Chapter 3 - Just Do It

 Felix awoke to find his arms tied to the bed. Seriously? He tried to jerk one free, but only ended up chafing his skin and twisting his wrist. Goddamn it. He sighed with resignation. If only he didn't sleep like a log. The world could be ending, with alarms blaring and people rushing to shelters, and he'd be stuck in peaceful torpor. At least I'd die happy.

 The first question was where Korra had found the rope. The second question was where she had gone. 

 It did not take long to answer the second.

 The door slammed open and Korra strolled in. She wore a blue apron. Her brown arms cradled a pot that she stirred with a large wooden spoon.
  
 What in the world...
 
"Baby! You're awake!" 

 She came and stood over the bed, peering down at him with a twinkle of amusement. A sweet smell wafted over from the pot. 

"What are you making?" 

 Korra's eyes darted down to the mix, then back to him with a flashing grin. "Chocolate." How could she make that word sound so dirty? Her eyes went down to his cock that already began to harden under the sheets. "You really are far too easy, sweetheart." 
 
 Felix watched her, wondering just what she planned. He couldn't remember ever seeing Korra in an apron before, not to mention cooking anything that went beyond heating instant meals. 

 Still, it was a comfy moment. Early morning sunshine pierced the canopy of the cherry trees in the garden and streamed into the bedroom through the open window. Birds sang from the branches. 

 "Are you going to let me loose?" 

 Korra scrunched her face in jokester thoughtfulness. "I'll think about it. Wait, I'm going to go pour this into the molds and I'll be right back." 
 
 This whole time Felix imagined her wearing the apron over her house clothes. But only when she turned around and her toned butt came into view, dimples and all, did he notice she wore nothing at all underneath.

 Korra left the door open as she left, leaving him there vulnerable and intrigued, his cock pitching embarrassingly under the sheets. Felix glanced at the doorway, hoping his father wouldn't walk past at any moment. 
 
 Was he even home? Had he seen Korra dressed that way? Had they spent more time together while he slept? Had they...
 
 No! he snapped at himself. Stop thinking that way. You're only working yourself up. 

 He could hear Korra whistling downstairs as she went about her business, taking all the time in the world. I'll get her back for this. I will.

 An eternity seemed to pass until she came back up in the same casual manner as before, this time with her hands empty. "So, what can I do for you?"

"Where's my dad?"

"Still sleeping."

"What about your training?"

 Kora shrugged thoughtfully. "There's time. It's still very early. After last night, he needs some rest." 

 Last night...
 
 Yes. 
 
 He could still remember the way his father's hands moved over her hard little body - pale fingers groping young brown flesh. Korra sitting there lovingly and submissively in his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing and grinding against her ass from below. And finally, the slow and romantic way that they made out, caressing and feeling each other up...
 
 How did that all really happen? 

 Thinking about it now, it made him feel hurt. Did she seriously want his father instead? Was Marius that important to her? Surely teasing shouldn't move so fast... There was something cute to the fact that she had never kissed anyone apart from him. A kind of security. Now that had all been blown away to smithereens. And out of all the people she could've gone for, she decided on his father - the very person he was the complete opposite of and couldn't avoid seeing.

 I should be angrier, he realized.

 But as soon his gaze fell on those clear blue eyes he found it difficult to be mad, only wounded by her behavior...

 Felix sighed. "Can we talk about last night?" 

 Korra went on smiling. "I was planning on doing the same."

 Well, that was good.

 She went and closed the door, then sat at the edge of the bed. Her hand went down to the sheets, and up, up, up -- till her palm pressed down his erection.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Korra asked playfully.

"You kissed my dad last night."

"Did I?"

"Korra...

 She giggled. "Okay, you're right, I did. And?" 

"Didn't you think it would hurt my feelings?" 

"Did it?"

"A little..." 

"Well, I'm sorry, baby. I really didn't want that. I figured you would have fun with it. If you want, it can stop forever."

"The kissing?"
 
 Korra shook her head. She came down the bed and moved up towards him, propping her head up in her palms as she gazed into his eyes warmly. "All of it." 

"All of it?"

"Of course!" she cried, almost hurt. "I'm doing these things because I thought we both enjoyed it! And to be fair" - she glanced to his hard on - "you seem to be enjoying it."

 Felix sighed and cast his eyes away. Now he felt bad. She was right, he did enjoy it. And he was being a dick. This whole time he hadn't said a word to her about stopping it - nothing serious. And now that his dumb male pride kicked in he was trying to throw her under the bus and put an end to something even he enjoyed. And why? Out of fear. 
 
 Not to mention I kissed that stupid bitch the other night... 

 He barely even thought about what he did with the hippie as real. It seemed to take place in another realm, not so much parallel to reality but fully detached from it, not even recorded (hopefully), and thus less real even than a movie or a video game. 

 Why was Korra kissing his father so different? In the end, Marius only served as a prop. He would be used to make things fun for the two of them. And he does have a very big cock, Felix had to admit, as weird as that was to think about your own father. 

"What was it like?" 

"What was what like?" 

 Felix swallowed. Could he really ask this question? "Sitting on my dad's cock. Kissing him."

 Korra grinned naughtily and pressed down on his cock. She came close enough for her hot, sweet-scented breath to hit his face, her voice now little more than a sultry whisper. "Are you sure you want to know about that?"

"Yes."

"What if it hurts you?"

"It won't..."

 Slowly, she pulled the sheets down, until the head of his hardened cock made an appearance followed by the whole shaft popping up freely. 
 
 She looked down at it with a smile, and Felix wondered just how she compared it in her head with his father's cock. Marius was so much bigger than he was. Was she thinking about that? Did she look at his cock now only thinking how small it had become by comparison? Could she only think of how much bigger and thus better his father was?

 His cock jerked in response to his imagination.

"Well, well!" cried Korra. "Aren't you happy to see me?" Her hand came down and began to jerk his cock with a loose grip. "Is that good?" 

 Was it ever... The hornier he became, the more sensitive his cock got. Just feeling her hand touching him now was enough to drive him completely mad. "Yes," he managed to say.

 Korra giggled. She definitely knew what she was doing. She stroked him careful to avoid making him cum, slowly down and even pulling away when he got too close. Felix only moaned weakly in response and let her do as she wished.

 It was so embarrassing in a way, yet he couldn't stop it. He literally couldn't, since he was tied up; but he also couldn't get himself to tell her to end it here and stop his torture. 

"You know what my favorite part about last night was? Doing all those things with you there, watching it. That you had to sit by as me and your dad had all the fun." 
 
 And she was right. It was hot. To see the two of them finally give in after so many months of repression. To see their feelings for one another exposed, even despite his presence, after months of denying themselves the pleasure of each other's touch.
 
 It had been beautiful, in a primal sort of way. 

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it. He's a much better kisser than you, you know. I really want to kiss him again..." 
 
 The way she asked for it seemed so genuine. She clearly meant to tease him and play around, but she herself seemed to get off on her own words. Thinking of his father made her wet. Was it possible that she didn't realize how much she enjoyed it? That she told herself it was all a game, when all she wanted was to be dominated by his big white cock? 

 He kisses better than I do, Felix considered dejectedly. A battle already lost. But his cock only got harder in response. Somehow, the idea that his father was bigger, stronger, and far more capable and wanted Korra and vice versa only made things better. Only made it more real. 

 Sooner or later they're going to fuck no matter what I have to say about it. 

 Korra's flashing eyes met his and she let go of his dick, letting it move of its own accord, the small shaft circling and wandering, guided only the chaos of each powerful throb. 

"I don't think you deserve to come," said Korra. "I think you need to learn a lesson for doing what you did. You don't have the right to interrupt me and your dad. He should have full access to me whenever he wants. I belong to him too now."
 
 She stared down at his worming cock, immensely proud to see the effect she could have on him with mere words. Here they were, discussing her budding relationship with her father and Felix losing his mind to the ideas painted by her. 

"I won't get in the way."

"Good... That way I promise to be good to your small cock in turn. But first we need to make Daddy happy."
 
 Korra released him and went back downstairs. Felix could barely think. This level of arousal was nothing that he was regularly used to. It wasn't even the teasing alone. It's just that it's happening for real. The dreaded possibility that Korra wanted to fuck his dad more than she wanted to fuck him became reality. Why do I want to go through with it?

 Because they will probably do it anyway. 

 He got dressed. Then he grabbed his phone before heading down only to see that he had seven missed calls from an unknown number. Following them came a picture of a beautiful cleavage. A hand pulled down the collar of a shirt and exposed the writing on each. 
 
 PICK - UP

 Without even thinking about it he knew it to be from Asami. The lewd way in which she liked to show off her breasts and make use of them in any social situation must've driven all the men she came into contact with crazy. He deleted the photo off his phone, but not before saving it to his cloud. 
 
 He meant to go downstairs and tell Korra about the calls when Asami popped on the screen again. 
 
 Felix picked up.

"Why have a phone if you aren't going to fucking answer?" snapped Asami. 

"I was tied up." Literally.

"Whatever. Listen, where the hell is it that you live? I've been circling this stupid neighborhood for an hour now."
 
 Circling the neighborhood? She's coming over? "Uh." 

"Listen, just send me the location with maps. I'll find my own way. Hurry up."
  
 She ended the call. 
 
 What could he do? He sent her the location. 

 Korra downstairs making breakfast almost naked, and now Asami coming in. How could this possibly go wrong? 

 He grabbed a pair of Korra's boyshorts and headed downstairs, then passed them on to her. "Asami's coming over."

 Korra went from calm to mad in 0,001 seconds. "What?"

"She called me and I didn't know her number. She's already in the neighborhood and couldn't find the house."

 Korra rolled her eyes and sighed. "Good lord. So much for all this."
 
 Puffing with indignancy, she went upstairs to change into something more suitable. Felix remained in the kitchen, hovering around the homemade chocolate that began to harden in the heart-shaped molds. She sure does love hearts... 
 
 At about the same time he heard a car pull up outside, then heard a door slamming. Asami came. 
 
 She stood in front dressed in a pair of Adidas yoga pants, a sneakers, and a red crop top sweatshirt, with a sports bag slung over her shoulder. 

 Three things to be noted.
 
 The ultrasoft sweatshirt came down perfectly around the extreme curves of her breasts which were clearly unsupported by any pesky bra. And on the left shoulder where the strap of the bag held, the fabric had been pulled up, becoming taut over the left breast, enough to let the nipple shoot through the fabric. 

 Not only that, but the sweatshirt ended high enough to leave her entire midriff exposed. For the first time ever, Felix saw that Asami wasn't fit as he might've assumed, nor even slightly chubby - instead she had a smooth, concave tummy, just the type that thinspo girls starved to get every day. Her hip bones shot out from the sides like powerful cliffs, stretching the pants between them and keeping them from touching her stomach. And under that gentle inhaling and exhaling tummy, lay a gap big enough for a hand to slide down between her legs. 

 How could a girl this skinny have tits so huge? The gods truly were unfair. 

 And somehow, despite all of this, it was the tiny bit of revealed skin between her sneakers and pants that seemed the most provocative. Those nimble and fragile looking ankles, so pale and so dainty...

"What? Never seen a hot girl before?" 
 
 Asami stepped in without waiting for a response and dropped the bag down by the kitchen table. "Where's our brown waifu?" 

"Getting ready for you."

 Asami pursed her lips and nodded. "I guess I deserve that much." 
 
 When Korra finally came down she looked no less stunning, though the styles of the two certainly different. Korra put on a pair of boy shorts that squeezed her squat-hard butt, the shiny fabric stretching over the perfectly round bubble formed by her strong glutes. She accompanied those with a pair of thigh high socks, white with two blue stripes near the top. Her nipples nudged clearly through the cotton shirt. 

"Well, don't you look wonderful!" declared Asami, though not without a hint of sarcasm.

 The two shared a quick kiss, then sat down together at the kitchen table. Korra showed off her homemade chocolate, explaining the intricacies of getting vegan chocolate right to a bored Asami.

"I'll never be able to bother with this," she said. "All this vegan crap."

"I mean, you don't have to eat vegan all the time," Korra shot back. "But even if you make an effort for one meal a day, it's better than nothing."

 Asami leaned forward across the table and grabbed her wrist. "Korra, listen. Are you listening?"

"Yes..."

"Korra. Sweetheart. Darling. Cupcake. Pudding. Fuck the whales." She said this as seriously as she could, then began to cackle loudly all by herself. Her breasts swayed and jumped under the sweatshirt. Korra only stared at her, disappointed and angry, exchanging a protesting glance with Felix. Asami poured herself a glass of water and drank deep, then sighed with satisfaction. 
 
 Upstairs, Felix could hear his father clearing his throat as he always did when he woke up. So he's awake. The potential of both Korra and Asami being around his father filled him with an anticipation that bordered on scientific curiosity. 

"I don't know why you need to be like this," said Korra, frowning. 

"Like what? Look, I get it. You want to save the planet and all. That's great. But me? I can't even save myself. Ten times out of ten, I'll go with the steak. Juicy medium rare tenderloin with some garlic sauce, please."

"That's--"

"I could go for some of that right now," said Marius, cutting Korra short. 

 He stood by the staircase, resembling a marble sculpture bathed in the low light of an artsy museum. The light streamed from the side, inking out the many planes of his intricate musculature, from the hard squares of his abs to his massive pecs, the bulked up shoulders and traps, and the hulklike heads of his biceps and triceps. 
  
 The only thing attached to his powerful form were some weathered shorts, so flabby that his huge dangled in them freely - tantalizingly. It was far from fully erect, but it was morning-hard and ready, and nudging clearly with its hard shaft against the frail shorts. 
 
 Korra and Asami couldn't look away. Felix stared at them with fascination. The physical lust was written openly in their eyes, one second away from blooming into colorful heart shapes like in an anime. An uncontrollable urge from deep within their evolved brains that told them to forget all social cues, all higher values, all fancy individuality, and seek nothing more than to give themselves to this one man and secure him as father of their children. 
 
 Breathing suddenly came hard to their heated up bodies. Their pupils dilated. Their cheeks flushed. Their mouths went open - which they realized with some embarrassment, closing them only to follow with an equally revealing licking of their lips. Felix looked down to see how each one had parted her legs instinctively. 

 Marius came up and put his hands on Felix's shoulders and gave him a gentle tap. "How are you kids doing?" 

"Good..." said the girls.

"We were waiting for you," said Felix. "This is Korra's friend - Asami. She was hoping you could show her the ropes and give her a workout regiment too." 

 Asami went on staring at Marius, but found the power to numbly interject: "I'm your friend too."

 Are you, now? wondered Felix. That was a strange observation to make. 
 
 His father went over to the fridge and got out a carton of milk. "I don't mind at all," he said. "You do any sports?" He turned the carton over drank deeply.

 Asami snorted. "Sports? I drive and do my own groceries. Does that count?"
  
 Marius grinned and wiped his mouth with his wrist. "So I guess we have to start you up easy."

"Oh, I don't think so. I'd much rather you give to me hard." 

"Is that so?" 

"As hard as you can."
 
 Asami regained some of her casual relaxation, perhaps feeling cocksure in her ability to toy around even with his father if need be. The two shared a long look, both clearly aware of the implications.

 Felix wondered what Korra thought about it, but when his eyes found her she was staring at him with unpleasantly. He shrugged questioningly, but continued to receive her icy gaze. 

 Marius gulped down the whole carton loudly, a trickle of milk falling through his beard and trickling down his chest. Asami got up and rubbed it off with her palm, letting her fingers linger over his skin. Her head only reached up to his pecs, yet she gazed up at him with pride and command. 

"I think my chocolate's done," mentioned Korra out of the blue. 

 Neither of them responded.
 
 Felix went over to assist her in taking it out of the molds, then took one of the little hearts and bit into it. It was surprisingly wholesome. "This is great, actually." 

 But even that seemed to anger Korra. She lifted her brows. "No need to be so surprised!" 

 The turn of the other two to taste came and they both refused. "I'm not really a sweets person," said Asami.

 When Marius walked into the garden followed by her, Korra stormed upstairs and slammed the door. 
 
 Felix stood there, annoyed that he needed to play a part in any of it. He went upstairs and found her lying in bed, crying. 

"That bitch just ruined my day."

"I'm sorry."

"I even had all this stuff planned," Korra went on, paying him no mind. "Breakfast, training, lunch, teasing the two of you... All for nothing. It's all turned to shit." 

"Why?"

"Because she's here acting like some fucking whore!" 

 In truth, he couldn't quite see the difference between what Asami did and what Korra did. Granted, Korra was his girlfriend, and she had known his father for years, but how did that make her any less of a whore? He didn't think either of them were whores. But Korra's jealous judgments were hypocritical to say the least.

"I'll stay with you," he said. 

"Don't. I would rather be alone." She sighed a moment later and grabbed his hand. "I don't mean that in a bad way. I love you. I just know I'm going to be mean because I'm angry. Just go down and spy on them for me. Let me know how it goes. And most of all, tell me when she's gone." 
 
 Why did she have to get so emotional about it? Ah well. He gave her a kiss and caressed her head for a while, then headed downstairs to check on Marius and Asami. 

 Felix noticed that they were not so much training as chatting. His father performed a couple of exercise without weights, showing her the motions, while Asami followed and hovered around asking him questions, but few of them had anything to do with training at all.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" 

 Marius gave her a sidelong glance. "Do you?"

 Asami giggled in that proud sort of way that she did so well. "I'm more interested in a guy with a big dick that can fuck my brains out." 

 Marius opened his mouth to answer but stopped short upon seeing Felix approaching.

"Where's Korra?" he asked.

"She doesn't feel so good."

"Huh." Asami sounded unconvinced. "Poor thing." 

 His father stared at him affably. "Why don't you start training today too?"

"What?"

"Asami's a beginner. So are you. You two can do it together. You always whine about not wanting to go about it alone, so why not?"

 Asami clapped her hands in feigned delight. "I think that's a splendid idea. Wait, let me go grab my towel." 
 
 She took her time walking into the house, knowing she was watched and sparing no energy in showing off her ass and hips. How must that have been like? To know that wherever you went, you could drive people insane? 

"Goddamn," his father said, snapping out of a trance once she disappeared out of view. "Now that girl's all woman."

"She is."

"You don't have a thing for her, do you? You don't mind if I give her a tossing around?"

 Care? Why would I? "I've got Korra." 

"And some men have ten of them. You still haven't answered my question. Do you mind or not?" 

 Such a strange question. How could he mind? He had a girlfriend. Not only that, but did he not remember kissing Korra the night before? Did he really not? He talked as if that hadn't ever happened. All the awkwardness Felix expected was nowhere to be found. And the sudden show of boundaries and respect was odd. How would Asami matter at all?

"I don't mind. Plus, she likes you."

"They all like me," his father said with indifference. "That's why I tell you to work out. There won't be a woman in the world you can't have when you've gained a little bit of muscle. You'll get so much pussy you'll start lusting for cock out boredom."

 Asami came back all bubbly and bouncy, ready to begin. "Shall we, gents?"

 Marius had her lie down for her first ever series of bench presses. As always, he "helped" her get comfortable by placing his palm across her stomach. Far too big for her small frame... 

 She brought the bar down and up, practicing the motion, the metal pressing and resting on her huge breasts each time she lowered it. Her whole chest shook throughout the whole exercise, and at the end, when she lifted the bar up as high as it could go to put it back, the sweatshirt came all the way up to reveal the very bottom of her pale globes, rocking with her breaths.

"That wasn't hard at all," said Asami. "I just got bored by the end."

"Well, hold on. It's still empty," said Marius. "Felix?"

 Felix took his own turn reluctantly, and faced the similar problem of losing his mind to dullness from bringing the weightless metal up and down. He finally gave up and put the bar back and got to his feet. "Let's just move on."

 For the second series Marius added two 10 kg discs on each side, and now Asami struggled to get past six presses, grimacing as she tried to lift it up for seventh. Marius helped her bring it up, then congratulated her for doing so well. 
 
 Asami rose, a film of sweat shining across her forehead. She came up to Felix and rubbed her sweat into his shirt, then giggled and went to lean against Marius. His father, rather than pushing her away, wrapped his arms around her waist and let her face rest on his pecs. 
 
 Stop it, he thought with annoyance. He couldn't get why this upset him far more than what happened the night before. Korra, his girlfriend, kissed his father. Those words should never be combined into a sentence. What happened was unbelievable. And yet, with the comfort she offered him this morning, he felt at ease, and even aroused by the whole thing. But for some reason, seeing his father getting closer to Asami irked him, and he couldn't get why. I don't even like her. 
 
 Feeling angry, he performed his second series with enough strength and energy that his father told him to stop only because he wouldn't otherwise. Asami gave him the evil eye, as if surprised by his power. Did you seriously fucking think you could outlift me, you slut? 

 Slowly, with every small and intimate interaction between Asami and his father, his blood boiled and coursed faster and faster, while his heart thrummed throughout his body, readying it for an attack. 
 
 Who the fuck would I even attack?
 
 Asami, ever the arrogant and proud retard, asked for an increase for her third series and couldn't even lift it up. Marius attempted to help her, but she dropped it down painfully into her boobs and yelped as soon as he let go. He helped her take it back up, laughing. 

"You're not as strong as you think." 
 
 Asami looked genuinely pissed off. "So? It's only my first day?"

 Felix got on the bench and pressed without saying a word, hitting the thirty mark with ease. Then he wondered why he was doing this at all, and why he tried to impress Asami or his father anyway. Fuck them both. He slammed the bar down into the holds and got up once more.  

 Asami stared at him in amazement. "How the hell are you so strong?" 

 Marius patted his head proudly but Felix shook it off. "He's got good genes."

 At this point his father decided the bar was heavy enough for him to warm up with and got down to start on his own workout. 
 
 As he benchpressed at a stupidly fast speed, Asami bumped into Felix playfully. He said nothing. "Hey..."

"What?" he snapped. 

 She leaned into his shoulder and sought his eyes with an evil smile. "I'm going to fuck your dad," she whispered."

 Felix sought the strength to shake her off but failed. Her face felt so nice and warm. And those dazzling green eyes... Fuck you, Asami. "Go ahead." 
 
"If you're good to me, I might fuck you too." 

 A shiver of arousal went through him but he tried to keep his calm. "No thanks."

"You're hot too. In a total autist kind of way. I bet I could get you to do anything to me. Plus, there's something kinky about fucking both a dad and his son. Can you imagine, both of you DP-ing me every night? You can assfuck me while he creampies my pussy. We'd be such a happy family." 

 Felix couldn't believe what he was hearing. First that he was hot?... Now this?... She's fucking with me. 

 But the image of Asami getting banged by both him and his father certainly held an appeal no matter how cold he felt towards her right now. Having her serve them both all day and night...

"You like that don't you?" She tittered darkly. "I knew you would."

"Anyone would," said Felix defensively. But what kind of a defense was that, even? He felt stupid for saying it.

"Well, you know what they say, Felix. Don't let your dreams be dreams." She rose up to whisper hotly in his ear, her breasts pressing against his arm. "Just do it." 