Meanwhile…

With the newfound help from Amalla’s servants, Haruka was certainly happy for the extra manpower, both with the dorms and at the teahouse.  She assumed that it would take at least a day if not longer for them to get into the swing of things.  Lo and behold, to Haruka’s surprise, the servants were practically professionals from the get-go.  After perusing the menu selection, seating arrangements, kitchen area, and general operations within the teahouse, the newly arrived staff started moving like clockwork, as if they had spent months - even years - working in the teahouse.

The extra help was certainly appreciated for more than one reason.  For while Haruka was glad for the extra manpower in and of itself, the assistance from Amalla’s servants also allowed Haruka to avoid being out and about on the premises.  It wasn’t out of a desire of sheer laziness, though Haruka would certainly enjoy a small vacation of a few days away from the shop.

The main reason Haruka wanted to avoid being in the public eye as much as possible was the circumstances of her growth.  Now standing in the seven-foot-plus range, Haruka would stick out like a freshly swollen sore thumb.  The prospect of interacting with incoming customers and not coming off as intimidating or having the mood in the teahouse become tense or awkward was motivation enough for Haruka to take a very ‘behind the scenes’ position as things currently stood.  And of course, with her increased size - and lack of clothing she could wear aside from the stretchy undergarments Kaolla had cooked up on the fly - Haruka would certainly feel rather self-conscious at the thought of prancing about the tables and serving as eye candy for anybody who saw her.  While she might make some good tip money among the male customers, she’d rather not draw unwanted attention from over-the-top perverts or other people with less-than-good intentions.

Therefore, Haruka had asked Amalla’s servants (in this case, four of them which were allotted to help around the teahouse), to manage both the serving floor and the kitchen as much as possible on their own.  Of course, Kentaro would assist as much as he could in his capacity, as well as keep his mouth shut about Haruka’s recent growth spurt (if he knew what was good for him).  The servants replied that any assistance was welcome, though not necessary.

“Please, don’t worry yourself over the state of things here, Miss Haruka,” said one of the servants as he looked up to her.  “We will manage and tend to this establishment as if it were our very home.  You can rest easy knowing that we will tend to all tasks here, both on the serving floor and in the kitchen.  If a problem comes up, one of us will contact you at once, though such an event is unlikely to occur, so feel free to do something enjoyable with your spare time.”

“Indeed miss,” chimed in a younger female servant.  “You have instructed us well as to the everyday tasks of this establishment, so we’ve got it from here.  So please, go enjoy yourself.  We insist on it!”

The other staffers nodded in agreement with the younger Molmolian servant as they turned their gaze up to Haruka.  Even at that point, the whole situation felt rather surreal from Haruka’s pont of view.  It wasn’t the insistence of Amalla’s servants in telling her to scamper off and do something with her newly acquired free time that gave Haruka pause.  It was the simple act of looking DOWN at them as they spoke with her.  The tallest among the bunch was probably around 5’9” or 5’10”, and Haruka was looking DOWN at this person as though they were a small child.  The experience was enough to somewhat rattle Haruka to her core, and just another reminder (out of several) at just how BIG she was becoming.

Feeling the urge to light up another cigarette, Haruka made her way back uphill towards Hinata House (trying to find a discreet way to slip out the back so as to avoid eyes on her as she left).  After letting Amalla’s helpers know to contact her if something urgent came up, Haruka decided to take their advice and give herself a little time off from managing the teahouse.  Otherwise, she’d mostly likely spend the day cooped up in either the back office or behind the counter (seated so as to draw less attention).

Upon arriving at the front door of Hinata House, Haruka simply stared at the entrance for a good long while, still taking in the reality of the situation (given how unreal it all felt).  She had lived at Hinata House for several years now and had passed through this entrance all the time like it was nothing.  Yet here she now stood in all her 7 foot, 9 inch glory and tilted her head down to look at the doorway entrance.

“It’s like I’m getting ready to enter a child’s playhouse,” muttered Haruka.  Never in her life did she think she’d have to bend down and duck to walk into the place she resided.  It was as profound a realization as it was preposterous.  Haruka would laugh at such a thing if it weren’t true.

‘Let’s hope Su’s little pill does what it’s supposed to,’ thought Haruka as she bent down and crossed the threshold into the entrance hall.  ‘Otherwise, we’ll end up having to CRAWL in order to get inside this place, and even then, it’s not like we’d be able to stand up straight by that point.  I am NOT looking forward to having to crawl about on all fours inside my own home.’

As she walked through the hallways of Hinata House, Hakuka couldn’t help but notice how pronounced her footfalls were along the floorboards.  While it was common to expect the occasional ‘thud’ when hearing someone make their way throughout the dorms (unless they were trying to sneak about via tiptoeing), in this case, the sound was much louder and more distinct than before.  It was just another reminder of how large the Hinata women had become in such a short time, and made Haruka’s craving for a smoke all the more prevalent in turn.

Reaching her bedroom, Haruka made her way towards the nightstand right next to her bed and found the pack of cigarettes within.  Upon closer inspection, she saw that there were only three cigarettes left in the pack.  Given her larger size, a typical cigarette would alleviate her nicotine cravings and lower her stress levels only so much.  Now with her larger size, the effect was lessened per cigarette, just like other everyday resources she would use and consume.  If Haruka kept getting bigger at the way things were going, she would have to start smoking cigars to get the same amount of tobacco-related relief as she did prior to these growth spurts she was having.  She simply sighed before taking out one of the cigarettes, striking a match, lighting her smoke and taking a good, long drag right from the get-go, burning through half of the cigarette in one single draw.

Sighing with momentary relief, Haruka glanced at the cigarette nestled between her fingers, staring at it with focus and letting the difference in scale really set it.

‘It’s so damn…tiny now,’ thought Haruka as she stared at her smoke.  From her viewpoint, her cigarettes looked like one of those super skinny types that fancy older women prefer to smoke, brands like “Capri” or “Virginia Slims.”  However, while the cigarette looked thinner relative to her newfound size, it wasn’t any longer in comparison.  And of course, it wasn’t her smoke that shrunk, but Haruka who had grown…and quite a lot at that.

Taking another deep breath and sighing once more, Haruka took another draw from the cigarette, this time a shorter one so as to make it last a little longer.  She really didn’t want to have to leave the Hinata House to get a new pack of cigarettes, given the attention she would no doubt draw due to her size (and her current wardrobe).  Therefore, she would have to make the few smokes she had left at her disposal count all the more, at least until she was desperate enough to brave being out and about while towering over virtually everybody she came into contact with (outside of Hinata House, of course…minus Keitaro).

As Haruka was finishing up her cigarette, she glanced downward…and couldn’t help but stare at her bust in the process.  While Haruka wasn’t a woman who obsessed too much over bosoms or cup size, she couldn’t help but be a tad bit mesmerized by just how much her own breasts had enlarged…and relative to her own body at that.  From what she could tell, literally ALL the Hinata women had larger bosoms by this point, having gone up several cup sizes from what they originally were.  Even the more flat-chested girls - Mei in particular - were now sporting what anyone with a brain would refer to as “tits,” “jugs,” “melons,” “cannons” or any other term implying large breasts.

It was a realization that had Haruka blushing as she dwelled on it…and inadvertently found herself gently rubbing her hand over her nether-regions as she pondered on such a lustful topic.

Upon realizing what she was doing, Haruka quickly pulled her hand away from her crotch, embarrassed that was getting so damn turned on thinking about bosoms, including her own.  Of course, given her past - especially her period of romantic exploration with both Seta and Julia - Haruka simply couldn’t help herself.  She had made peace that she was indeed bisexual and appreciated both the male and femal form in all of their splendor.

It was this line of thinking as she finished up her cigarette that Haruka’s mind started to go down a different rabbit hole onto another person…well, more accurately, another male person along with twelve other female persons in accompaniment.  The overarching topic regarding these persons involved a proposition in the Hinata hot springs not so long ago, at the insistence of a certain pair of Molmolian sisters, neither of whom appeared to be taking ‘no’ for an answer.

‘Am I really thinking about joining a harem?’ thought Haruka.  ‘I mean…am I honestly considering hooking up with Keitaro…AND all of the other women here at Hinata?’  As she pondered and dwelled on whether or not she was seriously considering jumping into such an arrangement, Haruka found her heartbeat increasing and a growing pleasurable tingle emanating through her very being (especially in her nether-regions once again).

“Ugh…what is wrong with me?” sighed Haruka as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back before continuing to think out loud.  “I can’t marry Keitaro.  He’s family.  That alone is reason enough to stay out of this.  Besides, he’s with Naru and he already has other women vying for his attention.  No need for me to jump into that pile-up…even if I…I…”

“Even if you love him?” asked a voice to Haruka’s surprise.  Haruka turned her attention to the doorway and was greeted by not one…but three individuals who had crossed the threshold, apparently while Haruka’s eyes were closed and her mind deep in thought.

Standing there before Haruka in all of her beauty and glory was Amalla Su, with Kanako (and Kuro resting on her shoulder) flanking Amalla’s left and Mutsumi flanking Amalla’s right.  Both Amalla and Mutsumi had knowing smiles on their faces while Kanako had a less than ecstatic look on hers.  It wasn’t disgust on Kanako’s face so much as it was grumbling reluctance on her part.  After all, the younger Urashima woman desired Keitaro all for herself, and while she was acceptant of the harem plan, it didn’t mean that she yearned for it with the same passion as Amalla or some of the other Hinata women.

Haruka simply sat on her bed (feeling cramped in the process given how small it was relative to her enlarged frame) and stared at the trio now standing in her room before her.  A moment later, she came up with a semi-witty retort to Amalla’s question.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking, Amalla?” asked Haruka as she rubbed out the cigarette but before standing up (and up, and up) before her and the other women present.

“Sorry to intrude, Haru-chan,” replied Amalla.  “I know it’s not much of an excuse, but Kana-chan invited Mu-chan and I into your room, given that she is your temporary roommate after all.”

“I’m sorry if we’ve overstepped our bounds, Haru-chan,” Mutsumi said with genuine compassion and regret in her voice.  “If I have upset you with this transgression, please let me know how I can make it up to you.”  Upon finishing this statement, Mutsumi bowed forward with her hands clasped together, fingers laced over her crotch area.  As she leaned forward, her magnificent mammaries jiggled and bounced, making themselves only too pronounced in the sports bra she wore.  No doubt this girl still spotted the largest pair of breasts among the Hinata women (though the gap between her and the others had lessened significantly by this point).

“I…it’s okay, Mutsumi,” replied Haruka with a mild blush on her face as she found herself staring once more at other womens’ tits in the process (all three women in this case, to which Amalla cracked a Cheshire Cat smile in response).  “I know you had no ill intent in coming here.  And as they say, “no harm, no foul,” so no need to apologize.”

“Oh, thank you, Haru-chan,” said Mutsumi with small tears of joy in her eyes as she came forward and hugged Haruka once more.  The older Urashima woman was taken back by the suddenness of Mutsumi’s snow of affection, especially with her substantial breasts being squished against Mutsumi’s massive mammaries.  Such close contact with another woman with such a sexually-overcharged figure was starting to get Haruka hot under the collar and pent-up with sexual angst.

That level of angst hit the figurative ceiling when Mutusmi followed her hug with a very passionate smooch on Haruka’s lips.

While there was no tongue-play involved, the kiss was still very, VERY enjoyable from Haruka’s perspective.  It was as if a pleasure bomb had exploded in Haruka’s brain and was now bombarding the neurons in her head with nothing but raw, 100% pure euphoria - all from being embraced by another woman who held her with the touch of a lover while kissing her for several seconds.

Though it was somewhat common knowledge that Mutsumi liked to kiss both men and women on a whim (which she had done numerous times in the past), in this case, she was even more passionate and loving with the simple act of locking lips with another person.

“Geez,” muttered Kanako, “if she keeps this up, she’s soon enough going to switch to French kissing in another minute or so.”

“I should hope she does,” chimed Amalla, “both because I think it’s the best kind of kissing, my darling Kana-chan, and it’ll help cement the harem all the more.  Wives should learn to be as open and nurturing towards one another as they can be.”

“That so?” replied Kanako with a cocked eyebrow.

“I’m speaking from personal experience on that note, given that I have a royal harem back home,” replied Amalla with a grin.

“I still don’t get why you feel the need to have a second harem when you already have a husband and multiple wives back home then,” said Kanako while she stroked her pussy [cat…get your mind out of the gutter] as she watched Mutsumi get really REALLY affectionate with Haruka.

“Second harem?” asked Amalla.  “Oh no no no, my dear Kana-chan.  I have one harem.  It’s just getting a lot bigger is all.  It’s getting filled with big, beautiful women and another wonderful husband to add to the one I currently have.  In fact, I was thinking…”

“Oh no,” groaned Kanako, “I’m not sure I want to know what you’re thinking of right now.”

“Once this branch of the harem becomes good and secured, I’m thinking of bringing everyone over to Molmol for a little vacation, just so you can get acquainted with your new sister-wives back in Molmol.  And I’m sure that Lamba will find the idea of adding more women to the royal harem to be QUITE invigorating.  Then there’s also the matter of what to do with Kaolla’s little growth hormone.”

“I’m sorry, what does that have anything to do with this harem-themed wet dream of yours and why would you even factor it in, given what it’s led to?”  asked a somewhat flabbergasted Kanako.

“Well,” began Amalla once more, “once Kaolla works out the bugs in the growth hormone, given that it was in an experimental state, I was thinking of sharing it with my fellow wives back home.  After all, I wouldn’t want to have an unfair advantage over them in the bedroom, enticing as the prospect may be.  I’m sure they’ll be beyond surprised the next time they get a look at me.”  Amalla finished with a giggle, which in turn made her breasts wobble slightly in response.

“You REALLY think your sister is going to be able to make a perfect form of that growth hormone of hers in practically no time?” asked Kanako one again.  “And you REALLY want to create more amazonian women like us?”

“I was thinking something more along the lines of miniature giantess personally,” replied Amalla with a grin.  “Just thinking about it is getting me really, really, REALLY hot right now.”

“You really are a slave to your baser instincts,” muttered Kanako.

“Unapologetically so,” said Amalla with an unabashed grin plastered on her lovely supermodel features.  “But before we get ahead of ourselves, we need to address the here and now.  As the old saying goes, ‘You need to walk before you can run.’”

Finally pulling herself away from Mutsumi’s lovingly smothering act of affection, Haruka turned towards Amalla and Kaolla.

“So what are you guys doing coming in here anyway?  Do you need something in particular?” asked Haruka.

“Well, since you asked,” began Amalla, “we need you to get on board with the harem plan.”

Upon hearing this, Haruka fluttered her eyes and struggled to put the words together for the next few seconds.  After taking a deep breath to calm down, Haruka looked back at Amalla once more.

“So I take it that wasn’t a joke you were making the other night in the baths,” declared Haruka.  “You’re actually dead-set on making everyone here your wife.”

“Well, Keitaro would be my husband - and everyone else’s husband - but yeah, aside from his specific case, the whole lot of you would be my wives…and wives to one another, of course.”  explained Amalla.

“And you honestly think you can get literally EVERYONE on board with this harem plan you’re concocting?”  Haruka asked with insistence.  “Literally EVERY SINGLE WOMAN here at Hinata?”

“I’m simply not having it any other way, my dear Haru-chan,” answered Amalla.  “If you’re curious as to who is on board, both Kana-chan and Mu-chan here are in agreement and have joined in.  I know that Tsuruko-chan and Mo-chan are both practically guaranteed to be in it.  Kaolla and Nyamo are also on-board with it and they’re doing their part to bring Shinobu-chan, Mei-chan, and Sarah-chan into the fold.  All that really leaves is Naru-chan and Kei-kun at this point.”

“And me.” corrected Haruka.

“Yes, but not for long,” said Amalla with a rather confident smile.

“You seem confident that you’ll bring me into this cuckoo plan of yours without any resistance.” inquired Haruka.

“I know you’re in love with Keitaro,” stated Amalla with a very point-blank, more serious tone in her voice.  “Kana-chan knew it as well and Mu-chan had strong suspicions about it.  You can deny it all you want, but I’ve caught on with how you react around Keitaro, especially when in the presence of other women:  The way you blush, the way your demeanor softens when you’re near him, the look in your eyes as you gaze at him longingly.  It’s pretty apparent to someone with hawk eyes like mine.  You suppress it best you can, but I see through the shield you put up.  You are in love with Keitaro Urashima, even if you don't show it openly or choose to deny it.”

Haruka’s eyes fluttered as her breath caught in her throat and her nicotine craving began to slowly spike as well.  Apparently, she didn’t give Amalla enough credit for how perceptive she could be at times.  The towering Molmolian beauty was a natural at reading people.  Give her a few days, and she could analyze and discern a person’s temperament, personality, preferences, dislikes, and any other facet making up one’s character down to the tiniest detail.  It was a gift of hers that was as impressive as it was frightening.

‘No longer putting it off, I suppose,’ thought Haruka in that moment.  Slumping her shoulders in defeat, she decided to be upfront about her feelings.

“Even if it were true,” began Haruka, “even if I do have feelings for Keitaro, I can’t bring myself to act on them.  In all honesty, it’s best that I stay out of this little arrangement you girls are trying to set up.  I can’t - in good conscience - enter into this little harem fantasy of yours for at least two good reasons.”

“Oh? And what would those be, dear Haru-chan?” asked Amalla with genuine intrigue.

“First off, Keitaro and I are related.  For years, I’ve always been referred to as ‘Aunt Haruka’ by that loveable little goofball.  How do you think he’d feel about entering into a romantic relationship with his own aunt?  I doubt he’d be on board with that concept.” explained Haruka.

“Technically, you’re not REALLY his aunt, Haruka,” countered Kanako.

“She’s not?” asked both Mutsumi and Amalla at the same time.

“Biologically speaking, Haruka is Keitaro’s cousin,” continued Kanako.  “When she was young, Haruka’s parents passed away in an unfortunate accident, so Grandma Hina adopted Haruka and raised her as if she were Hina’s own daughter.  That’s why Keitaro had referred to her as ‘Aunt Haruka’ for so many years.”

“I see…” pondered Amalla out loud as she took in this newly acquired information.

“While I’d prefer Kanako not telling you about that little tidbit,” grumbled Haruka through clenched teeth, “now that you know that Keitaro and I are biologically related no matter how you cut it, that’s a strong enough reason as to why I shouldn’t enter into this arrangement.  I don’t know how things are back in Molmol when it comes to courtship and marriage, but in several parts of the world, the act of incest is frowned upon, Amalla.”

The Molmolian princess paused for a moment before speaking up.

“Well then, dearest Haru-chan, since you’ve brought up what some consider to be a taboo act, I suppose all I can say on that is that historically, the act of incest has been practiced several times over and across many different parts of the world.  A few names come to mind as far as inter-cousin or inter-sibling relationships…names like Cleopatra, Albert Einstein, Charles Darwin, Edgar Allan Poe, Queen Victoria of the British Empire, the Habsburg Family, King Tutankhamun  of Egypt…need I continue?  Even the Islamic prophet Muhammad and the Buddha supposedly had relations with their respective cousins, and there are passages throughout the Bible where key religious figures have had the same types of relationships with relatives, be they cousins, siblings, or otherwise.”*

[*Sorry if this tidbit about incest offends anybody (especially the religious types), but I did my homework on this.  Don’t believe me?  Here are some links:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incest  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_coupled_cousins]

“I’m not sure hearing all that made me feel any more comfortable about getting into a romantic relationship with my own cousin,” countered Haruka.

It was at this point that somebody decided to take a more firm approach than Amalla in the midst of all of this.  Upon Haruka finishing her statement, that person came right up to Haruka, held up her thumb and middle finger in the form of an “O” and flicked the middle finger directly into Haruka’s forehead.

“Argh!” grunted Haruka upon the moment of impact.  “What the hell, Kanako?” said Haruka with growing irritation in her voice.

“Will you get off it already?” said a rather annoyed Kanako staring slightly upward into Haruka’s eyes (given their 3-inch height difference).

“What are you talking about?” replied Haruka.

“Since when did you give a damn about what society thought about you?” elaborated Kanako.  “All of a sudden, you’re worried about what other people think of you?  You’re really concerned about what people might think about you hooking up with someone you happen to be related to?  The Haruka I knew in the past would tell those people to take a hike and stick their judgements up their asses.  So don’t go using that whole ‘what will other people think of me?’ shtick as an excuse, because I know you better than that.  In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been Keitaro’s sister for years, and now I’m dead-set on becoming one of his wives, and I couldn’t care less about what society thinks about that.  Whenever somebody gets on my case over a thing like that, I’m going to tell them that they’re entitled to their opinion about me, and then I’m going to tell them to hit the bricks and keep walking, because their judgements about who I can love mean less than nothing to me.  You understand?”

“That’s easy for you to say,” retorted Haruka.  “You may have been Keitaro’s sister for most of your lives, but you’re not blood-related to him.  I am.  What do you think would happen if Keitaro ended up getting me pregnant?  How would we explain to our child that he or she is the product of an incestuous marriage?  What if the baby grew up with some kind of serious genetic defect as a result of us being together?  Those are the kinds of things I have to think about when it comes to being together with Keitaro.  You think I don’t love him?  You think I’m staying away because I don’t have feelings for him?  Besides…”

“Besides what, you stubborn woman?” asked Kanako.

“There’s one other reason I can’t in good conscience be with Keitaro.” muttered Haruka.

“And what is that, Haru-chan?” asked Mutsumi.

There was another pause before the older Urashima woman spoke up once more.

“I’m a terrible person,” said Haruka.

“Huh?” asked the other three women simultaneously, before Amalla decided to speak up right afterwards.

“What are you talking about?” asked the dark-skinned beauty with genuine confusion on her face.  “Haruka, if I considered you to be a ‘terrible person,’ do you think I would bring you into this harem?  Honestly, sometimes I don’t understand you.”

“I’m a terrible person because I don’t just love Keitaro!” spoke up Haruka, raising her voice in the process.

Another pause before somebody spoke up to break the silence.

“What do you mean by that?” asked Mutsumi.

“Yes, what exactly do you mean by that?” Amalla reiterated.

After another pause, Haruka took a deep breath and began explaining her backstory from her younger years involving both Noriyasu Seta and Julia McDougal.  She went into detail about how she had fallen in love with both of them and all of the ups and downs in their complicated three-way relationship, including Julia’s brush with death from the sickness she got all those years ago and how it strained the relationship she had with Seta.  After a good twenty minutes or so of explaining how her heart was tied to Julia, Seta, and also Keitaro, Haruka had finished up on her emotional outpouring (and yearning for another cigarette in the process).

“Well now, that’s quite a backstory,” said Amalla after hearing everything.

“Yes…I’m really sorry about what happened to you back then, Haru-chan,” said Mutsumi.  “I hope that Julia is doing well these days.”

“She’s recovered somewhat from the disease,” explained Haruka, “though her constitution is frail.  Her overall health is fragile, to put things simply.  She cannot exert herself too much with everyday activities, or else she’s likely to end up being hospitalized as a result.  But leaving Julia’s physical state aside, I like to think you all understand why I shouldn’t be involved in your little harem plan or whatever you call it, right?”

“Wrong.” replied Amalla bluntly.

“What?” asked a somewhat flabbergasted Haruka.  “After explaining both my biological relationship with Keitaro and my previous romantic backstory, that’s not enough for you guys to face facts?  I’m somebody who cannot stay fully faithful to Keitaro, understand.  I love him, but I also love Seta and Julia.  Doesn’t that make me an awful person?  A terrible woman?  The fact that I cannot give my heart wholly unto Keitaro should be reason enough for me to stay out of this.  Why can’t you see that?”

“Well…a retort for each of your reasons, if you’ll entertain me,” replied Amalla as she crossed her arms underneath her bosom (accentuating them in the process).

“Go on…” responded Haruka, curious as to what the Molmolian queen was about to say.

“Regarding your first reason - about you and Keitaro being family and related by blood - I’m basically in agreement with Kana-chan on that one.” began Amalla.

“Huh?!” replied Haruka with her mouth ajar and her eyes wide open.

“You heard me, Haru-chan,” continued Amalla with a grin.  “I say that society can go fornicate with itself if it has a problem with people who simply happen to be related by the sheer accident of birth.  And like I was talking about earlier, societies across time and place have engaged in incestuos acts in the past, in particular among members of royalty and the aristocracy.  Even Molmolian culture has had instances of relations between cousins or siblings among members of both the royal family and the lesser noble families.  And let’s not forget…”

“Forget what?” asked Haruka.

“From the Biblical perspective, if I understand it right,” continued Amalla, “for those who honor and revere the Old Testament, whether they call themselves Jews or Christians, after God expelled Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden and they produced their sons Cain and Abel, after Cain murdered Abel, that just left the three of them…Adam, Eve, and Cain.  So if all of mankind originates from those three, according to the story of Genesis, then the human race - logically speaking - is derived from a very, very, VERY incestuous family, whether one wishes to perceive of it in the figurative sense or the literall sense.”

“Even so, leaving that sort of thing aside,” began Haruka before being interrupted by Amalla.

“And like Kanako said earlier, you never came off as the type that was concerned with judgment from outsiders being passed on you for most things in your life, including who you love.  And as for your worries about having offspring with potential genetic defects…”

“Yes?” inquired Haruka.

“Kaolla, being the science whiz kid that she is, would certainly be able to help assist with whatever problems might come up from such a thing.  While I don’t lay praise on my sister too much - at least I like to think I don’t, otherwise she’ll get a big head as a result - I must admit that Kaolla’s intellect is practically in a class of its own.  If she were to get an IQ test, I’d wager that she’d be somewhere in the 200 range, at least when it came to matters of math and science.  Whether it’s chemistry, biology, computers, robotics, physics, or anything in those types of fields, Kaolla is an outright maestro with few who could match her in terms of intellect and creativity.  So to get back to your worries over potential offspring, I’d wager a literal ton of gold that Kaolla could come up with some kind of gene therapy or similar treatment so as to make sure your children grew up with a more-than-satisfactory bill of health for their entire lives.  Now, as to your second point, involving you being in love with other people…”

“Uh-huh…” replied Haruka, nodding her head slowly, as her way of telling Amalla to continue.

“The way I see it…these two people, Seta and Julia, who also have your heart alongside Keitaro.  I have a rather simple solution regarding what to do regarding them.”

“That being?” inquired Haruka.

“Bring them into the harem, of course,” chimed Amalla with a grin.

“You can’t be serious,” deadpanned Haruka, almost falling over with how ‘matter-of-factly’ Amalla had proposed a solution for that little emotional dilemma of hers.

“Well, the intent was to bring them into the harem as YOUR lovers, dearest Haru-chan, so that you need not feel like you were being unfaithful to Keitaro.  After all, I’m proposing a harem between Keitaro and all thirteen of us, being lovers to one another and not just between each of us and Keitaro.  So the way I see it, both Seta and Julia get folded into the harem as your own lovers, for whenever you feel the need to romantically connect with them whenever you’re not with Keitaro.  That way, you can be with all the people you are currently in love with, though I hope you’ll have the same loving passion for all the Hinata women as you do with Keitaro and those other two.  Who knows, after a few months, maybe both Seta and Julia can be officially folded into the harem as well, if the right kind of chemistry develops between them and us.  I wouldn’t necessarily be against the idea of adding another husband and wife to the mix.”

“Alright, don’t overstep your bounds, your Majesty,” interceded Kanako, feeling the need to create some degree of boundaries between Amalla and her ever-growing wet dreams.

“Oh, alright, Kana-chan,” replied Amalla.  “You can be a real party pooper sometimes, you know?  No matter though, I still love you to pieces.”  Amalla followed through with glomping onto Kanako and lovingly rubbing her cheek against Kanako’s own cheek in the process, all while their breasts both smooshed into each other while Amalla lovingly embraced Kanako as if the two were already married (which Amalla was dead-set on making a reality ASAP).

“Okay, okay, enough with the display of love and affection, alright?” replied Kanako.  “I may have agreed to this arrangement of yours, but that doesn’t mean I’m as crazy about it as you are, you know?”

“Hmmm…” pondered Amalla out loud, “that’s something I hope to change once we finalize our marriage.  No matter, you’ll love me just as passionately as I love all of you here at Hinata.  It’s just a matter of time, that’s all.”

“You really don’t let up, do you?” asked Haruka.

“Not when it comes to something I want, no.” replied Amalla.  “It’s like I said to the whole lot of you back in the baths, I want ALL of you - every single one of you lovely ladies and Keitaro to become my lovers, and I’m simply not taking no for an answer.”  She finished by playfully sticking out her tongue and winking.

“But enough about my desires and preferences,” continued Amalla.  “What say we get to the reason as to why we’re here now, shall we?”  Upon saying this, Amalla was gesturing to both Kanako and Mutsumi.

“What are you talking about?” asked Haruka with a cocked eyebrow, wondering just what Amalla was hinting at.

Upon finishing her question, Haruka found herself suddenly surrounded by the other three women - Amalla in the center with Kanako and Mutsumi flanking on each side of her.  While Haruka was roughly in the same height range as the latter two, it was Amalla’s 8-foot-plus height range that gave her an edge over Haruka.  The older Urashima woman had a bad gut feeling that something sudden and forward was about to occur in a matter of seconds.

Her suspicion turned out to be quite accurate as she suddenly found herself being playfully pushed back onto her bed by Amalla, who not a moment later laid atop Haruka with both Kanako and Mutsumi following right after.  Haruka now found herself trapped in a heap of female flesh on all sides, with no hope of escape.

“H-hey!  What are you all doing?!” asked a bewildered Haruka.

“Sorry, Haru-chan,” replied Mutsumi, “but this really is for your own good.”

“Don’t bother fighting this,” added Kanako.  “You might as well just ‘go with the flow’ and let this happen.  You’ll enjoy it much more that way.”

“Enjoy what exactly?” replied Haruka.

“This,” whispered Amalla in a rather husky tone of voice as she seized Haruka’s lips with her own.

While Haruka was tempted to scream out at the sudden assault on her mouth and try her hardest to push back against the three women currently on top of her, she simply couldn’t bring herself to do so.  If she were desperate, she could have bitten down on Amalla’s own tongue in order to force the woman off of her.  But within seconds, the pleasure that Haruka was feeling was beginning to overtake her mind and drown her in euphoria and sexually-charged bliss.

While Amalla was going to town on Haruka’s mouth, both Kanako and Mutsumi began peeling up Haruka’s sports bra and began a series of ministrations onto her breasts, with each girl having a tit all to herself to play with.  After some playful caressing of the bosom and fingering of the nipples - getting them erect in less than a minute - each girl began engaging in a combination of playful licking, sucking, and nibbling of said nipple, which in turn drew moans of pleasure from Haruka.  As much as the older Urashima woman tried to fight it, she was floating on Cloud 9 in that very moment.

Back with Amalla, the Molmolian alternated between French kissing Haruka and giving her hickeys along the woman’s neck.  And while that was going on up top, she proceeded to move one of her hands all the way down towards Haruka’s crotch - underneath her yoga pants - and introduce her fingers to Haruka’s “pearly gates” as it were.  Amalla couldn’t help but crack a smile upon finding out that Haruka was emanating a good amount of both heat and moisture from betwixt her womanly folds.

“Well, now, my sweet little Haru-chan,” said Amalla between kisses, “it makes me happy to know that you are REALLY enjoying this.”

Haruka said nothing in response.  She simply snuck her right arm around Amalla’s flank and gave one of her ass cheeks a firm squeeze, which in turn elicited a rather high-pitched gasp from the Molmolian beauty in turn.

“My, my, my,” continued Amalla as she composed herself from the momentary elation, “you can be a rather feisty one, now can’t you?”

“Thought I’d surprise you a smidge, Your Majesty,” answered Haruka between the kissing sessions.  “Mission accomplished?”

“Oh, you’ve certainly accomplished your objective,” replied Amalla with a grin.  “Ladies,” she gestured to both Kanako and Mutsumi once more, “what say we try and rock Haruka’s world now, shall we?”

“Sounds like a lovely idea to me,” answered Mutsumi with a glowing, radiant smile on her lovely features.

Kanako didn’t even bother verbalizing a response.  She simply took the initiative and immediately dove face first towards Haruka’s crotch and introduced her lips to Haruka’s “lips” in turn.  This of course elicited a high-pitched shriek of pleasure from Haruka, who was alarmed by how much Kanako Urashima was getting in on this action.

“My my, Kana-chan,” declared Amalla, “I’d say you’re getting more into this than I thought you would.”

Kanako simply looped one of her arms around Amalla’s neck and yanked the Molmolian queen straight towards her, smashing her lips against Amalla’s lips in the process and invading Amalla’s mouth with her tongue as much as possible.  Amalla’s eyes widened in response at how brazen Kanako was acting, though this in turn only got her even more in the mood and soon enough the two of them were tangled in a tongue war before needing to come up for air.

“Less talking, more screwing,” said Kanako Urashima, who was gesturing for both Amalla and Mutsumi to get in on the act of cunnilingus onto Haruka’s crotch alongside her, alternating with kissing and groping one another all while they did so.  During the whole bout, each girl would alternate with another girl, making sure to feel and memorize every nook and cranny of her partner’s body.  Within an hour, all four women had gotten VERY intimate with one another, knowing each one’s scent and “taste” so to speak.  All four ladies found themselves panting heavily along Haruka’s bedroom floor, having climaxed several times during their four-way orgy.

“Well now [pant] I must say [pant] you ladies [pant] really know [pant] how to [pant] show a girl [pant] a good time.” said Amalla with equal parts exhaustion and elation.

“We [pant] Urashima women [pant] pride ourselves [pant] on our [pant] endurance.” replied Haruka, who currently had Kanako nestled in her armpit and resting against her bosom, smooching it and suckling on her nipple at times.

“I must also say,” continued Amalla, who started to regain her strength and lessened her panting at this point, “you two also surprised me in your own ways.”  Once again, she was gesturing to both Kanako and Mutsumi.

“Why is that, Ama-chan?” asked Mutsumi.

“Well, Mu-chan,” began Amalla, “you seem to have more stamina than I originally thought you would have.  From what I understand, you’ve had a history of anemia that makes itself known every now and then.  Yet from what I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing with you over the last hour or so, you were able to keep up with us in terms of endurance like it was nothing.  I have to say I’m rather impressed.”  Amalla finished with a loving smooch on Mutsumi’s lips.

“Really?” asked Mutsumi with a blush.  “I suppose I didn’t give it much thought until now.  I was just so caught up in the heat of everything that I couldn’t be bothered to observe that.  But now that you mention it, I am a little surprised that I lasted as long as I did.”

“And as for you, Kana-chan,” said Amalla, turning her attention to the younger girl.

“What is it, Amalla?” grunted Kanako, still nestling and in a daze as she snuggled up against Haruka.

“I’m rather shocked how adamantly you’ve turned around in this little harem plan of mine.  You seem to go at the act of love-making with as much gusto as I do, if not even more so.  That and the sight of watching you get extremely passionate with a member of your own family had me taken back a little bit.” explained Amalla.

“She’s got a point there, Kanako,” added Haruka, kissing Kanako on her forehead right afterwards.  “Given our history, I’m rather surprised that you would take the initiative in getting fresh with me of all people…not that I’m complaining, of course.”

“The way I see it,” responded Kanako, now more awake and energetic, “the sooner we cement our relations with one another, the sooner we can move onto the main event.  Better to rip the band-aid off right away than dance around it and nitpick over it all.”

“Main event?” asked Amalla with noticeable surprise.  “You mean a mass orgy with EVERYONE?  Already?”

“Keitaro.” both Haruka and Mutsumi replied at the same time.  Kanako simply nodded in their explanation of Kanako’s declaration.

“Well, of course Keitaro is involved in all of this, that goes without saying,” replied Amalla.  “Little miscommunication there, that’s all.  It’s just the way I see it, the ‘main course’ from my point of view is that wonderful little man and all of us - all thirteen of us - in a bedroom and adjoining bathroom big enough for all of us and enough food and drink to last us for days while we ‘get to know’ each other.”  Amalla finished with a rather naughty grin on that last part.

“You sure have a cutesy way of describing the act of intercourse, don’t you?” replied Haruka.

“Ditto on that,” added Kanako.

“Ama-chan is just a woman who loves being in love and making love, that’s all,” Mutsumi responded with that rosy, semi-air-headed grin of hers.

“You know me so well, Mu-chan,” replied Amalla with a grin as she smooched the Okinawan girl not but a second later.  “Well then, anybody up for round two?” continued Amalla.

“Already?” asked Haruka, somewhat surprised.

Just then, there was a knock at the door and a voice calling out.

“Hello?” asked the voice of one Motoko Aoyama.  “Is everything all right in there?  I thought I heard screaming or something earlier.”

Right at that moment, Amalla Su, being the nymphomaniac that she was, got up off the floor and proceeded over towards the doorway.  Upon opening it suddenly, Amalla was greeted by the sights of both Motoko and Tsuruko standing before her.  Her action had taken the Aoyama sisters by surprise, given that she was wearing nothing at all.

“W-well…um…perhaps we should take our leave, Motoko,” said Tsuruko, sporting a heavy blush on her face much like her sister.  “It seems we came at a rather bad time.  If you’ll excuse us.”

Before they could take their leave, the Aoyama sisters found themselves being grabbed by the wrists and pulled into Haruka’s bedroom (remembering to duck as they did so).  Amalla had taken the initiative and decided that some extra company would be more than appreciated under the current circumstances.

“Well now, ladies,” said Amalla to Haruka, Mutsumi, and Kanako, “it appears we have some new arrivals who have come to check up on us.  Isn’t that considerate of them?”  The tone of Amalla’s voice was clear enough to the other three as to what the older Su sister was implying and about to occur.

“The more the merrier,” said Mutsumi with a loving, tender grin.

“Oh, why the hell not,” sighed Haruka.

“Clothes. Off. Now.” said Kanako with a straightforward tone, as if she were outright commanding it from both the Aoyama sisters.

The Aoyamas, being taken back at what they had witnessed before them were unsure how to act in that moment.  They simply stood there like statues with wide eyes, heavy blushes, and mouths ajar.

“Oh my, it seems dear Mo-chan and Tsu-chan have forgotten how to undress,” joked Amalla.  “What say we give them a little assistance, huh ladies?”

Without missing a beat, Amalla’s newfound compatriots had descended upon Motoko and Tsuruko, stripping them of their clothes and playfully tumbling onto the floor with the two of them.  Though the Aoyama sisters were well trained in matters of close combat and self-defense when the situation called for it, under the present circumstance, they were completely helpless before the onslaught of loving that was about to descend upon them.

With newfound vigor, Amalla, Haruka, Mutsumi, and Kanako had descended upon the Aoyama sisters, roping them into an even bigger orgy of big girls now, turning a four-way into a six-way.  Just like before, the next hour or so was spent in moments of sheer bliss and intimacy between all persons involved.  Once things had gotten hot and heavy enough, there was even a point where both Motoko and Tsuruko were making out with each other.

All in all, Amalla was quite satisfied, both in the bedroom and in the realization that the harem plan was making real progress.  With Kaolla doing her part with the younger girls and Amalla doing her part with the older women, it wouldn’t be long now before the harem was finally and fully realized.  There were just two obstacles remaining at this point now.  It just so happened to be that the last two would be the biggest obstacles to the harem becoming reality.