it's just a test run."  I rested
my cheek against her head and softly continued, "Nothing has
to happen, honey - you can simply fall asleep with us.  You
would enjoy going to sleep in the middle of eight people who
want nothing more than to love and take care of you.  Believe
it or not, I look forward to it every night - nodding off in
such a warm, loving mass of humanity.  Every night, no matter
what happens, is like a fantasy come true for me."
   Alison closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath.  "That
does sound kind of intriguing.  Nothing would happen, you
say?  I just... I don't want to jump in all at once, you
know.  I think... I think I want to be with Trish next.  And
Amy.  Kristanna, Devon, Scarlett... they are so nice and
sweet, but I'm... I'm not quite ready with any of them yet."
   I lifted my head to offer myself a clearer view of the
roadway ahead.  "You don't need to worry about Kristanna or
Scarlett putting any moves on you, sweetheart.  Kristanna,
with Ariel being born, is in no shape to have sex for another
three or four weeks.  Scarlett has been really cranky and
irritable lately, and is probably just a few days from giving
birth herself.  I think the last thing on her mind right now 
is sex.  And Devon?  Devon won't lay a finger on you until 
you are ready for her to do so.  Trust me on that."
   "I do trust you," Alison nodded with a smile.  "I trust the
entire family.  I just... I want to get a bit closer with
Kristanna, Devon and Scarlett before anything happens, you
know?  It's really hard to get close with Kristanna it seems
nowadays, with her... her having to deal with Ariel."
   "Yeah," I frowned.  "Krissy hasn't been herself since
Ariel was born and we went through all that drama in the
hospital.  But, she is working on it.  You'll find out soon
enough, Alison, that Krissy is probably the best person -
easily the nicest and most friendly - that you'll ever meet.
Just give her time.  It's been a rough few weeks for her.
But Krissy is the rock that holds our family together."
   "Oh, I know."
   Silence reigned between us for a couple of minutes, the
only sound being that of the _Ferrari F40_'s engine.  Soon,
Alison and I would be at our ultimate destination.
   Alison began tapping away on her phone again.  I figured
she was sending Pamela a proper response, or trading another
playful barb with Lindsay.  Whatever the case, I did not
inquire.  If she wanted to tell me, I figured, she would.
   Once we arrived in the heart of Lommedalen, a small, cozy
community situated a mere seven miles northwest of our home
in Sandvika, Alison and I came upon an incredibly long red
light.  It was so long, in fact, that she turned toward me
with a tender smile and requested, "Kiss me while we wait?"
   "You never have to ask me for that, honey."
   I turned my head toward Alison as she swiveled my way in
her seat.  Our lips met in the middle, gentle and loving,
but then I slipped my tongue into her mouth.  My hand moved
to the back of her neck and stayed there, my tongue slowly
exploring every tasty recess of her mouth, until the light
finally flashed green.  Then, it was back to driving.
   Remembering the directions that Amy had given to me, I
found our destination without an issue.  I had never been to
this particular boutique before, but apparently it was a
favorite spot for several of my wives.  And why not?
   We were at _Marinka_, a lingerie and bridal shoppe located
here in Lommedalen.  Considered the largest and most upscale
lingerie retailer in all of Norway, _Marinka_ had its home
base in Oslo, but also several smaller stores - like this -
scattered throughout the surrounding area.
   Alison approached me earlier this morning with the idea
that she wanted to go to _Marinka_.  Naturally, I wondered
why a sweet and wholesome 19-year-old wanted to go to a
lingerie retailer.  I had never seen Alison in any premium,
exotic play-wear before; the mental image seemed out of place
to me.  Did I still consider her too young for it?  She was a
jeans and t-shirt kind of girl to me (the cheerleading outfit
she modeled for me a few days back did not count as lingerie).
   But Alison claimed that all of her bras were at least a
year old and, with her final growth spurt perhaps, they felt
a bit tight and constricting on her.  Alison wanted new ones.
   "I actually want to buy more than just some new bras," she
confessed.  "I want to, you know, buy some... sexy stuff."
   "Like lingerie?"
   "Yeah," she admitted, grinning.  "All of the other girls
here have sexy lingerie, and all of them seem to swear up and
down that _Marinka_ is the best place to purchase it."  She
paused and glanced downward, again in a humble moment, then
made eye contact with me.  "Would you take me there?  I would
really like it if you went with me, Jeremy."
   "Only if you model whatever you buy for me."
   "I would love to!" Alison happily exclaimed, rising up
from her chair and rushing over to me.  "Thank you, Jeremy!"
she chirped, tossing both arms around me in a loving embrace.
   Back in the present time, Alison was seriously pouting, and
seemed taken aback.  "This place looks really expensive..."
We were now in the parking lot of _Marinka_.  It looked like
a stylish, high-class establishment with trendy designs and
large, plate-glass windows.  It was definitely upscale.  "I
don't want this to cost you too much money, Jeremy."  This
girl had still yet to fully grasp the concept that money was
of no object to me.  It was endearing of her, yet frustrating,
at the same time.  Eventually, I hoped that she would learn.
   "You pick out whatever you want," I instructed her.  "Do
not worry about the cost.  I will take care of everything."
I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.  "Consider this a
present for officially joining our family.  Now you need to
splurge for once and enjoy what I can offer you.  Let me
spoil you rotten for a day.  Now go in, and take your time."
   Immediately upon entering the establishment, I felt - as
most men in my situation would - horribly out of place.  I
was a 42-year-old man in jeans and hiking boots, with a
19-year-old girl lugging close behind me, walking into a
world of feminine lingerie and garments.  I was certain
that many others in the shoppe, if not all of them, would
automatically assume that I was Alison's actual father.
What business did a father have in taking his daughter, who
could easily pass as someone much younger than Alison's 
actual age of 19, to a lingerie store?  Oh, insecurities...
   Fortunately, there were hardly any customers throughout
the shoppe.  That was strange for a Sunday afternoon, I
thought.  Still, I felt incredibly queasy to my stomach.
Why did I agree to come into such a place with apparent
jail-bait on my arm again?
   "Lindsay suggested that I get some high-heels right off
the bat," Alison informed me.  "It will make more sense for
me to try on lingerie and other sexy outfits while wearing a
pair of high-heels instead of these sneakers."
   And with that, I was led by the hand to the shoe section
in the back right corner where a goth-looking salesgirl
greeted us with a friendly hello and smile.  Her hair was
long and jet-black, with bright blue accents near the tips.
Her complexion was white - pasty even - like a ghost, and
she had more tattoos and body jewelry than I could count.
   So not my type.
   Alison browsed the wide selection of sexy high-heels and
pumps for several moments, but my attention was eventually
diverted toward the nearby wall display of tiny mini-skirts.
Alison seemed to settle on a pair of silver stilettos with a
peep toe design, raised platform and slingback straps with
rhinestone buckles.  They were the type of high-heels that
Pamela, I'm quite certain, used to wear as an exotic dancer
on stage.  Fuck-me pumps, to put it bluntly.  I could never
envision Alison wearing these out in the standard public.
   "See anything you like over there?" she asked me with a
grin as I continued to eye the assortment of mini-skirts.
   "A couple," was all I said, my insides churning.  Suddenly,
I was feeling a bit more at ease.  Perhaps lingerie shopping
with Alison wasn't going to be that bad after all?  We could
definitely have some fun with it.  Now, it seemed as if Alison
and I were the only customers in the store.
   "Pick out what you like," she suggested, referring to the
wall of mini-skirts.  A mini-skirt paradise.  "I can try them
on.  The girl went to the back to get these shoes in my size."
   There was quite the assortment of mini-skirts hanging on
the wall in front of me.  In fact, the display rose at least
20 feet into the air.  Short and micro mini-skirts, some made
of leather, others of vinyl, lace and even the time honored
plaid schoolgirl design.  Some of them were sleek and elegant,
some had sequins, while others were made of ruffles.  Others,
of course, were downright lewd (i.e. incredibly hot).  One
caught my eye, though - a _ruched velvet skirt_ with a deep,
glossy shine.  Alison would look spectacular in any of these,
but she would blow my mind in that one!
   Alison wobbled over to me a good six inches taller than
she was just a few moments ago.  I chuckled at the sight;
Alison seemed so incredibly awkward and unbalanced.  Clearly, 
she was not used to wearing such dramatic heels like these.
   "You going to be okay?" I teased her, holding her hand to
be sure.  "Not going to tumble over like a load of bricks?"
   "Oh, I'll be fine," she giggled, before looking back over
her shoulder.  "Paige, could you help my husband?  I think he
wants me to try on some of these little skirts."
   "Paige?  Who is Paige?" I said, and then the goth salesgirl
strolled up and offered us a smile.  Wait a minute.  Did
Alison just refer to me as her husband?  Oh wow!  Was that a
precursor for the future?  But, Alison would probably marry
Lindsay first.  Could anyone really blame her if she did?
   "Of course I can, miss."
   "Aren't they pretty?" Alison swooned at me, sticking one
high-heeled foot out at a time and dangling it around.  "I've
never owned a pair of shoes like these before!"  She was
still trying to work on her balance.  Alison, needless to say,
looked amazing in the expensive pumps.  I loved the way they
accentuated her lower calves.  She would even be more stunning,
though, combining those high-heels with a little mini-skirt.
Oh, those bare, naked legs of hers in a mini-skirt and heels;
just the thought sent my mind into hot, erotic overdrive!
   Paige - the salesgirl - returned to us yet again, this time
with a pole that could snag any skirt up high on the massive
display.  "I want you to pick everything out," Alison told me,
before shifting her gaze toward the salesgirl.  "Paige, this is
Jeremy, by the way.  He is my husband and I love him VERY much!
We got married two months ago and well... you know... I want to
have some sexy outfits to wear for him."
   "Fashion shows are fun!" Paige chirped as I pointed toward
several skirts and she snagged them down with the pole.  I 
liked the idea of being Alison's husband!  Soon, my so-called
wife and I were both weighed down with hangers covering our
hands and fingers.  Paige also suggested some accessories and
tops that went with several of the skirts.
   "Ignore the price tags," I reiterated to Alison, who was
clearly peeking at them.  "Money is no object today."  Paige
seemed to brighten with those words.  If she worked on a
commission, we were going to make her very happy today.
   "The dressing room is this way, miss," Paige murmured,
beckoning for Alison to follow her.  Alison went behind one
of the three-quarter doors with the very bottom exposed and
the shudders closed in the front.  Paige then ventured off as
I stayed close to the door but, more importantly, Alison
herself.  I did not want to let her out of my sights today.
   "Can you hand me the items you have?" Alison asked.  "I
got all of my stuff hanging on the hooks in here."  I reached
over the door and she took everything I had from both hands.
"Which one do you want me to try on first, Jeremy?"
   "Surprise me."
   I watched intently as Alison gently slipped her feet out
of the unforgiving six-inch heels.  My cock, which had
already been rustling for the past several minutes, quickly
began to get hard when I saw Alison step out of her denim
jeans.  They disappeared, presumably going onto the wall,
and then I listened as she took off her red hoodie jacket.
Hmmmmm... I wanted to be in there with her!
   I hitched in a breath as I saw a fleeting glimpse of a
mini-skirt.  It was too quick for me to make out which one,
but I definitely watched her feet slide into it, only for it
to be whisked up her thighs an instant later.
   "Put your heels back on, honey," I suggested, my cock now
forming a huge bulge within my jeans.  Paige strolled by and
seemed to notice the predicament I had, only to give a shy,
knowing smile, before disappearing again.  Now, it was my
turn to be all red-faced!  I preferred to keep our family
affairs private, and for good reason.
   "Good idea!" Alison agreed, strapping the slingbacks of
her stilettos back into place.  She then stood and swiveled
about several times in succession, clearly checking out her
reflection in the mirror.  "Jeremy..." came an incessant,
little whine.  "My butt is hanging out!  I look like a slut!"
   "Isn't that the idea?" I returned in a low, lecherous tone.
I stepped closer to the door and muttered, "You're buying
these outfits today for me to enjoy you in.  For your sister
to enjoy you in, and eventually all of the other girls.  No
one will ever see you in them except us, honey."  I then
pressed myself against the door and demanded with a whisper,
"Open up, so I can see."
   "Everyone will see me!"  I could just sense the hot blush
on her cheeks as she blurted out those words.
   "There is no one out here at the moment," I advised her.
"Open the door just a crack so I can peek inside, please."
   After a brief hesitation, the door squeaked on its hinges
and I was barely able to sneak my head inside.  Alison was 
still in the simple and drab white tank-top that she had worn 
underneath her hoodie, but the mini-skirt appeared to be out 
of this world.  It was the pink one, made of lycra and tight 
spandex.  In the mirror behind her, I noticed the lower half 
of Alison's scrumptious, little ass was on display, concealed
by a simple pair of white panties.  The skirt was not large 
enough to cover up her backside no matter what she tried.
   "You look amazing," I told her, which seemed to quell her 
sudden fears and anxiety.  "Lindsay will LOVE seeing you in 
that."  I leaned in and stole a very slow, sensuous kiss.
   "You really like it?" she fidgeted.  "I've never worn a 
skirt this short before!"
   "Yes, I love it," I nodded.  "We just need to get you some 
sexy thongs and G-strings to go with it.  Your little girl
panties are cute, Alison, but it's time to move on from them.
You're no longer living in Ohio with your mom and sisters.
It's time to start dressing like the woman you are now."
   When Alison nodded at me, I took a step back and she
promptly closed the door.  Next, I went out onto the main
salesfloor to find Paige and instructed her to bring all of 
the sexy G-strings and thong panties she could find to us.  
"We may buy them all."
   I kept my distance from Alison this time, though I could
still glance over at the dressing room door and watch her
heels shuffle and stumble about upon the floor as she tried
on different skirts.  Eventually, Paige returned with a large
bag and then emptied its contents onto the table beside me.
There was every type of G-string and sexy undergarment that
any man could possibly ever dream of seeing a woman in.
   "All of these should fit her, sir."
   There were at least 100 pairs in front of me, but my gaze
quickly shifted and zeroed in on a particular item.  I
snatched it from the table and went over to the adjacent
dressing room door.  "Put these on," I instructed Alison,
reaching over the top and handing them off to her.
   Immediately, I heard a gasp.  "JEREMY!  WHAT ARE THESE?"
   "The bow goes in the back," I advised her.  "Come on, put
'em on for me.  Be a good girl and put them on for me."
   Oops!  Did Paige actually just hear me say that last part?
I spoke to Alison much like I had Lindsay all too often in
the past, as a father figure with dominant overtones.  Be a
good girl?  That certainly was not intended on my part.  I 
saw Paige doing her best to conceal a laugh.
   "I've never seen anything like this before!" Alison
babbled.  Regardless, off came her original panties and she
promptly stepped into the new garment.  Like a good girl.
   "Why don't you go inside the dressing room with her, sir?"
Paige suggested.  "Do not worry, my boss is away on lunch and I
will make certain no one else comes back here and sees anything
they shouldn't.  The store, after all, is kind of slow today."
I nodded my head at her, but she held up a finger before I
could proceed toward Alison.  "May I recommend some bras for
your wife?  Sexy and flirty ones, sir, of course."
   "By all means," I grinned.
   "What cup size is she?"
   "32-A."
   Paige grinned.  "Just as I thought.  I will be back in a
few moments, sir.  By all means, join her in the dressing
room.  She is your wife after all, right?"
   Actually, Paige was starting to grow on me a bit.  Outside
of her black hair with the blue tips and the tattoos, I found
it quite appealing and refreshing that Paige seemed to
understand what was going on between Alison and myself.  Was
it really standard practice for a (so-called) husband to join
his wife in the dressing room of such an upscale lingerie
boutique?  But she saw the chemistry between us, the wanton
need.  Paige was probably 22 or 23 years old and using her 
earnings here to make it through college.  I had plenty of 
ladies in my life and definitely did not need any more, but 
Paige was the first woman I had noticed outside of our 
extended family circle in quite some time.
   As Paige went off again - this time, to snatch some bras -
I gulped my throat and made my way up to the dressing room
door.  "Honey, open up," I told Alison, my libido starting
to careen and spiral out of control.  "Open the damn door."
   "Jeremy?" she screeched.  "What?"
   "Oh God," I moaned, barging in when the door was open just
a crack.  Alison was decked out in a silver leopard print
micro mini-skirt and, yet again, a good portion of her ass
was on display.  My tongue literally hit the floor when I
saw the silky red G-string I had previously selected for her
peeking out via the full-length mirror behind her.
   "What are you doing in here?" she whined as I locked the
door behind me.  "You're not supposed to be in here!  What
if we get caught?  We'll be in trouble!"
   "We're not gonna be in trouble," I promised her.  "Your
little friend out there - Paige - she is taking care of us."
I eyed Alison in the mini-skirt and the ridiculously steep
pumps yet again.  Her legs were so sleek and sexy; their
beauty and firmness underscored even more by the high-heels.
"You look so fucking hot right now," I blatantly told her.
"Fucking hot as hell!"
   "I do?" Alison grinned, softening up quickly.  She tried
to smooth her skirt down some more, but I saw her sweet, 
little pussy mound, covered by lace, staring out at me.
Silently pleading for some oral service, perhaps?
   "What is Paige doing?" Alison asked.  "She looks different,
but I like her.  I think she's gorgeous.  I love that accent,
too.  It sounds British.  Does she sound British to you?"
   "I don't care what Paige is doing now," I told Alison,
reaching around her slender waist and grasping her ass with
both of my hands.  "I want you to turn around and bend over
for me.  Do it, honey.  I want to see you in this skirt."
   Just needing that simple nudge, Alison giggled and turned
her back to me.  She bent completely at the waist, glancing
over her shoulder with a playful grin as the silver, metallic
mini-skirt rode higher and higher until her entire ass was
exposed.  It was decorated in a floral print red G-string
with a black bow tied near the top that looked mesmerizing.
Alison backed into me and squealed upon coming into contact
with my hard, aching cock as my hands found her hips again.
I held on tight and ground my pelvis hard against her.
   "I'm going to fuck you wearing everything you buy today,"
I warned her.  "And so will Lindsay, trust me."
   Alison sighed and let out a groan in response to my lewd,
vastly out of character comments.  But, that was how worked
up I was right now.  I was burning up inside!  I wanted to
plunge my cock into Alison right here in this dressing room.
Paige and/or her boss could stand right outside the door and
listen to us if they wanted.  I was at the point where I did
not care.  I was that worked up!
   Yet somehow, my more sensible side seemed to win out.  It
almost always did.
   "Try on something else," I advised Alison, attempting to
corral and harness my wild emotions.  "Else, we are going to
be at this boutique until closing time tonight."
   Alison slipped into and out of several different little
mini-skirts.  The majority of them were just as short as the
first two I saw, but a few were a bit longer and could
actually be worn in public.  The more Alison tried on, it
seemed, the more comfortable she became wearing such risque
skirts.  Some of them looked much better on her than others.
   "What is THAT?" I gasped, my eyes fixated on an item that
I did not pick out for her.
   "Oh, I snuck this one into the pile myself," Alison said,
referring to a light purple mini tube dress laying atop the
bench behind her.  "Do you want me to try it on?"
   "Fuck yes!" I growled, again breaking my standard character.
I must have cursed more in the past 15 minutes than I had in
the previous month combined.  Yet, I was like an animal now.  A
wild and ferocious, caged animal, hungry for its prey.
   Alison removed the mini-skirt she had just modeled for me,
as well as her white tank-top, and then manuevered herself
into the purple tube dress.  It was a very tight and slinky
fit.  When I zipped her up in back, I took a step away and
simply admired the scenery.  The dress was short, sexy and
definitely modern day goddess.  This sweet and wholesome girl
now appeared as if she should be giving lap dances at the
local gentleman's club.  Oh, that was _so wrong_ of me to say!
Alison just wasn't the type of girl to be dressing like this!
She was a sweetheart, an angel, a little princess.
   "Bend over, honey," I insisted, slipping behind her once
again and latching onto her hips with my hands.  I was about
to lose my mind.  "Bend over so I can see your ass again."
God, I wanted to stick my face in there and get lost!
   Alison jutted her backside upon my crotch and bent at the
waist until both hands were flat and completely even across
the floor.  "I'm getting really turned on dressing up for
you like this, Jeremy!" she warned me, and then I snapped.
   I unzipped my jeans and fished my throbbing, rock-solid
erection out and pressed it against her bare thigh.  Alison
gasped and sighed momentarily, but then seemed to steady
herself as she could clearly sense what was coming next.  I
pulled the hemline of her tube dress upward - all the way to
her waist - and simply moved the fabric of her red G-string
out of the way.  An instant later, I grabbed a fistful of
her blonde hair and slammed my cock hard and fast into her
tender, wet pussy from behind.  Alison spread her legs
further apart, allowing me the deepest penetration possible.
   There was nothing slow or romantic about anything Alison
and I did here.  I banged her from behind, raw and furious,
with every last ounce of willpower I had stored in my body.
She kept her hands flat on the floor and began to yelp and
scream with every powerful, forward thrust I made.  It was
quick.  It was dirty.  It was raunchy.  It was, quite
simply, what I needed right now more than anything else in
the whole, wide world.  I needed to violate this girl hard.
I needed to claim her; to make her mine.
   Alison screeched and seemed to panic somewhat as a pair
of high-heeled feet appeared underneath the dressing room
door.  "You two okay in there?" came Paige's voice with a
hearty, lusty laugh, but she did nothing but set me off even
more.  I drilled Alison like there was no tomorrow.  Alison
screamed and wailed out at the absolute top of her lungs as
I kept my eyes trained upon Paige's pretty feet, my cock
spewing load after load of semen into Alison's warm pussy.
I even had the fleeting, split-second thought of Alison
licking away on Paige's pussy as I thumped her from behind.
Oh, that would please me greatly...
   After five or six blasts, I pressed my thumb to Alison's
puckered, little anus and withdrew myself from her pussy.
I zipped up my jeans and, with my skin suddenly soaked in
perspiration, I slipped out of the dressing room and gave
Paige a smile.  Time to do some damage control?
   "I'm sorry," I told her, trying to catch my breath.  "You
didn't need to witness that.  We kind of... got carried away."
   "It happens, I suppose," Paige offered, the ring in her
lower lip curling upward as she smiled in response.  I noticed
that Paige had another bag on her arm, this one full of bras.
I had previously asked her to bring a bunch of them to us.
But it was probably best that Alison and I get out of here as
soon as possible, right?  We had caused enough of a scene as
it was, even if Paige was the only one who knew what happened.
   "We're going to buy all of the bras and the G-strings you
laid out before," I informed Paige, whose eyes lit up like
dollar signs.  Clearly, she worked on commission.  Either
that, or she was very dedicated to the success of this
lingerie boutique.  "Whatever we don't like, we can simply
get rid of.  Alison has a stack of mini-skirts in the dressing
room that she likes, the G-string you gave her, the shoes.
We will take everything if you want to start ringing us out."
   Paige simply could not hide her smile.  "Very well, sir."
   "Alison will be out in a few minutes with the rest," I
promised Paige, who gathered all of the bras and G-strings,
and went toward the front register.  Meanwhile, I slipped
back into the dressing room to check on Alison.  She was
slumped over, sitting on the floor with her back in a corner.
Obviously, I had pushed her too far with the mad quickie...
   "I'm sorry, honey," I frowned, kneeling down and trying to
get at eye level with her.  Sometimes, I had to remind myself
that Alison was not Pamela.  Not Devon.  Not Amy.  She was
not as wild and as sexually creative as some of my wives, or
even her own sister.  "Oh, I'm so sorry, Alison," I reiterated.  
"I shouldn't have taken you like that in such a public place.  
We... we need to get out of here.  Fast."
   Alison glanced up after a few seconds, her expression 
burning and lust-ridden.   "That was... it was... that was 
FUCKING HOT."  Ummmmm.  Maybe I didn't push her too far?
   Alison kept her eyes trained on me as she stood and stepped
out of her high-heels, then whisked her G-string down and off
as well.  Next came the tube dress, and she promptly put her
panties, jeans and sneakers back on.  She then tossed her red
hoodie on over her tank-top, but decided to keep it partially
unzipped in front.  Alison placed the high-heels back into
their box and gathered the mini-skirts that she liked, with
the red G-string on top, and exited the dressing room.  The
tube dress and a few other tops were draped over her shoulder.
   "Jeremy, that's way too much!" Alison screeched in utter
protest once we reached the register and she saw the mountain
of lingerie being scanned by the very cool and friendly Paige.
"You can't buy all of that for me!"
   "Yes, I can," I corrected her.  "And I will.  Do not worry
about it.  You're not going to break my bank account."
   It took about ten minutes for Paige to ring out, sort
through and fold all of the products, and place them into
bags.  I felt embarrassment when Paige handled the red
G-string that Alison had worn in the dressing room.  When
she first touched it, Paige hesitated and seemed appalled,
but her professional demeanor returned and she put it into a
bag.  Was the silky G-string laced with my cum stains from
when I nailed Alison from behind and peeled it to the side?
Oh God... Paige just rubbed her hands with sanitizer.  It did
have my seed on it!  I felt so incredibly ashamed!
   Eventually, Paige reached a total and acted as if my bodily
fluids never came into contact with her hands.
   "That will be 101,269 Norwegian Krone, sir."
   Alison's jaw nearly hit the countertop.  "How much is that 
in American currency, Jeremy?"
   "About 12,000 dollars," I told her, and she gasped quite
sharply.  Alison even grabbed my arm and momentarily dug her
fingernails into my skin, causing brief pain.  "It's fine,
honey.  Please, stop worrying about it."  I pointed toward a
few accessory items she had been eyeing here at the counter,
such as bracelets, earrings and nail polish.  "Buy some more.
Buy whatever you want.  Knock yourself out."  I smiled at her
and added, "You're my wife, remember?  I love you.  I know
how much you love bracelets.  Buy all of them if you want."
   "The new total is 112,764 Krone, sir," Paige eventually
said.  I swiped my credit card and, while waiting for it to
process, did some quick math in my head.  If Paige got, say,
an 8% commission on anything she sold, I had just put 9,000
Norwegian Krone into her pocket (approximately $1,100 USD).
Hopefully, she would put the cash toward something worthwhile.
I was not going to return any items that Alison ultimately
did not like and possibly cut into Paige's commission.
   "Thank you, sir, and have a good day," the associate said
to me, bubbling with enthusiasm at what I imagined was her
largest sale ever.  "It was a pleasure doing business with
both of you.  Please, take my business card and come again."
   "Coming isn't the issue!" Alison giggled frantically,
quickly turning around and making a beeline toward the exit
with several bags in tow.  Did Alison really just say that?
She was giggling up a storm!  
   Poor Paige; her face was pink now, flushed.  She had put 
up with a lot from us today.  Too much, in fact.  I felt as 
if something needed to be done.
   I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a hefty money
clip that, last time I counted, had close to 50,000 Norwegian
Krone in it.  Carrying around such a large sum of money was
nothing new for me.  I glanced at it for a moment, then handed
the clip to Paige.  "That's your tip," I mused, her dark eyes
as wide as saucers.  "This money is for you; not the store.
You are the coolest salesgirl I've ever met.  You deserve it."
   Paige was speechless, her mouth agape, as she thumbed
through the vast assortment of bills.  It was the equivalent 
of giving a $6,000 tip in the United States.  Paige tried to 
speak, but was unable to.  I did not have to wait for her to 
thank me.  The shocked, priceless expression upon her pale, 
pretty face was the only gratitude that I really needed.
   Beyond the goth appearance, the blue hair accents, the body
jewelry and the tattoos, I actually found Paige attractive.  
Not so much because of what she looked like, mind you, but 
rather due to the fact that I could tell there was a fairly 
neat person underneath all of that excess glam.  But, I must 
admit, she had a lovely face.  It had definitely grown on me.
   I turned and exited the store.  Once the door closed behind
me, I heard a loud, banshee-like roar from inside.  I smiled
inwardly, recognizing that as a scream of pure joy and extreme
happiness.  Oh, it looked as if I had just made Paige's whole
year with such a massive tip for being so nice toward us...

                           * * *

   "Paige was ready to jump all over you!" Alison snorted
seconds later, as she and I hopped into the _Ferrari F40_
and then sped away from the glitzy establishment.  "I saw
the way she kept looking at you, Jeremy!"
   "Eight of you is definitely enough for me," I sighed,
still incredibly aroused with carnal thoughts of Alison,
mini-skirts and lingerie running rampant throughout my mind.
"I do not need any more women in my life... trust me."
   Alison scooted closer to me and pecked my cheek with a
kiss as I drove down the rural street.  Soon, we would be 
back amongst the scenic countryside.  "But thank you, Jeremy!
Thank you so much!  Though, I still cannot believe you spent
all that money on me!"  She laughed, then shook her head.  
"But you seem to make a habit out of that for all of us.  I 
really shouldn't be surprised."  Bouncing and jiggling with 
glee, Alison then sat back in her seat and titled her head 
back-and-forth.  I did not tell her, though, that I had given
such a generous tip to Paige.  "Just wait 'til we get home!
I am going to have to pay you back the best way I know how!"
   "That wait ain't gonna happen," I told her, turning onto a
lesser traveled side street.  I suppose Alison did not know,
but I already had a new-found erection.  It was even bigger 
and more out of control than the previous one.  "Alison, take 
off your panties.  Do it.  Take them off right now."
   The 19-year-old looked startled, but did not stay that way
for long.  She smiled at me and kicked off her sneakers, then
slipped out of her jeans and tossed them into the back of the
_Ferrari_.  Alison glanced around at all the cars coming and 
going by us, then hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her 
panties and peeled them down to her ankles, and eventually off.
   With my left hand on the steering wheel, I reached over
with my right and began to twiddle away at her pussy.
Alison groaned and settled even deeper into the seat, and
spread her thighs to allow me deeper access.
   I was out of my mind with absolute desire.  Never before
had I done this sort of thing while driving a vehicle.  I
was much too responsible, but not now.  Definitely not now.
This girl had me riding a powerful wave that I had never been 
on before.  She was my wife's sister.  HER SISTER.
   There was a secluded motel just outside of Lommedalen, I
remembered, hidden from the main roadway, which I had drove
by several times in the past.  We were only six miles from
our home in Sandvika now, but I simply could not wait that
long.  So, that motel was my destination.  I needed to get
Alison to the motel as quickly as possible.  But, we would 
not stay long.  15 or 20 minutes was plenty of time.
   Alison was breathing in deep gasps as I played with her
clitoris.  She was really starting to get warm and moist,
which was exactly what I wanted.  I took the turn onto an
old dirt road that led to the aforementioned motel.  The
bumpy ride and my probing hand between her thighs really
caused Alison to have some vocal reactions.  "Oh my God,
I like that!" she cried out, as I pulled into the clearing
and stopped in the parking lot of the motel.
   "Get your jeans back on," I told her, the dominant in me
really starting to take shape.  "I'm getting us a room.  I
don't care how close we are to the house.  I need to fuck
you, Alison, and I need to fuck you right now.  Wait here for
me."  Alison's gasped, her mouth open wide in surprise, as I
slammed the car door shut and went into the motel lobby.
   When I returned five minutes later with a room key in hand,
I motioned for Alison to get out of the car and follow me.  I
was wrong about this girl, I was beginning to realize.  She
was more like her sister than I thought.  Her blue eyes cast
downward, Alison followed me like a obedient puppy to room 102.
Indeed, she had a submissive streak in her a mile wide.  I
should have realized this a few days ago when she watched me
spank Lindsay, and seemed utterly enthralled by it.
   "Take your jeans off and pull your panties down if you put
them back on," I instructed Alison once we made our way into
the quaint, little room.  There was a bed and a table with two
chairs, but not much else.  We needed nothing but the bed, so
it was fine.  It was more than fine.
   Alison, however, was a little slow this time on following
my instructions.  Not wanting to wait, I took her by the hand
and guided her over to the bed, her jeans still on.  I sat on
the edge of the mattress and suddenly had Alison sprawled over 
my lap.  I felt her smallish breasts and taut belly squished 
against my thighs.  If the time was ever at hand, it was now.
   "Jeremy!" she gasped.  "What are you doing?"
   "You know what I'm doing," I growled, coiling an arm under
her waist and cinching it tight.  "I'm going to give you the
spanking that you've needed for a good, long time."
   Trapped over my knee, unable to go anywhere or do anything
at all, Alison's entire body began to shudder and tremble
beneath me.  I honestly believed that she did not want to
escape; she wanted the spanking, the discipline, the guidance.
I recalled Alison's discussion with Lindsay from two weeks ago
when she shared a vision - a fantasy - of me spanking her.  The 
fantasy was escalated to extreme heights a few days ago when 
Alison watched me spank Lindsay right in front of her.  I should 
have given her a spanking, too, only then to sit back and watch 
as she and Lindsay hugged and kissed away the mutual hurt.
   Again, I could never cause excessive pain or anguish to a
woman.  But Alison yelped when my hand clapped against her
upturned, denim-clad ass with a hard swat and the physical
burn permeated throughout every muscle and fiber in her body.
She needed to feel it.  I was going to make up for lost time.
   My right hand made contact with her tight, squirming ass
five times in a row before I paused, allowing Alison to catch
her breath and process the discomfort.  This was obviously
her first-ever spanking, and I needed to do it right.
   "You are a very bad girl, Alison, just like your sister,"
I scolded her, albeit playfully.  "Good girls don't put on
mini-skirts and flaunt their asses in public places."  With
that, I resumed the spanking, my hand bounding off of her
backside with blows hard enough to make her body wildly twitch 
and convulse.  It was a beautiful sight to behold.
   "You made me do it!"
   "Don't make excuses," I chuckled.  "Your little pussy was
soaked in that lingerie store.  In fact..."  I trailed my hand
between the joining of her thighs.  "I bet it's soaked now,
isn't it?  And getting wetter?  It was definitely that way a
few minutes ago in the car.  You know you deserve this."  I
swatted the very center of her cheeks.  "You're just like your
sister.  You LOVE having a strong hand to take control of you.
This is what you need, Alison, more than anything."
   She whimpered but nodded her head in agreement.  That gave
me the green light to take this spanking to the next level.
   I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to mid-thigh.
Without her panties on underneath, Alison's bare, drum-tight
ass quivered and shook as I began spanking her again.  I
must have given her 15 to 20 good, healthy swats.  Every
single one of them made her squirm, and every squirm was
causing the discomfort to morph into something else.
   Still whimpering, Alison did not say a single word.  To
her credit, she took her spanking much better than Lindsay
ever did.  Alison knew who was in control here.  It wasn't
her.  It was me.  All she could do was lie here over my lap, 
her bottom turning a bright shade of red, as I teased my 
fingers over and across her delicate, vulnerable skin.
   "Oh, that pussy IS soaked," I mumbled, pulling Alison's
jeans all the way down to her ankles.  "You like this, don't
you?  You like being over my knee.  You like this a lot.
Maybe I need to punish you quite a bit from now on?"
   The spanking resumed, but not quite as fierce as before.
I swatted Alison's backside lightly, gently, almost lovingly,
and then caressed her pussy lips with a trio of fingers
interspersed between each blow.  Soon, the spanking subsided
completely and I dipped my fingertips into the soft, velvety
folds of her pussy.  Alison arched her hips and held her red
cheeks high, hoping it would earn her deeper penetration.  I
chuckled and gently patted her ass.  She then used her feet 
to slip out of her denim jeans completely.
   "Sit up, honey," I told her, the dominant in me taking a
reprieve.  Alison squirmed up to her knees on the bed and
looked at me with timid eyes.  I smiled leisurely, wanting
her to know that the spanking was over.  For now.
   "Take your top off," I requested, and she quickly complied.
She pulled her athletic hoodie off over her head, then did the
same for the tank-top underneath.  With no bra on today, her 
bare breasts and thin, immaculate torso glistened under my 
watchful gaze.  "You are so beautiful," I murmured, reaching 
out and massaging one of her breasts.  Little peaches!  "Now 
climb onto the bed, and get on your hands and knees, facing 
the wall.  Do it now, Alison.  Please."
   Alison was caught in an erotic daze as she again did what
I asked of her.  "Are you going to fuck me?" she asked with a
coy, little girl's voice.  It fit the moment perfectly.
   I chuckled again, sliding my hand up the length of her
back, to the nape of her neck.  "I think you already know
the answer to that, Alison," I responded, tangling my fingers
in her hair and then pulling gently, arching her supple, pliant
body backwards.  With my other hand, I unzipped my jeans and
brushed my hot, throbbing cock against her smoldering ass.
   "You took your spanking like a good girl," I praised her,
patting her ass with that hand.  "Now, you get a reward."  Her
hair caught in my fist, Alison's body arched and she cried
out as I moved my hips forward and thrusted my cock inside of
her without any hesitation.  In less than a second I was 
buried to the absolute hilt, her pussy wrapped around my cock 
like a slick, tight glove, my pelvis pressed against her hot, 
spanked ass.  I kept my grip on her hair as I slid my opposite 
arm under the front of her body and squeezed tight.
   Held and controlled, Alison could do nothing but take her
pleasure as my cock began to have its way with her.  I knew 
how to please a woman, which buttons to press.  I knew when 
to thrust fast and relentless, and when to slow down and offer 
a few gentle strokes with just the head of my shaft before
plunging myself deep inside again.  All of this, believe it 
or not, was aimed at providing Alison maximum pleasure.
   The 19-year-old arched her hips back, welcoming every
thrust, soft noises becoming louder and much more prevalent
as I took her harder, making her pussy ache from the pure
vigor of it all.  I was silent, but knew what would push her
over the proverbial ledge like nothing ever had before.  I
bent her head forward, burying her face upon the mattress,
as I leaned over and bit her swiftly on the back of her neck.
   Alison screeched and came immediately, unprepared for such
a move, her pussy all but dissolving completely around my
hard, powerful cock as she waded through the uncontrollable
crescendo of sheer ecstasy.  She fell forward and landed with
an audible thud on the mattress as I clamped her hips in my
hands and flooded her deepest reaches with my essence.  I
kept biting her - not hard, but hard enough - yet did not
dare release her from my clutches until every last drop of
my sperm was deposited into her fertile, unprotected pussy.
Oh, I needed to put a baby inside of her.
   The force of our shared orgasms left Alison trembling and
weak.  Left on her own, she would have just panted and gasped
for breath, barely able to move, on the bed.  Yet I gathered
her close and cradled her on my lap, my right hand soothing her
sore, aching bottom, and began kissing her again and again.
   "What ju-ju-just... ha-ha-happened?" she finally asked.
   "That," I said with a glint in my eyes, "was the beginning
of the rest of your life."  Alison's lips tasted strawberry
sweet when I kissed her again.  "Now we're going home, and
you will model your new collection of mini-skirts and racy
lingerie for not only me, but Pamela and Lindsay as well.  I
will also see to it that both of them fuck you and, if you're
a good girl, I may do it again myself."  I stared possessively
at Alison.  Submissive tendencies had definitely set in and 
taken over.  "Does this all sound agreeable to you, honey?"
   "Yes, Jeremy."


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