CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Oct. 17)

When Alan woke up the next morning he found his mother's mouth already wrapped around his penis.

"I've come up with a new design for an alarm clock," Susan whispered in the darkness. "Do you like it? I call it the 'cock hungry mother.'"

She'd kicked the sheets completely off of the bed. She lay on top of his lower half, and her whole body went up and down over him as if she was doing push ups on top of him. Again she was topless, and at every downstroke when she nearly swallowed his entire erection, her tits pushed down onto the tops of his legs.

Halfway through her tongue-vacuuming of his crotch, they heard Katherine open her door across the hall and walk a few feet down the hallway and into the bathroom, but even that didn't slow down Susan's not-so-quiet tonguing.

Alan thought to himself, Dang. Now that she's started, it seems she literally can't get enough of my penis! Not that I'm complaining, but who'd have figured my mother to act like this? Damn! Fuck yeah! Every morning, to wake up like THIS. Sweet! I'm in heaven!

With Katherine nearby, she was forced to pull her mouth off and whisper, "Tiger, you have to be quiet now, you hear? We can't let Angel know I'm in here."

"Okay, I'll try," he whispered back.

A few moments later, Susan was assaulting his erection with everything she had. She thought, I want his cum and I want it now! Her whole head bobbed up and down madly, her long brown hair flying and falling over everything. One hand grasped at his scrotum and the other wandered over his chest as if frantically searching for another dick to jack off.

Then Katherine knocked on Alan's door. "Brother? You in there? You can't oversleep again, you silly sleepyhead." She had to shout to be heard through his thick door.

"Um, I'm just getting up, Sis!" he shouted back.

Susan had paused when she heard the knock, but it didn't slow her down for long. She made it hard for Alan to coherently string two words together, the way she was licking and sucking.

Katherine heard the warble and strain in his voice. "You okay? You sound funny. Ooooh! I know what you're doing. You're not just getting up, you're getting IT up, aren't you?" She giggled.

"Um... Well..." Alan couldn't talk. He was practically cross-eyed, he was straining so hard not to cum. He looked down and saw Susan's head flying up and down wildly and felt her tongue doing indescribably wondrous things.

Katherine took his feeble failure to answer as confirmation. "A-ha!" Her voice changed, becoming softer and more tentative even as she spoke loudly to be heard. "Do you need some help? Maybe with some visual stimulation? Can I come in?"

"Um, no! I'm good! This is kind of, uh, private. Please?" He was sweating with nervousness and excitement.

"Okay then, see you downstairs. Sorry for interrupting."

Susan hadn't slowed down a bit, not even when her daughter asked if she could come in. She knew Alan and her were both close to climaxing and she would not be denied.

Alan shoved four fingers in his mouth and clamped down on them to stifle his loud groans as he came. "Fuuuuuuuck!" he gasped, only partially managing to stifle his voice.

A torrent of cum flew into Susan's mouth. Shivers of joy ran up and down her spine. Nothing ever felt so good in her whole life as having all that incestuous cum flood down her throat.

She recovered quicker than he did. Still topless, she chided him, "Did I hear you say a naughty word? You know that's not allowed."

Alan's mind reeled. Her bared boobs are still friggin' bouncing in every direction and my cum is on her lips, yet she's chiding me for using the word 'fuck'? Fuuuuuccckkk. This new life is too weird for me to handle.

He chose to ignore her words and just said, "Mom, you were fantastic!"

She was all smiles while trying to act business-like and responsible. "Why, thank you." She got up and put her robe back on. "Let's hurry up and eat breakfast, so we'll have time to play some more before you go to school. I think you know what I mean by playing." She licked her lips seductively, her tongue making a complete circle around her mouth.

She went out his door, looking both ways down the hall to make sure Katherine wasn't still there to catch her.

Once she was alone, she thought, I'm bad. So bad! There was no excuse for that, none. We really have to stop this terribly improper, well, member, uh, oral manipulation? Heck, it's a cocksucking. It's a nasty act with a nasty name. Proper ladies don't suck cocks, even if it is medically needed. Suzanne can do that for him. Not that she's not a lady, sorry Suzanne, but she's not his mother! I have to stop before I'm completely out of control!

She sighed. Why though, does it have to be so wonderful? I can still taste his seed in my mouth and I love it so much that I just want to jump for joy! I must be a horrible person.

CHAPTER 2

Susan and Katherine both wore robes again for breakfast, and again they had considerable "difficulty" keeping them closed.

Susan in particular felt much less inhibited than she'd been the morning before, which wasn't surprising given all that had happened since then. The moral reservations she'd had after the morning blowjob flew away as soon as she saw Alan come into the dining room with an obvious hard-on.

She was shameless. Within minutes, she found herself sitting in the chair next to Alan, slouching down in it so her ass hung nearly off the edge of the seat. That allowed her to open her knees and present him her thick bush as if on a silver platter. As Alan finished his breakfast, she teased him in a husky voice, "Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

"No, I'm good for now," he managed to croak out in an unsteady voice, staring at her hair pie.

"That's too bad." She smiled, reached out and began blatantly stroking his penis through his shorts. "You know, a growing boy like you has a big appetite. You've been growing a lot lately - growing hard!"

Katherine was in complete shock. She'd expected another morning of teasing like what happened the day before, but clearly something had happened between mother and son in the meantime and she didn't know what.

Susan for her part knew she shouldn't be touching his crotch with Katherine right there, but she simply couldn't resist. She felt like she'd gone slightly crazy and she simply was not in control of her body. She said, "I'll bet you need some more help this morning, don't you?" She squeezed the tip of his penis through the fabric as she said this.

Alan nearly came right then in his pants like he did the morning before.

Katherine couldn't see her mother's hand on her brother's prick because the table was in the way, but from the way Susan leaned forward, swaying her jiggling boobs, and the way Susan's arm moved, she knew full well what was happening. In fact, she found herself strangely turned on just from seeing her turned on mother, something that had been happening a lot in the last couple of days.

Susan's robe was now mostly on her chair and on the floor, leaving the horny mother effective nude from the waist up. She was ashamed to be undressed like that in front of her daughter, and had the wildly improbable hope that somehow Katherine wouldn't notice.

Susan would have loved to suck Alan off then and there if it hadn't been for Katherine sitting nearby. She asked, irritated, "Angel, don't you have to take a shower or something?"

Katherine herself was irritated at her mother. Normally she wouldn't have wanted to say anything to discourage her mother's sexual awakening, but shock and irritation overrode her other considerations. "I do, but I don't appreciate getting kicked out of the kitchen. What's gotten into you? You're acting so strange. I can see what you're doing, you know. I mean, your whole top is uncovered! Did something happen between you and Alan last night?"

Katherine failed to mention that her robe had fallen off of one of her shoulders as well, leaving her right breast completely uncovered.

Susan though, was so busy staring at her son's bulging erection that she didn't even look in Katherine's direction. She sighed in fond remembrance. "Yes. Something happened all of yesterday, in fact. I decided that it's best that I personally take care of Alan's masturbation problem."

She still had her hand on Alan's bulge, and gave it another squeeze. "Oh yes! I'm helping him out in a very direct way." She was tempted even more to start stroking him right there, but restrained herself because of Katherine, and continued to merely hold the bulge. Even just holding it, she found herself rhythmically squeezing it through his shorts.

"Brother, what is Mom talking about?" Katherine asked with great concern.

Alan was nearly panicky with arousal, but managed to explain, "Mom is helping me out just like Suzanne is, now. Her mouth, her hands. Everything. It's so great!" He closed his eyes and exulted in his glorious memories from yesterday.

Susan also closed her eyes in ecstasy. "Oh yes, Angel. Your mother is sucking your brother's, er, member. And she loves it!"

Katherine cried, "MooooOOOOoooom! How could you? How could you?" She wasn't upset about the incestuous aspect - far from it. Instead, she thought, If Mom is giving Alan handjobs and blowjobs now, he's not gonna pay any attention to me any more. I'm sitting here with my tits hanging out of this robe, and he hardly notices! What the hell am I going to do if I'm up against my centerfold mom? If I get naked and he doesn't notice me, what more can I do to attract him?!

Susan had nothing to say in response to her daughter's complaints, but just kept staring at her son's crotch like a crazed and starving animal. She was tired of having to squeezing it through his shorts and began unzipping his fly. She said eagerly, "Tiger, it looks like you need more help this very minute to reach your daily target, don't you?"

Alan saw trouble brewing between his mother and sister, so he said, "I'm going to take a shower now. That'll give us all time to calm down a little bit." He got up and left.

Susan came to, somewhat, after Alan walked away. Her hands were trembling again, and she suddenly felt ashamed in front of her daughter. She bowed her head so she wouldn't have to look Katherine in the eye.

She went to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee to gain more distance from her daughter and to calm herself down. She said from the other room, her eyes closed with shame, "Angel, please forgive my behavior. I don't know what's gotten into me. When I get close to him, I... I can't explain it. Something took over. But if you only knew how good it feels!"

Katherine was still seething at her mother, mostly with jealousy. But she held her tongue, merely saying, "Don't 'Angel' me! I'm going to go take my shower too." However, right as she walked up the stairs and almost out of earshot, she added, "If it feels so good, maybe I should try it out too."

That doubled Susan's guilt. She felt like crying. I'm corrupting my whole family. I'm so awful! But there still was an erotic buzz running through her that stopped her from fully giving in to her guilty feelings.

The Plummer house had two bathrooms with showers. One was just off of Susan's master bedroom, and the other was across from Alan's room and next to Katherine's room. Both the kids normally used that one, but when they both had to rush to school, one of them, usually Katherine, sometimes was forced to use Susan's shower.

So that's what Susan assumed when Katherine said she had to shower.

But Katherine went to her room, and took off her robe and the hair band on her head. She planned to get naked in the same shower as Alan and at least temporarily lure him away from Susan. At the last minute she threw on a shirt in case she was seen coming or going in the hallway, then knocked on the door of the bathroom Alan was in.

"Hey, Big Brother, I'm coming in," she said before he could respond to the knock, and then closed the door behind her.

Alan was in the middle of trying to quickly masturbate himself in the ten minutes or so he had to shower. But he'd only just started rubbing his erection when his sister came in.

"Sis, is that you? What are you doing in here?" he said anxiously.

She peered through the opaque shower curtain, but then boldly drew it back, and got her first full view of his naked butt.

Alan turned his head around, his hand still on his hard shaft, and looked at his sister. She was wearing nothing but a long sleeved white shirt she was planning on wearing to school. He could see by the way it was unbuttoned that she was wearing nothing underneath.

At first she didn't respond to his question, but she finally said, "I have to take a shower. Mind if I join you?"

"Whoa!" Alan exclaimed. He rotated his upper torso towards her and in so doing accidentally turned the shower nozzle he was holding in his other hand towards her as well. Before he knew what was happening, he'd covered almost all of her with water from the showerhead. "Katherine, what are you thinking? You're my sister!"

"Oh Alan," Katherine said with delight and in a sensual tone of voice, "you're making me all wet!"  She was even more delighted when she looked down at herself and saw how transparent the water had made her shirt. She was pleased that her brother could see all of her hairy pussy, and not just the part visible in the crack between the flaps of the shirt.

"Don't say that!" he protested.

"But isn't it true? That you've made me wet? You don't know how true that is, Big Brother, how wet you've been making me lately. But everybody's having fun with you but me. You say I'm your sister, but what about you and Mom? That family relationship doesn't seem to be slowing you two down."

Then, acting coy, she placed her hands over a bit of her boobs, making sure not to cover her nipples, and asked, "You're not looking at my naked body, are you?"

"Um, no... Well yes..." Alan was so nervous that he accidentally turned and hit his sister with more water. He put the shower nozzle back on its hook and finally took his hand off of his erection. Then he saw how lewdly his rod poked out towards his sister and immediately covered it up with both hands. "Um, never mind about me. You're not supposed to be here! What about the other shower?!"

"I like this one better," Katherine said as she lifted up her left leg and placed it on the edge of the bathtub. The unbuttoned shirt opened wide as her hips spread, and giving her brother a completely unimpeded view of her bush. "Mom left you hanging there at breakfast. You want me to finish what she started and make you feel all better?"

"Wait! Wait!" Alan exclaimed in a quiet but insistent voice. "You can't come in any closer! What about Mom? She'll totally know!"

She placed one foot fully into the bathtub and put a hand on his hip. "Not if we're quiet. Or, what if you just let me watch what you're doing, from here?"

"But if she comes down the hallway to check on us, she'll be expecting to hear the sound of two showers running. It's too risky!"

"Damn. I hadn't thought of that. Okay, Bro, I'll go, if you promise that we can finish what we started here later."

"Katherine, do you realize what that means? Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to-"

She interrupted him. "Hey, I'm just trying to help out your medical condition. Besides, how can you say that after what you've been doing with Mom? She put your thing in her mouth yesterday, from what I understand, and now you're telling ME about some impropriety? Come on! I just want to help like Suzanne and Mom are helping. Do you want some doctor approved stimulation from me or what?"

"Okay. Shit. How can I say no when you look like that?"

She smiled. "All right, I'll go now. But think of me when you do your thing." She grabbed a big towel, wrapped it around her, and returned to her room to dry off.

CHAPTER 3

Alan redoubled the stroking of his penis. But less than two minutes later, right as he was about to shoot his seed, he heard another knock.

Susan yelled through the bathroom door in a stern and motherly voice, "Alan, come out of there this instant! You're running late!"

"But I just got in," he protested. But the interruptions and fear of getting caught caused him to lose his momentum. He stepped back out of the shower, even though he hadn't even touched a bar of soap or the shampoo.

What a close call to getting caught that was! he realized. What if she'd come by when Katherine was in here?! She might be furious like a jealous lover. Man, that would be bad. I have a hard time imagining Mom as the psycho jealous type, but I guess anything is possible after what's happened lately.

He turned off the water and spent a minute or two trying to dry up the puddles of water he'd left on the bathroom floor and even the sink and mirror when he'd let the shower nozzle spray everywhere.

In actual fact, Susan knew that Alan wasn't running late and could have stayed in the shower another five minutes, but she wanted another taste of his penis before he left for school. She figured, If he's playing with his member in the shower, he's needlessly spilling his seed upon the ground. That seed rightly belongs in my mouth!

Knowing that her children didn't wear watches, she cleverly moved the clock in the kitchen forward ten minutes, so in a couple of minutes both kids rushed to the front door and made to leave. Then, right as they were about to step out and ride bikes to school together, Susan held her son back by asking, "Tiger, I just remembered something. Can you help me with a quick chore?"

"Sure. See you later, Sis!"

Katherine walked out to the garage and grabbed her bike. She was suspicious about the "chore," but she had to leave.

Staring from the front window, Susan patiently watched her daughter bike away. The instant the bike was out of sight, Susan completely undid the sash on her robe and let it fall to the floor. She turned her nude body towards Alan.

"What's the chore, Mom?" Alan asked as he struggled to look up and into her face. "What are you looking at out there?"

"Oh, just checking to make sure the coast is clear. And the chore is real easy," she added with a big smile. "I just need to borrow some of your sperm."

"My, uh, sperm?!"

She laughed with glee. "All you have to do is pull down your shorts and I'll take care of the rest."

She knelt down and began attacking the zipper on his shorts with a passion. His seemingly always erect penis sprung out and she gaped in renewed wonder at the size of it. She wrapped her hands around it like her life depended on it. She panted, and thought, Oh God. Oh God. It's gonna go in my mouth! I can't wait!

"Mom!" he cried after finally recovering some of his senses. "What are you thinking? School starts in less than ten minutes!"

"Give me five, and I'll drive you there in another five," she said. "Mmmm. It looks soooo good!" It normally took ten minutes of biking or less than five of driving to reach the school, so she figured they could just make it. Hearing no protest, she added, "We shouldn't make this a regular habit, but I'm feeling suddenly concerned that maybe your member developed a very abnormal shape overnight, and I didn't check it properly when I woke you up this morning." They both laughed.

Susan ended up using the extra ten minutes she'd given herself to play with Alan's erection. Then she kept on rubbing and sucking for another five, making him late. The only reason he didn't stay longer was because he finally lost control and gave up his load down her throat.

She asked him as she fondled her tits provocatively while still on her knees below him, "Are you sure you need a ride to school? Or would you rather call in sick? I think that would be best. Your penis is very ill, and I'm going to have to give it a lot of close personal care all day long. With my hands and mouth, of course! Let me stick it between my lips again and rub my tongue all over your lovely thing!"

Alan groaned with frustration. "You know I'd love that Mom, but I really have to go. I've got a big test in second period that I shouldn't miss, for one thing. I wouldn't care about that anyways, except it wouldn't be much fun. My penis needs a big break. It feels so good but it also hurts so bad right now. But I'll count the minutes until I get back."

"I will too, Tiger! I will too! By the way, who's your favorite cocksucker now, my darling boy?"

Alan put on a thoughtful expression, as if weighing the plusses and minuses of Susan and Suzanne's techniques.

Susan stopped him. "Wait! Don't answer that question. I'm sorry, that's not polite. I wasn't thinking." She thought, Who do I think I am? It's as plain as day that Suzanne is the cocksucking queen. There's no way I can compete with her years of experience, and I can't bear to hear that I'm only number two!

But he answered anyway. "Mom, I don't think it's fair to compare you and Suzanne. You're both so great. But one thing I know is that this has made me love you even more than before."

"Tiger!" she said excitedly. "Me too! Me too! Suzanne was so right about that, too! You're such a thoughtful and considerate boy; it just makes me want to suck your cock even more, for some reason."

She stood up and kissed him all over the face. He thought for sure she would kiss him on the mouth, but she held back and squeezed him in a tight embrace instead. She rubbed her chest up and down his again, and grabbed his hands and planted them on her ass.

She was so insatiable that it was remarkable he made it to school at all.

Needless to say, he was even more distracted at school than the day before. At one point, he actually walked smack into a pole and fell flat onto his back like some kind of cartoon character. He floundered badly on the second period test that he tried so hard to attend.

The same thoughts kept going through his head. This can't be happening to me. Three, maybe four, of the most gorgeous women in town are all after me. Including my sister and my totally and quite literally cock-hungry mom. It's so incredible! This is the kind of thing that happens to other people, like in a porn film or something, but not actually to me right here in real life!

How will things ever be the same again? What'll happen now? We can never go back; we can never have a normal relationship again. This has to end in disaster somehow. I just know it. It's like some kind of natural law. For instance, what about jealousy? Like, are Suzanne and Susan at each other's throats right now, or is Susan sitting at home happily describing all her blowjobs to her? I don't know which thought is more alarming. Fucking, fucking insane! Things just can't go on like they did yesterday. For one thing, there's no way I could handle that much intensity. But God, how I love it! I can't stop. I'm like a car crash in slow motion, but I can't stop.

His history teacher Gloria Rhymer had another concerned talk with him at the end of her class. He promised he would do better tomorrow. However, she didn't feel like she really got through to him.

Ms. Rhymer was in a real fix. She had been really turned on by her conversation with Alan the day before. She thought repeatedly about the idea that Alan had to orgasm six times a day for medical reasons, and was distracted even as she taught her classes.

It practically begs that I help him get an orgasm every day for lunch! It wouldn't really be having an affair with a student. After all, I have my boyfriend Garth, and Alan seems like he's pretty wrapped up with Suzanne, and I can't compete with her beauty or style. It would be more like I'm just providing a much needed service. But still, I could realize all of my student sex fantasies with my very favorite student!

And I can certainly tell that he wants it too. He's had a crush on me forever, and it was so cute yesterday the way he blushed when I asked why he gets particularly horny in my class. It's because he's thinking about me - I just know it. But how do I get this thing started? I can't just walk up to him and say, 'Hey, I'd like to give you head every day.' Actually, if I said that to the Alan of a few weeks ago, it probably would have completely destroyed his cute little mind. But it sounds like Suzanne is giving him a thorough sexual education. He may be quite the sexy little stud by the time I get my hands on him, heh-heh. That is, IF I get my hands on him.

And reading between the lines, I gather that nurse he was talking about may be giving him a hand as well. In fact, the whole medical thing sounds like some kind of scam, but why should I care?

The way he was so bashful and shy was really cute, but it seems he's changing daily. Out of the blue, he's turning into some kind of teenaged Don Juan. Once he gets his head out of the clouds and realizes what he has going for him, it's going to be scary how the girls will come running.

But seriously, this is all a fun fantasy, but I'm not the kind of woman to actually DO anything with him. For one thing, I've never been unfaithful to any boyfriend. And a teacher doing that with a student would be so wrong, no matter what the reason. If we were caught, it would get me fired for sure. I just can't do it!

She found herself thinking about his problem more and more. But she found nothing but frustration.

That soon would be Alan's lot as well: frustration. Even as he sat in Ms. Rhymer's fourth period class thinking about his mother, big events were happening back home.

But I'm going to seduce him and get him to fuck me, and soon! I may go to Hell for it, but I don't care! And I know he wants it too. He's gonna fuck me in every room of the house, on every piece of furniture! And then we'll do it outside, and in public places. Glass elevators! He'll slam me against the glass in a high building, and everyone will watch from below!

And then Suzanne and I will fuck him together! We'll make a fuck sandwich! And then I'll fuck her! I'll go sixty-nine with my best friend! And then we'll all take turns fucking and licking Katherine, and we'll have one big fuckfest! We'll have a fucking orgy, and then we'll serve Amy's sweet fucking pie for desert! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

She sat up in bed and her hair flew in every direction as she completely abandoned herself in an orgasmic frenzy. She finally vocalized her thoughts, and the cry "Fuuucck meeeee!" echoed throughout the house as she had a powerful climax. The sight of her huge breasts bouncing up into the air would have been enough to turn any gay man straight, had any one been lucky enough to watch.

After she came down from her orgasmic high, Susan felt quite depressed.

This keeps happening to me, she thought in a completely different mindset. I get lost in an erotic fantasy about Alan, and then I completely regret it and take it all back, but only after I orgasm. And then I do it again. Since he left for school today I've masturbated three times already. I'm totally obsessed.

And these thoughts I'm having are too disturbing. I went way overboard with Alan yesterday and this morning too. If there was any line of moderation, where one could actually dispassionately suck another person's penis, I think I've blown past it already. Yesterday was just the icing on the cake. And I had more sexual dreams of Alan last night. Crazy, weird, extremely erotic dreams. This latest fantasy, even thinking about Katherine - it's way beyond the pale. This has to stop! I feel so dirty I literally should be flogged with whips to punish my evil thoughts. Only problem is, I'd probably enjoy it, ha-ha. But her laughter was ironic.

She realized that it was as if a dam had burst in her mind. She had been sexually repressed for too long, and now it was all coming out, and Alan was the only target.

She decided, The only thing I can do, and what I have to do, is take a short vacation. I've got to get out of here before Alan gets home in a few hours. I need to spend the rest of the day somewhere else to give myself a chance to cool down. As it is now, I'm on the verge of losing all control. Actually, I've lost control already and have to get it back. In the state I'm in, if I were to see him again, I don't know if I'd have the control to not just shout out, "Fuck me until I pass out!"

She was trying to decide when and where she should go or if she should just stay home and succumb to her desires when the phone rang.

She picked it up. "Hello?" She recognized the voice on the other line. Damn, it's my husband! "Oh, hi darling!" she said in a falsely happy tone. Suddenly, a whole wave of emotions washed over her. In the past couple weeks she'd almost forgotten that she even had a husband, and now she felt intensely guilty. How could I be such a bad wife? I've been cheating on him. Cheating! I'm so horrible! He didn't do anything to deserve the way I've been behaving!

They talked for a few minutes. The big news was that Ron would return home in a few days. It was Wednesday, and he would come back from his job in Asia on Saturday morning. He said he would be staying at home for twelve days before he returned. That was longer than usual for this time of year. He usually tried to come home on the Christmas holiday and spend a couple weeks then, plus one or two visits of a week or less at other times of year. But apparently he wasn't sure if he could make the holidays this year, so he chose to take more time now.

Susan hung up the phone and cried. She cried until it seemed she had no more tears to cry. Then she got up and put on her old, conservative clothes - bra, panties, and all.

This is a sign from God, she said to herself. This is God's way of saying I have fallen, and I have to get back on track. I had my fun with Alan, but that's all over now. God is forgiving - he can forgive me for my heinous sins if I truly repent. I just have to hold out for three days, and then once my husband Ron is here, I have two weeks to cool down and straighten out my life. If Suzanne wants to keep pleasuring Alan, that's her business, but not in my house, and not at all while Ron is in town!

I've just seen the abyss of utter sexual depravity, and I've stepped back from the edge. Yesterday I was so close to going all the way with my own son. I would have gladly spread my legs for him if it weren't for that face he made that scared me and kept me from doing something horrible. The fact is, I just don't have the self-control to maintain the proper boundaries. So as much fun as all this has been, this can't go on! It's just too wrong! There's more to life than just stroking and stroking and licking and licking and taking that big erection deeper and deeper and deeper still! And having my wonderful baby boy play with my boobs as he shoves his hard rod into the back of my throat...

Her words were making her more aroused again.

Either that or I could lay here and masturbate again. Maybe just one last time, for old time's sake. It's not like I'd hurt anybody else with a little self pleasure...

No! I have to stop! I'm a sinner and an adulterer. I have to save my soul from burning in Hell if it's not too late already. I need to tell everyone how things are going to be from now on before I change my mind. She picked up the phone and called Suzanne.

Suzanne could tell a crisis was brewing and came over right away.

Susan quickly explained the problem, emphasizing the phone call. She finished by saying, "Suzanne, I need you to give it to me straight. I'm an adulterer, a cheat, a bad mother, an incestuous pervert, and worse! What else am I leaving out? I'm a freak! I don't deserve to live!" She sobbed into Suzanne's chest.

Suzanne replied, "Susan, I'm your best friend, am I not? I understand what you're feeling, but I think you're overreacting."

"Overreacting?! Suzanne, I'm obsessed! I've gone mad. I've completely lost my mind! All I can think about is squeezing more and more sperm from my son's delicious member! Tell me I'm not mentally disturbed."

"Susan, I know it comes as a shock, and yes, you have become a bit obsessed, but that's because you've had such a profound change happen to you in the last week or so. Your libido, your sex drive, has finally awoken. I'm beginning to think that you've lived your entire life up until this point almost like some kind of virgin. You've had sex, yes, but nobody ever lit your fire. And now that your fire is burning, you don't know how to control or how to turn it off when you need to."

Susan let out a world-weary sigh while her tears continued to fall. "That's all true, but it's so WRONG! My husband should be the one to set me on fire and turn my libido into a raging inferno. My HUSBAND! Not my son, for crying out loud! He's gonna divorce me for sure, as soon as he finds out, and then I'll be out on the street and never able to see my darling children again. And I'll deserve it!"

She buried herself into Suzanne's embrace even tighter than before and let loose with a bigger bout of sobs.

As Suzanne held her and tried to comfort her by stroking her hair, she thought, Uh-oh. We've got a big time problem here. And Ron is coming back in a couple of days she says, which is absolutely horrible timing. How am I going to fix this?

Suzanne let Susan bewail her circumstances for an hour or more until she was emotionally exhausted and all out of tears. Suzanne even cried a lot herself in sympathy. But then she got down to the business of straightening Susan out.

Now sitting next to Susan on a couch, Suzanne said, "It's good to let it all out, but now let's try to work things out. First of all, things aren't at bad as you think they are, you're just reeling from the shock of so much change in your life. Let's look at the positives."

"Positives? What positives?!"

"Well, for one, you've finally unleashed your sexual side. True, it was unleashed when you were with your son, but that doesn't mean that it'll only come out with him. Let's take an honest look at your marriage. It's been a pretty loveless and sexless marriage, hasn't it?"

"I wouldn't exactly say it's THAT bad," Susan protested.

"Susan, who do you think you're talking to? I know everything. I was there just about every moment, including the day you got married. In fact, you've probably spent much more than ten times as much time with me as you have with your husband during the course of your marriage; he's simply never around. Things have not been good, you have to admit it. And why haven't they? Good sex is key to a good marriage; that's just a fact. I hate to be blunt, but you've been so sexually repressed that you've been a cold fish in bed. Ron must be horribly, horribly sexually frustrated. No wonder he takes jobs out of town all the time."

Susan wailed, "I'm so horrible! And now I'm cheating on him."

"Susan, I'll bet you dollars to donuts that he's sleeping around every chance he gets."

"What?!"

"Think about it. He IS human. He DOES have a sex drive. How many times do you two have sex in a given year? Twice? Three times? What kind of man would be satisfied with that and not ask for a divorce unless he has other sexual outlets?"

"Oh God! Suzanne, you may be right, but that's so horrible. Why are you telling me this now? You're hitting me when I'm down. I thought you were talking about the positives."

"I am. Frankly, I've assumed he's been cheating on you for years now; I've seen all the signs. I've tried to warn you in different ways but you wouldn't listen. The plus side is, obviously he must still have some feelings for you or he would have divorced you a long time ago. What's been missing in your marriage has been a sexual spark or really any kind of sexual anything, for that matter. Now you've awoken. Now you realize how good sex can be and that sex for reasons other than procreation is not a sin. So you can use those new feelings and knowledge to revive your marriage!"

Susan sniffled. "I can? Do you think?"

"Of course you can! And I'm going to help!" Suzanne added to herself, Help to make sure that never happens, that is. The last thing I want is to get Ron back in the picture. I have my reasons to suspect that'll never happen no matter what she does, but I'll have to make sure it doesn't just the same. Still, the "old Susan" needs something like that to hold onto for a while, as she slowly adjusts to the new reality Alan and I are making for her.

"So what should I do? I'll do ANYthing to make it up to Ron, all these horrible things I've done!"

"Well, before you feel so bad, keep in mind it's almost 100 percent certain Ron has been cheating on you for YEARS. If you want my list of evidence to that effect, I can give you a long list. Remember, I've cheated on my husband for a long time too, and maybe there's truth in the saying that in takes one to know one. What you did in the past day or two is a drop in the bucket compared to what he's done to you."

"That may be, but I feel so guilty. My parents didn't raise me to be a cheater."

"First off, you're not even cheating. You're helping your son's medical condition. You're saving him from sin to boot! I'll bet if Ron knew, he'd be upset at first, yes, but he'd also be impressed at your selfless sacrifice."

"NOOO! Ron can never know!"

"I didn't say he has to know. I'm just saying that what you're doing might not even upset him that much. Did it upset Katherine? No. Amy? No. Me? No. Alan? Obviously not. What you're doing is a GOOD thing, a kind thing, a-"

"But it has to stop Suzanne! It just has to!"

"Well, take a break, certainly, and see how you feel in a couple of days. I'll try to carry on by myself in helping with Alan's medical treatment. Don't worry, we all love you and together we'll solve any problem, be it your marriage, your son's ailment, your shock at your sexual awakening, or whatever else may arise."

Susan flung herself at Suzanne had hugged her tightly. "You're the best! The best best friend ever! Thank you so much!" She resumed crying, but more just from being emotionally overwhelmed than from sadness.

CHAPTER 5

When Alan got home that afternoon, he found both Suzanne and Susan waiting for him with their arms crossed, and cross expressions on their faces. Both of them were dressed very conservatively. Uh-oh - this is not good! he thought.

It was quite a come-down from his expectation of receiving a mind-blowing orgasm or orgasms from either one of two incredibly gorgeous women as soon as he got home.

Susan stood up and immediately launched a verbal barrage at him. "Alan, what we've been doing since yesterday afternoon, it has to stop! Not just a little bit, not just a day or two, but we have to stop all improper contact between mother and son forever! I've been torn trying to do what's right, but there's just no way I can square helping you with your medical treatments and being a good wife and a good Christian. I'm sorry, but that's just how it has to be."

Alan looked past Susan to where Suzanne was sitting. He noticed Suzanne was waving her hands and making a facial expression as if to say, "Don't listen to her." She even rolled her eyes and twirled her finger next to an ear, as if indicating Susan was crazy.

So Alan was confused, to say the least, by the conflicting signals, but just nodded and tried to say as few words as possible.

Susan let loose with a heartfelt plea why she had to stop, mostly focusing on how she felt like she was cheating on Ron. She mentioned in passing that he would be coming home in a few days, which increased Alan's distress.

When Susan was all done, she was in tears again. She gave Alan a hug (but in a very chaste and motherly way) and then retired to the kitchen saying, "I understand that Suzanne has a few things she wants to say to you now, as well. Again, I'm sorry I can't help you more, but remember that I love you and that this is just how it has to be."

Suzanne immediately grabbed Alan's hand and said, "Let's go for a walk."

So the two of them put their shoes on and left through the front door. All was silent until they got to the sidewalk and started walking down it.

Alan turned to Suzanne as he held her hand and said, "Okay, can you tell me just what the heck is going on? Mom is dropping this bombshell on me and meanwhile you're behind her back, making more mysterious signals than a third base coach."

Suzanne looked back at the Plummer house furtively. "I didn't want you to get the wrong idea. Basically, things are not nearly as bad as they seem. Susan is having a relapse back to her old ways, which I gather started even before Ron called today, but when he called that made things twice as bad for her. Sweetie, you gotta look at things from her perspective. So much has happened in the last twenty-hours in particular that a backlash was inevitable. I should have seen it coming, but I thought things were going to progress a lot more gradually."

"So, I take it this means that I'm going to be all on my own with the six times a day problem from now on?"

"Oh dear goodness no! Didn't you see my hand gestures? For one thing, I'm still going to be helping you with my hands and mouth every chance I can get, and Susan doesn't have any objection to that. But also, I'm convinced that what we're seeing is just a temporary mood swing. Basically, kiddo, you've got her totally addicted to that big cock of yours and now that she's started there's no way for her to stop. It's just that she doesn't realize that yet."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. Sweetie, your mother is much like a virgin. She's had such a pathetic sex life until this point that she has little to no ability to understand or control her sexual feelings, which have just exploded like a volcano. I'm trying to guide her so things'll end up in a good place, but she's going through a reactive prudish phase, so you just have to be patient."

"Aunt Suzy, are you sure that's all it is, just a phase? She sounds pretty serious. And all that stuff about cheating on father... I have to admit, I have a chip on my shoulder about my father never being here for us, but even I feel pretty shitty for sneaking around his back with Mom. I mean, you have to admit, it's a pretty low thing to do."

"I will agree to no such thing! Sweetie, as you may know, I haven't exactly been faithful to my husband for quite a few years now. And I have a long list of evidence that Ron hasn't been faithful to your mother for quite a few years as well."

"Whoa." Alan froze in his tracks, forcing Suzanne to stop too. "Are you serious?"

"I'm dead serious. Susan's been pretending like she's living in some kind of fifties sitcom or Norman Rockwell painting, but real life isn't like that at all. If you had sex with your wife fewer times in a year than there are fingers on one hand, wouldn't you either eventually cheat or get a divorce?"

"Huh. I hadn't thought of it like that before. I guess I've always just tried to think of my parents like they're sexless... Like they don't have sex organs or something."

Suzanne joked to lighten the mood, "Obviously, I assume you've discovered that's not the case with your mother."

Alan though, was so serious that he didn't even grin. "True. But even so, this really takes all the wind out of my sails. I mean, I was so excited coming home, and now I feel like shit."

Suzanne looked at him with alarm. Then she pulled on his arm, forcing him to start walking again. The streets were absolutely deserted so there was no chance of anyone overhearing. "Please don't feel like that. You haven't done anything wrong. You know how prudish your mother has been for all these years; you can't expect her to completely change overnight. She needs time to adjust; that's all this is."

"But what if she's right? What if what we're doing IS wrong? I mean, no way would I want to stop all the sexy fun I'm having with you, Suzanne, but with my own mother? Doesn't that cross the line?"

"No! She loves it! You know that she loves it. Can you ever recall her being happier than she was yesterday? Don't tell me you buy all that burning in Hell, 'sexual pleasure is a sin' crap that her parents fed to her. What you started with her yesterday is literally the best thing that's ever happened to her."

"I guess. But I still feel bad now."

Suzanne caught his eye and leered at him. "I know how I could cheer you up. How would you like to try to fill my stomach with cum today? It's a big project, I know, but I can't think a better way to spend the afternoon."

"Thanks, but no. I guess that when Mom feels bad, I feel bad. My penis feels so completely down for the count right now that I don't think even you could revive it. ... Aunt Suzy, are you really sure that everything is going to be okay and that Mom isn't going to be resentful about what she and I did yesterday and then again this morning?"

"Sweetie, I'm absolutely positive. How much do you want to bet that your cock will be halfway down her throat again even before Ron comes home in three days?"

"God, that sounds so weird to hear you say that. I guess maybe I need some time to adjust, too."

"Okay. That's understandable. You're kind of reeling from all the changes too, huh?"

Alan just nodded.

"Why don't we just walk, then? There's no huge rush. Just remember that I've got things under control and I'm going to make sure that you'll have lots of help and fun with Susan, with me, and maybe even with others as need be."

"But what about Ron coming home? Doesn't that spell disaster? I get a tight feeling in my chest just thinking about it."

"Not to worry. Do you trust your Aunt Suzy?"

He nodded.

They kept walking and talking, but Alan's feelings of unease wouldn't go away completely, especially when Suzanne warned him that his mother would likely veer wildly from guilty, indignant prudery to almost uncontrollable lust and back. Several times, or more.

"Sweetie, you'll just have to play along with her when she's upset, and avoid making things worse, but also be ready to indulge her lust when she gets horny. You might see some pretty abrupt mood changes in her, so be ready for that."

"Yeeesh. I have enough problems with my own guilty feelings. Helping Mom through her ups and downs won't be easy. It really bums me out whenever she's unhappy."

"It's so sweet how you love each other so much. Helping each other through problems like this, even when you're hurting yourself, is part of love and growing up. I know you can do it, and I'm proud of you. Be there for her, and before long her unhappy moods will fade away altogether."

"I will."

Katherine missed everything because she happened to come home late that day. But later in the afternoon pretty much the same sequence of events happened to her as happened to Alan. Susan lectured her in a general way about sex and sin. Then Suzanne took her aside and explained that Susan was just going through a phase.

Katherine wasn't that bothered since there wasn't much that she'd actually done wrong that Susan could berate her about, aside from generally acting too provocative around Alan.

Later that afternoon, she asked, "Mom, I've kinda liked wearing more casual clothing around the house. Plus, it's just soooo dang hot lately! Can't I keep doing that?"

"I suppose you can," Susan conceded, "but only within limits, and only until your father gets home on Saturday. Hopefully it will be cooler by then." In more ways than one, Susan thought worriedly. "Is that clear? But don't let me catch you without underwear any more. Our 'no panties' so-called bet is over. Period."

CHAPTER 6 (Wednesday - Thursday, Oct. 16-17)

A new, sober mood settled over the Plummer house. It reflected in what happened when Amy came over that afternoon. Suzanne was consoling Susan in the kitchen while Katherine and Alan were reading in the living room when Amy burst in the front door. She was her usual cheery self. "Hi guys!" she said to the Plummer children as she skipped into the room.

Her cheeriness died as she looked at the others, though a smile lingered on her face (since her normal expression was a smile). Alan and Katherine looked up at her mournfully, while Susan and Suzanne walked out of the kitchen towards her in the living room and looked at her angrily.

"Gosh, did I miss something?" Amy asked cluelessly. "Did somebody die?"

Suzanne glared at her and said acidly, "The only thing that's died is your sense of decency. What are you doing wearing that?"

Amy liked to wear shorts and a T-shirt most every day, and that's more or less what she had on. Except her cut off jeans shorts were so skimpy that they exposed a good deal of ass crack in the rear. Plus her shirt was skin- tight and had a large diamond-shaped hole in it to expose her plentiful cleavage. She hadn't learned of Susan's change of heart yet.

She stammered, "But I thought we had the no undies thingy..."

Suzanne was pretending to go along with Susan's puritan mood so Susan would listen to her more. But it wasn't a stretch for her to criticize Amy's clothes since she was overly protective of Amy to begin with. She barked, "Not any more. We'll explain later. Go home and change out of those clothes this instant!"

Amy bowed her head down sadly. "Yes, Mom."

Even though half the boys at Alan's high school would have dropped their mouths open in shocked delight to see Amy dress like that, Alan hardly even noticed. His libido appeared to have been killed off completely.

Alan was in a state of contemplation and remorse for the rest of the day. He considered himself a good, moral kid, and justified his taboo fantasies with the reasoning that they were just fantasies. In his current state of mind he couldn't actually imagine having sex with either his mother or sister, and could hardly believe his one moment of weakness yesterday when he tried to have sex with his mother. That was the one thing he felt especially guilty about now. He also was very worried about his father coming back home. He couldn't get sexually aroused because he was letting fears like the fear of getting caught overwhelm him.  

Alone in bed that evening, he found he couldn't even get aroused to masturbate. He tried especially hard to block out all exciting thoughts of Katherine and Susan and think of safer targets like his teacher Gloria Rhymer, but he was too depressed to be successfully aroused by anything.

Katherine had a completely different mindset. She had just started to get into acting out her long-held and deeply-forbidden fantasies about her brother, and didn't take well to the new mood sweeping the house. She decided it would be her goal to at least get Alan out of his funk and sexually-minded again.

After dinner Wednesday night, Katherine and Alan continued to sit and talk to each other after Susan left the dining room and kitchen area.

Katherine thought this was a perfect opportunity to tease and arouse Alan, and she began doing so. She exposed her chest to Alan again under the thin excuse of asking his opinion about them (again). Even though he didn't seem as interested as she'd hoped, she persisted in tempting him.

But then a few minutes later, Susan returned and caught her red-handed.

Susan walked right behind Katherine and commented sarcastically and crossly, "Angel, you're shirt has come undone just a bit."

In fact, Katherine had to burrow down through her conservative, highly restrictive clothes (worn to appease Susan) to expose herself. First she had to pull her sweater up, and then she had to unbutton her blouse beneath it. Finally she was able to expose her breasts and was playing with them when Susan walked in. So there was no way her shirt could have come undone by accident, even though she still wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Just a bit?" Katherine said hopefully, praying she wouldn't be punished.

"More than a bit, Angel. I can't believe this! Don't play dumb with me. I know you'll say you're just trying to help stimulate Alan, but these kinds of antics belong in the past. He'll have to get by without our assistance from now on. What if your father was home, for goodness sake? It's my fault for setting a bad example, so I'm not going to get as angry as I should. And please already, I'd appreciate it if you wear a bra."

Luckily Susan didn't think to check what might be exposed under the table - she hadn't figured her daughter would go so far as to expose herself there as well. But actually Katherine hadn't worn any panties either, and she'd taken full advantage of that fact.

Alan had caught on, and had pretended to drop things and look under the table at his sister's hairy pussy all through dinner - he wasn't so distraught and guilty that he would mind a nice flash of pussy.

But after Katherine was chastised, what fun and games there were came to an end. She tried to maintain a lower profile, at least for the time being.

The next day at school, Alan found that not only was he not distracted by sex as usual, but in fact he threw himself into schoolwork with abandon. And that, at least, was a good thing, because his grades had been seriously sliding recently, and college applications and big tests were coming up later in the semester.

His favorite teacher, Ms. Rhymer, pronounced herself pleased at his new demeanor, but secretly she was disappointed. Has he overcome his horniness? If so, there goes my chance to "help him out." Well, maybe it's for the best. I knew the excuse to help him sexually with a medical problem had to be too good to be true.

But then things changed a bit for the better for Alan after he came home from school.

Suzanne had a chance to be alone with him outside by the pool, and said, "You went a little overboard with your mother the day before yesterday, Sweetie. But, on the other hand, she went overboard yesterday in the puritan direction, too. Now, we have to strive for some balance. Are you feeling up for a little penis polishing with my tongue?"

Alan thought. "I dunno. It sounds good... But I am still bummed. On the other hand, I almost feel like I have to force myself, to keep up my daily average. But what about Mom? What if she finds out? Won't she have a fit?"

"She might," Suzanne concluded. "But she'd have a fit as much from jealousy as from moral outrage. She's given me the green light to help you, in theory, but in practice I think it would be very tough for her to see it or hear about it, given her current state of mind."

"Well, I wouldn't want to lie to her about it if she was to ask how I did and what I did on reaching my daily target. And I do have my own issues. Like this whole adultery thing she's been talking about. I know this is a real personal question, Aunt Suzy, but don't you feel guilty for cheating on your husband?"

"No. There's a history between us that you don't know about, some things I've never told anybody, not even Susan, and I never plan on telling anybody. As far as I'm concerned, he and I are roommates living in the same house. We keep up appearances so Amy and Brad can have a welcoming house to come home to, but that's it. I have a high sex drive, so why should I go completely without for years on end, just because my husband is a total ass?"

"Wow, I never knew."

Suzanne continued, "Anything that happens between two adults is fine, as long as both are okay with it, and the actions don't hurt anyone else. And you're already definitely an adult in my book. As long as Susan, Ron, or the others don't catch us, why can't you and I have a little fun since you have to reach your daily target anyway?"

"You mean, anything is okay so long as you don't get caught?"

"I didn't say that! But just as it is sometimes okay to lie, you know, white lies, sometimes even illegal or quote immoral unquote activities can be okay, and even commendable. Like revolutionaries toppling a corrupt government. It all depends on context. And in this context, your Aunt Suzy says helping you with your problem is very okay."

A light bulb went off in her head. "Hey! I've got an idea! We can't sneak off to your room to play because your mother might get suspicious, and we can't sneak off anywhere else and play 'cos you're afraid you might have to lie to her, right? Well, I just got a snazzy new digital camera not that long ago. What if I go back to my house and take some pictures of myself, print them out, and then give them to you? Then you can get off looking at them while doing your thing, and if Susan asks, you can honestly say you were merely looking at some sexy porn."

"Cool! Aunt Suzy, you're just the greatest friend ever. I swear, you're better than having a second mom. I don't deserve you."

"No you don't, but you're stuck with me," she joked.

So Suzanne went back to her house and in the privacy of her office there took a series of X-rated photos. They were printed out and hand delivered to Alan's bedroom by the time he woke up from his nap.

Alan couldn't believe how arousing the pictures were. There were over two dozen, and they followed a strip tease, going from completely dressed to the nines to completely naked. Suzanne was in her element in the pictures, because she loved to show off and tease.

If they weren't sexy enough in and of themselves, Suzanne had also taken the time to write little notes on the backs of each one, making all kinds of tantalizing promises. (She also left a little note making Alan pledge not to share them with anyone else and keep them in a safe place - he had no trouble complying with that.)

For instance, on the last photo, which was of her in her birthday suit, stretching an arm up into the air, she wrote, "I can't believe how hot taking these pictures made me, and thinking of you stroking yourself while looking at them steams me up even more! I think I'm going to have to do a little stroking of my own, thinking about you. Hope you like them, S."

Alan thought, I really am in some kind of bizarro world, now. Why on Earth would a woman like Suzanne would get off thinking about an ordinary kid like me? And to say "hope you like them" - she must be out of her mind - anyone would love them! Heck, I could probably sell these to any porn mag for big bucks. Not that I'd ever betray her trust like that, but they'd be good enough. Jesus!

Looking at the photos, Alan found himself with his first strong erection since Susan had lectured him the afternoon before. He had a great time masturbating to the pictures. And then he went back to them a couple more times before the day was over.

As soon as Alan's libido was restored, he felt less guilty and worried. Before long, he even felt free resuming his fantasies about Susan and Katherine.

Also, as he waited for dinner he finally took up Akami's suggestion and looked up on the Internet what the PC muscle was. He found detailed exercises he could do to strengthen the muscle, which in turn could give him greater control over his orgasms. He started doing the exercises immediately and religiously.

CHAPTER 7 (Thursday, Oct. 17)

Not only was Suzanne working to revive Alan's libido, she was even busier talking with Susan and slowly bringing her out of her guilty mood. Suzanne could be very persuasive, especially since she understood Susan almost better than she understood herself and knew how to push all her buttons.

Still, Susan really only had less than 24 hours of unbridled sexual liberation compared to an entire lifetime of sexual repression, so it was very easy for Susan to fall back to her old ways and very difficult for Suzanne to fight that. The fact that Ron would be back soon was on everyone's minds and made Suzanne's job a lot harder. So far, she'd only had limited success.

When dinner at the Plummer house rolled around that evening, things still seemed normal on the surface. It felt as if all the sexual wildness in recent weeks had never happened. The only evidence that things had ever changed at all in recent weeks was that Katherine dressed more provocatively than she used to.

Alan went back to his room and did his PC muscle exercises some more. But he felt adrift. He was still bummed about the change that had come over Susan and didn't feel like doing his homework. He wandered the house and looked for something to do.

He came across Susan in the kitchen. He was so bored and listless that he was going to ask her if she needed help cleaning up. But then he noticed she was bent forward as if in pain.

"Hey, Mom. Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh hi, Tiger. It's just my shoulders are really sore today. It's driving me crazy. My whole back, actually."

Alan walked over and took a closer look at her. Even though she was wearing her old, conservative clothes, including a blouse and big bow that tried to cover her boobs, his penis grew hard even seeing her in that. The fact that she had her arm clenched underneath her rack, making her mountainous tits stick out ever more than usual had something to do with that, as did the fact that her nipples stuck out more obviously than he could ever recall seeing them when she wore her frumpy clothes. He wondered if it was just that he'd never paid much attention to that kind of thing until recently or if maybe she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Oh here. Let me help you." Alan moved behind her, placed both hands on her shoulders, and began rubbing. "How did you get so sore?"

Her muscles relaxed with his touch. "Well, partly it's these evil things that you love so much." She hefted her boobs up to illustrate what she meant.

That drove Alan absolutely wild. He had to remember to lower his gaping jaw.

She grinned as she caught his reaction out of the corner of her eye. "They're just so damn big that they give me back pain sometimes."

To Alan's great disappointment she let go of her breasts and they jiggled back into place. He couldn't help but let out a big sigh.

Susan couldn't help but flash a wicked smile, but she tried to hide her satisfaction. She said serenely, "Ahhh.... That feels wonderful. But that's not the main reason. Suzanne and I overdid it exercising today, I'm afraid."

This was partly true. Indeed, Susan burned off her sexual frustration by vigorously attacking the exercise machines. However, she didn't mind her sore muscles that much. The real reason she happened to be bent over and panting when Alan saw her was because she'd been daydreaming about last Tuesday, and all the times she'd sucked on her son's ever-ready erection. Since talking to Suzanne before dinner her guilt had gone down and her horniness had gone up.

She was still resisting, but agreed to a massage because she couldn't turn down the opportunity to feel her son's hands on her.

His hands felt as good as she'd hoped and then some. She loved the way he was touching her, even if it was in a non-sexual way and through all her clothing. Her pussy began to lubricate as she fantasized about all kinds of other ways he could be touching her. She felt like her nipples were going to burn through her blouse if they didn't poke a hole through it first.

Alan hadn't really given a massage before, but as he continued to rub her he realized that her back and neck were in fact quite tense. "Let's do this right. Let me give you a serious massage somewhere more comfortable."

"Well, if you insist. But remember the new rules, okay?"

He played up being a servant, and said with a stuffy British accent, "Of course, madam. Your wish is my command."

They moved over to a couch in the living room.

Alan had Susan take off her stiff and formal blouse before she lay down, but she kept her bra on. He began a deep massage of her entire back. He didn't know what he was doing, but she told him when he did something good, or at least she'd respond with an approving moan.

Soon she began to feel a whole lot better. A part of her brain worried that it wasn't the smartest idea to have Alan give a massage when she growing more and more aroused, but these worries were dissolved as her muscle tension melted in his hands.

As his hands caressed her soft yet muscular flesh, he began to think with his libido. I know Suzanne says I should be giving Mom some space for a couple days and all, but what if I can use this to get Mom back to giving me blowjobs? Wouldn't Suzanne be happy that I sped things up? I have to at least try!

He said, "Mom, your bra keeps getting in the way. Don't worry, I'm just going to undo it temporarily."

She was so aroused by now that she could only offer token resistance. "Okay, but promise that you'll behave like a gentleman. Can I trust you?"

"Of course."

A couple of minutes later, Susan said, "You know, my legs are really sore too..."

It was such a blatant hint that Alan couldn't miss it, and he didn't. "Mom, do you want me to do your legs?"

Although her legs were in fact sore, that wasn't why she wanted to be massaged there - she was just plain hot to trot. As she took her slacks off, she cooed huskily, "Son, you can do me there. Do me everywhere." But realizing that was too daring, she added, "With your great massaging fingers."

She sat up to take her slacks off even though it interrupted the massage and it wasn't absolutely necessary for the massage. She consoled herself that she at least was wearing very traditional panties and that it would be no different than being seen in bikini bottoms. The truth was, she just wanted the opportunity to flaunt her naked chest now that her bra was off. She bent over quite a bit while it took an exceedingly long time to remove her slacks. All the while she twisted and turned her upper body just to give her bare breasts a good shake.

She thought, Okay, all I'm doing here is a little visual stimulation to help inspire him later. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? I mean, it's not like I'm sliding his big member into my mouth - that would be wrong. Very wrong. I'm just helping to get it nice and thick and oh so hard!

Her panting grew in intensity. I have to think of my husband! Would he approve of me shaking my rack like some kind of shameless hussy, even if it's for a good cause? I don't think so! But to her consternation, such thoughts only enflamed her lusts.

As Alan watched her, he was so aroused that he wanted to cry. It was nearly impossible for him not to reach out and fondle her chest but he still felt that he had to be cautious with her prudish mindset. So he suffered and fantasized as his erection threatened to rip his shorts apart.

She thought as she tossed her slacks aside, Goodness! I'm pretty much all naked now. Suzanne says that Tiger is a "tit man" and I'm sure that she's right. Here are my tits before his eyes, all full, round, bouncy, and defenseless. What if his big strong hands grasp them, what can I do? I'm no match for such a handsome and well hung son. I'll just have to lie there and take it. Then, when he sticks his fat beefsteak in my face, I'll just have to suck and suck on it until the cum explodes out of it all over my tonsils! That'll show who's who around here and that I've been turned into the family cocksucker!

But shouldn't I be loyal to my husband? Although... Alan effectively is the man of the house now, so really, perhaps, I should be obeying him. The fact that Alan's dick is twice as big as Ron's, doesn't that really show who's boss? Besides, it's not like I have any say in the matter. If Alan's going to completely ravage my helpless naked body, who am I to resist?

If Alan had only known her thoughts, his shorts would have been torn into shreds by his steel throbbing erection. Instead, he feared that he was going too far and worried about an imminent backlash.

As the massage went on, she began to regret the things she'd said lately. I wonder if Alan will massage my breasts. They're really sore and I don't think that's just because the nipples are so hard and crinkly. I have told him that touching my breasts is out of bounds, though. I hope he didn't take me too literally on that! On the other hand, if I correct him on that, I'll look like a hypocrite and a bad mother.

She knew that Alan was so considerate that he wouldn't take advantage without getting a blatantly obvious green light first. So she was at a loss over what to do but she was so out of control horny that she knew she'd have to do something before long. She also was held back by a vague sense that she needed to morally disapprove with what he was doing, though she could no longer remember why.

Her conflict grew worse as his hands worked their way up her legs and reached her thighs and ass. Now she was ready to join him in wanting to cry from sheer sexual frustration.

He slipped his hands under her big "granny panties" to massage her ass cheeks, but that's as far as he'd go.

But then, after about fifteen minutes, he finally upped the ante. "Mom, I'm just about done with your back side. Should I do your front or should we call it a day?"

There was a long silence. In her mind, Susan was shouting, Front! Front! Do the front! Especially my breasts! I love how you love them and I want you to do EVERYTHING to them. Rub your hard-on all over them, please! Then explore my tummy. And keep working down from there, down, down, down! Go all the way to my most needy and naughty place, rubbing your big Johnson all the way down! Slide it up and down my engorged pussy lips!

Her chest was heaving with excitement, but there was enough lingering guilt for her to still resist. The lingering fear that Alan wouldn't be able to stop also gave her pause.

Alan finally said, "Mom? The front?"

She just said, "Okay," in a flat voice. God, please forgive me. I'm such a horrible mother and an even worse wife. She essentially let her mind go blank, so she wouldn't have a conscience nagging at her.

Alan turned her over and just stared at her beauty. He unzipped his fly and poked his throbbing erection through it. He hoped that Susan wouldn't notice he'd done that but he felt he had to take the risk, because he simply couldn't take the strain with his hard-on being all cramped up.

He started on the front side of her shoulders and started downward. That brought him into contact with her tits sooner rather than later. Still considerate and tentative, he asked, "Mom? Should I do, you know, your, uh, breasts? Are they sore too?"

"As a matter of fact they are." She closed her eyes and winced after saying that. I'm so bad! I'm really on some kind of highway to Hell.

Alan wasn't sure if there were even muscles in her boobs which needed a massage (there weren't), but he wasn't about to miss such an opportunity. He noticed she was panting so heavily that he could hardly figure out how to put his hands on her heaving chest.

He put a hand on each breast and held on as her breaths grew even more labored. In his excitement, he went straight for her nipples without any pretense of "massaging" her flesh.

But all Susan said as she huffed and puffed was, "Now, be careful."

There was no doubt by now that the massage had become very sexual. Susan could feel his stiffness occasionally bumping against her skin, but pretended not to notice so he wouldn't get scared and put it away.

Alan did "massage" her breasts, which meant a lot of passionate fondling. But mostly he pinched and twisted her nipples, and lovingly caressed her tits in ways that didn't even make a pretense at a massage.

But Susan kept her eyes closed and her mouth smiling. She continued to purr things like, "Oooh, right there. ... Just like that."

She kept moaning too, But now she was moaning when he did something particularly arousing, instead of when he found a particularly sore muscle. Her chest heaved so much from her arousal that it seemed like her breasts were on a rocking boat in a heavy storm.

Alan spent about ten minutes on her tits, and had been massaging for thirty minutes already. But he wasn't used to such prolonged ministrations and his hands were getting obviously weary.

CHAPTER 8

Finally, Susan said, "Son, you're getting tired. Why don't I repay the favor and massage you for a bit?"

So Alan zipped up his fly (to put her at ease), took off his shirt, and took her place on the couch while she straddled him.

Now that she was on top, she began to speak more as she worked down from his shoulders. "Tiger, maybe I've been going a bit too far with my new attitude. Don't you think? Don't you think it would be okay if we do things like give each other massages from time to time? There's nothing wrong with that, right? It's not like it's sexual or anything, right?"

But even as she said this, her panties were soaked with the juices from her leaking pussy. And those panties were all she wore now. The sexual aroma of her juicy, dripping pussy began to permeate the room.

Alan said all the right things to put her at ease. "I think that's a good idea. After all, what's wrong with a massage? They're healthy and invigorating." Now that Susan had a chance to get used to the new positioning, Alan adjusted his crotch, making sure to let his erection poke out the bottom of his shorts where Susan could see it.

Within a couple of minutes, she'd taken off his shorts and underwear so she could continue down his body and massage his butt.

Alan made sure to keep his long erection pointing down between his thighs instead of pressed up towards his stomach so she could see it resting against the couch as she massaged him. He kept his legs slightly spread so she could have a good view of it.

She thought, Tiger needs an all-over massage, including his cock! Yes, there's no way I can give him a massage without massaging his cock very thoroughly. Plus, it'll help him reach his target. Actually, his target should be my face, heh-heh! Spray it with all that tasty sperm!

Things grew even more sexual as she spent many loving minutes caressing his buttocks. "Tiger, you're such a handsome boy. I'm such a proud mommy. You have such a cute ass. You should be proud too. It must be all that tennis you play."

"Thanks, Mom."

"I'll bet any girl in school would give her right arm to knead your ass cheeks. Even that Ice Queen Christine would thaw out and turn into a total slut for Alan cock if she could see and feel what I'm experiencing right now. She'd spread her legs and beg for you to fill her up. But she's not here fondling your fine ass, your own mommy is!"

Alan was shocked to hear his mother say words like 'slut' and 'cock.' Plus, all of this ass talk was getting Alan hot to get more acquainted with Susan's. Since she'd spent a long time on his ass already, he said, "Not as fine as yours, Mom. In fact, why don't I get back to massaging you for a while, and see just how fine an ass you have?"

She hopped off of him, and said, "Okay, but are you sure you're done with my, uh, upper chest region?"

They both laughed at that euphemism.

"You're right, mom," he conceded. "I'm not quite sure if I'm done there."

As Susan repositioned herself, Alan said with increasingly obvious sexual excitement, "This will be fun. It was a drag to have to work around those big panties of yours earlier."

"Uh-oh! Are you trying to talk your mommy out of her panties? Well, looks like you win again."

She pulled her panties up and off her legs, smiling all the while. "And I see that you're such a naughty boy you're not putting your shorts back on. Naughty, naughty!" She lay down on her back completely naked now. Alan, equally nude, straddled her on the stomach.

He wasn't exactly sure what he was allowed to do, but he was in perfect position to titfuck her. To only add to his confusion, she began to have doubts that they were going too far.

She said in a worried voice, "Tiger, you remember your promise now, right? You're not going to do anything you shouldn't, right?"

Alan agreed, even though he had no idea what "the rules" allowed at this point.

He decided that playing with her tits would be both safe and fun since she'd allowed that a little while earlier. Plus, they were looking incredibly tempting resting right in front of him. He fondled them with total abandon. Then he dropped his head down to suck at her nipples while he mauled the unoccupied tit with his free hand. His engorged penis constantly pressed into her belly. Drops of pre-cum formed at the tip of his penis and slowly drooled onto her skin.

"That's right," Susan said excitedly. "Suck your mommy's titties. Give them a good suck, just like a little baby!" She moaned loudly and repeatedly.

Alan continued like that for some time. But eventually he put one hand on his pre-cum slickened erection and pressed it harder into her stomach. It was hot and burned into her skin, though the sensation was more mental than a reflection of its actual temperature and wetness.

Since Alan had his face in her chest, it was more comfortable if he moved the rest of his body further down, so he did so. As a result, his erection slowly worked its way down her stomach and abdomen until it lay right above her bush.

The aroma from her juicy wet pussy made its way to Alan's nostrils and aroused him even more, if such a thing was possible. He moved a little further down and the glans of his penis actually touched the distended and engorged lips of her now incredibly wet pussy.

That suddenly made her nervous. "Alan, just what do you think you're doing?! Tiger? Please don't put your big, fat thing in Mommy! That would be so very, very naughty!"

Alan wasn't sure if she was being encouraging or discouraging - her words and demeanor sent out a very mixed message, as she only used terms like "big, fat thing" and "Mommy" to further turn him on. Maybe even she wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop or not.

But it became a moot point, because her words excited Alan so much that he suddenly lost all control. He sat up and put both hands on his penis in a desperate attempt to stop an impending orgasm, but it was too late. His cum shot out in torrents right at her bush from mere inches away. Ropes of cum spurted out with tremendous force and splattered all over Susan's body. He was so excited from such a long build up that he felt like he could cum forever. Plus, since he'd only climaxed once in the last twenty-four hours (which he'd done that afternoon while admiring Suzanne's pictures), he had an unusually large cum build up to expel.

The sheer amount and duration of his cum firings further excited the already very excited Susan, and she had a nice orgasm of her own.

By the time Alan was done, it seemed as if Susan was lying in a pool of his cum. His semen was on her stomach, lower abdomen, and thighs from his last ropes as he'd pulled away. But most of it was on her bush, and in fact he couldn't see much of her pubic hair for all the semen covering it.

Alan was amazed at just how much he'd cum - it must have been a dozen ropes. He was sure he'd never cum so much in his life. He wondered if it was because he hadn't climaxed at all in nearly two days. Susan certainly looked like she'd just been fucked, if not gang-banged by a whole bunch of men.

But as soon as he finished cumming, both Susan and Alan's moods completely changed.

Susan cried, "My God, Alan, what the hell have we done? That was supposed to just be a massage! You nearly... Why, you nearly... You know what you nearly did! Leave me now, before you get any other crazy ideas!"

But he countered, "No, I didn't! I really wasn't going to do that. Really! I just got too excited and kind of shot off in that direction."

Susan looked at him accusingly, but softened a bit. "Well, that may be. But still, we went too far! What happened to the non-erotic massage?! What if my husband were to see me like this?! What would he think seeing his wife's bush matted down with her son's sperm?"

She came closer, put her hands on his shoulders, and looked into his eyes imploringly. "Tiger, I need you to be strong for me. I need you to know when to stop because sometimes I don't know when to say no. How did we start with an innocent massage and end with your mother naked and dripping in tasty, gooey sperm? That's not right!"

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'll be better next time, I promise."

"There won't be a next time!" She left the room in a huff.

Alan fled to his room in shame. He lay on his bed and felt like crying. I guess there's no denying it. I really want to fuck my mother. I just can't stop myself! She's just too fuckable. It's like I have an easily-aroused Cindy Crawford for a mom. How am I supposed to control myself? This is so fucked up! I don't know which is worse, that I feel guilty for wanting to fuck her, or that I feel regretful that I came too soon before I COULD fuck her!

He was just about to break down and cry when he heard a knock on his door.

It was Suzanne. She came in and talked to him for a few minutes. She'd been monitoring the "massage" from a nearby room to make sure Alan didn't make any mistakes, but unfortunately there was nothing she could do to fix the sudden disappointing ending. However, she bucked up Alan's spirits and encouraged him to go and talk to Susan.

After a few more minutes, Alan pulled himself together. He put on some clothes and went to find Susan.

She was on her bed crying. She could scarcely believe some of the things she'd thought and said just a short time before.

"Mom, I'm really sorry," he said as he knocked on her open door. He noticed she was fully dressed and cleaned up now. "It's just this medical treatment I have. Obviously, we both are still learning how to deal with it and sometimes we get confused."

"You damned well better be sorry!" she said angrily as she looked up. But her mood completely changed on a dime to one of self pity. "You're right. I'm confused. So confused!" She raised her hands to her face and resumed sobbing into them.

Alan, following the advice Suzanne just gave him, said, "Mom, of course you're confused. Anyone in your shoes would be confused. But I think you're doing a great job. You've quickly adapted and done things that are totally against your usual way of doing things, just because you love me and want to help me."

Susan, however, just sobbed some more. She said into her hands, "I wish that were true. Unfortunately, I'm not doing all this just for you. Sometimes I like it too much, for my own bodily desires. Gaaawwdd, I'm such a horrible mother!"

Alan sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her in a comforting manner.

"Come on, Mom, don't be so hard on yourself. I was talking to Suzanne about this, and we both agree. There's nothing shameful about you feeling good when you help me. In fact, it's a very good thing."

Susan finally looked up into his eyes, just to see if he was crazy. "A GOOD thing?! Are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious. Just think about it. Mom, I love you and I want to see you happy, and I know for a long time that you haven't been that happy. But lately, you've been doing and feeling great! Haven't you?"

"Well, yes, sometimes, but other times I feel just awful."

"That's because guilt is holding you back. But there's nothing wrong with feeling good, when it comes from helping out another person with their medical treatment."

Susan stared off in the distance with a new devilish gleam in her eye. "Suzanne keeps telling me that, but it just doesn't sit right with me. Thanks for caring, though." She leaned into him and threw her arms around him. "Son, we help each other out, don't we? What would I do without you?" She kissed him on the cheek.

But she suddenly changed her mind and pulled her arms away. "Wait. Scratch that. Why don't you sit a little farther away? Let's not get started again."

He did so.

She continued, "It's not that I don't want to hug you, but I think we should avoid touching each other for a while. I mean, I know the massage started off innocently enough; I was really sore, and you were just helping out. But once you start touching me like that, I lose control. You don't know how sensitive my breasts are. Once you start touching me there, I start to think and do crazy things. So please. It's not your fault, exactly. Let's just forget this ever happened, and go back to how things used to be. No touching! Your father will be here the day after tomorrow, so we can't touch each other in any improper manner, not even abnormality checks, not even the most innocent massage. Suzanne's going to be helping you all by herself. Are you okay with that?"

He hung his head. "Okay." He would have been very sad, except Suzanne had warned him Susan would come to some kind of conclusion like that and to just go along with it. She promised to make sure Susan's plan wouldn't come to pass.

That evening Alan spent a long time on his PC muscle exercises, and "admiring" the pictures Suzanne gave him. Dang, if only I had more control, Mom would be all "sexified" again instead of going back into her moralistic funk. I'm not going to blow it like that if another chance comes along. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't cum right then, but I want my mind to be in control of my penis, not the other way around!

CHAPTER 9 (Friday, Oct. 18)

Alan woke on Friday morning feeling uncertain. He didn't know whether to expect the "new" Susan or the "old" one, and the return of Ron loomed ever nearer.

As it was, Susan was definitely in a prudish and conservative mood. So Alan was careful to be on his best behavior. He didn't say or do the slightest thing that could be construed as sexually provocative.

But that same morning, Katherine soon found herself with a very big problem. She had continued to go without bras and panties, and dressed as scantily as Susan would allow. She was having so much fun with Alan that she didn't want it to end. That morning she had put on her cheerleader uniform because there was a big football game Friday afternoon, and the cheerleaders wore their uniforms all day long on game days to help build school spirit.

At breakfast, she had tried to flash him a view of her pussy under her very short, red cheerleader skirt. The danger of getting caught by her newly stern mother as she cooked breakfast was severe, but that just added to the challenge and the excitement. She did manage to catch Alan's eye with her stunt, and succeeded in getting some reaction out of him, despite his glum face.

But the underwear cabinet next to the front door was now gone in anticipation of their father coming back, so when she left she forgot to put her panties back on.

It wasn't until she was just about to enter the school building for her first class when she felt a breeze between her legs and realized, Oh God! I don't have any panties on under my cheerleader skirt!

She immediately snapped her legs shut, and wondered in fear if anyone had noticed. She looked around and decided that no one had, as she'd just stepped out of her mother's car a few minutes earlier. She decided she had no choice but to go to her first class, and meanwhile try to figure out what to do.

She remained hyper-aware of her condition, and kept her legs tightly closed until the class ended. Then she hurried through the halls in search of her brother.

She figured, Alan's the only one I can tell this problem to. And he has to find a solution, because I can't think of anything. What am I supposed to do, just ask a friend if I can wear her panties? No way, and no one would agree to that anyways!

She found him near the end of the break period, and they quickly made plans to meet again in a quiet place after the end of the next class.

An hour later, she immediately ran up to him and said, "Brother, I've got a big problem! I forgot to wear panties today. And I have cheerleader practice for my last class today, and then we go cheer for the big football game after school! What am I going to do?"

"Why did you forget something like that?" he asked.

"Never mind about that, there's no time!"

They quickly ruled out possibilities. The school had fences all around it, and no one was allowed to leave the school grounds for lunch. Even if one could escape, there was nowhere to go nearby to buy a pair of panties, as the school was in the middle of very residential area. They were talking about maybe having her finding some way to fake a sickness and skip out of school when they both had to hurry back to class.

At the next class break, they continued the discussion from where they left off.

Alan immediately said, "I've been thinking, and I have a crazy idea that just might allow you to attend the game. But it's really crazy. I'm sure you'll say no."

"What is it? I'm ready for anything."

"This sounds weird, but what if we painted a pair of panties on? All the cheerleaders wear black undies. I could get some black paint from art class and paint you during lunch. It's quick-drying."

Katherine thought about it. She wasn't big on the idea, but it sounded like something really kinky she could do with her brother. Brother would have to get really up close and personal with my naked pussy to do the painting, heh-heh. But what if I get caught? I'll be made a laughingstock!

"What about, you know, my hair down there?" she asked.

"Luckily, your hair is almost black, and the cheerleader underwear is black. And you keep it closely trimmed. That's why I was thinking it just might work. If worse comes to worse, we could shave that off. But you never know. Do you have to do a lot of kicks and stuff like that? I wouldn't worry about the game, 'cos you'll be at least fifty feet from the stands. More like a hundred from where most everyone sits. It's the practice in your last class that you should worry about."

She couldn't resist a tease. She leaned against him and asked: "How do you know my hair down there is almost black? Have you been peeking?"

"It's pretty much the same color as the dark brown hair on your head, silly."

She teased some more, "How do you know then that I keep it closely trimmed? It sounds like you're intimately familiar with the appearance of my pussy."

Alan tried his best to remain businesslike and ignored the teasing. "You've been flashing it enough! Anyways, if we do this, I'm going to have to get a lot more familiar with it, if I'm going to paint you. We have to be quick: do you want to do this or not?"

She quickly considered the plusses and minuses. Finally she said, "This could be the biggest mistake of my life, but I'll do it. Anything for you, Big Brother!"

"For me?" he asked quizzically. "I'm doing this to help YOU. In any case, meet me at the start of lunch in the north end of the hallway, upstairs. There's a supply closet we can use there. But hurry. We'll have to use every minute of lunch, and there'll be no time to eat, I'm afraid. If it doesn't work, or if someone starts to suspect, I'll just announce that you're sick, and help you get back home."

So they ran off back to class. Alan was able to secure the black paint and brushes from his art classroom during his next break.

Now he just had to get through Ms. Rhymer's class. Again, Alan gave her the impression of being distracted, but for once it wasn't because of sex. He was thinking about the logistics of the paint job and the odds of the idea succeeding.

Brother and sister both breathlessly ran to the supply closet at the end of fourth period. Katherine of course ran with her hands on the front and back of her groin region, to make sure her very short skirt didn't go flying up. Her skirt only extended about two inches below her pussy.

CHAPTER 10

The both ducked into the supply closet as soon as the coast was clear.

Katherine immediately saw why Alan had chosen it. It was like a narrow hallway, and it had a door to a smaller supply closet towards the back.

They went into that room and turned on the light. There was so much stuff everywhere that there wasn't much room for two people, but they managed. The back room meant that someone could still open the door from the hallway, and hopefully not have any idea people were in the farther closet.

"Turn around, pull up your skirt, and pin it to your sides with your arms," said Alan in a commanding whisper. "You're going to have to stay in that position for a while."

Alan now squatted only inches from his sister's butt. He added, "We'll do the ass first, 'cos it should be easier. Actually, with the butt it'll be easier if you bend over so you don't have to hold the skirt up."

Katherine bent over completely, allowing Alan to not only study her butt in great detail despite the darkness of the room, but also to examine every intimate nook and cranny of her pussy.

The sight took his breath away. In actual fact, the only pussy he'd been able to closely examine so far was Suzanne's, and even then he'd had limited time. Now he could really take his time and even touch it as much as he desired.

He leaned forward until his face was just inches away from her ass. He deeply inhaled the combination of aromas from her ass and her pussy. All the smells made his erection strain. It took all his willpower not to lean forward and lick the puckered entrance to her anus.

Finally, he continued, "Here, you draw with your hands on your butt exactly where the cut of the black underpants you wear with your cheerleader skirt goes."

She reached behind and drew two lines with her hands. It was exactly the same as the tan lines from her bathing suit, which made his job easy.

Alan was actually amazed at just how revealing the cheerleader outfits were, considering they were for high school teenagers.

He immediately began painting and tried to imagine he was just painting a statue. He thought the painting might take the whole lunch period, which would leave no time for it to dry. "This is a special oil-based paint, and it dries fast," he said while he painted. "You're lucky I'm taking art this semester so I have access to these supplies! Because it's oil-based, it won't smear or come off if you get it wet with sweat or whatever."

"When I think about your face only a couple inches from my butt, I'm afraid there might be a lot of leakage of 'whatever' before too long," Katherine giggled.

"Come on!" he urged. "Let's get serious here. There's no time to play around."

"Does that mean you'll play around with me later, when we have more time?" she teased.

He chided, "Don't tease or you'll leave here with just half of a black butt!"

He sped on, but he was actually pleasantly surprised at how fast the painting went. Within three minutes, he had pretty much painted all of her ass. He mostly used a wide brush but switched to a narrow brush for the edges.

"I'm almost done with the back," he proudly announced.

"I think you need to pay more attention to the crack," she said seductively. "And I would rather you stick something thicker in there than that skinny little stick you're using. I know just the thing, and you have it in your pants," she giggled.

He laughed too, but was disturbed and nervous. Would she really want me to fuck her? Especially after Mom's new attitude? "Katherine, I'm shocked! You never used to talk like that before."

"Well, I've never had my brother paint my butt before!"

They both laughed again. Despite himself Alan found that he was getting over his morose feeling he'd had all day due to his recent tribulations with Susan.

"Sssshhh... No more jokes; we have to keep it down. People use this closet sometimes, you know. Okay, now we have to do the front."

"Oh, goody! The act we've all been waiting for!" she giggled.

"Come on, Sis, you're making this very hard."

"There are other parts of you I'd rather make hard. Maybe next time, I can paint YOUR privates? I know what part I'd like to spend a long time on! Then afterwards we can test if the paint's dry enough by sticking it in a certain hole."

"Sis, do you realize what you're saying?! Do you really mean that?" Alan wasn't really sure what he wanted when it came to that. As much as he was attracted to her, she was his sister, and it was a huge step to take.

"Sorry, Bro. It's just that, especially since Mom and Suzanne turned all fuddy-duddy, I thought a little teasing could do you a world of good."

"Thanks, I guess - but we're losing precious time. I'll put the brushes down and hold up your skirt while you draw the cut of your panties in the front. You'll have to stand up for this part." She quickly stood and indicated the area to be painted. It covered the entire V-shaped area between her legs and a little more than her tan lines.

He painted as fast as he could, and went right down to the edge of her bush. Again he traced the outlines first with a small brush, and then quickly filled in the rest with a larger brush.

"I may have to get a little paint on the edge of your bush," he said as he got near to finishing all but her most private region. He actually painted over her pubic hair along all the edges.

'That's okay; you can do anything with my bush that you like."

"Katherine! Don't talk like that!"

"But it's so fun! It's just teasing."

"I think the new Katherine is dangerous."

"I'm only like this with you."

"Dangerous for me then. In any case, I think I'm done with the painting. Why don't you step back, and I'll try to step back, and then I'll see how it looks."

She stepped back, and then whispered in a little girl's voice, "Oh no, old man, don't look at my cute little virgin pussy! The wind has blown my skirt up and I can't get it back down! What ever will I do?"

"Very funny. Ha-ha. Sorry little girl, but I'm afraid of one thing. It's possible to see your pussy lips. Especially if you get excited like you are now, your pink pussy lips will stand out from a mile away."

"Uh-oh," she said now in her normal voice. "Does that mean the whole thing won't work?"

"Well, I could try painting them too, I guess, but I don't know if the paint will stay on."

"Oh goody!" she said again in her little girl's voice. "Now the dirty old man is going to touch my pussy!"

"Only with my paintbrush, you evil little girl. And before you start making lewd comments about my paintbrush and the size thereof, may I remind you that if you get wet down there, I can't paint. So think and say nothing but wholesome thoughts. Better yet, don't say anything at all, 'cos I have the feeling anything you say today is going to come out horny."

She giggled. "All right, I'll think completely wholesome thoughts about your penis. And wholesome thoughts about how you're going to stick it in my hole some."

Alan couldn't help but laugh at her pun, and laughed even more than usual to relieve his tension. But he said, "Okay, that's it. Don't talk at all, period. I'm serious."

Using the detail brush, he painted her pussy lips. They actually were already fairly wet. He tried to dry them off as best he could with the back of his hand, and then painted some more.

Katherine, meanwhile, actually did her best to keep her mouth shut.

To Alan's surprise, the paint stuck even there, on parts of her pussy lips which were normally hidden from sight. It was really the perfect paint to use, he reflected.

"All right, you're lucky," he finally said. "This paint is so amazing, I could probably paint Jell-O with it. Now all we have to do is wait for it to dry."

"Thanks a lot, Big Brother. Can I talk now?"

"No! Not unless it's completely nonsexual."

"Then I have nothing to say," she teased.

Five minutes went by. Katherine continued to stand there with her skirt bunched up around her waist, and her lower region completely exposed. From a distance, now it really looked like she wore black panties. Alan had even drawn on the sides of her hips to imitate the little stretches of cloth which connected the front of her panties to the back.

The only jarring thing that really gave away the paint job was her pussy hair. Luckily, it was very closely trimmed. Without the hair, Alan was sure the paint job could fool anybody, given that whole area usually was under a skirt, and she was likely to only give brief flashes to a distant crowd. The only problem was if someone like the other cheerleaders got a good view from a few feet away.

Another five minutes went by. He finished the painting about ten minutes after lunch began, and the paint had dried for ten minutes already. The skirt continually slipped down, but it didn't really matter - he touched the paint and noticed it was already almost dry.

There was another twenty minutes before the forty-minute lunch period was over. The paint job looked pretty good. The only problem was some lightness in the pussy lip area and the fact that the bush stood out a bit. But overall it was hard to tell that anything was amiss.

He finally spoke up. "You know, if I would've known we would have had this much time, I would have tried to find something so we could have shaved your hair all off. Then it would be completely convincing."

"Don't worry," she replied. "We can do that next time."

"Next time? What are you talking about? There won't be a next time!"

"Don't get your panties in a bunch," she chided.

"If I had panties to get in a bunch, I'd loan them to you..."

"And then we wouldn't have to do this." She finished his sentence. "I know."

"Hey, do you have a bag lunch in your backpack?" he asked.

"I do," she answered.

"We still have about twenty minutes to eat lunch, so why don't we share it?"

They did. Alan held up her skirt while she ate her half of a sandwich. They chatted about things at home.

"You know, Brother," Katherine said, suddenly changing the subject, "This room is really perfect. Not just for painting people's privates, but for doing other things with those privates as well. I'm surprised people don't come into here to make out, or to have sex. Or do they?"

"They don't, 'cos you have to be a goody-goody teacher's pet like me to be able to get a key to come in here in the first place. Didn't you notice that when I unlocked the door?"

"Who did you get it from? No, wait, let me guess. Ms. Rhymer."

"Good guess."

"I have a really nasty thought."

'Those are the only thoughts you're having today!"

"Yeah, well, this is a really erotic experience. Do you know how sexy it is to imagine the hundreds of people in the stands today who will be looking at my completely naked pussy? At any time someone might realize I'm not wearing panties at all, and then they'll tell the next person, and soon the entire crowd will know. And then everyone will forget about the game, and stare only at me. Maybe they'll all decide that-"

"Whoa, whoa, there!" Alan interrupted. "Before you get too carried away in your slutty little fantasy, remember that the paint is still drying."

"All right, party pooper. Anyways, it's good to keep the lips engorged a bit. Trust me, it's really erotic. I wonder how I'm going to stop from leaking like a broken faucet. Everyone will realize what's up when they see all the liquid pouring down my legs, and then I'll..."

"Time for a change of subject!" Alan interrupted again. "I'm afraid to ask, but what's this nasty thought of yours you were going to say earlier?"

"Oh yeah, that. What if you don't return the key to Ms. Rhymer? Just say you forgot. I know a place that'll make a copy of any key, and then return it on Monday. And then you or I, or you AND I, could come in here any time, and do whatever we want!"

"I'm not even gonna go there and ask what we'd be doing in here," Alan said. "Don't you know how much trouble I could get in for doing that with the key? Especially with Ms. Rhymer. She'd never forgive me for breaking her trust and I really like her. I don't want her mad at me."

"Well, if she's so mad at you, maybe she could take you in here and give you a proper spanking. Wouldn't you like that? And then when she's done spanking you, then I could think of some things she and I could do to your sore, red butt that would make it feel all better again," Katherine giggled.

"Sister. Really! Get a grip on reality. Anyways, it's not like that between me and her. I don't think of her that way. She's just a, uh, mentor-type figure."

"Yeah, right! I know what subject you'd like her to mentor you in, and it isn't history. Come on, she's hot. I'd do her! Everyone at home knows how you feel about her, so don't deny it."

Alan just had an "aw, shucks," expression as he stared at his feet.

Then, suddenly changing the topic slightly, Katherine added, "You know what? This would be a great room for you to take Christine to, as well. Bring her here on some nerdy pretext, and then whip out that impressive penis of yours, and say, 'Worship this, baby!'"

"Katherine, have you completely lost your mind? Do I look like the kind of guy who'd say 'worship this, baby' in a million years? And if I did, the only question is which karate kick would she use on me first. Anyways, she's not interested in me in the slightest!"

She kidded, "So you like the idea of doing the nasty with her in here, you just don't want to use that phrase?"

"Sis, you're kinda freaking me out, man. It seems like you're thinking really, really unwholesome thoughts about me. You know about mom's rules. That's just not right."

"Sorry, but you don't know how erotic this all is? I mean, you've been staring at my pussy for a good half hour now. I suppose you're just 'checking out the paint job.'" She said the latter part in a mock serious tone. She would have made quote marks in the air if she could have used her hands.

Alan didn't have anything to say to that, because he was busy checking out and memorizing every detail of her pussy the entire time.

CHAPTER 11

Changing subjects, Katherine said, "This is even better than that day you rubbed all of our naked bodies with suntan lotion."

Alan didn't need to be reminded of that. It seemed like weeks has passed, but it was in fact only four days earlier when he applied lotion to the naked backsides of Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine as they sat by the pool.

Alan was already extremely hard and horny, trapped in a tiny space with his even hornier sister. Thinking about the pool incident just made him even more frazzled. He had really unwholesome thoughts about his sister, too, but tried his best to deny that fact to himself. But he couldn't resist asking, "Oh yeah. Whatever happened that day, after I left?"

"We all flipped over to our front sides, but unfortunately you had scampered away. Suzanne had many more fun ideas to torture you with. But since you'd left, she told Susan and me in great detail what the two of you just did, and how you reached orgasm in the pool just a few feet away from us. The three of us were completely wasted on alcohol by the time you came to the pool, by the way."

"I noticed that."

"Yeah. Well, we all sat there next to each other totally naked, and there was definitely some kind of lesbian buzz in the air, mostly radiating from Suzanne. She definitely has a healthy sex drive!"

"I noticed that too." He chuckled while he fondly remembered some of the things he'd done with Suzanne recently.

"I know you have, Big Bro. You make me jealous just thinking about you and her together, and all the fun you two have been having. Anyways, as soon as you left, we all wanted to frig ourselves really bad. Especially after hearing Suzanne's story. But we were still too shy to do it with the other two there. Or at least I was. I doubt at least if Suzanne cared."

She continued, "But then Suzanne suggested that we could use the pool just like you did. So Mom jumped in and quickly brought herself off. She was desperate for relief by that point. Then she got out, and I did the same. I stood right where you stood to do it not long before. By the time I got back, Suzanne had already gotten herself off just sitting on the lawn chair. Susan must have watched that from close up, but I'm not sure. You couldn't miss the puddle of cum Suzanne left on her chair, though."

She went on, "But getting ourselves off didn't seem to cool us down at all. I think a lot of it had to do with being naked outside for the first time. You know, the thrill that anyone could be watching, and checking each other out, too. We were so fucking hot, all of us. Squirming around in our chairs. Putting on more lotion, constantly. Suzanne kept suggesting that you'd go to the window of my room to spy on us, and we all kept looking up to the second floor, half expecting to see you. But you never spied on us, you dummy."

Alan answered, "No, I honestly didn't. I masturbated and then fell asleep. I hate getting so tired and having to take a nap every day, but I can't help it."

Katherine continued, "That's why you need our help with your cock. That's why you have to have your sister lick it for you and make it all better. Aren't we all so lucky you have that problem?"

She made a move towards him, but he said, "Hey! Remember about keeping it cool?"

She stuck her tongue at him with a pout and continued, "Anyways, I remember laying there by the side of the pool with my feet dangling in the water. Suzanne stood up in the water and looked at me in a really sultry way. We were all so horny, so fucking out of control horny."

She fanned herself, as if overcome by sexual heat. "Speaking for myself, I was ready to fuck a rock, a carrot, an elephant - anything. So Suzanne was looking pretty good. She asked me if I needed more suntan lotion. I could tell she wanted to put it all over me, even though Susan was sitting right there. But I told her no. I got a little scared. Things broke up not long after that. And then we all left and diddled with ourselves in private. At least, I know I did!"

She sighed in fond remembrance. "I'll tell you, Bro, the whole thing was about the hottest, sexiest experience I've ever had. Especially when you were still there and putting lotion on me. If you would have come back later, we would have all been lining up, on our hands and knees, our naked asses wiggling with desperation, begging to be the one who got to be fucked first!"

Alan dismissed the idea. "You're just saying that. You're exaggerating, just like the comment about the elephant." To himself he thought, There's a mental image I'm not going to be able to get out of my head for a while!

"Maybe, Big Brother. Maybe. Or maybe it was just the heat of the moment. Or the alcohol. I think Mom actually got ill later. You know how alcohol affects her so easily. In any case, if you would have come back down it would have been a load of fun, I guarantee you that. ... You don't think Suzanne had lesbian tendencies, do you?"

"Of course not. I can attest first-hand that she very much likes men."

"I'll bet you can!" Katherine giggled.

"She was probably just carried away by the situation, like straight guys being temporarily gay in prison."

"Yeah, I guess that's it," Katherine said, but she wasn't so sure.

"Um, Sister, maybe this isn't the best time to ask this, but you said something earlier in your little girls' voice about your 'little virgin pussy.' Was that just playing, or are you still a virgin?"

"Thanks for asking about my pussy! I'd be happy to tell you all about it, any time!" she giggled some more. "Honestly, I've given some handjobs, and gone down on some guys, but whenever I get serious with some guy, Mom yanks my chain and makes me dump him. They're never good enough for her little angel. So I'm still technically a virgin. That's okay though, 'cos I'm trying to save myself for my brother."

That was partially the truth. In reality, she hadn't done much at all with other guys because of her lust for her brother, and the only reason she dated other guys at all was because she thought her feelings for him were completely unrealistic and she was trying to "cure" herself of them. But then everything changed.

"Sis, you can't talk that way! It's really disturbing me. Teasing is one thing... But remember the limits! I'll just chalk it down as you getting too excited because of the whole paint job."

"You do that. It's just teasing, anyways. And my hymen broke when I was a kid, so you won't have to worry about the blood when you push your big, thick cock in my tiny, tight, ready and waiting pussy. I'm sure that must be why you asked."

"Katherine! What if someone heard you talking?" She wasn't far off on why he was curious, but he still fiercely resisted crossing over from fantasy into reality.

"You know I'm not really serious, 'cos that would be wrong, wouldn't it? Or am I serious? Wouldn't you like to know!" She laughed again.

All of a sudden Alan remembered the time, and then looked at his watch. "Oh my God! There's only a few minutes left before the end of lunch. Let's check to see if you're dry now."

Ever since he'd stopped painting, both Alan and Katherine had been standing, so he couldn't really look at her exposed privates, especially since he had desperately tried to maintain eye contact. But now he let the skirt down, then got down on his knees behind his sister and stuck his head underneath the skirt. The idea was this would allow him to see and touch the paint job, but really he just wanted to get his nose back to within inches of his sister's pussy.

It was actually too dark to see that way, but he didn't care. He ran his hands over her butt, ostensibly to check if the paint was dry. It was, but he checked it for another minute or so, "just to be sure." He then pried open her pussy lips with his fingers, and took an even longer time to determine that the paint was dry even there. He deeply inhaled the smell of Katherine's nether regions, and liked it.

He was tempted to put his nose straight into her pussy lips when Katherine finally spoke, playfully suggesting, "You know, if you really want to make sure the paint is dry, it might be more accurate to check with your tongue."

"Ha-ha, Sister," he said humorlessly, even though he was thinking the same thing. He felt things were going too fast though, and was trying not to encourage her. "You really are too much to take, do you know that?"

"I know. But seriously, I want to be able to help you too. You know, what Mom and Suzanne are doing. Rubbing your penis. I'm happy to help, too. I want to hold your penis, too. And rub it. And suck it, even! Why haven't you asked me to help you in that way yet? I've been waiting for it, eagerly! I'm completely serious this time. You can't say it's 'cos I'm your sister, 'cos Mom has been helping you, too. But now that she's gone all moral, it should be my turn to take over."

Alan used his hands to motion Katherine to turn around, and she did. He now used his hands to run all over the front of her crotch. He even ran his hands through her pubic hair, even though there was no paint there. The only reason he did it was because her talk made him so hot.

"She has, hasn't she?" he said, to buy time.

"Yeah. I'm not too surprised. There really must be an intense battle raging inside her. Not with me, though. I'll soooo ready to help out! So how 'bout it?"

After thinking for a while of a suitable response to her suggestion, he finally said, "Um, Sis, I'm certainly wowed by that offer, but now's not the time to talk about that. We've got to run to class." He was very conflicted about the idea, and didn't really know what he wanted.

"All right," Katherine sighed. "God, I want to suck it, though." Her whole ass started to shake inches from Alan's nose in response to the movement of his hands.

He watched with fascination as a few drops of cum dripped out of her opened pussy lips.

She continued, "But tell me one thing. Is it that you don't find me attractive? I know I'm not a bombshell like Mom and Suzanne..."

"Katherine, you are too a bombshell! I find you extremely attractive." He spoke directly into her pussy. "That's the problem. God, you're so hot! You're centerfold material. Seriously. But you're eager. TOO eager. That's the bigger problem. Where would it all lead?"

Alan ran his hands over her pussy lips in a most un-brotherly like manner, and "accidentally" tweaked her clit. But realizing the bell for class would ring in a minute or two, he used all of his remaining willpower to stand up and take his hands off of his sister. "See? Look. I can hardly control myself, and you're not telling me to stop like you should."

"Why should you stop, or we stop, when it feels so good?"

Alan ignored the question and instead suggested, "Try not to move around when you sit. Now, let's get out of here! Remember that little thing called class?" He slapped her on the butt playfully.

CHAPTER 12

There were two class periods after lunch. Katherine's paint job dried completely in fifth period. Sixth period was her cheerleader practice. Since the cheerleaders had a football game to cheer at immediately afterwards, they only had a light practice of stretches, warm ups, and a review of what they would be doing later during the game. They practiced on a little-used lawn that was separated from the football field only by a chain-link fence. The football players could see them from about 100 yards away while they also got ready for the game.

Until now, Katherine was almost certain that no one would notice her paint job. And the paint job was so convincing, she made it through most of her cheerleader practice before there was any trouble.

The head cheerleader's name was Heather. She was gorgeous. She lived the clichéd life of going out with the star quarterback on the football team, and she was a near-certain lock for both Homecoming Queen and the Most Popular award later in the year.

She had long blonde hair that she usually wore in a ponytail, pouty red lips, shining eyes, and a deeply tanned, tall body. It was rare for someone so blonde to be so tanned, and it was because she worked at it. It was rumored that even her most private places were just as tanned as the rest of her, and it was true. But it was both her tits and perfect facial features which won her fame at school.

On the inside, she actually was an immoral, stuck up, horny bitch that cheated on her boyfriend all the time. She was demanding and domineering with all the people she knew. Her haughtiness however seemed to only make her more popular.

There were six cheerleaders on the varsity squad: Heather, Amy, Katherine, Kim, and two others named Janice and Joy. Because of budget cuts which lead to a great teacher shortage, plus Heather's previous years of experience and some kind of mysterious power play she pulled, there really was no teacher looking after them. As a result, Heather had complete control over the squad. Behind her back, the others not-so-jokingly called her "Little Hitler" for the way she ran the squad. More commonly, they just called her "bitch."

Heather faced the other five as she led the exercises, so only she was in a position to notice the others. With the class getting near the end, she finally noticed something odd about Katherine, something about the way she was protecting her body, but couldn't put her finger on it. Suspicious, she ordered them all to do a variety of warm up exercises.

She found out why Katherine was acting strangely during one stretching exercise where they pulled one of their legs all the way up to their heads as they stood.

Heather walked over to her. One of Katherine's legs pointed straight up towards the sky. She put her hand on Katherine's butt, under the skirt, as if to help her stretch even higher. Heather's hand slid up a bit, and then she felt the lack of any underwear. Whoa! What do we have here? she thought. It's just as I thought, but I can't believe it!

"Katherine, are you having trouble with your stretch?" With her other hand Heather reached straight for Katherine's pussy, and stuck a finger inside it.

Katherine silently gasped. "Um, n-no! I-I-I'm good!" She stammered.

"I don't know," said Heather. "You feel really... tight." She stuck a second finger into Katherine's pussy as she said that.

Heather favored sex with men. However, she was bisexual and couldn't miss a golden opportunity like this with such a beautiful girl as Katherine. She wiggled her two fingers deeper into Katherine's pussy.

Katherine gasped in horror. To any distant outside observer, it looked like Heather was merely trying to hold her up with both hands to prevent her from falling.

"I think it's good if you loosen up," Heather suggested with a smirk. "I think you may have a strained muscle or something." She plowed two fingers in and out of Katherine's pussy as discretely as she could manage, given the other cheerleaders stood exercising a few feet away. Heather was not only very sexually active, but she also loved the thrill of danger.

"Um, whatever you say," said Katherine. She was petrified. She looked over towards the other cheerleaders, and luckily they continued their exercises, oblivious. But Katherine knew that with a few words to alert them, the bitchy Heather could now completely destroy her. She was totally at Heather's mercy.

Heather wanted to have more fun with Katherine, but she knew she couldn't right then because all the other cheerleaders waited for her, especially since it was game day. If she delayed any longer, they would start to look closely at her hold on Katherine, and the gig would be up.

So she thought: How can I take advantage of this? If I can't enjoy this right now, then I'll hand Katherine over to someone who can, and then join in the fun later.

She walked back in front of the group and looked over the other cheerleaders. What about Kim? She's a total lesbian, I know that. She'll definitely like this, and will owe me one.

"Kim," said Heather, "I'm worried about Katherine. I think she's got a muscle cramp coming on, but doesn't want to admit it. Can you take her over there" - she pointed to a spot on the lawn about 25 yards away - "and help her get limbered up? I think the cramp is right in the front groin area, so don't miss that."

Heather smiled like a shark that just found its next meal. She'd picked a spot in the opposite direction from where all the other cheerleaders faced. That way, she could see what Kim was doing as she led the practice, but the other cheerleaders couldn't. But there was always the possibility any of them might turn around, especially if she stared in that direction too much.

Kim and Katherine walked away from the others.

Kim had medium-length, brown hair, and was the shortest person on the team. She was about as beautiful as everyone else on the cheerleading squad, who all looked like stereotypically gorgeous Southern California cheerleaders. She was also the youngest on the squad in both appearance and maturity level. She and Katherine were also the only two new members of the cheerleading squad this year.

The two of them walked to the spot Heather indicated and then stopped.

Katherine's heart was beating in fear like a loud drum. With traffic noise and other noise of the outdoors, they were pretty much of out earshot of the other cheerleaders, unless one of them said something loud.

"All righty, let's see what the problem is," said Kim as she flipped up the front of Katherine's skirt. The black paint job and black haired pussy stared back at her.

"Oh my..." was all Kim could say.

"Please have mercy!" whispered Katherine. "Just don't tell anyone! It was an accident!"

Kim's facial expression changed as she suddenly realized the position of power she was in.

Katherine trembled in fear. It was one thing to tease her brother, whom she dearly loved. It was another thing altogether to be at the mercy of someone she disliked, like Heather, or didn't know well, like Kim. The two of them hadn't known each other until cheerleading practices began a few weeks before.

Kim put a finger into Katherine's already very wet pussy, and noted that Katherine didn't say or do anything about it. So she began to piston in and out of it with her finger.

"An accident, huh?" Kim finally said after a minute or so passed. "Somehow you just accidentally got painted-on underwear? How does that happen by accident?"

"It's a long story. Are you going to tell anyone? Please don't tell anyone!" Katherine pleaded.

"Well, that depends. Are you going to cooperate?"

"Yes. Yes. Anything!"

"Goody! Anything? So you don't mind if I do this?" She took three fingers and stuffed them all in Katherine's pussy.

Katherine gasped at the massive intrusion, but didn't say anything. She didn't want to attract any more attention. It was bad enough that Heather was constantly looking over in their direction.

Kim prodded, "I asked you a question. Do you mind?"

"N-n-no. I don't mind." Katherine shuddered in both fear and horniness.

"Cool. Let's get down on the ground and make it look like we're stretching. Let's sit just the right distance so we're one arm's length from each other when we're all stretched out. Then I'll reach over and put my hands in your pussy, but it'll look like I'm doing a full stretch. Then your reach over and put your fingers in mine. Think you can handle that?"

"Yes," Katherine said weakly.

They both got into position, completely spread-eagled on the ground. From a distance it looked like they sat across from each other and imitated the other's movements, each pulling their heads to the ground as they stretched. But if one were closer and had a good look, one could notice that each woman had a hand under the skirt of the other one.

Katherine pulled the thin band of cloth away from Kim's vagina, and stuck her fingers into another woman for the first time. She tried not to think about what she was doing and just operate on auto-pilot until the ordeal was over.

Much to Katherine's consternation, after a few minutes of this, the other cheerleaders took a short break and another cheerleader named Janice came over to see how Katherine was doing.

Kim immediately removed her hands from anywhere near Katherine's pussy, but still Katherine was deathly afraid that Janice would notice the paint job.

Even Kim was terribly nervous. She put up a tough front, but her bravado hid her butterflies.

"How's it coming, Katherine? Muscle cramp, huh?" Janice knelt right behind Katherine and even put her hands on her shoulders.

"Yep."

"Need any help? I'd be happy to massage your thigh muscles."

"No thanks!" Katherine said far too loudly. "Um, I'm cool. Kim is helping out."

Janice walked off after another few moments of chitchat.

Kim immediately had both of them get back into position, fingers in each other's pussies. "Let's just stay like this for a while," she said. "I don't know how we're gonna do it, but we're not gonna leave here until you get me off."

"Will you be quiet then?" Katherine asked.

"If you do all I say, I will. But I'm not through with you yet! I had no idea you were like this. You seemed like such a prude, to be frank. ... Tell me, are you seriously planning to go to the football game like that?"

"I didn't plan it, exactly. Like I said, this was an accident! I AM prudish. I forgot to wear panties this morning, and so this was an emergency solution. I got painted during lunch. It was either that, or wear nothing at all!"

"Good Lord, woman, I thought you were the most frigid of us cheerleaders, and it turns out you were the hottest of us all. That takes some wicked serious guts! And if you're prudish, you finger a pussy pretty well for a prude."

Katherine had no reply to that.

They both continued to plunge their fingers into each other's pussies as they talked. They bobbed their bodies to make it look like they were stretching, which caused their fingers to piston in and out.

After a while, Katherine was surprised to find that she was starting to actually enjoy the fingering. It was just like masturbation, except better because you never knew what the fingers were going to do. Had it not been for the unfortunate circumstances, she would have liked it a lot more.

"Who painted you?" asked Kim after a while.

"Pardon me?" Her nervous jitters came back instantly.

"You heard me. Who painted you? Don't tell me you painted yourself. Tell me the truth, or I might just show your paint job to the other cheerleaders, and get their opinion on who did it."

"Promise not to tell anyone who it is?"

"You're not in a position to be asking favors. Yeah, I promise, but that means you'll owe me one. Which you already do. You'll have to pleasure me again and more extensively on some other day. Which is something you'll have to do already, so I guess it doesn't matter. I'll have to consult with Heather and figure out just what kind of fun we're going to have with you."

"I'm so ashamed! He would kill me for telling, but it was my brother. Alan."

"Your brother? Kinky! God, even your puffed up pussy lips are painted thoroughly, and by your brother!"

"It's not like that! It was a practical thing. Who else could I ask to do that favor? It's not like I was going to ask a stranger! I figured with my brother he'd respect, you know, my chastity. He was a total gentleman about it."

"Not a bad choice. Your brother is pretty cute. All right, that gives me an idea. I think I have a plan on how we can punish you properly. Let's see if your little paint job works in the game, and meanwhile I'll talk it over with Heather. But for now, let's switch positions so you can finger me better. I wish I could just rub my hands all over your sweet black butt and your magnificent tits. But that will have to wait for another time."

Katherine's tits were quite a bit bigger than Kim's, and the lesbian cheerleader had fantasized about touching them ever since she'd joined the team (in fact, she had fantasies involving all the other cheerleaders).

Katherine made it to the game without anyone else noticing the paint job. When the game finally started not many minutes later, she stood on the sidelines and literally trembled in anticipation. She knew she liked guys too much to be a lesbian, but she had to admit that being fingered by Heather briefly and then more extensively by Kim really got her hot. The feeling of stretching her pussy over the fresh green grass while Kim's lithe little fingers played around inside of her pussy in direct sight of the knowing Heather and within possible sight of the other cheerleaders and even the football players was nearly too much for her.

In the fifteen or so minutes Kim and Katherine fingered each other right on the lawn, their positions became increasingly less plausible as stretching exercises.

Kim even considered ordering Katherine to lick her, but couldn't think of a remotely plausible cover exercise for that, and especially worried about drawing the attention of the football players.

Meanwhile, Heather had to go out of her way to avoid any exercises which involved the cheerleaders turning around, or they all would have been instantly exposed. Kim and Katherine both climaxed over and over, though they were very careful to be completely quiet about it.

CHAPTER 13

When practice ended, Katherine had to ask Kim to take a close look at her paint job, to make sure all the frigging and leaking hadn't ruined it.

Kim gladly did so. She lay on the ground and looked up between Katherine's legs as Katherine "accidentally" walked over her. She had the bad news that unfortunately the pink of Katherine's pussy lips, now engorged, were fairly visible. That just made both of them hotter, because it was clearly too late to Katherine to turn back from cheerleading without panties.

Alan, meanwhile, was at the game to look out for his sister (and look at her too). He had managed to borrow a pair of binoculars. He sat himself in the front row of the stands to get the closest view of his sister that he could. He also made a point of avoiding his friends so he could sit alone, completely away from everyone else. Luckily, the stands were only half-filled and few wanted to sit in the front row, since the view of the game was better from higher up.

He told himself that he was merely interested in making sure the paint job worked well.

The game began, and the cheerleaders started to cheer.

Alan couldn't see much of Katherine's privates with the naked eye. He didn't get many chances, because Katherine jumped around as little as possible. When he did get his chances he thought he could see some pink, and he realized with a twinge in his penis that that must be her pussy.

But he wondered, Did I notice it only because I'm looking for it? Is it my imagination? Can others see?

However, isn't wasn't just in his mind. With the high-powered binoculars he had borrowed, everything was clear as day. Instead of being fifty or more feet away, it seemed to him like he was only five feet from her. He felt he could reach out and touch the clearly visible hairy mound of her pussy.

He quickly stopped and looked around at the crowd to see if anyone else had binoculars. Luckily, it was just an ordinary game between two high school teams and no one else seemed to care enough to bother with binoculars. He felt relieved, and went back to staring at his sister.

Down on the field, Kim stood next to Katherine as they jumped about. Heather was on Katherine's other side.

Kim whispered to Katherine, "I can see your brother. He's in the stands."

"Where?" Katherine asked excitedly.

"There," Kim pointed. "He's in the very first row. And it looks like he has some serious binoculars and isn't pointing them at the game. Is that what you call 'brotherly love?'"

"I told you already it's not like that," said Katherine resentfully.

But knowing that her brother was watching and with binoculars to boot, she began to jump around more enthusiastically. It made her hot to think that in fact, already three other people knew she wore no panties: Alan, Kim, and Heather.

Back in the stands, Alan's reverie was broken when he heard the voice of Christine behind him. "Hi Alan. What'cha looking at?"

He turned to face her. "Oh hi, Christine. What are you doing here?"

He said that relatively calmly, but inside, he thought, Christine, of all people! Oh shit! She hasn't spoken to me in a week. Why now, of all times? I feel so embarrassed to talk to her now.

Christine was nervous about being with Alan after how she'd turned him down, but she was making a conscious effort to repair her friendship with him. Everyone though she was made of steel, but she was very unconfident about certain things, most of them having to do with relationships. She smiled and tried to act casual. "I was looking for you. What are you doing here? I thought you didn't like football."

Alan realized that it was clear he was looking at the cheerleaders and not the game, anyway. "I was... looking at my sister doing her cheerleading. She asked me to watch. They've got a whole bunch of new moves, and she wanted to get my opinion about them."

"Oh really? Can I take a look?" Christine asked as she reached for the binoculars.

"No! ... Um, I mean, these binoculars are not mine. The guy I borrowed them from gave them to me very reluctantly. He said I could only use them if I didn't let anyone else touch them. So I really have to respect that."

"Okay. Geez. Not a big deal."

Phew! That was a close one. God, what if she saw me staring at my sister's pussy, flashing in the sun? She'd think I'm a total pervert and worse. She'd never speak to me again!

Trying to distract her, Alan told one of the blonde jokes he'd saved up for his encounters with her. He liked telling Christine dumb blonde jokes, mainly because she was blonde yet also the smartest person he knew, so he could tease her about being a "dumb blonde" in good fun. "Hey, Christine. What do you see when you look directly into a blonde's eyes?"

She rolled her eyes. "I don't know. What?"

"The back of her head."

"Ugh," Christine said while frowning, even though she found it amusing. She immediately shot back, "Okay, you and your 'dumb blonde' jokes, I've got a 'dumb teenaged brunette boy named Alan' joke. You want to hear it?"

"Sure."

"How can you tell a fax has been sent from a dumb teenaged brunette boy named Alan?"

"There's a stamp on it."

Alan smiled and said, "Harsh." Then, after a perfectly timed pause, he asked cluelessly, "Um, what's a stamp, exactly?"

Christine burst into laughter.

While they were joking around, Christine was generally looking towards the playing field, giving Alan a golden opportunity to ogle her. Stealing peeks was a bit risky due to the intense disapproving glares she would sometimes give when he got caught. As usual, she was fully covered in nondescript clothes that didn't come close to showing the top of her cleavage, and she always wore jeans or some type of pants, but her body was so amazingly curvy that she was smoking hot just the same.

Alan already had a raging hard-on from watching the cheerleaders and now with Christine next to him he was having even more lewd thoughts. He realized that he needed to get away from this situation and cool down.

After some more idle conversation and joking around, he said out of the blue, "Actually, Christine, I think I've seen enough of the game. It's almost the end of the first half, and the cheerleaders just do the same stuff over and over after a while. Since you don't like football either, why don't we go get some ice cream?"

She stood up to go. "That sounds great."

He said, "Here's a joke for you. A blonde female police officer pulls over a blonde gal for speeding. She walks up to the car and asks the blonde for her driver's license. She has to explain, 'It's that thing with your picture on it.' The blonde driver looks all over and finally pulls out her compact, opens it up, looks at herself, and then hands it to the cop."

He paused for effect, then went on, "The blonde cop looks at the compact, rolls her eyes, hands the compact back, and says, 'If you would have told me you were a police officer when I first pulled you over, we could have avoided this whole thing!'"

Christine laughed heartily.

Alan naturally enjoyed making people laugh, but he especially liked making Christine laugh because when she did she tended to close her eyes, giving him more chances to ogle her body. Laughing also usually caused her breasts to jiggle in very delightful ways.

As he gawked, he thought, Dang! Massive jiggling on a Wonder Woman day, no less. And I'll bet she doesn't realize how much her chest thrusts forward when she puts her hands behind her back like that. Is there some kind of cosmic conspiracy to make me cum in my shorts today?

He was referring to the fact that she was wearing her Wonder Woman T-shirt. It was the only T-shirt that she owned (she normally wore blouses), and it was a bit tight on her. It showed off her chest more than anything else she wore. On a good day like today, he even could see a hint of nipple and the outlines of the bra straps. He loved what he called "Wonder Woman days" - the rare times she wore that shirt.

Christine finally opened her eyes. "You're so bad, Alan." But she couldn't stop smiling. Being with Alan always made her feel good.

Down on the field, Katherine saw Alan start to walk off with Christine. She had been jumping even more enthusiastically ever since she had seen Alan watching. She began to flash her pussy and her ass to the crowd more and more in an attempt to keep him from leaving, to no avail.

As soon as her brother left, her behavior changed again, and she hardly moved much at all. She was jealous of Christine. I thought she wasn't interested in him and he'd given up on her. And now they're going off together somewhere. Shit.

When half time began, Kim came up to Katherine, grabbed her by the arm, and whispered in her ear, "I think I know one cheerleader who has very unnatural feelings for her brother! The evidence keeps piling up. I saw how you were putting on a show for him, and then stopped and got all bummed out. You can't deny it. I think Heather will find that most interesting!"

"No! You can't tell!" Katherine whispered back.

"For such a smart cheerleader, you're not very smart. So you confirmed it! To think that until today I thought you were all conservative! Okay, I'll keep it a secret, but now you REALLY owe me. In fact, I think that basically, you're my bitch. You're my slave. What do you think about that?"

"What are you going to make me do?" Katherine asked in fright. She had images of being tied by ropes in a dungeon.

"Nothing too much, and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself thoroughly, if today on the grass was any indication. For starters, I want you to wear the same painted-on panties to cheerleader practice all next week."

"What?!"

"That's the idea that Heather and I came up with. That's your punishment from her. But to get even with me, there's more. I want to wear the same thing next week too. I think it's totally hot. I'm waaaaay jealous! I wish I was you right now, flashing my cunny to hundreds of strangers! So you'll get your brother to paint me up too. How do you two do it, anyways?"

"He painted me during lunch, in a supply closet." Katherine was in a state of shock.

"Perfect. Sounds delicious. On top of that, any time I want your body, you come running. What are you doing tonight?"

"I have a date," she lied.

"With your brother, I'm sure," Kim snickered.

"No! That's not true!"

"Whatever. I want you to cancel it. You're cumming with me. Spelled C U M. You'll find I'm really not mean, and I'm not into anything weird. I just like to get off."

"I-I-I can't! My father is coming home, and he's been away for months! I'm going to be really busy this weekend!"

Kim remembered that Katherine had in fact previously mentioned her father coming home over the weekend so she figured it wasn't a lie. "I'm sure we'll find some time. Starting after the game."

CHAPTER 14

When the game ended, Heather and Kim took Katherine to a nearby supply shed and made her put her fingers in both of their pussies.

Katherine frigged first one and then the other and back again while they talked to her in greater detail about her new situation.

Katherine protested that she had to leave immediately because her mother was coming in a car to pick her up.

But they didn't let her off that easy. Heather, naturally in charge, said, "Katherine, since you're in such a rush we'll let you go, just as soon as you lick my pussy. Kim, you'll be getting plenty of this treatment from her in days to come, so be patient."

Kim just stayed silent and intently watched to see what Katherine would do.

Katherine pushed aside Heather's panties yet again and noticed that the two girls seemed to mock her lack of panties by keeping their own on.

As she stared at Heather's pussy, she thought to herself, This morning I'd never even imagined touching a woman, and now I'm getting intimate with two pussies already, at the same time! How crazy is that? To Heather she said, "Look, later, but right now-"

"Stuff it," Heather interrupted. "If you argue, I'll make you spend more time arguing than just doing it, and in the end I'm going to make you do it anyways. Just do a few licks to show me you're capable and understand your position. If you're really in a hurry, you'll just get it over with."

Katherine could see no way out. She looked intently at Heather's pussy. She had to admit that it was a really pretty one with nicely-formed lips and a cute little clit that poked out just below a furry patch of blonde pubic hair.

She bent down and gave a few perfunctory licks. She was surprised by the taste and smell, both of which she found very arousing. She found herself thinking she might get off on having her tongue slide into Heather's pussy, if it weren't for the humiliation she'd been put through.

Heather mercifully let her go after that, knowing that she'd have more chances later.

Katherine felt extremely weirded-out by the humiliation of the whole episode and was grateful for it to be over.

If pressed, Katherine had to admit that theoretically she didn't terribly mind the idea of getting pleasured by beautiful girls, and these were the most beautiful girls in the school, but she adamantly didn't want to be anyone's slave. She figured that situation could only go from bad to much worse, especially if Heather was involved.

So as soon as she got home she told Alan everything that had happened, hoping he could help get her out of this mess. Actually, there was one little detail she left out. She mentioned the part about how Kim claimed that she had a thing for Alan because of all that happened with the painting and binoculars, but she left out the part where she admitted that it was true. She was so concerned about all these problems that she didn't even try to tease or flirt with him as she told her story, although the details created a perfect opportunity.

When she was done, Alan suggested, "First, keep stalling for time. Kim has too many plans for you down the line to actually rat you out at this point if you don't see her this weekend. Just stall as much as you can."

"I'll try."

"Meanwhile, I'm thinking the only way to get out of blackmail is counter blackmail. We have to get Kim in some compromising situation so that she has to be the one to cry uncle. When that happens, her power over you will immediately fall apart. We may have to do something with Heather too, but she's a tough one, if there's anything at all to the rumors of her bitchy reputation."

"There is, believe me, there is," Katherine frowned.

"That sucks," Alan said. "However, with Kim out of the picture it will be your word against Heather's, which is infinitely better than two against one. And, since Kim is so set on doing this painted underwear thing, we should have a lot of chances to get her back. I'm thinking on game day next Friday, I switch the paint that I paint her with to something very water-soluble. Then all we have to do is threaten to get her wet, like splash some water on her in the middle of the game, and she'll be totally ruined! She'll have to agree to anything we say."

"Big Brother," cooed Katherine, "you're so smart! That's why I had to tell you everything. I feel soooo much better now. I couldn't stand to think of having to be a slave to a couple of lesbo bitches for the rest of the year. But I still have this paint all over my butt. Can you help me get it off?"

"How am I supposed to do that? I hadn't really thought about that."

Katherine was suddenly feeling randy again, now that she had solutions to her concerns. She flashed her butt up at him and said, "Does it come off by licking?"

In actual fact, because Alan used a very hard-to-remove oil-based paint, Alan did have to help get the paint off, and it wasn't easy.

They both got in the bathtub in the bathroom near Alan's room. Katherine went in totally naked, while Alan wore his swimsuit. He was much more concerned than her about taking teasing and touching too far, especially because of his mother's new mood. He was aware that Susan could get nosy and figure out the two of them were in the bathroom together. At least the door was lockable, though.

Katherine lay across his lap. They were as quiet as could be, so their mother wouldn't hear. Katherine was frustrated because that she wanted to say things like, "Your cock would feel so much nicer than that brush sliding up my ass," but Alan wouldn't let her moan or even whisper any comments at all.

Alan used a rough, Brillo pad-type brush to repeatedly scrape her butt. Then he used the remote shower nozzle to wash away the loose paint, and then they repeated the process over and over. Eventually he got the butt cleared of every last speck of paint, but it took at least twenty minutes.

Then she turned over, and he did the same to the front. It finally came down to just her pussy that needed cleaning. Their bathtub was quite big, big enough for two, but even so she spread her legs so wide that one leg hung over the side of the tub and the other rode up on the wall as far as it could go. She was spread so wide it looked like she was ready to give birth.

Alan was highly aroused to see her in such a subservient and fuckable position.

They couldn't talk, but Katherine could see how he felt about it by the giant lump in his swimsuit.

The pussy area was the hardest to get clean, because of the hair and the pussy lips. Luckily, her lips became as engorged as they could be whenever Alan brought his hands near them, so that helped expose all the areas which needed to be cleaned.

He tried to gently rub this sensitive area, but even so, the rough brush hurt her pussy lips very much.

But pain she felt was outweighed by intense pleasure. Her clit was fully erect, and Alan couldn't help but rub it each time he passed the brush back and forth. Actually, he could have helped it if he wanted to, but he secretly delighted in hitting it each time.

Soon, her body was rocked with a series of powerful, but extremely quiet, orgasms. She leaked profusely as he cleaned her pussy for another fifteen minutes. Finally, it was done.

Once again he methodically washed off the remaining flecks of paint using the remote shower nozzle. This time however, he set the nozzle on its highest setting, and used the jet of powerful water as another way to please her pussy.

But when everything was cleaned at last, Katherine didn't move from her splayed-out position. She simply and silently reached out and grabbed a bar of soap, then handed it to Alan.

He used the nozzle to make her completely wet from head to toe. Then he doused himself, and turned off the water. Starting at her feet, he worked the bar of soap up her legs and created a thick lather of soap everywhere his hands went. He lathered up her crotch thoroughly, and then began to move higher.

Katherine grabbed his hands and tried to keep them on her pussy as long as she could. Now that he used his hands and not a brush, she was delighted to find him experimenting with her clit as he rubbed it and stretched it. She silently and demonstratively said the word "Yes" over and over, to make sure he got the signal that he was doing very well.

She then tried to guide his fingers into her pussy, but he seemed unwilling. So, when he finally moved on to other parts of the body (after making her repeatedly cum several more times), she took the plunge and began fingering herself.

However, he was willing to plunge a finger into her tight little anus, and soon he was sawing away in that puckered hole while she worked on her pussy.

While Alan had reservations about touching his sister's pussy, he didn't have any problem touching the rest of her. He continually moved his hands to explore every inch of her that he could, and a few minutes later he reached her boobs.

Katherine took the occasion to reach out and free his straining hard-on from his swimsuit. She whispered, "You've been so nice, but it is I who should be helping you."

He was mentally expecting this by now, but still managed to be surprised when it really happened.

Once her hands were on his penis, they didn't let go. She began to jack him off.

At the same time, he spent most of his time lathering up her tits. In order for him to reach her tits he had to scoot forward, which placed his penis head just inches from her soapy pussy.

Katherine was tempted to grab his back with one hand and his penis with the other and pull him into her gash, but she held back. Vestiges of restraint against incest still held her as well, not to mention the fear of being caught.

Alan's penis had been at attention so long by this point that it didn't take long for him to start cumming. He shot his seed all over her stomach shortly after she started rubbing it. His penis pulsed and throbbed as shot after shot of hot semen splattered over her.

She continued to stroke his hard rod and coaxed out the final spurts of cum. After squeezing out every last drop, she rubbed his hot seed in with the cool soapy suds, and soon all that could be seen was white suds which practically covered her from her toes to her boobs.

Alan was totally spent though, and finally stepped out of the shower. It was a completely silent experience, but intense.

He never did get any higher than her boobs with the soap, but Katherine didn't mind that. She silently mouthed the words, "Thank you, Brother," and stood up.

Alan stayed for a few minutes and dried himself as he watched his sister rinse off her sexy body with a sponge. God, she's too young, but I'm so ready to fuck her. She may not have an inhumanly perfect body like Suzanne or my mom, but she still would be as good a fuck as anyone in school, I'm sure. And being with her would probably be just as fun as with the other two, but in a different way. I'll bet she's got a much tighter pussy for one thing, and I hear that's something really worth fucking.

Shit! I'm not a bad man, but how could anyone in my position turn down such beautiful women? If Mother Teresa or the Dalai Lama were here right now, they'd be sticking something into her pussy, I swear. I shouldn't feel bad. There's just no way any one could resist a display like this!

In the shower, his sister spent much more time with her hands in her pussy and roaming over her breasts than she did rinsing the soap off.

Alan was amazed her pussy could take so much rough stimulation in such a short time and still demand more.

As if reading his thoughts, she turned towards him and winked invitingly. Between what happened with her and Kim at school and the fulfillment of her long time fantasies with her brother, she was sexually insatiable.

Alan left before another round of fun could begin. They'd already spent an outrageous amount of time in the bathroom. With Susan home and in the kitchen, it was a near miracle that their experience hadn't led to trouble yet.

The day with Katherine erased Alan's depression over what had happened with his mother. Although Susan and Suzanne no longer helped Alan climax, at least for now he found in his sister someone else to temporarily occupy his thoughts and keep him horny, even while his father was home. He looked forward with great anticipation to what would happen next week in school, having to secretly paint Katherine and Kim five days in a row.

CHAPTER 15

An hour after the brushing, Katherine came up to Alan in his room and said, "I really want to thank you for all you did to help me today, Bro. I really mean it. Look how much trouble I got into, but it would have been ten times worse without you. I don't want to just tease you either - I'm sorry if I went too far. You know what Mom says about boundaries. What if I treat you to a movie tonight, as a small way of saying thanks, and to ask forgiveness for being so over the top?"

"That sounds nice, Sis, but I already have plans with Christine tonight. How about tomorrow night? I imagine we'll be having dinner with Father and Mom, and then after that I'm sure we could get away for a late movie." Since Alan wasn't close to Ron, he made it a point to call him "Father" and never the more familiar "Dad."

"Tomorrow sounds great!" said Katherine enthusiastically. But, in a much more subdued and concerned tone, she added, "But what's this about you and Christine? I thought that went down in flames."

"It did. But we met today and ate some ice cream together and things were okay. It was very awkward at first, but we overcame that once we started talking about homework and school stuff."

"I see." Her face was lined with worry but he was oblivious to it. "So does that mean you might get together with her in a more serious way?"

"Nah. Are you kidding? Asking her out was a complete nightmare; I'd rather have root canal surgery than try that again. We didn't talk about it at all, but I think she knows that I'm not thinking of her in, you know, that way, anymore. I think she's just trying to show that there are no hard feelings and that she still wants to be friends. Maybe that'll allow us to become even closer friends than we were before."

Cool. That's great," said Katherine. However, secretly she was jealous that Alan was seeing Christine again, for any reason.

Over the course of the day she unconsciously decided that Kim was right, and it was futile to deny her desire for her brother. She wanted to go all the way. For her, helping Alan with his "problem" would just be a step on the road leading to sex with him. She wasn't sure exactly when it happened, but certainly by the time he drove her insensate with desire with the Brillo-type brush, she very consciously decided that she wanted to be fucked by her brother, and soon.

The fact that he would go on a date of sorts with Christine made Katherine very concerned. She knew Christine was beautiful, intelligent, and fun to be with. Perhaps Christine doesn't like how Alan's not acting like a pathetically attracted puppy dog around her now that she's turned him down? Maybe she's changed her mind? If so, I'd better act fast before she makes a move. I don't need any more tough competition! I'll have to come up with some sort of plan to seduce my own brother.

Actually, such a plan wouldn't be hard to do, given this whole situation of Alan painting my privates. That'll give me many opportunities in the next week to wear down his resistance and get very close and personal. If all goes well, it'll only be a matter of days before I can wear down his resistance completely. Suzanne and Mom have both been giving him blowjobs, but nothing more. And now Mom at least seems to have even stopped that, so he must be desperately frustrated to go all the way. That'll give me a chance to get an edge on those two. Anyways, if I don't go all the way, I can't compete with the attractiveness of those women and then he's gonna forget all about me.

Katherine didn't waste any time. Just as Alan made to get up from his bed and go to his computer, she added, "By the way, you know about teasing and boundaries, I realize we need to take it easy a bit. But don't you think what we did in the bathroom earlier was okay? Can't we do that again without Mom knowing?"

"What, you mean when you... with your hands...?" Alan was too embarrassed to talk about getting a handjob in front of his sister.

"Cat got your tongue?" Katherine asked, delighted by his bashfulness. "I'm talking about this here in your pants." She put her hands on his penis through his shorts. His only reaction was to get red in the face, so, emboldened, she undid his zipper and knelt in front of him.

She flashed a big smile at the long penis that sprung out of his shorts. She thought, I'm going to get to know this thing very, very well. Yes indeed! I can almost imagine what it would feel like to have it pushing in and out of me. What a dream come true! Even now, if he imagined how many times I fantasized about walking down the aisle of a church holding his hand, he'd freak.

But to Alan she merely asked, "If I give your penis some relief from time to time, isn't that just what the doctor ordered? Mom doesn't need to know."

"I don't like going behind Mom's back, I don't think we should do that," Alan said weakly, and seemed to forget about everything else he secretly did with Katherine earlier in the day.

"Well, think about it. In the meantime, let me thank you for your help in another way. It's not like I haven't done this to you already, same as Mom and Suzanne. Or have you forgotten what happened in the bathroom? We can just draw the line here..."

She opened his knees, then took his penis in her hands and began stroking. She held it so close to her mouth that she teased it even more with every breath she took.

Despite all of her aggressiveness and bravado, she was still incredibly nervous in these kinds of situations. She was excited but scared, like parachuting out of an airplane for the first time. And she was worried that she wouldn't please Alan as much as a more experienced woman like Suzanne could. But she did her best, and slowly relaxed in the face of Alan's silent encouragement and acceptance.

The two continued quietly for fear of being caught, but communicated by making faces at each other. She could see by his expression what worked best, and soon had him reach orgasm.

As both were inexperienced in this kind of thing and both were fully dressed except for Alan's unzipped shorts, they weren't sure what to do when Alan was about to cum. But Katherine resourcefully placed one of Alan's nearby towels onto his penis and let him cum into that.

She looked down at her hand while she stroked his rigid penis as spurt after spurt of hot jism burst out onto the towel. The smell of cum was overpowering. The mere sight and smell of Alan's cum caused her pussy to get wet. Even when he was finished cumming she didn't want to let go of his penis. She continued to slide her hand up and down his now slimy cum-coated penis as it slowly lost its turgidness.

He finally pulled away as the rubbing of her fingers on the head of his penis created sensations which were too intense.

CHAPTER 16

Then Alan had to get ready for his "non-romantic" date with Christine. They had plans to go see a movie.

As he left to pick her up, he thought, You know, it's ironic. Before she shot me down, we were friends, but just school friends. We never did anything outside of school together, like, at all. And now that she's rejected me, we're basically going on a date to patch our friendship up, the very kind of date she shot me down over! But the key difference, sadly, is that it's understood this is a completely platonic date.

Alan picked up Christine at the gate in front of her large house and was surprised to see that she was dressed up as if she was going on a real date. He had dressed up somewhat nice, wearing a collared shirt and slacks for a rare change, but she had really outdone herself. He'd dreamed about seeing her cleavage countless times but he never had, not even when she was wearing any number of sports clothes. She was very scrupulous about wearing high necklines, which only added to her mystique to the boys. But now he could see her tantalizingly deep valley in nearly all its glory.

His penis immediately got hard, extremely hard. Although he was resigned not to romantically pursue her, he still got intensely aroused almost every time he saw her.

As he came up to her, he said, "My gosh, Christine, you look absolutely fantastic!"

But then realizing this wasn't supposed to be a "real" date, he joked, "In a completely platonic sort of way, of course." She laughed.

"Thanks. Do you really think so?"

He joked, "I try to, but you make it hard whenever I stand around you."

He belatedly realized the double meaning in his words and thought to himself, And I definitely do mean that in more ways than one!

She laughed again, a little nervously. She was insecure about her looks, remarkably enough. She eagerly ate up his compliments.

Alan piled it on. "I'm serious. You look so... womanly. So mature. I've never seen you in a skirt - you have legs! I was pretty sure you had feet, but beyond that I wasn't so sure."

She laughed some more. "Do I dress that badly? Maybe I need to wear shorts and skirts a little more often."

"Please do. Don't hide your legs because - what legs they are! And you've got a purse, like a lady. A necklace too. Lipstick, even! And is that rouge on your cheeks? Wow! I'm honored to be with such an enchanting creature. But with you no makeup is necessary because it's impossible to improve on perfection."

She was smiling broadly now. "Stop that... eventually! I'll give you two hours to stop the flattery. Seriously, you know I really meant it the other day when I said I'm not ready to go out with anybody. Right now I can't let anything distract me from getting into the college of my choice."

"You know you're already a shoo-in anywhere in the country."

"Don't be so sure. This semester will be the most crucial. So I figure this is probably going to be the closest thing to a real date for me in a long time and I wanted to go all out. I hope you're not weirded out or getting the wrong idea or anything?"

"Absolutely not. I'm just platonically delighted to be spending a lovely evening with a very lovely lady. Emphasis on platonic." He looked jovial and gave her a friendly wink.

With over the top theatricality, he made a sweeping bow and then held out his hand. "Come, my lady. A big fat evening of fun awaits." He was making joking reference to the fact that they had plans to see the movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," and then have a late dinner afterwards.

She took his hand and stepped towards his car. But to her surprise, he kissed her hand before walking her to his car, arm in arm. Although his gesture was unexpected, she wasn't concerned. It was obviously just a fun kiss, not an "I'm trying to get in your pants" kind of kiss.

He said, "To be honest, I haven't exactly been on a lot of dates myself and my prospects don't look so hot. So this can be a kind of fun practice date. Don't mind me if I ham it up."

"Mind? I think it's great."

As they talked and joked, Christine thought, What's gotten into Alan? This is great! He's so much more confident than before. Is this the same guy who was slumped down and afraid to look me in the eyes when he asked me out last week? I thought things could be weird, especially with the way I dressed, but he's completely at ease and that puts me at ease too. Could it be that he's finally over me and because of that he's not all fumbling and nervous around me any more? I hope so. I like this new Alan a lot more than the old one.

Little did Christine know, but there was a different reason for his newfound aggressiveness and confidence: all the fantastic sexual encounters he was having at home had pretty much obliterated his fear of being close to beautiful women.

In fact, as they got into his car he secretly marveled at how he could rub his sister's dripping pussy with a brush one hour, and then innocently chat away with Christine a couple of hours later. It all seemed so unreal, yet wonderful.

The "date" went well. Neither of them liked "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" much, finding it too lightweight and plotless. But at dinner afterwards they had a lot of fun analyzing it and tearing it apart.

There were no more mentions, no matter how oblique, as to what had happened when Alan tried to ask Christine out There were no serious discussions at all about where they stood with each other. Instead, they just kept it light and had fun.

When Alan dropped Christine off at the end of the evening, he again was over the top with his chivalric gallantry. But it served as a good excuse for him to give her a good night kiss on the cheek at her front door.

As he drove home, he thought, That was a blast! But the whole thing is so ironic. The only reason I could be so witty and charming is because I know now there's no romantic possibility between us. Otherwise I would have been a nervous wreck. But as a result of my new attitude, we clicked so well that it started to seem like there WAS something romantic between us.

I mean, with that goodnight kiss I got the impression Christine wouldn't have terribly minded if I kissed her some more. She kissed me back, nearly on the mouth, and then almost looked sad when I pulled away. Or was that look just my imagination? I don't know. Probably just wishful thinking on my part. I wish I had more experience with these kinds of things.

In any case, it's a moot point 'cos it's too late for me and her to be a couple because of all the crazy stuff happening to me at home. She'd never allow that to continue - not that I could ever tell her! - and I love it too much to stop. All of a sudden I've got more girls than I can handle, which is yet more irony. A week ago, I felt like I'd be celibate and single forever. As much as I loved Christine, I do love Katherine a lot more. But still, maybe Christine and I can do this kind of thing more often and just have a nice time together, now that the romantic pressure is off.

Christine also ruminated after Alan left, What has gotten into him? I could get used to fun evenings like this one. Before, he used to make me nervous with the way he'd be anxious around me and always stare at my body, but tonight he put me at ease and made me feel good about myself. Now, I just know I'm gonna be smiling for hours. I wish I would have known it could be like this before I turned him down. Did I make a mistake?

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, Spurtz, EBC, Gnome, IBT, WD40, and NightShadow. Thanks especially to WD40 for the suggestions in chapters 4 through 6. The longer dumb blonde joke was courtesy of Jimmy the Saint.

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