6TAD Chapter 1088: Bringing Christine into the harem? (Patreon)

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Katherine's strange smile finally made Christine break the strained  quiet between them, after two solid minutes of total silence.  Christine's eyes narrowed and her gaze sharpened as she said  suspiciously, "Katherine? Why are you smiling?"

Katherine quickly snapped back to reality. "Yes. Uh, I was  just thinking. I was thinking that you were going to yell at me, but  after a while you didn't say anything so I was smiling because I was  happy that you weren't going to yell."

She mentally patted herself on the back, as that sounded fairly plausible. Again, she thought, If Christine only knew! If she could read minds, I guess I'd discover just how good she is at kicking ass, firsthand.

Christine grumbled, not at all mollified, "Well, I SHOULD  yell at you, that's for sure. But who am I to cast the first stone? I've  been thinking. How can I really blame you, because I understand how  Alan inspires feelings of intense loyalty. The truth is, I've been doing  more than my fair share of spying lately too, mostly because I want to  protect him from harm. So I shouldn't be that angry. But I am! I'm DAMN  angry!" She felt the bitter feelings rise again, but somehow she just  barely managed to bring those feelings under control.

Finally, she sat back and sighed. Most of the tension seemed  to flow out of her. She looked up and down the hallway (belatedly  realizing with alarm that she'd gotten so involved with Katherine that  she'd been failing to keep a good lookout). She sighed in relief as she  realized no one was there.

After another but less awkward long pause to collect her  thoughts, she said, "I'm upset, but it'll pass. Don't worry. As you can  tell, I'm a little high strung and temperamental. My parents have so  many high expectations for me. I think I take things too seriously."

She let out yet another world-weary sigh and looked up and  down the hallway. "For instance, I'm probably taking guarding Alan far  too seriously. It's not like the football players are going to burst  into the classroom behind us and assault him while he's with a teacher,  but here I am, waiting for the off chance he might leave early. You seem  like a reasonable person. Can you tell me when I'm taking this whole  bodyguarding thing too far?"

Katherine smiled. "Sure. But you'd have to go pretty far  before I'd say anything, because I obviously don't want any harm to come  to him either. No way, José!"

Christine frowned, momentarily deep in thought as she  pondered some of the different ways Alan might come to harm. But then  she said, "Of course when I spy on people, or my friends spy on people,  those are enemies. It's one thing to spy on an enemy, but quite another  to spy on a friend. Maybe up until last night you thought of me as an  enemy, but if you're sincere about being friends, I can give it my best  shot too."

She turned around to face Katherine as she said this and gave  her a wonderful smile. For someone known as icy, she could nonetheless  turn on the charm, and when she did it was almost always with genuine  emotion.

"I think we both could learn from each other and help each  other. But there's one thing I want to get clear. I'm not trying to  steal Alan away from Amy. After all, it's not like he'd ever want to go  out with the likes of ME."

Christine sighed again as she thought about that last  sentence. She was a complicated person, and one such complication was  that while she was supremely confident in most things, she had nearly  zero self-confidence when it came to anything sexual or romantic,  despite her extremely outstanding good looks. While she realized  objectively that people thought of her as beautiful, deep down she felt  like she was big and ugly. Given a choice, she'd rather have been cute  and petite than the broad shouldered, curvy, athletic shape her body had  become.

Katherine replied, "What, are you mental? You're so totally  hot that it hurts. You know the only reason why all the guys in this  school aren't falling all over each other to ask you out? It's because  you're so beautiful that they're intimidated."

Christine gave a wan smile. Her anger at Katherine had mostly  passed because now she was busy feeling sorry for herself. "Thanks.  That's kind of you to say, but I know that's not the only reason they're  shy around me. I'm the school's notorious 'Ice Queen.' Maybe you and I  could talk about that some time and you could give me some pointers on  how I can change that. I'd like that. But I still want to clear the air  about my intentions with Alan."

She paused, and then continued, "Damn, now that I think about  it, you heard everything last night already. Oh God, how embarrassing!  It's a good thing we're going to be friends; otherwise I'd have to kick  your ass!" She said this only half in jest, and in fact her hands were  still clenching at her sides. "I meant what I said, what you overheard.  You know from that that I'm not um, well, romantically experienced..."

She blushed and had another surge of anger as it started to  hit her just how much Katherine had overheard, but she pressed on, "And,  well, since Alan already has a girlfriend, all I really want from him  is for him to, you know, kind of..."

Katherine could see Christine's extreme embarrassment and  helped her finish her thought: "Help you out in the inexperience  department?"

"Yes. Well..." Christine was grateful for the assistance, but  nonetheless she blushed even more furiously. "It's not like I want to  be his girlfriend... Well, okay, that's not entirely truthful either. I  would, if it weren't for Amy, but I am NOT going to try to steal him  away from her. No way! For one thing, she's so kind and so nice. Who in  their right mind would ever want to hurt her? And it's not like he'd  ever want me over her in a million years in the first place... Oh God.  Listen to me! I sound so pathetic. One minute I'm pissed off and the  next minute I'm wallowing - you must think I'm totally schizo."

She sighed, then recovered. "But you know what? I feel a lot  better, just talking about it. I never talk about this stuff with  anyone." Suddenly, her voice sharpened again and she glared at  Katherine. "You WILL keep all of this completely confidential, won't  you?"

Katherine merely nodded. "My lips are sealed on anything we say, including what I overheard last night."

Katherine found it hard not to be intimidated by Christine,  this close up and personal. Christine simply radiated charisma and  authority. But every time she felt like cowering and groveling before  the "Ice Queen" for her forgiveness, her jealousy surged up hot and  fierce again. She thought, I will NOT prostrate myself to beg for mercy from the likes of Christine!

"How can I trust you?" Christine demanded. "After what you  did last night, give me one good reason to believe I'm not making a huge  mistake even telling you the things I just did." Her confidence came  back now that the topic had moved to safer ground.

"Well, for one thing," Katherine replied, "after I got home  last night I told everyone in my family exactly what I'd done. Amy was  there too, since it affected her as well. I made a solemn vow that I  would never do that kind of thing again, and that, in fact, I'd find a  way to make it up to you. Ask Alan or Amy. If I screw up again, believe  me, Alan especially will have my ass."

As soon as those words left her mouth, Katherine had a hard  time keeping a straight face. She had to pause and pretend like there  was something in her eye. I hope that's true, in a very literal way! She pulled herself together and finished, "He specifically told me that  if I made any further mistakes with you he'd go postal. Ask him about  that yourself if you want."

Christine thought about that. "Good. That gives me some  reassurance, at least. I'd like to try this friendship thing out, but if  you say one word..."

Suddenly, Christine's mind got distracted by other thoughts.  "Hey. I have a question. My idea about Alan helping me with my  inexperience, that's predicated on this whole notion of Amy not really  caring about sharing him with others. Is that really for real? I mean,  really? Completely truly? I keep hearing that, even from Amy's lips, but  I just don't believe it."

Katherine smiled broadly. "Yep. Alan has a LOT of lovers. All  of them are gorgeous girls. And Amy really is totally cool with it."

Christine's bewilderment was written all over her face. "But why?"

"First off, she really is as sweet and sharing as she  appears. Plus, most of his other relationships pre-dated when they  started going out, so it just seemed natural to keep things going. She  knows he couldn't give them up - he's too addicted to the variety, and  he loves some of them too much - so she didn't ask him to. Also, she  knows that if she didn't agree to that arrangement, a lot of other very  desirable girls would be in line who would."

"Is that all? So she's basically agreeing under duress?"

"Not hardly! I mean, if you have a boyfriend and he does something impressive, that's a feather in your cap too, right?"

"Yeah?" Christine could see where this was going, and didn't like it.

"So... Amy likes it when Alan sleeps with other women. The  more impressive they are, the better. It just proves what a great catch  he is, you know? And Amy doesn't have a jealous bone in her body, so why  not?"

Katherine could see that this line of reasoning was only going to  provoke an argument, so she quickly shifted gears. "But if I could  change the topic, I hate to bring up my eavesdropping again, but I heard  you basically ask to be one of his helpers, as you put it. What  happened to your outrage about that arrangement?"

Christine dropped her head in shame. "I know. I should be  outraged. But I get these... urges. And dreams. I keep having all these  different dreams about Alan. I've become fixated about him being the one  who will... you know..." She didn't need to complete her sentence, as  it was clear she was talking about him taking her virginity.

Katherine slipped into the mannerisms of a psychologist. "I  see. There's nothing to be ashamed about with that. Every girl your age  has similar urges and dreams." She then dropped the psychologist act to  add, "I've even got them myself, so it's not like you're the only one  with that sort of problem."

"Really?" Christine looked up at Katherine with uncertain hope and more than a little surprise.

Katherine thought, Hee! If you only knew just how similar  my dreams are to yours. They even star the same guy! Hee-hee! But you  poor thing, you seem to think having any sexual urge is a sin. What cave  have you been living in? She replied, "Speaking for myself, I have all kinds of crazy dreams and fantasies. It's just a part of life."

But Christine persisted, "You don't understand. My dreams are  very... disturbing. They're weird! Bizarre! I don't act like myself,  not like I should act at all. I act like... Well, I can't tell you."

Katherine joked, "Who do you act like? Wonder Woman?"

Christine's jaw dropped. She was absolutely floored. She  blushed down to her chest as she stared at Katherine like she was some  kind of mind reader. "Wha...? How? How did you know?!"

Now it was Katherine's turn to be surprised. Whoa! What's this? The queen of the "Goody-goodies" is having kinky Wonder Woman dreams? Maybe there's hope for her yet!

But seeing panic rising in Christine's face, she quickly  explained, "Um, sorry, that was just a wild guess, just something  completely off the wall. You said really bizarre, and then for some  reason I got to thinking about your Wonder Woman T-shirt. It really  sticks out because you don't wear any other clothes with any kind of  logos or sayings on them at all; everything is very high class. But then  you have that simple shirt with the Wonder Woman artwork on it."

Still dreadfully embarrassed, Christine explained, "I know. I  got that as a present from my parents. I kind of have to wear it every  now and then or they'd be offended. Plus, I've kind of always been a big  fan."

Christine paused, and then buried her head in her hands as the implications of all that was said became clear. Oh no! My deepest secret is out! I'll never be able to live it down! She looked ready to cry.

Katherine thought about this. What's going on here?  Obviously she's not freaking just because she's a fan of Wonder Woman.  That's no big deal. Dreams of herself as Wonder Woman are no big deal  either. But I remember that old show and Alan used to have a bunch of  the comic books. There was a kind of sexual bondage theme going on, now  that I think about it. Wonder Woman was always getting caught and tied  up. I'll go out on a limb and bet THOSE are the kinds of dreams she's  having. Especially since she's got the hots for Big Brother. There's  something about him that makes a girl all weak-kneed and submissive and  wanting to suck cock with her hands tied behind her back. Or maybe that  last bit is just me, tee-hee!

I could totally picture Christine as Wonder Woman, held  captive by Alan and forced to strip off her own uniform, forced to  SERVE! Her super powers would be completely useless against my brother's  super cock, hee-hee! That would be really hot. It would almost be worth  it to have her join the harem, just so I could see Brother titfuck her  while she's all helpless and angry, still wearing bits and pieces of her  Wonder Woman outfit.

She had a Eureka moment as she continued to think. I know!  This could be my big chance to solve the whole Christine problem and  save the harem from her relentless curiosity. It's risky, but I've got  to give it a shot.

She said, "Christine, look. First of all, your secrets are  completely safe with me. I'm on big time probation with Alan and if I  mess up again he'll totally kill me. So don't worry about that. In fact,  the dreams you have aren't strange at all. I have all kinds of similar  dreams myself. For instance, sometimes I dream that I'm one of the Bond  girls, working for the enemy. James Bond captures me - personally, I  prefer the Pierce Brosnan version, though he's a bit old - and tortures  vital secrets out of me. Sexually tortures me. He ties me up and does  all kinds of stuff to me."

Shock again crossed Christine's face, but now it was from curiosity, not shame. "What kind of stuff?"

"Well, I can't really get into it without grossing you out."

"Try me."

Katherine had to suppress a grin. A-ha! I knew it! She's  totally into that kind of thing! There IS hope! If Christine is secretly  a slave to her perverted lust instead of the super moral, nosy priss  that she acts like in public, maybe she won't go nuclear if and when she  hears about the incest after all. Especially if we could get some  really incriminating evidence of her acting out her fantasies. Oooh!  Blackmail. I like!

Katherine had an even greater urge to smile after considering  all that, but she just barely managed to keep a poker face. "It's  awfully embarrassing... First off, you have to imagine rope. Lots of  rope. I'm bound and completely helpless. And naked. Utterly nude. That  is, unless he's ripped my clothes off, in which case there may still be  some shreds of cloth here and there."

"Yes?" Christine couldn't hide her growing eagerness to hear more.

Katherine thought, Well, I'll be! Sproing! Christine's nipples just announced themselves in a big way. She's getting totally hot! Hee-hee! But she said soberly, pretending shame, "Here's where it gets  embarrassing. Then, usually, he spanks me. Hard. On my naked butt. And  then he does other things to me. Sexual things. It's so embarrassing, I  can't really go on, but... Well, he puts his hand between my legs and,  well, I can't tell you any more than that!" She faked great  embarrassment by turning her head and closing her eyes.

Christine put a hand on Katherine's shoulder. "Don't worry.  You don't have to say more. I understand. I understand completely. All  too well, in fact. And your secret is safe with me. I know what happens  next because I have almost that exact same dream sometimes. Nearly every  night, in fact. Except that I'm Wonder Woman captured by the bad guys  instead of a Bond girl captured by the good guys. In a way, that's a lot  worse, to have to submit to evil. But I can't control what I dream when  I sleep." She dropped her head in shame.

The two of them sat there for some long moments, contemplating their revelations.

Finally, Finally, Katherine reached her hand up to her own  shoulder and placed it on top of Christine's while saying, "You know, I  was talking earlier about being your friend, but now I'd like that even  more than before. It seems like we have a strange, secret bond between  us. We both have the same kind of embarrassing dreams."

Christine looked at her gravely. "I need help! Professional help. What should I do?!"

She replied, "Well, that's one thing I wanted to talk to you  about. I know it must be disconcerting for you, especially if you  haven't had dreams like that before, but really, it's not that uncommon.  It's perfectly normal. You don't need help. You see, some people are  dominant and others are submissive-"

Christine barked with irritation, "I know that much. But up  until a month or so ago, I was the other way. I'm a natural leader. Even  my dreams and fantasies were completely different."

Katherine again replied, "But did you realize that most  people are some mix of dominant and submissive? It's kind of like how  most people are a mix of gay and straight. It's a different mix for  everyone, but sometimes certain people bring out certain urges that  otherwise might not come out. Maybe in your case you're a natural  dominant except when it comes to Alan. There's really nothing wrong with  that."

But Christine persisted, "There is. I feel so dirty, so  wrong, just thinking about it, much less talking about it." She looked  at Katherine with sudden surprise. "Wait a minute! I can't believe I'm  actually talking about this with another person! This is so..."

Katherine finished the sentence in a different way than what  Christine intended. "Normal. This is completely normal. Christine, don't  you hear other girls talking in the locker room and whatnot, every  single day? What are they talking about most of the time? Sex! Well,  maybe technically not most of the time, but certainly a lot of the time.  And while most of the talk at school is gossip about relationships and  stuff like that, you should hear the really private talk in groups of  two or three. Things get REALLY explicit, a lot more than what we've  talked about today. That's just normal."

Christine commented, "Of course, I talk with my friends like  that sometimes, but we're a pretty innocent bunch. I didn't know things  get that explicit." She thought to herself, Maybe they're scared of really opening up with me. Why is it I intimidate everybody?

"They do," Katherine said. "Why, I can't even tell you how  many other girls have privately shared with me their wild erotic  fantasies of bondage and spankings and all kinds of kinky stuff.  Sometimes they're not even fantasies, but are based on real-life  experiences."

"Really?!"

"Really. You know, you should expand your circle of friends  some if you want to attract Alan. I know you soak up information like a  sponge, but your current group seems to be like lesser versions of you.  How much more can you learn from them about things that can help you  with Alan? Um, no offense, but that's how I see it."

"None taken," Christine replied. She's right. I like her  brutally frank analysis. No one ever talks to me like that. Is it true  that my friends are just a bunch of toadies, like Heather's toadies?  That's a depressing thought. Or maybe they're just a bunch of innocents  like me. But who else could I become friends with, besides Katherine  here? ... Well, I suppose there's Simone. She was so nice to me the  other day. But I don't know if I can get around her being best friends  with Heather.

While Christine was thinking, Katherine thought, Okay,  here I am, about to make the big leap. If I say what I want to say, then  I'm going to commit big time to really being Christine's friend and  trying to bring her into the harem instead of just pretending to be nice  while fighting to keep her out of it. Is that really what I want to do?  Is that safe? Is it what Brother would want me to do?

Well, let's think. What have I got to lose? I can test  just how kinky she can get and what she's willing to really do. IF I can  get her to admit to, or even better do, some really wild stuff, then  we've got an insurance policy about her finding out about the incest.  People who live in glass houses can't throw stones. Then, and only then,  Alan can go ahead and fuck her without being so stressed out about it.  Heck, if I'm lucky maybe it'll turn out she's at least somewhat bisexual  and then we all can REALLY have fun! I'll bet that mouth of hers could  really drive a girl wild, and oh man I wonder how good her tight, prim  pussy would taste.

If it turns out she's not that kinky I can try a different  approach, but I don't think I have to worry about that, given what  she's admitted already. It's such a flawless plan that I don't even need  to ask Alan first. He's going to love it! Even Aunt Suzy is going to be  impressed with my cleverness, hee-hee.

Realizing she'd been quiet for some long moments, Katherine  said, "Sorry, I was just thinking about some of my fantasies. I had the  strangest dream last night."

Christine again said, "Really?! So did I!"

Katherine actually was making all of this up, but she nodded  knowingly, as if she also had to endure bizarre sexual dreams every  night. "Wonder Woman again? Did one of the evil guys with a face like  Alan's tie you up and have his way with your curvy body?"

Christine again appeared incredulous. "A-MAZ-ing! How do you do that? It's like you're psychic!"

Katherine lied, "It may seem like I know your mind because we  think alike. I don't just have Bond girl dreams; I have all kinds. I've  had the Wonder Woman dream lots of times too. I can't even BEGIN to  tell you about the dream I had last night. Whoa!" She mock-fanned  herself.

She thought, Damn, this is so easy. Christine's a near  genius, but when it comes to sexual stuff, it's like taking candy from a  baby. It's all so new to her that she's completely gullible and  malleable. And she's so aroused that I'm getting her to talk about all  kinds of outrageous stuff. I'll bet the odds are good I can turn her  into a die-hard cum-loving Alan-slut. Before too long, I'll have her  literally worshipping his cock. Heck, with Amy's help, it'll be a piece  of cake!