Their cars were parked next to each other in the hospital parking lot. Dawn waited impatiently, leaning against the side of their mother’s Jeep, while Buffy said goodbye to Xander.
“Anya and I will swing by our place, and pack up our overnight bags,” he told her as he got into his car, “and then we’ll collect Faith from work. Don’t worry about dinner. It’s on me, tonight.”
Buffy leaned in through the driver’s window and kissed him. “Thanks, Xander.”
“Just doing my job,” said Xander, “Taking care of my girls. Drive carefully on the way home, and have the table set for dinner when we get there.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Xander leaned forward so he could see Dawn around Buffy, and waved at her. “Bye Dawn! See you later!”
Buffy kissed him again, and then Dawn watched as Xander drove away, before she got into their car.
Driving with Buffy was often a nerve wracking experience, but today Buffy was driving sedately: not only following the letter of the traffic laws, but the spirit, as well. It wasn’t that she was a bad driver—she almost always obeyed most of the traffic laws—but her Slayer reflexes made her seem so. She could dart her car through traffic in ways that were often frightening to her passengers, and other drivers on the road. The lessons that Riley had given her over the last summer hadn’t helped, either. He’d taught her high speed pursuit, and escape and evasion techniques. He’d reasoned that if she was going to drive like a maniac, he might as well teach her how to do it properly, so now she knew how to do things like bootlegger turns, and Scandinavian flicks for taking corners at high speed.
Once they got home, without Dawn cringing even once from a near miss of another car in traffic, Buffy went to the kitchen to get the plates and things they’d need for dinner, to set the table like Xander had ordered her to do. Since Dawn didn’t have anything to do, Buffy suggested that she go up to her room, and do her homework before Xander got back.
It wasn’t just her homework that Dawn wanted to do. The more she watched Buffy and Xander (and Anya and Xander, and Faith and Xander) the more she wished that it could be Dawn and Xander too. As soon as she was alone in her room, she unzipped her pants, and shoved her hand into them. She just had a little math homework to do. There was plenty of time to take care of that, after she’d taken care of herself.
When Xander did return—with Anya and Faith—he was carrying a big bag of takeout Chinese food, and a couple of DVDs from the video rental place. He refused to let Dawn see the titles. He stuffed them away into his overnight bag before he ordered Faith to take it, along with Anya’s and her own, up to the master bedroom. Dawn thought about what they’d be doing with him in there, later that night, and about how much she might be able to listen in. That thought almost had her going back up to her room, but Xander was already unpacking the food, and laying it out on the dining room table.
They talked about a lot of things over dinner: Xander and Faith’s work, how business was at the Magic Box, Buffy’s and Dawn’s classes, and how happy they all were that her mother’s surgery had gone so well. They even talked about the Reward, a bit, with Dawn telling everyone how Xander’s “drive carefully” order had transformed Buffy’s driving style.
After dinner, Xander told Buffy and Faith to clean up, and there was a flash of light. Dawn was shocked to see that Buffy and Faith’s clothes had metamorphosed into sexy maid uniforms. They were both wearing stiletto heeled shoes, sheer black stockings that came up to just above their knees, held by garters that stretched up under their short—very short—frilly skirts. Their tops were off the shoulder peasant blouses made of some diaphanous fabric that looked about as substantial as dense smoke, with short puffy sleeves. Only the bibs of the aprons they were wearing kept Dawn from being able to see their nipples through their blouses.
“Xander!” Buffy almost whined. “I thought we weren’t going to do things like this in front of Dawn!”
Xander raised his hands. “Hey! I didn’t mean to! It just happened!”
“It’s tamer than a lot of the things you’ve had to wear,” said Anya.
“Really?” asked Dawn. She’d like to see Faith dressed (or not) in something that made what she was wearing now look “tame.”
Buffy frowned at her. “You’re too young for this.”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are!” Xander took her firmly by the shoulders, turned her around, and pushed her gently toward the living room. “Why don’t we get out of the way, and let Buffy and Faith get their work done. And then we can watch the movies Faith picked out for us.”
“Faith picked?” asked Anya.
“Yeah, I had her do that, while I went to the bank, and got the food. Which reminds me: Faith, I’ve got something for you, once you and Buffy are done with the cleanup!”
“Cleanup’s all done!” Faith announced, about ten minutes later. “At least until the dishwasher finishes.”
“Great!” Xander pulled his wallet from his pocket, opened it up, and pulled a plastic card from it, that he handed to her. “Here you go, your very own ATM card.”
Faith took the card, and frowned at it. “But I don’t have any money.”
“Yes you do. I deposited the first cheque we got from the government for you into your account, and sent back the forms so that the future payments should get deposited automatically.” Xander pulled out a slip of paper from his wallet, too. “This has got the current balance, and your PIN. It’s your birthday, backwards.”
“That money was supposed to be for you, to pay for your time, and what it costs you to feed me, and stuff,” said Faith.
“And I’m choosing to give it to you,” said Xander, “though I’m only giving you permission to spend $100 of that a week on yourself: whatever you want to spend it on, up to $100, is up to you. Talk to Anya about how much you have to contribute to the household budget. Anything left over after that, can go to your savings. Also talk to Anya about setting up some accounts for you on her computer, to track it. She’s going to want you to keep track of every penny you make, and spend.”
“You have to know where your money is going, in order to effectively manage it,” said Anya.
“Of course you do,” said Xander. “Once you start collecting your pay from work, we’ll see about how much of that you can spend, and how much you should save.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Faith, with a firm nod.
“But now, it’s movie time!” said Xander. “Faith picked out a couple of good ones for us!”
“I figured we could all use some good laughs,” said Faith, “so I went for some classics of comedy.”
“Oh, we could turn it into a pyjama party!” said Anya.
The light flashed, and Buffy and Faith’s clothes changed again. They were now dressed in skimpy little negligés, that left even less to the imagination than their maid outfits had. They were almost entirely transparent, except for the triangles of material over their breasts, and their G-strings.
Xander closed his eyes, and shook his head. “Why me?” he asked.
“Because you are a very good man, who deserved to be rewarded,” said Anya.
“But not in front of Dawn!”
“Why not?” asked Dawn. “They haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before, though Faith does seem to have a bit more…”
“Dawn!” said Buffy, with a note of warning in her voice. “If you’re not careful, you’re going to be sent to your room, without watching the movies.”
“Sheesh! Take a pill!”
“Dawn,” said Xander, his tone echoing Buffy’s.
“Alright, but I wish you guys would all stop treating my like I’m just a little kid.”
“Come on,” said Xander. “Let’s the rest of us go get changed into something more comfortable, while Buffy and Faith get the snacks and stuff ready, since they don’t have to change.”
Dawn searched through her drawers, wishing that she had something even half as sexy as what Buffy and Faith were wearing, but she didn’t. And even if she had, if she went back downstairs wearing something like that, Buffy would just have a conniption, and send her off to bed.
Still, she didn’t have to dress in her usual shapeless pyjamas. She had other choices: there was that t-shirt that she’d outgrown months ago. It still looked new, and if she put it on without anything under it, Xander would be able to plainly see that she really did have tits now. She considered just putting on some panties with the t-shirt, but thought that that would just set Buffy off, so she went for a pair of loose boxer shorts, instead. They weren’t so loose that they didn’t show off the smooth curve of her ass, if she bent over in them…
Xander and Anya had gotten changed more quickly than her—not having had to make any decisions about what to wear. Xander was dressed in an oversized t-shirt, and baggy sweat pants. Anya was wearing something closer to what Buffy and Faith were dressed in, but hers had twice as much material, was less transparent, and she seemed to be wearing something closer to Dawn’s boxer shorts underneath it.
Xander’s eyes widened in appreciation when he saw Dawn coming down the stairs, and she smiled at him. Faith seemed to like what she saw too, but Buffy frowned when she saw her sister. She seemed about to say something, but Xander beat her to it. “Dawn! You look terrific! Come here, and join Buffy!”
Buffy was sitting in their overstuffed arm chair, that had enough room for two so long as they didn’t mind snuggling closely together. Dawn would have preferred cuddling with Xander on the sofa, the way Faith and Anya were, but the night was still young. She started toward the chair with Buffy.
“Oh! Get the lights before you sit down!” said Xander.
“Yes, Sir!” said Dawn, which got her a bit of a startled look from everyone. Hey, if he liked Faith and Buffy calling him ‘Sir,’ maybe it would work for her too. She went back and turned off the light, so that the only light in the room was coming from the TV screen. She joined Buffy in the chair, as Xander picked up the remote control to start the DVD playing.
The opening strains of John Philip Sousa’s The Liberty Bell came from the speakers, and the TV screen pronounced The Best of Monty Python, Volume 1.
Dawn was soon laughing along with the others as John Cleese tried to return his dead parrot, and she learned that no one expected the Spanish Inquisition. She giggled helplessly as Xander and Faith sang along about the wonders of Spam, and with “The Lumberjack Song.” She learned why someone might say that their hovercraft was full of eels. When the DVD finally came to an end, she had been laughing so hard that she’d nearly wet herself, but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to leave to go to the bathroom, for the fear that she might miss something.
She made a dash for the bathroom after the closing credits. The others let her go first, but they were waiting in the hall when she was done. She was a little surprised that they all went in together.
Buffy was the first one back. She and Dawn went to work refilling bowls with chips and freshly popped corn, and getting fresh drinks for everyone. Soon they were settling back into seats in the living room, but Anya and Faith took over the chair that Buffy and Dawn had been sharing, leaving them to take up positions on either side of Xander on the sofa. Dawn quite happily snuggled up beside him, and he put his arm around her shoulders.
Buffy grabbed the popcorn bowl off the table, and put it into Xander’s lap before taking her place on the other side of him. Dawn suspected that it wasn’t just to have it in a more convenient location.
Xander grabbed the remote, to start playing Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
About an hour into the movie, Xander suggested that Buffy switch places with Anya. “But I’m quite comfortable here with Faith,” said Anya, who was sitting in Faith’s lap.
“I know,” said Xander, “but the bunny scene is coming up.”
“Bunny!” shrieked Anya “There’s a bunny? It was bad enough when they made a wooden rabbit, but now you’re telling me there’s going to be a real one?”
“Just for a little bit, and I think you’ll like how it ends,” said Xander.
Dawn looked at Xander, as Buffy and Anya switched places. “Bunny?” she asked.
“Anya suffers from a bit of leporiphobia,” said Xander.
“Fear of rabbits?”
“Yep,” said Xander. “It’s really quite amusing, sometimes.”
Anya poked him in the chest. “Hey, Mr. ‘I’m afraid of clowns.’ Don’t make fun of my fears, if you don’t want to me to rent Killer Klowns from Outer Space again.”
“Yes, Dear,” said Xander. He turned his face back to the screen, just as Tim the Enchanter warned the others that they had reached the Cave of Caerbannog.
Everyone but Anya giggled as Tim warned King Arthur and his knights that this was no ordinary rabbit, but “the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!” When the rabbit lept at Bors’ throat, and took off his head, Anya shrieked and buried her face in Xander’s shirt.
When Arthur and his knights first attacked, Anya buried her face deeper into Xander’s chest, muttering “I warned you! I warned you!” over and over, while clutching at his shirt, and he put a comforting arm around her shoulders. She didn’t raise her head again until after Arthur and his knights had all run away from the killer rabbit and Xander assured her that she’d really like the next bit. She cheered wildly when the rabbit was blown up by the holy hand grenade.
The movie quickly wound to an end after that, and Buffy told Dawn it was time to get ready for bed after the Pythons had all been arrested, and taken away by the police. Dawn wanted to stay up, but Buffy reminded her that tomorrow was a school day.
“But I want to go with you to get Mom,” said Dawn.
“You missed enough school, yesterday,” said Buffy. “Mom will be here when you get home. Now, off to bed. You can sleep in my room, tonight.”
“Really?” asked Dawn. She liked that idea. Buffy had a big double bed, unlike her narrow little single. Then she thought of why Buffy might be being so generous, and frowned. “You just want me at the other end of the hall from you guys.”
“That’s it, exactly,” said Buffy. “Now, come here, and kiss me goodnight, and then go to bed.”
Dawn gave Buffy a hug, and a kiss, and then did the same with Anya, and Faith. When Xander’s turn came, she put a bit more into the hug, pressing herself firmly against him, and letting the kiss linger for a moment, including giving his closed lips a bit of a lick with her tongue. She was pressing close enough to feel the slight stirring in his baggy sweat pants.
She let go, and pulled away. She smiled at him. “Goodnight, Xander,” she said, and then turned and walked toward the stairs, putting a little extra sway into her hips.
She heard Xander groan behind her. “Oh, I’m going to hell!”
“She is growing up,” said Faith.
“Yes, she is quite attractive,” said Anya. “And she is clearly attracted to you.”
Buffy didn’t say anything.
Dawn stopped in her room to get some things she wanted before going to Buffy’s. She left her door open when she left, thinking that she might be able to sneak back later, and listen at the door that connected her room to her mother’s. She was a little disappointed to see when she left the bathroom a few minutes later, that someone had closed her door.
She shut the door to Buffy’s room, and looked around. If she wasn’t going to be able to sneak back into her room, there was something else she could do. She considered it her sisterly duty to snoop on Buffy, and she had thoroughly searched this room, several times over the years. She was pretty sure that she knew where Buffy hid everything, and there was one item that she’d been wanting to try out for herself for a while now. She went to the dresser drawer where she knew that Buffy kept her vibrator, and opened it.
She searched through the drawer, twice, looking for it. And then she checked the other drawers too. “Damn!” she whispered. “Xander’s not enough for her, she had to take that too?” Ah well, she’d have to settle for her fingers. Again.
She turned out the light, crawled into bed, stuck her hand into her shorts, and imagined what it would be like if Xander was there with her.
Buffy came out of the bathroom with the test wand from the home pregnancy kit that Xander had brought her. She showed the result to him. “According to this, I’m not pregnant.”
Xander felt a wave of—not relief. There was relief, but it was also tinged with a bit of disappointment. While he really didn’t think he was ready for fatherhood, there had been a part of him that had been hoping that she was pregnant. From the look on Buffy’s face, it seemed that she was feeling something similar. “How do you feel about it?” he asked her.
“Happy…and sad too,” said Buffy. “I mean, I’m not really ready for motherhood, but at the same time, it is something that I want to have, someday.”
“Yes,” said Anya. “You should finish college before you start having babies.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Buffy.
“Whoa!” said Xander. “That is one subject that we are not giving orders on. That’s an order!”
“Uh…what?” asked Faith.
“We are not going to be ordering any babies!” said Xander. “If you want to have a baby, tell me, and we’ll talk about it, and we’ll see what happens, but I am not going to be giving any orders about when it happens, one way or the other! Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir!” said Buffy and Faith, together.
“Good,” said Xander. “I’m glad that’s settled. Now, it’s time for bed…”
Xander looked down at Buffy and Faith, stretched out on their backs on the bed, illuminated by the flickering light from two large candles burning on the bedside tables. Their arms were stretched up over their heads, cuffed to the slats in the headboard of Joyce’s bed, and their legs were spread apart, cuffed to the footboard. They were both still dressed—if you could call it that—in their negligées, though the smoky material had ridden up so that it was no longer covering their G-strings. Leather hoods had been added over their faces, blinding them, but he knew that he’d be wanting access to their mouths, later, so they were uncovered. He smiled at them. “Now remember,” he said quietly, “Dawn is just down the hall, so you have to be very quiet, tonight. I don’t want to hear anything louder than a whisper from either of you.”
“Yes, Sir,” Faith whispered to him, while Buffy just nodded her head.
“Good. Now you two can wait right there, while I make love to my girlfriend.”
Buffy and Faith whimpered, but they didn’t make any other sound as he left them there on the bed, and turned his attention to Anya, who was standing at the foot of the bed. He took her in his arms, and kissed her. The kiss went on for a very long time, with both of them exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues while hands moved over each other’s bodies. Cloth was pushed aside so that fingers could caress skin.
They broke the kiss long enough for them to pull off each other’s shirt, and negligée. When they resumed, Xander’s hands were holding Anya’s breasts, and her hands went into his sweatpants. She grabbed his ass, and pulled him hard against her.
Xander growled, and crouched down to wrap his arms around her waist. He picked her up, carried her to the bed, and laid her down between Faith and Buffy. His mouth went back to hers, to kiss her again, and then he moved down, kissing, licking, and gently nipping with his teeth as he went.
Anya gasped as he nipped her nipple, and he lifted his mouth away from her. “You have to be quiet too.”
“I’m trying, Xander, but you make it hard.”
“You make me hard,” said Xander, and he went back to teasing her breasts with his lips and tongue.
He moved his mouth farther down, until he came to the bow tied in the drawstring of her shorts. He took hold of one end with his teeth, and pulled, releasing the knot. He used his hands to pull her shorts down her legs, and then lowered himself down, between her legs, to kiss the triangle of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. He used his tongue to trace the outline of her patch, and then moved down again to flick it at her clit. He kissed her inner thighs, and outer labia. He sucked the inner lips of her pussy between his lips, and licked them with his tongue. He thrust his tongue between them, to taste her essence.
Xander reached down, to push his sweat pants down from his hips, as his mouth made its way back up Anya’s body. He laid his hard cock against her slit, rubbing her clit with its head as he kissed her mouth. Then he pulled his hips back, and thrust forward, swallowing her cry of pleasure as he buried himself deep inside her.
Making love with Anya was always a new experience. She was as enthusiastic a lover now as she had been their first time, and every time since. Xander loved the feel of her around him: the way her pussy clenched around his cock, the way her arms and her legs held his body.
They started gradually, with him slowly slipping his cock in and out of her wet snatch. Their rhythms matched like two long-time dance partners in a familiar waltz. Their pace steadily increased as he drove Anya—and himself—to their climax, all the while aware of Buffy and Faith squirming against their bonds beside them.
They ended in a crescendo of coitus, with Xander trying to bury his cock ever deeper in Anya’s pussy, while she clutched at him with her arms and legs. They muffled each other’s groans, and cries with their fierce kiss. He stopped being aware of the other two girls, bound beside them in the bed. There was only Anya: her pussy clenching around his pulsing cock as he emptied his seed into her.
They lay together, slowly coming down from their shared climax, with Xander slowly stroking his softening cock inside her, until it became too limp, and slipped free. His hips still rocked slowly, rubbing himself against her pussy, and clit.
Xander’s attention was pulled away from Anya by a whimper from Buffy. He broke off the kiss they were still engaged in, and lifted his face a little way above hers, and smiled down at her. “Sounds like our girls would like some attention, too.”
“I suppose we could do something for them,” said Anya. “They have both been very well behaved, tonight. We could reward them.”
“So, which one do you want to play with?” asked Xander.
“I think I’ll start with Buffy.”
“Alright, then.” Xander rolled off Anya, and came to rest on top of Faith, straddling her hips. “Remember, you have to stay quiet, so we don’t disturb Dawn,” he whispered to her. He slid his hands up over her negligée to take hold of her breasts, and gave her nipples a hard tweak through the thin material.
Faith arched her back, and bit down on her cry of pain/pleasure. Xander grinned at her, took hold of her negligée, and ripped it open, revealing her breasts to him. He bent down over them, nuzzling them with his face, and licking around her areoles. He heard the ripping sound of Anya tearing away Buffy’s negligée, and looked over at them.
Anya was sitting, straddling Buffy’s hips, with the remains of Buffy’s negligée in her hands. He watched as she bent down and sucked one of Buffy’s nipples into her mouth, while pinching the other, and Buffy writhed under her.
He looked back down at Faith’s bossom. “You know, there’s something missing here.” The light flashed, and her nipples were pierced by small barbell shaped studs, tipped by blue sapphire jewels. Faith and Buffy both squealed from the pain, and when he looked over at her, Xander saw that Buffy had similar studs through her nipples, only hers were tipped by rubies, sparkling in the candle light.
“Oh, those are pretty!” Anya took hold of Buffy’s studs, and gave them a hard twist, making Buffy’s body quake in a pain induced orgasm.
Xander bent down over Faith’s breasts, and bit down on a nipple. Faith bucked under him, and groaned through clenched teeth.
Xander sat up again, and looked over at the candle on the table beside them. There was a bowl shaped depression at the top of it now, a couple of inches in diameter, that was full of molten wax. He picked the candle up, and held it over Faith’s chest. “Now remember, you have to be quiet,” he reminded her, and dribbled some liquid wax into the valley between her breasts.
Faith had smelled the candle, so she’d suspected what was coming, but the sting of the hot wax against her skin still took her by surprise. More molten wax followed the first drops, first circling around one breast, and then the other. Her link with Buffy was fully open, so she had been feeling Anya’s torture of Buffy’s breasts, as well as what Xander had been doing to her own, and now she was feeling not only the hot wax that Xander was dribbling over her, but the wax that Anya was dripping onto Buffy’s nipples. She wanted to scream from the incredible ecstasy of the torment, but Xander’s orders wouldn’t let her. All she could do was groan softly, while Buffy whimpered beside her.
More hot wax dripped down onto her, in a trail that wound its way down across her stomach, toward her crotch. She felt Xander’s hand take hold of the G-string that she was still wearing, and tear it away, and then there was a pause, that seemed to drag on and on, as if he were waiting for something. Faith suddenly knew what it was.
“Please, Xander,” she whispered. “Please.” She could hear Buffy’s voice echoing her plea.
“Please, what?” asked Xander and Anya.
“Please, pour the wax over our pussy,” they said, together. “Please let us feel it dripping down our snatch. Please Xander.”
She could hear the smile in his voice when he said “If you insist,” and then she felt the hot wax pour down over the hood of her clit, just where it was pierced by her Reward Ring. Anya was doing the same to Buffy.
Baith came again from the exquisite torment. They kept coming as more molten wax poured down over their clit, and ran down along the crevasses of their pussy, searing their lower lips with the heat of its passage. They bit back the cry that they both wanted to make.
They were both left panting on the bed when their orgasm had passed. They heard the sound of the candles being returned to the beside tables, and then felt the gentle touch of Xander’s and Anya’s finger tips, as they peeled away the bits of hardened wax that was clinging to their skin. Baith’s suppressed cries of pleasure and pain were replaced by giggles as Xander and Anya’s finger nails tickled and teased layers of wax away from their pussies, their stomachs, their tits.
And then Xander was straddling Faith, just below her chest, and she felt his hard cock between her tits, and Anya was astride Buffy’s face with her pussy coming down on Buffy’s mouth, and Anya’s mouth descending on Buffy’s cunt.
Xander took hold of Faith’s breasts, and pressed them inward, around his cock as he started to rock his hips, fucking her tits. He pinched her nipples with his fingers, and twisted the emerald studs piercing them. Beside him, Anya was embracing Buffy in a sixty-nine, while they ate each other’s pussies.
It wasn’t long before Xander was ready to come again, and this time he didn’t try to hold himself back. “Open your mouth,” he ordered Faith, and gave her nipples an extra tweak.
Her cry was caught in her throat as she came with him. His first spurt of semen hit her chin. He rose off her chest, and took hold of his cock, aiming higher as he jacked himself off. More spurts of semen gushed over her face, and into her mouth.
He sat back down when he was spent, and went back to slowly massaging Faith’s breasts with his hands, as he rubbed his softening cock between them. Buffy and Anya’s frantic licking at each other’s pussies had calmed, as well, and now they were softly kissing each other’s nether lips.
“Okay, I want you both free, now,” said Xander softly, and Buffy and Faith’s bonds and hoods vanished. Anya rolled off Buffy, and sat up on the bed between the two Slayers. She leaned over to kiss Xander.
Xander took her in his arms, and down onto the bed. “Buffy, lick Faith clean,” he ordered. There was a brief tangle of bodies as everyone rearranged themselves on the bed, until Buffy was on top of Faith, licking his semen from her face and chest. Anya had turned herself around and was licking the remains of his orgasm from his now soft cock. It seemed that for once he had finally reached some sort of limit, and this time it didn’t react to her treatment by hardening again.
Soon all four of them were cuddling together under the sheets of the bed, with Xander and Anya flanked by Buffy and Faith, and they all sank into a contented sleep.
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