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Mike headed to the kitchen for a glass of milk, grabbing some chocolate chip cookies from the cabinet and headed to the den where he flipped through the sports channels.

"So go get some pussy, already."

'I had some not two hours ago,' he thought, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"And, YOUR point is?"

Mike sighed, shaking his head. 'I'm not Superman, I do need to rest.'

"Says who? You can rest when we're dead. Go back up there and get some damn you!"

'Why are you being so insistent?' he asked.

"Just go get some pussy already!"

'I'd like to know what the point of all this is,' Mike said, deciding to take a stand.

"The point?"

'Yeah,' Mike replied.

"The point is having your dick surrounded and enveloped by a sweet young wet pussy? Have you lost all of your marbles?"

'I'm just concerned with how persistent you're becoming. What do you get out of all of this?' asked Mike.

"PUSSY!"

'So, the only thing you want for us is pussy?' asked Mike.

"No, but pussy is at the top of that list."

Mike grew suddenly concerned. 'You have a list?'

"Yep, it starts like this. Number one: Pussy! Now go get us some. You've got your choice of two, or do both like last night. By that time, Danni will be ready again, if she's not already. Remember, she loves it, us, uh you."

'We're talking about this list of yours.' Mike thought to the voice, then asked, 'What's number two?' fully expecting to hear pussy again. Without skipping a beat, it answered,

"Impregnate all of your sisters so they'll be ours forever. Well, that's not number two, but that is how we get number two."

Mike's brain stopped working for a few seconds. 'What!' he exclaimed in his head, desperately trying to digest what the voice had just proposed. 'Impregnate my sisters? Are you crazy?'

At that moment, he realized just how insane he had allowed his whole situation to become. Here he was, sitting by himself on the couch, having an argument with a voice in his head about impregnating his own sisters. There had to be a picture of him in the dictionary below the definition of wacko.

"Why is that so hard to wrap your brain around after all we've done. You do know that getting pregnant is what happens when you have sex with someone."

"NOT ALL THE TIME!" Mike yelled flabbergasted, realizing only after the fact he had done so out loud. Instantly, he desperately hoped there was no one within ear shot.

"Here's how it works. If you get them pregnant, they'll be bound to you, always. Forever! We'll never have to give them up to a bunch of jerks who would never appreciate them anyway. They'll love you more than ever, and never stop fucking us. Pussy for life, right here at our fingertips. Hell, it's climbing into bed with you of its own free will in fuckin' pairs dude."

Still concerned about the list, Mike thought, 'I asked you what number two was on this list'.

"That is number two. Four pussies, ready, willing and able, and one of them available at anytime of the day or night without even having to leave the fucking house and go chase it or look for it. HELL, it's a fucking paradise, literally. Wake up and smell the coffee, idiot."

'That's what this is all about'? Mike asked the voice.

"Oh Yeah. Pussy whenever we want it. Hell, waking up with pussy riding our cock without even asking for it. Damn, how slow are you anyway? Really, dude."

'I should have never listened to you,' Mike thought, cursing himself.

"Well, you don't really have a choice, we're kinda inseparable."

Mike scrunched up his face in irritation. He knew he could beat the voice. He didn't have to play its game. 'Wanna bet?' he thought, a grin flashing to his face.

"Bet? Bet what?"

'That I can resist all of your little urges and suggestions,' he replied.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah."

'I'm serious,' Mike thought, drawing another laugh from the voice.

"I know you are. That's what makes it so damn funny. Do you need a refresher course on the 'Oh Danni' incident?"

'What I mean is, I can resist you,' Mike said again.

"Then we have a bet. How long are you gonna try to resist? You realize that this means you'll have to stop fucking your sisters, right?"

'Yeah,' he thought, unconvincingly. But until that moment, he actually hadn't considered that, but he had to prove this to himself. Fucking his sisters was inherently wrong, no matter how happy it made all of them. At least he thought it was. Wasn't it?

He shook the thoughts from his head and steeled his resolve. 'The deal is on, pervert. I'll resist your impulses and suggestions for as long as, two weeks. If the girls misunderstand or somehow get offended and it turns into forever, then so be it.'

"What do I get when you lose?"

Mike scrunched up his face in thought. He was making a bet with a voice in his damn head. What could it possibly want inside a bet with himself? This was getting nuts.

So, Mike responded with the only option he was familiar with between he and the voice, 'I'll do whatever you say for one whole day, no matter how insane your suggestions. "IF," I lose.'

"WHEN you lose, you mean."

Mike let that comment pass. Could he do this? He didn't know for sure. All he did know was he had to try, to prove something to himself if nothing else.

"Oh, now, the girls are gonna be really happy about this," the voice said, sarcastically.

'Oh, hell,' Mike thought, having not considered that either. Suddenly he had that old familiar sinking feeling in his stomach from a few weeks ago. Would they be pissed? That was doubtful, but they wouldn't know why he was resisting them unless he confessed he'd had a stupid argument with an imaginary voice in his head. Then it was possible they wouldn't wanna fuck him anymore.

"I don't know, I've always heard that some girls go crazy over bad boys."

'Bad boys, not psychopaths.' he corrected.

"You aren't crazy."

'I just had an argument with a fuckin voice in my own head, and now I've gone and made a bet with the damn thing,' Mike said to the voice.

"Well, when you put it that way..."

Mike shook the thoughts away and wondered how the hell he was going to tell his sisters he wasn't gonna fuck them for a while, especially Danni. He wondered how she was going to take it. Emma was downright scary when she got possessed by her sex driven demonic other self, and Sarah wouldn't be any easier to deal with, being nearly as aggressive as Emma, as well as persuasive.

The more he thought about it, the more he began to regret ever having made this bet. The voice was going to have a field day telling him what to do if he lost. Besides spending the time fucking his sisters, he was probably going to end up running around naked, grabbing random girls and ending up arrested.

He had to get out of the house. That much was certain. Maybe he could meet a nice girl that wasn't related to him.