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Coastal Siren 4

By lapsbin
Created: 2021-01-09 19:25:13
Expiry: Never

  1. Unsurprisingly, there weren’t a lot of roosters in a small fishing town to wake one up in the morning. More often than not, the sun was usually hidden behind a mass of thick clouds as well, meaning that if one didn’t set an alarm they could sleep right till noon without being any wiser.
  2.  
  3. Anon didn’t need to set an alarm; he hadn’t needed to since he had moved to this apartment. On the other side of the building lived an elderly couple. They were nice, a bit anal and nosey, but pretty okay people, except for one small thing. A small demon lived in their home that was disguised as a chihuahua. The thing was vicious. It would, and did, attack anything and everything. What it couldn’t attack it would try to bark at or piss on.
  4.  
  5. Every single person in the complex hated this little dog. There had been many attempts to have the old couple get rid of the thing. The owners of the building had been called, there had been a petition had been put on the couples door, there was even an assassination attempt that involved a BB gun and a can of Copenhagen, but it had all failed.
  6.  
  7. Attacking people and other pets wasn’t that big of a deal, nor was the dog unloading it’s bladder wherever it damn well pleased. These were annoyances, but if that were it most of the residences wouldn’t care that much. What garnered so much hatred for this small, shaking, angry animal was it’s bark. It was impossibly loud for a creature so small, and it was piercing. People at the top floor, blasting music or their TVs, could hear the dog yapping away each time something passed by the couples window. The only ones that seemingly couldn’t hear all the barking were the elderly couple.
  8.  
  9. The couple liked to wake up at an ungodly hour to take this little monster on a walk. It didn’t matter what time of year or what sort of weather there was outside, they’d always make their way out of the apartment’s front door. The dog, out in the darkness, in the fresh air, would always, without fail, even if there was no one and nothing outside, begin to bark and bark and bark.
  10.  
  11. It was these hellish barks that roused Anon from a lovely sleep. He groaned, warm and comfortable, and [i]very[/i] unhappy, trying to reach up so he could grab his pillow and throw it at the window, as he did most mornings, when he realized that he couldn’t. Something was wrapped around him.
  12.  
  13. He cracked open an eye, picking his head up. With a flew blinks, the dim room slowly came into focus. He was in his living room, on his couch. Someone let out an annoyed, sleepy grunt when he tried to sit up. A pair of arms grabbed him, forcing him back down onto the couch. A leg forced itself between his own as the stranger held him close. Both of his eyes snapped open, allowing him to see curly hair springing up from the corner of his vision. There was a sigh in his ear, followed by slow, even breathing.
  14.  
  15. A few tense seconds passed as Anon tried to figure out just what the hell was going on, when it all came back at once. The Sirens coming back to his house, the girls eating his bodyweight in pizza, Adagio sharing a shower with him. He reached up to the arm holding him in place. Giving it a few light taps, he relaxed. That damned dog was still barking outside, but at least there wasn’t some weird robber trying to molest him.
  16.  
  17. Adagio mumbled incoherently. Anon could feel her breasts pressing against his back. His shower with the siren had been a blur or kissing and groping, but he couldn’t remember her getting dressed before she had pulled him onto the couch. He carefully reached back to touch her thigh. With some blind groping he confirmed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and from the nubs poking his back he guessed that she wasn’t wearing a top either.
  18.  
  19. A great big proud smile worked its way onto his face as he laid there. Sleeping with the girls back on the beach had been one thing, but he was snuggled up with one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen in his own home, and [i]she was naked[/i]. It was a little childish to be so happy over something like that, but he honestly couldn’t wait to make an off-handed comment at work.
  20.  
  21. He heard a creak somewhere in his kitchen. Picking his head up, he could just about make out someone near his fridge. It’s door was opened, casting a light on a tired-looking Sonata. The girl was still wearing her bikini bottom, though it looked like she was wearing one of his shirts. Her and Aria must have slept in his room.
  22.  
  23. The siren poked her head into his fridge. Poking around a bit, she soon came out with his packet of extra thick bacon. He saw her lick her lips right as she closed the door, bathing the kitchen in darkness once again. He heard, not saw, her opening the packet.
  24.  
  25. “Sonata,” he whispered as loud as he dared. “Don’t go eating that raw. It’ll get you sick.”
  26.  
  27. No noise came from his kitchen for a solid minute. He was about to say something else, when he heard the patter of footsteps. Sonata made her way out of the kitchen into the living room. She walked over to the couch, looking at him curiously.
  28.  
  29. “Anon? Are you awake?” she whispered.
  30.  
  31. “I am,” he replied. “Don’t eat bacon that’s not cooked. You’ll get worms.”
  32.  
  33. The blue hair girl giggled, sitting down on the floor in front of him. “Only fish get worms, you silly,” she said, booping his nose. “And I’m hungry.”
  34.  
  35. “Eat some fruit then.”
  36.  
  37. “But I don’t want fruit, I want meat!”
  38.  
  39. “I’ll make you something to eat in a little bit,” Anon promised. “You just need to wait until your sister gets up.”
  40.  
  41. Sonata’s gaze switched from Anon’s face to Adagio, who was still soundly snoozing. She smiled.
  42.  
  43. “You know, you and Dagi were really going at it last night,” she said with a giggle. “Me and Aria had to sleep in your bedroom."
  44.  
  45. She leaned forward, grabbing the blanket covering the two and tugging it downward, revealing Anon’s bare chest. Anon immediately yanked it back up, which had her giggling some more.
  46.  
  47. “Dagi’s really pretty huh?” Sonata asked, leaning forward again so their noses were touching.
  48.  
  49. Her eyes seemed to glow for a moment, but when Anon blinked that glow was gone. He gave his head a little shake; he must have been seeing things.
  50.  
  51. “All three of you are pretty,” he replied.
  52.  
  53. Sonata puffed her chest out at the compliment, eyes widening. “You really think so?”
  54.  
  55. “Absolutely. You guys might be three of the most beautiful women--”
  56.  
  57. “Sirens.”
  58.  
  59. “--[i]Sirens[/i] that I’ve ever met.”
  60.  
  61. “Well, I think you’re really pretty too,” Sonata said. “I really like your voice too. It sounds so sweet when you sing!”
  62.  
  63. She gave him a sudden peck on the nose. With a happy wiggle, she got onto her knees. Her happy smile morphed into something else as she stared down at him. It was toothier, hungrier.
  64.  
  65. “I could just eat you [i]up[/i],” she murmured, running her hands down her body. “Dagi was lucky she got to you first. If she hadn’t, I’d be the one snuggled up with you right now.”
  66.  
  67. Sonata winked, cupping her breasts.
  68.  
  69. “I hope you don’t mind that I wore one of your shirts, Nonners. It’s just so comfortable, and it smells like you.”
  70.  
  71. She grabbed the bottom of the shirt and slowly began to lift it revealing more and more of her belly. She stopped just short of her boobs, sticking her tongue out at him.
  72.  
  73. “Do you like them?” she asked, making her tits bounce. “Aria and Dagi might have bigger butts, but I have some big boobs. Aria makes fun of me for them, but she’s just jealous.”
  74.  
  75. With a tug of the shirt, her breasts popped out. She had been completely topless underneath it, revealing her chest in all of its full glory. If Anon wasn’t being held down, he would have gotten down right onto the floor with her so he could get a better look.
  76.  
  77. Sonata was right when she said she had a big chest. Her tits were much more than a handful, their weight causing them to hang down her chest, though there wasn’t as much sag as there might have been with a human woman. Her areolas were large and a darkish color, though that might have just been the dim light.
  78.  
  79. Smiling from ear to ear at his gawking, Sonata pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it behind her. Using the edge of the couch as support, she leaned forward. Anon’s breathing hitched as those heavy globes were pressed against his face.
  80.  
  81. “Everyone knows the bigger boobs you have the more pups you can feed,” Sonata said, biting her bottom lip. “I think I know just the cutie to help me make a couple pups too, so lucky--”
  82.  
  83. Anon felt Adagio tense. She lifted her head up. There was a snarl, and Sonata let out a yelp. Boobs were wrenched away as the younger Siren scrambled backward, hitting his coffee table. He felt Adagio ready herself to leap over him to tackle her sister, which no doubt would have destroyed said coffee table along with who knows what else.
  84.  
  85. In a feat of athleticism that he would never be able to replicate, Anon managed to grab her midleap, hugging her tight to his chest as Sonata scrambled to her feet and raced out of the room. Adagio growled like some animal, thrashing against him, desperately reaching out for the retreating girl. He managed to hold onto her, if barely, pressing his face against her shoulder so she didn’t drive the back of her head into his face.
  86.  
  87. “Easy, easy. Calm down,” he said, holding her as tightly as he could without hurting her. “We don’t need to kill anyone. Count to ten, or a hundred if it makes you feel better. Just calm down enough so you don’t destroy all of my shit…”
  88.  
  89. Eventually, Adagio stopped thrashing, though her teeth were bared and she was glaring at the doorway her sister had disappeared through. Anon continued to hold her, whispering every calming and comforting thing that he could think of. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest, as well as feel her tense muscles. If he let go of her she would absolutely leap off of the couch and be after Sonata.
  90.  
  91. The sunlight was starting to creep through his window. Only when it hit Adagio’s face did the Siren finally relax. She let huff, spinning around to face him. Anon was so surprised that his grip loosened, allowing her to break it. She forced him onto his back, straddling him. The blanket covering them fell away, and Anon was reminded that he had been sleeping with a completely naked woman.
  92.  
  93. She bared her teeth once again, letting out a low growl. “You are [i]mine[/i],” she said. “Before anyone else you are mine. No one will so much as lay a hand on you without my say so.”
  94.  
  95. She shifted, eyes widening. Anon himself twitched. Sonata’s teasing had awakened his favorite buddy below the belt. As Adagio moved, his little buddy had prodded her inner thigh. For a moment, all of the outrage and fury left Adagio’s face. Her cheeks went a little rosy, and she looked almost lost. The expression was gone as quickly as it had come however, as she cleared her throat and gave him a stern look.
  96.  
  97. “The other two can have you after me, but not before,” she said, giving him a kiss. “Now hold me.”
  98.  
  99. She fell forward, forcing his face between her cleavage. Wrapping her arms around his head, she got as comfortable as she could, kissing the top of his head before closing her eyes. Anon, thoroughly confused as to what the heck just happened, just laid there, a nipple threatening to pop into his mouth.
  100.  
  101. “...Alrighty then.”
  102.  
  103.  
  104. ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
  105.  
  106.  
  107. Most YMCAs--at least most older ones--were worn down, largely abandoned places where one would, nine times out of ten, get ringworm from leaning against something for a bit too long. The Y in Anon’s town was much the same, except for one strange thing.
  108.  
  109. One of the colleges in the city an hour away had built a big, fancy saltwater pool pump. It was supposedly state of the art, and very expensive. Somehow, through the school’s stupidity most people suspected, the pump had found itself at their Y. The Y’s owner had been really proud of the thing; there had even been a whole weekend event for it. The town went to the Y and played in the olympic swimming pool for a few weeks, only to quickly grow bored of it. Other than the water tasting like stale sea water, there wasn’t much difference between it or a chlorine pump, other than it might have been just a hair louder while it was running. Within a year, it was mostly forgotten about, much to the owner’s disappointment. Other than a few classes or the odd swimming lesson, the pool was empty most days.
  110.  
  111. The woman that sat behind the counter was actually shocked when Anon and the Sirens said they wanted to use it. After Anon changed --the girls just wore their normal bikinis-- all four of them stepped out into the pool. The girls seemed fascinated with the tiles under their feet, as well as how dark it was. Sonata commented on how high the ceiling was, while Adagio commented that the water “smelled wrong.”
  112.  
  113. Both girls kept a wide berth from the pool itself, instead exploring the area around the pool. It was Aria that jumped into the deep end, swimming from one end of the poor to the other faster than a person could count to three. She did a few more quick laps of the pool before coming up at the shallow end where Anon sat at the edge of the pool, just his feet in the water and a pair of cheap goggles sitting on his head.
  114.  
  115. “It's a bit small, but it’ll do for now,” she said. “Come on, let's start.”
  116.  
  117. Anon made absolutely no move to get into the water, hands in his lap. “Should, uh, I stretch or something before we start?”
  118.  
  119. “You’ll warm up in here. Now come on.”
  120.  
  121. “How come the others aren’t swimming too?”
  122.  
  123. “Because I’m the best at swimming out of the three of us, and having too many people trying to teach you isn’t going to get you anywhere,” Aria said, grabbing his arm and giving it a tug. “Now quit with the questions and get in here. I wanna see what I’m working with.”
  124.  
  125. He didn’t move an inch, eyeing the deep end. “Aria? I’m not gonna lie. I’m looking at how the water looks darker at the end of the pool and it’s freaking me out.”
  126.  
  127. “It’s eight feet deep!” Aria said, face scrunching up.
  128.  
  129. “I know. That’s plenty deep for a shark to be hiding.”
  130.  
  131. “Sharks? In your dinky little pool.”
  132.  
  133. “Ah, yeah. A big great white.”
  134.  
  135. “There’s no stupid shark in the pool, and even if there was I’d be able to beat the hell out of it before it did anything to you.”
  136.  
  137. With a hard yank, the Siren pulled him into the water. Anon shouldn’t help but let out a gasp as the lukewarm water hit his belly. He went ramrod stiff, hands close to his sides as Aria smiled.
  138.  
  139. “There, see? That wasn’t so bad was it?”
  140.  
  141. “It is.”
  142.  
  143. Aria’s smile disappeared. “Would it make you feel any better if I did one more lap to show you that they’re no sharks in this dumb pool.”
  144.  
  145. Anon gave a few jerky nods. “Yes please.”
  146.  
  147. Rolling her eyes, Aria sunk into the water and took off with a powerful kick. She made sure to cover every inch of the pool, from top to bottom. She then pulled herself up out of the pool, sitting down at the edge of the deep end.
  148.  
  149. “No sharks, not even a baby one. Now swim on over here,” she said, gesturing toward him.
  150.  
  151. “Swim? If I could swim you wouldn’t need to be giving me any lessons,” Anon retorted.
  152.  
  153. “You can flail can’t ya? Now come on, I want to see what I’m working with.”
  154.  
  155. Sonata, who had somehow gotten a hold of some pool noodles, piped up. “Whooo! Come on Anon, you can do it!”
  156.  
  157. Anon’s chest puffed out. He took a deep breath, putting on his goggles, only to immediately take them off and dunk them into water when they fogged up. He put them back on, pulling on the elastic band and letting it snap against the back of his head.
  158.  
  159. “Come on, you big baby,” Aria called.
  160.  
  161. Taking in as much oxygen as he could, Anon fell forward. As soon as his face hit the water, he winced as he felt it trying to go up his nose. He exhaled hard through his nose, sending bubbles up around his face. This caused his goggles to somehow go askew, which meant water slowly began to fill them up. Undeterred, he started to flail his arms and kick.
  162.  
  163. It was slow going, far slower than it should have been. With all of the splashing, Anon couldn’t see all that well in front of him, but he swam as hard as he could, stopping every few seconds to take a desperate breath. He didn’t notice the end of the pool until it was right in front of him. He quickly popped his head out of the water with a gasp, desperately reaching for the tiled floor above, trying to pull himself out of the water, only to stop halfway and just lay his head down as relief filled him.
  164.  
  165. Face dripping with water, he looked up. “How… was that?”
  166.  
  167. Sonata and Adagio had stopped their exploring. Sonata had dropped her pool noodles. Each of the Sirens were looking at him in utter horror. Aria, being closest to him, looked as if she wanted to recoil. Were it not for the whirling of the salt water filter, the pool would have been deadly silent.
  168.  
  169. “...What the fuck was that?” Aria said, though each word sounded forced.
  170.  
  171. “What? You wanted me to swim so I swam,” Anon replied.
  172.  
  173. “[i]That[/i] wasn’t swimming. I don’t know what in the seven seas that was, but it wasn’t swimming!”
  174.  
  175. “I did my best!”
  176.  
  177. “I’ve been pups, [i]babies[/i] that have more sense in the water than you. What the heck were you even doing with your arms? It looked like you were trying to drown yourself but you were doing a bad job!”
  178.  
  179. “I don’t know! I don’t know how to swim!”
  180.  
  181. Aria opened her mouth to ridicule him more, but Adagio loudly cleared her throat. The younger Siren looked at her sister, who gave her a stern glare. She frowned, turning her attention toward the now red-faced and embarrassed man.
  182.  
  183. “I didn’t think I’d have to teach you [i]everything[/i], but that looks like how it’s going to be, Leviathan help me,” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Get your butt back toward the shallow end. We got a long day ahead of us.”

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