Courtney hugged me, “Tom, I told you, I was tempted to hire an investigator to find my blackmailer so I could thank him for bringing you into my life, and you’re telling me it was you all along!” She was so happy she was crying. “And it means that you are the ONLY man I have made love to! I… I am trying so hard to believe it! It’s the best case scenario! Yes, you pushed me to have sex before I would have chosen, but thinking back, you were gentle with me when you didn’t have to… when you were blackmailing me. Tom, I thought my Christmas was happy before… But Tom, I am so happy now!” She clung to me.
“This… this is not how I imagined this conversation going.” I admitted.
“You thought I would hate you for all the joy you have brought me, and the rest of the harem?!” Courtney asked me, looking into my eyes.
“Well, that is usually what I would expect a girl to do, when she learns I raped her…” I told her.
“Pft!” Courtney laughed, then thought, “Okay… maybe if you had told me right after you had blackmailed me for sex… I might have tried another man, but could I have picked a better man? I don’t think so. I could have found a man that would have taken my virginity, but would he be here, at my father’s house, on Christmas day, and talking about marrying me? I don’t think so.”
“So you don’t hate me for what I did to you?” I verified.
“No, Tom. In fact, it makes me feel like this is fate! How many girls who get pushed into sex with an unknown stranger could fall so in love with that unknown stranger, having chosen the stranger themselves, then not even care when they find out!?” She told me. “I… I still love you, and am just happy that this means there isn’t some man out there that can claim he had me first, anally or not.” She hugged me again. “It just makes our love story that much crazier!”
“I don’t know what to say.” I told her.
“Neither do I.” She admitted. “Not the Christmas gift I thought I’d be getting… Was… was it hot knowing you were having sex with me, and after we had sex the first time, you could have just asked?”
“Well… yeah. It was fucking hot, and when I made you squirt that first time, my first thought was, ‘Fuck yeah, she just had the best orgasm yet’, then you started crying and I felt like shit.” I told her, “I was just glad I could give you better orgasms and make you squirt still when you knew it was me.”
“Can you do the voice?” She asked, “The one you did when you were blackmailing me.”
“You mean, this one?” I asked her, my voice the husky deeper voice I had used for our first time.
“Fuck! It really was you.” She marveled, “I never told you what the voice sounded like… so the fact that you knew what it sounded like, let alone could do it… Wow.”
She squirmed a bit. “Would… would you like to do it again?”
“Do what again?” I asked her.
“You know, make me strap myself down, naked for you to fuck however you wanted?” She laughed, “Not quite as intense, because this time I’ll know it’s you… but… it would be like you are raping me, but without the questions and the having to fuck me right to not feel like a cheap whore….”
“I mean, after all the kinks we’ve enjoyed, if you think you might have a bit of a rape fetish…. I mean, let’s just say it isn’t the weirdest thing we’ve done.” I told her.
She thought over our first few sex sessions. “It’s kinda hot that I let you pee in my ass and I drank you pee, and… you never exploited that on me, because you knew it would traumatize me. I mean I asked you to do it to me because I was scared I couldn’t handle it. You could have forced me to do it, you knew I was preparing for it, if not worse. But you didn’t… Thank you.”
I shrugged, “I mean, I felt bad doing it in the first place. You didn’t need to worry about me actually doing anything like that, but I couldn’t exactly tell you that.”
“No, at that point you couldn’t.” She thought about it. “You know, if you had told me earlier, it might have been harder for me to accept it. I don’t know. I might have been ready to hear it at Thanksgiving, but now was probably the best and earliest time you could have told me.”
We spent most of the day cuddling and talking about my time blackmailing her. Which pictures I had liked the most, what had I been thinking.
“It was a little bit of a powerful feeling, you know. I hate that I did it to you, but being able to watch you step out of class to take pictures of your body for me.” I admitted, twirling her hair.
“You like making me perform for you.” She laughed, “Making me show you my sexy body.” She laughed, flashing a breast at me.
“Exactly like that.” I laughed, groping the exposed tit quickly before she could cover it.
“Was it hard only seeing and not touching for so long?” She asked.
“Yes, but I knew if I had asked you to cuff yourself to the bed too soon, I would have blown the whole thing.” I told her.
“If I had known what you were planning, I probably would have panicked and run home to daddy, and… well… you don’t think Epstein actually killed himself, right? Well, you probably would have been Epsteined.” Courtney confessed.
My blood ran cold.
“Yeah, that would have been really unfortunate.” Courtney agreed.
“How many times has my blackmail almost killed me?” I asked.
“Probably like a dozen.” She admitted. “But knowing what I know, and you’ve proved you love me many many times to me, you’re safe.”
“You don’t have any rich admirers that are gonna Epstein me to free you up, now are there?” I asked, kissing her forehead.
“No, generally when someone of import gets Epsteined… everyone knows who did it, though we could never prove anything. If anyone thought they could Epstein you without getting Epsteined themselves, they’re crazy. And unless they have more money than daddy, a lot of those teams would approach daddy first to see if he had a counter offer. That’s how most rich people end up Epsteined. They try to Epstein their way up in the world and it backfires.” Courtney casually explained.
“The fact that you can talk about something like this so calmly terrifies me.” I admitted.
She shrugged, “I’ve heard the talk between daddy and mommy for years, daddy has never had to end someone like that. It’s kinda against his religion and he takes that seriously. M-… Brooke was always wanting to end people, sometimes for your smallest of things. She’s what people call a Karen. She once asked dad to hire someone to end an airport barista because they made her drink wrong. Thank goodness daddy had the sense to always say no on stuff like that.”
“Does Brooke have any redeeming qualities?” I asked.
“Honestly, I have a hard time giving her credit for anything, but she did seem to want me to succeed. She taught me how to work with the assets she thought I had.” Courtney shrugged, “But she only had to do that because she didn’t have faith in me to begin with.”
“What do you think she will do?” I asked.
“I don’t know what she’ll do, and I don’t think I care… But you know what I do want to know?” She giggled, pulling me tight.
“Oh? What?” I asked.
“I want to know what the harem thinks of the fact that we have the harem house for us all to live together?!” She giggled excitedly.
I laughed and said, “Let’s give them the good news.”
Courtney pulled out her phone and texted the harem group with the good news.
The girls celebrated with us. Not only would this mean it would be easier for us to have sex, but it would make their living expenses much more manageable. I knew, for example, that Brittany had grants and scholarships that paid for her tuition, but she had to live very frugally to be able to eat and live during the semester. I knew a couple of the other girls were also tight, but this would give them all more freedom, financially.
“When do we move in?” Sarah asked.
“As soon as Tom and I come back.” Courtnye informed them. “And Daddy leaves for business in two days, so we can be home and have everyone moved in before New Years. At least everyone who is available.”
“New Year’s orgy!” Debby celebrated in the chat.
“We’ll see.” Courtney replied in chat.
Just then I got a message from Cindy, through our encrypted secure app. I opened it and it was a short video of Cindy putting the second anal trainer in her cute little asshole while she played with her pussy. It was sent with the message, “Missing have you to watch me and tell me I’m sexy.”
“Man,” I replied, “It is a good thing we are nowhere close, or the temptation to do incestuous things with you would be great. That ass and pussy turn me on!”
Courtney giggled, “What if Cindy comes to our university after she graduates? Would you let her join the harem?”
“Courtney, she’s my sister!” I told her.
“Doesn’t change the fact that she’s a girl who needs a good dick.” Courtney countered.
“Why do you think my dick solves everyone’s problems?” I asked Courtney.
She propped herself up on her elbow, “It doesn’t solve all of them, just most. Like, I love how your cum tastes, but I want a real dinner. But your sister is horny enough she is sending you videos of her stretching her ass and playing with her pussy, you may want to think about what would be the best thing for her future. A little short term incest to help her be of sound mind when picking who she marries, or leaving her to try and find a good man when she is so desperate for cock that shoving silicone in her ass is an acceptable solution. But you’ll have to make that decision, let’s go eat.”