![]() Part 8: Dazed and Confused (MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy) Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
He pushed and pulled her soft mounds every which way, and pulled at her nipples until she had to stifle her urge to cry out. They went on like this for many minutes, until both of them couldn't stand it any more. Alan found himself planting small kisses up and down her neck while he fondled. As her sexy moans grew louder, he said, "I'm getting pretty good at this, aren't I?" Realizing she'd been moaning too loud, she said in a low voice, "Don't get cocky all of the sudden." She looked at his shorts and, grinning, corrected herself. "Actually, there's one part of you that I don't mind being cocky." Then she suddenly dropped
to her knees and began to suck him off, even as she drove one of her
hands into her pants. They hadn't been at it for very long when there was a knock on the door.
It was Susan. "Suzanne, you in there?" That was mostly true, but if one put an ear to the door, or a glass, one could hear a lot better. Susan had her ear to the door at that very moment. She said, "Well, maybe I should come in then, so we can talk easier." Suzanne said with surprising calmness, "No need. We've been having a very stimulating conversation, but I was just about to leave." "About what?" Susan pressed. "Um, Ron. And how he's coming soon. Alan's going to have to be stiff. Uh, I mean, Stiffen up! 'Cos he's coming!" Suzanne realized she was too excited and in danger of giving the game away, especially by making too many Freudian slips. So she added in a calmer voice, "But we're just finishing up." Those words were more accurate than Suzanne realized, because right as she said them, Alan began cumming. As Suzanne knelt right in front of him, he shot his wad all over her face. But aware his mother was just outside the door, he tried to be as quiet as he possibly could. He was as frightened as he was ecstatic. His teeth clenched and his eyes were shut tight as he fought the urge to cry out. Suzanne went off with her own quiet climax. When she saw Alan's first jet coming at her, she visibly shivered all over with excitement. Susan walked off none the wiser. She could be quite clueless about sexual things. Now that Suzanne had Alan's still hard penis in her mouth she didn't want to let it go. She continued to furiously suck his prick and coaxed out every drop of his delicious cum. He finally
had to wiggle away from her and his penis made a loud, wet popping sound
as it pulled out of her greedy mouth. Suzanne could have wiggled out of coming along, but instead she went so she could use the ride there for a last minute lecture. With Alan and Katherine listening in, she said to Susan, "Now, I know you're excited to see your husband again and practice all the sexual things you've learned lately. But don't get yourself too worked up, in case it doesn't work out all that well." "What do you mean?" Susan asked as she drove. "Well, I'm just saying, you've been married two decades now and Ron hasn't shown that much of a sex drive. Some people, like Sweetie here, they can handle six times a day. Others, well, two would be a big deal. I'm afraid Ron falls into the latter camp, from everything you told me." Susan protested, "But maybe he's just been that way because I've been so prudish. Don't you think? I mean, I hardly even know what he looks like naked because I always insisted we do everything in the dark." "Perhaps," Suzanne conceded. "On the other hand, maybe one reason he married you was because he figured your prudish ways matched his low sex drive. Remember, you told me you two didn't even have much sexual contact before he started working overseas. Of course, that doesn't mean he has NO sex drive. Remember what I said about his other interests." Suzanne was deliberately vague. Katherine picked up on that right away. "Other interests? What does THAT mean?" Surprisingly, Susan said, "Suzanne has some kind of crazy notion that Ron cheats on me all these months he's overseas. But I know my Ron. There's just no way." Deep down though, she was far less certain. Suzanne then said, "I could be wrong, but it's better safe than sorry. He's been spending a lot of time in Thailand. Thailand! That's not exactly a safe place to have sex; there are all kinds of diseases there. You might want to take care before you do anything with him. If you can get me a blood sample, I can get it tested. In complete secrecy, of course." Susan was crushed to hear that. Her libido was raging from not being able to do anything with Alan and she was planning on having wild sex with Ron for the first time in their lives that evening. But her intuition gave her a feeling that she should listen to Suzanne and get him tested first. She said, grudgingly, "But... If I were to do that, what would I say to him tonight? His first night back, we always... Well, let's just say it's an intimate time." Suzanne suggested, "Try your new talents with your hands and mouth. Tell him you read about it in Cosmo and you've been practicing on bananas and things like that. Then you'll be able to see if he responds to your new sexual awakening and you can still stay clean if he's been fooling around." Susan was practically ready to cry. The thought of Ron cheating had her heart in her throat, and the mention of cheating only reminded her of her own recent activities. She gasped out, "But what if he doesn't respond? What'll I do then?!" Suzanne just said enigmatically, "You'll cross that bridge when you come to it. Don't worry, I'll be there to help you every step of the way. Meanwhile, try not to have a discussion with him about sexual performance until after checking with me, okay? Guys can be EXTREMELY self-conscious about not performing well, so check in with me first about what you want to say and how to say it." "Okay. Thanks." They meet Ron at the baggage claim. Outwardly, the Plummers acted and looked like a real family, but in reality there wasn't much enthusiasm at his return. Ron had huge bags under his eyes and was visibly staggering with exhaustion. He said it had been an awful and rocky flight. There was no doubt that was true, judging by how bedraggled some of the other passengers looked. Susan asked if there was anything wrong, but Ron replied only that he had been working very hard just before he left, had gotten little sleep in flight, and should be better given a chance to rest. Susan was disappointed. She had hoped that all her sexual heat lately would change things for the better with Ron, but she felt no interest in him at all. She kept thinking about Suzanne's cheating allegations. Susan couldn't tell Ron about her new sexual energies and desires, but she hoped she could burn off some of that energy with him. Using Suzanne's women's magazine excuse, she told him she wanted to try some new things. Her first suggestion was that they cuddle and maybe do some fooling around with the lights on. However, that backfired. She looked at Ron's flabby body and his small, flaccid penis. She'd been getting worked up, but seeing him in the buff cooled her back down. She thought, I can't help it, and I know I shouldn't, but I keep thinking of my Tiger. Any time I look at my handsome son I get so excited and squishy; I don't know what it is but there's just something about him that makes me want to drop to my knees and suck! Whereas, Ron... Oh God. ... Ron. He's actually killing my tingle. And he's not even hard! That's kind of insulting. My Tiger ALWAYS shows his appreciation by growing big and stiff around me. I feel like sexy and desired. But with my husband, we haven't seen each other in months and I don't think he even wants to be here with me! He MUST be having an affair! Oh, how horrible! Or maybe it's just his erectile dysfunction. He's always had such troubles. People say I'm built like a "brick shit house" and I understand that's supposed to be a really good thing. Why can't I arouse him any more? Susan had been ready to try out her new blowjob skills with Ron, but she changed her mind, and instead said, "Ron, honey, you're staggering about just trying to make it to the bed. Let's not try to push things, okay? If you're that tired, why don't we just cuddle and kiss in the dark for a little while, and then you can take a nap?" Ron gratefully agreed. "Okay, that's fine. As much as I can't wait to share my love with you, my body just isn't up to it. I couldn't sleep on the plane at all and with the jet lag hitting me, I can barely keep my eyes open. Why don't we have our usual big welcome back home night some other night?" "Okay, honey. Whatever you like." As they cuddled, Susan thought, Just lying here with him, feeling him touching me, it makes my skin crawl. Ugh. Suddenly I'm already eager for him to leave town. But what am I going to do? My marriage is in tatters and I'm in lust with my own son! What if I try to suck Ron off tomorrow morning, and fantasize that he's Alan instead? No. I don't know if I could put that tiny little bent thing of his in my mouth without laughing or gagging, especially after knowing he's been running around on me. At least I have a good medical reason with my Tiger when I stroke and blow him. THAT'S a REAL penis that demands respect! And service! Oh God, just the thought of thinking about doing it with my cutie is making me all horny! But I have to stop, no matter what happens with Ron. I can't turn into some kind of cocksucking slut for my son and that's what'll happen if I don't watch out. And even if I did help out extensively where will that leave me when Alan gets his energy back and is finally cured? No Susan, your fate is to just remain unloved. Maybe, once Katherine graduates from high school, I should consider getting a divorce? <Sigh> God, I don't know. At least all these crazy events in recent weeks have helped me finally see what a sorry marriage I have. After Ron fell asleep, she turned out the lights, snuck downstairs, and had a good cry in the kitchen. While she didn't really love her husband (although she had a hard time admitting that to herself, even now), she was fond of him and they'd had many good times together, especially in their early years as a couple. To be fairly certain that he'd been cheating on her, probably for years and years, was devastating. Still, her natural inclination was to talk things over with him and work everything out. But she remembered Suzanne's advice to strategize with her first before talking to Ron about these matters, so she held her tongue. The late dinner caused them to miss the nine o'clock movie showings, so they went to an eleven o'clock movie instead. As a result, the theater wasn't that crowded, even though it was a Saturday night. Katherine insisted on sitting in the back row, which left them all alone. She cleverly had them go to a far-off movie theater, so the
odds were very low anyone they knew would be there. She wore a sweater
and skirt when she left the house, for the sake of her mother's eyes,
but as soon as she left she took them both off while Alan drove the
car. Underneath was a low-cut blouse that buttoned down the middle of
her chest and a black miniskirt, and nothing underneath either. From the minute the movie started, she began to unbutton her blouse. "Alan, isn't it hot in here?" she said as she undid the few
buttons which held her blouse closed. "I'm burning up." By this point she
was unbuttoned all the way, and she opened her blouse completely to
show Alan what she meant with her nipple comment. She spoke casually, "So how was your movie date with Christine last night? Did she show you her tits? I'll bet not. Mine may not be anywhere as big or as nice, but you can play with these any time you like." From the look on his face, she knew she was right on
that point. She continued, "As long as we don't actually have sex,
then what's the harm? You remember what Clinton said - a blowjob isn't
sex. Do you doubt the former President of the United States? I'm sure
he wants me to give you a blowjob right now, in fact. He's all about
family values," she giggled. "She's not my girlfriend," he hissed. "Whatever. I see the way you ogle her big E-cups. Why is it every other female that you know besides me seems to have E-cup breasts? What are the odds of that?! Well, I can tell you, breasts aren't everything! How can I possibly compare with S and S? They're both inhumanly gorgeous." She was trying not to use names in case anyone overheard. Zipper now down, she unbuttoned
his pants and pulled out his erect penis. She briefly paused before swallowing his erection and said, "I'm not telling. Three weeks can be a very long time." Alan was so high from the erotic joy and excitement of discovery that he thought he would pass out at any moment. The fear grated on him though, and he complained, "As good as that feels, you have to stop! Can't we go somewhere and finish this in private? What if someone catches us?" It took her a while to answer because she was having too much fun bobbing up and down on his hard shaft to stop. She thought, This is sooo nasty! I can't believe I'm sucking off my own brother, and in a public place no less! I've been aroused before, but nothing like this! I hear that some women don't like cocksucking, but I can't imagine why. I feel so in control, like he's putty in my hands. Or should I say in my mouth? Heh-heh! The way he's squirming and trying not to moan is just too cute! And if I do this just right, he's going to completely explode. I can bring him to the heights of the utmost pleasure and that makes me feel so good. But not only that, I'm so hot myself that I think I'm about to drown in a puddle of my own cum! I've never leaked so much in my life! She licked and sucked a bit more, then thought to herself, God, it IS so fucking wide and fat! It seems big enough when you're holding it, but having it in your mouth is another thing altogether. My brother is hung like a horse! And all these thick inches of yummy cock sleep right across the hall from me. I'm gonna be seeing a lot of this baby from now on, heh-heh! Completely forgetting his questions, she started licking the most sensitive spot just under his penis head and asked, "Tho. How wath it with Chrithine? Did she thuck you off? In the middle of 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding' did she take your big fat penith out and give it a big fat thuck?" "Dear God, please don't mention her," he groaned. He was already painfully aroused by what his sister was doing and how good she was making him feel doing it. He didn't think it was possible that a person could get any more aroused than he already was. But when she mentioned Christine he overlaid his thoughts of her blowing him with thoughts of the sexually repressed Christine doing the same. He imagined how good it would have felt if, in the middle of the movie the night before, it was Christine who suddenly bared her big breasts and then started sucking him off. Katherine's jaw and tongue were getting tired and needed a break, so she pulled back a few inches from the tip of his penis and jacked him off instead. Looking up into his eyes, she whispered, "What's wrong? The Ice Queen doesn't put out? Boy, that's a big surprise. Would you rather get a little goodnight peck on the cheek or get stroked and blown all night long? Hmm?" Her mouth was still so close to his penis that every few words she'd stop and lightly blow on his supersensitive erection. Alan was in such a wonderful heaven that he wanted to scream for joy at the top of his lungs. But then he'd remember he couldn't do that because he was in the middle of a theater, a public place, and that would get him even more turned on and make him want to cry out even more. In the end, he tried to respond to her but could only let out a low whimpering moan. She giggled to hear him lost in the throes of lust. Encouraged, she went back to slurping on his meaty rod. She knew right away that cocksucking was something she loved to do, and she suspected she would grow to love it even more. She kept imagining sneaking into his room at all hours of day or night and holding it in her mouth for hours on end. The only problems were that her unpracticed jaw could only handle doing it a few minutes at a time and she had very little idea on the proper technique for
what she was doing. She'd lied when she'd told Alan that she'd
done this to a couple of guys on dates before - in fact, she'd never
done more than necking with any guy. But whatever she lacked in terms of technique she made up for in sheer enthusiasm. She did suffer some gagging from being
too ambitious at times, however. Even then, Alan would have cum long ago because he was so incredibly aroused, except that she didn't know where all his sensitive spots were. So she was able to keep going for nearly half an hour purely by accident.
Not only was Alan completely unaware what was happening in the movie, he hardly would have noticed if the lights were turned on and someone slapped him in the face. He was so in love with life at that moment that tears of joy actually leaked down his face.
Katherine was jacking him off and whispering, "So, would 'my big fat Greek tits' treat you like this at the movies? I think not. I'll bet Christine made you pay for both the tickets and all you got was one lousy kiss on the cheek for your trouble. Am I right?"
Alan didn't reply, but she was right.
She continued, "I'll tell you what. Next time we go out to a movie you only need to buy one ticket because I'm gonna sit on your lap the whole time! Except that I'm not going to wear any kind of skirt at all and you're not going to wear shorts or jeans. I'm gonna sit down on your huge log! That'll keep me in my place in more ways than one! We should watch a really exciting flick so I'll bounce up and down a lot. Would you like that? Would you like to spend a couple of hours with your sister bouncing in your lap? Why, it would be almost like fucking!"
Even though she was only lightly stroking him at the time, her words made him finally lose control. He knew he lost it for sure when she whispered the word "sister" almost inaudibly, directly in his ear. Alan had the most difficult time of his life cumming in public without screaming. He had to clench his teeth together so hard that it hurt, but he managed to not make that much noise. Luckily, there happened to be a song playing loudly in the movie. At the same time, his body writhed and shook in his chair like he was in a rocket ship being blasted into space.
Katherine had heard that most women didn't like to the taste of cum and that swallowing it was rare. But she was determined to drink it all down no matter how bad it tasted because it was her brother's cum and she loved him. She boldly attempted to drink it all from the very first rope that hit the back of her throat, but it was way more than she expected. Mostly out of surprise, she found herself pulling back and she ended up with most of it on her face. Alan not only ejaculated tasty cum, he also generally ejaculated a great deal of it. Still, she thought that at most it could only be a few teaspoons of ejaculate and she couldn't square that with the sensation that a torrent of cum had just blasted into her face and mouth. A lot of it ended up in her mouth and on her tongue. So as his eruption subsided she found herself testing the taste and even savoring it. She thought, Hot damn! Why does everyone say swallowing is such a repugnant act? This stuff is GOOD! I would have swallowed even if it tasted like whale oil just cos it's my brother's, but damn! Now I DON'T want to swallow only 'cos if it all goes straight down I'm gonna miss out on the yummy feast. She immediately decided that she wanted to drink as much of his cum as he could produce, on a very regular basis. She suddenly had visions of sucking him off thousands of times in the years to come. She was delighted beyond belief. CHAPTER 3 Alan was slumped in his chair and was so overwhelmed that he appeared nearly comatose. But Katherine was bubbly with excitement and whispered to him, "Big Brother, did you enjoy that as much as I did? I think so!" She giggled, completely forgetting she shouldn't use the word "brother." She went on, "I think we've got a really good thing going here. The only way you're NOT gonna find my face lapping and sucking in your lap every hour of the day from now on is if you wear some kind of metal underwear. The only thing that bums me out is the thought of all that cum that you must have spilled into hankies and whatnot over the years. But you know what's cool? Our bedrooms are right across the hall from each other! How would you like to wake up in the middle of the night some night and find me nibbling on your knob? What do you think of THAT?!" She gave him an encouraging nudge. However, Alan WAS nearly comatose. He mumbled, "Please, no more sexy... Too sexy..." Alan eventually revived enough to open his eyes and start watching her do that. He immediately began to grow aroused again, though more mentally than physically since his dick was still too sensitive to grow erect. He thought, What is it about seeing my cum on someone's face that's such a turn on? I don't know, I only know that I like it. And if Sister is at all serious with her mumblings, it looks like I could be seeing a lot more of that in the near future. Dang! But at the same time, now that Alan had cum, the post-coital let down started to hit him. He suddenly got
very self-conscious and worried. He whispered, "Sis, I loved that so much. Thanks. But just look
at you, with cum all over your face! What little there is to your dress is
opened up. We're in a public theater, for crying out loud. What if someone
sees you now?" Alan just groaned. His sister was so constantly arousing that he couldn't take it. "Don't worry. It's plenty dark and we're far from the
aisle." Alan discovered for the first time just what an erotic zone the
ear could be. She eventually asked him, "Are you going to play with my
tits already, or what? This is supposed to be an interactive activity,
you know." She just pointed at his crotch and giggled. "Oh. Yeah." So Alan put his penis through the box. Soon she vigorously rubbed his penis through all the
buttery popcorn. With her free hand, she reached into his popcorn container
and began to eat some of the popcorn. "Mmmm, I don't think I'm
ever gonna think of popcorn in the same way again," she whispered between
mouthfuls. Then he said, embarrassed, "Actually, you may find this hard to
believe, but this is the first time I've had the opportunity to, you
know. Put a finger in. With any woman." He gathered up his nerve
and stuck his finger up into her pussy. "I'm about to shoot," said Alan.
"What do I do?" His penis still was surrounded by popcorn. Katherine practically flew out of her seat, and just managed to prevent herself from screaming. CHAPTER 4 Alan rested for a while. Then he looked over at
Katherine and was struck by how naked she appeared. The straps which previously
covered her boobs were now under her arms and, from the front, made it appear as if she
was naked from the waist up. They
put their hands back on their own laps for a while. Alan could guess very well, but he didn't want to encourage her teasing or he figured he might blow yet another load before she could even touch him. Instead, he asked her nervously, "Can't you cover your boobs up? Do they
really need to be exposed like that?" Alan was weary, but no fool. Her magnificently shaped breasts looked so tempting that only a complete idiot would turn down that offer. He reached
over and resumed groping her tits. Meanwhile Katherine continued to eat
his popcorn. After about ten minutes she said, "I can't wait any
longer," and began to shovel the remaining popcorn out onto the floor with
her hands. Katherine was too busy sucking to answer. She kept at it until her jaw grew too sore to go on. When she finally pulled her face out of the box, Alan thought she looked
quite amusing. Her face was completely covered with buttery oil. There
even was a kernel of popcorn lodged in one of her nostrils. He pulled
it out for her. They both
quietly giggled. She put her hand on his upper arm and wiped. Sure enough, it was soaked with oil and left a big trail on his skin. Then she took that oily hand and brought it down to his erection. As she started to slip and slide her hand up, down, and all around, she asked, "So. Having a good time? Who's the better date, me or Christine?" Alan groaned, and for once it wasn't only because of intense pleasure. "Sis, uh, I mean Katherine, what is it with you and Christine? How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not interested in her any more?" "Oh, about a thousand. For starters." Her hand pumped and pumped and pumped. "Ten thousand." "Why?! For one thing, why does she bother you so much, but S and S don't? I don't get that." She just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Men. Duh! They're cute but so dumb. I'll bet if you were feeling an intense emotion down to your guts you'd mistake it for hunger." She leaned over and went back to sucking on his knob. "Huh? What was that all about?" But she didn't answer; she was too busy loving his thick pole. Alan was still confused, but the way she was swirling her tongue around his penis head felt so good that he eventually forgot all about the issue. He spent many minutes fondling her pussy, ass, and everywhere else he could reach. She was completely naked for all practical purposes and he wanted to get to know every last inch of her body. Katherine, by contrast, was mostly interested in his dick, and spent as much time with it in her mouth as she possibly could. At one point, Katherine even made the suggestion that
Alan should fuck her. She lifted up her leg and exposed her pussy yet
again to Alan's eyes. As Alan held his penis, she said, "Why don't
you put that someplace useful?" Her hand returned to his shaft, his
hand went to her pussy, and they went back to playing some more.
But
Katherine considered it merely a temporary, strategic retreat. She suspected that if blowjobs made her feel that good, true intercourse would probably make her feel even better. She couldn't wait to find out if it was true.
Alan started paying some attention to the movie, only because he was worried about the time. He didn't want to be sitting there with both hands running over his nearly totally naked sister with her hand bobbing in his lap when the movie ended and some people tried to get past them out the way out.
At one point, he noticed Hugh Grant in the film up on a stage, dramatically playing guitar in front of a large crowd of people. He got the vibe that it was a Hollywood kind of movie climax, so he determined to have another climax of his own, while he still could. He'd been desperately fighting the urge to cum for some time now, so it was easy as pie for him to simply give in and let go. Katherine happened to be stroking him as she rested her jaw yet again. He whispered, "Sis, you're making me so hot I can't stand it anymore. I'm gonna blow. Again! I want your hot lips around me. I wanna fill your mouth with my seed. Again! Dang, three times in an hour or so. Even I can't believe I can manage it. And it's only because you're so amazingly inspiring." She dropped her mouth to his rod yet again. She'd lost count of the dozens of times she'd done that since the movie had started. "Am I? Even more than Christine?" "Sis, if Christine is as hot as a fire in our fireplace, you're a fucking sunspot! There's no comparison. The Ice Queen isn't even worthy of holding a bag of your toenail clippings." He didn't exactly know what he meant by that weird comment, but it appeared to have worked since his sister's eyes lit up. "Really?" "Really. All she's got are the big tits, okay, and the big intellect too, but she's got a cold heart. You, you're like a fireball of pure lust. You're so sexy that you're gonna give me a heart attack!" Not everything worked, but enough did to cause him to lose control within less than a minute. He coated the back of her throat with his cum for the third time, but she still didn't get enough of it. The most remarkable thing of all though was that after all that, they still had energy left. Alan happened to be riding a wave of energy and found he was vigorously fondling her sweet body only a couple of minutes after shooting his load. His penis was still down for the count, but that didn't slow his ardor at all. The movie finally ended about five minutes later. Alan had played with Katherine's tits off and on
for most of the movie, but she didn't fully cover them up until the credits
started to roll. Katherine immediately took advantage. His dick was so slicked up with cum and popcorn oil that it was slicker than a greased pig. Her hands resumed flying up and down his penis, completely heedless of any danger. "Sssh!" He realized that he'd been moaning far too loudly, and that Katherine was making too much noise as well. He looked around the theater closely, but no one seemed the wiser. As more people stood up, he grew desperate. "Stop it, please! I beg you! If you love me, pleeeasse! Stop!" At that, she immediately stopped and began covering herself up. He'd stumbled across the magic words unwittingly, because she resolved to do anything she could to show the depth of her love for him. His only clue to this though was that she whispered, "Okay, if you put it that way..." The two of them had periodically tried to clean themselves
and their chairs off, but they hadn't brought enough napkins so Katherine's face was still covered with the
residue of buttery oil.
Alan did his best to lick it all off while the last of the other moviegoers left, but he
refused to give her a kiss on the lips, to her immense frustration. "Boundaries," he said. His stance on boundaries shifted from
minute to minute depending on which head was in control - the one on
his shoulders or the one between his legs. Katherine looked back fondly at her seat and commented, "Think about the poor
schmuck who has to clean this place up tomorrow. I wonder if he'll look
at the popcorn boxes" - both of them were on the floor in a ripped,
punctured, and mangled state - "then see all the white stuff on
the popcorn on the floor, and put two and two together!" They
both had a good laugh.
He was amazed at himself - one minute he was
calm and joking, then next he would be perspiring and shaking from nervousness.
He pointed at her seat, now that he could see it clearly. "Holy crap! And who's going to clean that?" There was cum all over the place. She had literally cum a small puddle, and then she'd smeared it all around as her ass shifted around in her seat. Popcorn kernels were stuck to it everywhere. She just walked away. "Oops. Let's say we didn't see that!" She giggled. She clung to him tightly and joked, "Good movie, huh?" Alan laughed. "Yeah! My favorite movie of all time! What was it about?" "I don't know!" she giggled. Then he said, "What was it even called, anyways?" "Ummm..." As Alan finished asking the question, he remembered that the title was "About a Boy." But he joked, "Wait, I remember. It was called 'About a Blowjob,' wasn't it?" It wasn't the funniest joke in the world, but Katherine thought it was hilarious and laughed a long time. She turned to him and flashed him such a winning smile that he thought his
heart would melt. His fears and doubts completely dissolved, and they
walked down the street in a state of near giddiness, hand in hand. "What's that?" "That you don't see any more movies with Christine." "Okay, fine. After what you did to me, I'd give you the world. However, you should have been more demanding. No more movies with her, but that doesn't mean no more outings period." "Grrr!" "But why? Why this big jealousy of her, and only her?" "You doof! Don't you get it? It's because she's like me, but better. Mom and Suzanne are different enough that they don't feel like direct competition. But Christine feels like competition." "Never. First off, there's nothing going on with her and me, so don't worry. Second, I love you so much that it physically hurts. True, I had a crush on her, but that doesn't even begin to compare with the years of fun and love you and I have shared. And most importantly, she's not better than you in any way, unless maybe one is into breast size, and I don't know anyone like that." She laughed at his joke since he was such a notorious tit man. She elbowed him in the ribs. "Liar! However, I love that you lied for me." She clung to him even tighter. The truth was, he was lying. Christine was not only drop dead gorgeous, but she was also a near genius. That was what Katherine feared the most, because she knew that Alan's interest in a beautiful airhead would only go so far, but Christine had the smarts to be a potential soul mate for him. However, he was honest in expressing how much stronger his feelings for his sister were. They made it to the car. It was a dark parking lot and they were far from anyone else. As Alan stood by the driver's side, ready to open the door, Katherine said, "Here, let me get your keys for you." Alan rolled his eyes and sighed. "Sis, first off, I can get the keys myself. Secondly, that's not even my pocket." She feigned confusion. "It isn't?" She giggled. "Never mind though. I've found something a lot more interesting." She rubbed Alan's newly emergent erection over his pants. She stopped stroking it for a moment, but then said, "Awww. Poor thing. Looks like it could use some help. Oh! I know! How 'bout I give it a good massage?" She broke into another fit of giggles as she resumed stroking it. Alan was still trying to pull her hand away but not trying that hard. It simply felt too good. At least he managed to grasp her wrist tightly enough to keep her hand from moving up and down very much. He thought, Sis has already tried something like this twice since we left the movie theater and she just won't take no for an answer. Doesn't she realize the danger, even out here in the parking lot? His thoughts ran deeper. You know, Sis has always been a bit spoiled. Why is it that she got that way and I didn't? I think maybe it was because Mom seemed to need my help with Father being gone so much. I remember one time she told me that with him being always overseas, it was up to me to be the "man of the house." That made me feel so good, so responsible. Hmm. I wonder if even back then, if I wasn't so eager to be a good kid just so I could win Mom’s favor in hopes of becoming her lover someday. I mean, I tried so hard not to look at her as a sexual creature, but when your Mom has looks to put most Hollywood actresses to shame, it's hard not to feel something, at least subconsciously. Not to mention her chest. DANG, that chest! Alan luxuriated in intensely pleasurable feelings as he thought about his mother and her big rack. He realized though the feelings seemed uncommonly powerful and then he remembered with a start that his sister was still stroking his erection. While he was thinking, he'd loosened the grip on his hand and now it was moving up and down too as Katherine's hand carried it along. He grasped her wrist tighter and forced her hand off of his crotch altogether. "Awww...." she pouted. "I was using that. Can't you play with one of your own?" She giggled. He finally took the car keys out of his pocket. "Sis, come on. I told you no, and I'm serious. You have to promise me, no fondling like that in public without my permission. It's too dangerous and you'll ruin everything!" With a pouty sigh, she conceded. "Okay. God, that's fun though. I could feel the warmth right through your pants." They finally got in the car and headed home. CHAPTER 5 (Sunday, Oct. 20) On Sunday, everyone went to church but him. For a couple of years he had refused to attend church because he found religion boring. He thought he would kick back and read the Sunday paper. But almost as soon as the car pulled out of the driveway Suzanne came over to the house and let herself in. She grabbed Alan's hand before he even knew what was happening and dragged him back to his room, saying, "Hi Sweetie. Let's make up for lost time, shall we?" Alan watched her long tongue snaking out and flicking at the very tip of his erection, and considered that he could have been in a church, listening to a boring sermon instead. He thought, It's a good thing I'm not religious, or I might be too morally distraught to properly enjoy this, heh-heh. As Alan's lust was just starting to build up, he pointed out, "What do you mean, 'so long,' Aunt Suzy? It's been less than twenty-four hours." "That's too long in my book," Suzanne said, then she swallowed his penis head and twirled her tongue all around it for a little while. Finally, she added, "Aren't you happy to see me? You seem a little grumpy." "I'm totally happy to see you. It's just, well... This is kind of embarrassing and maybe Freudian, but I keep thinking of Mom and Ron. ... I'd probably even get flaccid thinking about it, except that you're the cocksucking queen of the universe." After she went to town on his most sensitive spot, he added, "DANG, that feels good!" But he was still frowning, despite the intense pleasure. Suzanne looked up briefly, saw his worried face, and said, "Don't worry, they didn't have sex last night, if that's what you're thinking." "They didn't? How do you know?" Suzanne looked like she was going to tell him something, but in the end just went back to gobbling on his penis head, mumbling, "I just know." Alan thought back to how tired Ron had looked after his flight and found himself nodding, even though Suzanne couldn't see him doing that. Cupping his balls with a free hand, she came up for air after a while and said in an especially sultry voice, "Do you like that? Do you like that your mother is putting the horns on your father because she's so addicted to your cock? I'll bet if she had sex with him, she'd feel like she's cheating on you. Oooh! It's all so oedipal!" she added with glee. "It's not like that!" Alan protested. "She was just reluctantly helping me with my condition, but she doesn't even do that any more." But secretly he was very pleased. Alan, emboldened by Suzanne's sexy words, the fact that she wore nothing but panties, and even by what he did with his sister the night before, waited until Suzanne was busy with his erection in a near deep throat and had both hands tugging on his balls. Then he stuck his hand under her wet panties and put a finger in her pussy. He was delighted to find that she did nothing to stop him. Instead, when she had to take a breather from all the cocksucking a minute later, she jokingly pretended that she didn't know what he was doing. "Boy, Sweetie, it's a good thing you don't know anything about finger-fucking, or you just might dare to try it out on me. And we both know how that's against the rules!" They chuckled at the pretense. Alan thought amusedly that he had hated how long church sermons went on, but now he wished church would never end. Suzanne had been stroking and sucking for a good twenty minutes and it seemed like the two of them could keep doing it forever. But they could only dance on the edge for so long. Eventually, without any special stimulation or reason, Alan suddenly lost control. He just barely had time to shout, "Watch out!" before he started firing into Suzanne's tonsils. It had been great fun, but unfortunately Suzanne couldn't coax him back to life that morning. By the time the family returned, the two of them sat in the living room and innocently read sections of the newspaper. After she left, he thought, How could something that feels so good possibly be wrong? It's not wrong to fuck someone like Suzanne or even my mom. What's wrong is letting a beautiful woman like that go even one hour without being fucked. Such a woman needs to be put into stirrups and fucked every hour of the day by as many cocks as can find holes! It's not my fault I was born with such a hot mother. One such woman would drive any man to complete distraction, but I've got four in my house, counting Amy, and then there's Ms. Rhymer in school, and Akami to consider, too. Dang, she looks fine. It's amazing I haven't been reduced to a drooling, gibbering idiot already, with all these fine ladies running around. I guess that's the "price" of living the rich life in Southern California, heh-heh. Later in the day, Susan and Suzanne took off to do some shopping. Ron had revived from his traveling ordeal and went off to play golf with one of his friends. Katherine immediately cornered Alan and got him to agree to shave her pussy. She wanted it shaved so her naked, soon-to-be-painted crotch would be less noticeable for the cheerleading practices starting the next day. Once it was done, Alan inaugurated the new look with a fresh finger fuck while still in the bathroom. Then Katherine wanted to reciprocate with a pleasant blowjob. She pouted, "Isn't it about time that you ask me to suck you off? " They both laughed. She continued more seriously, "Really though. Anytime you want it. Anytime, sweetheart. Don't make me wait. After we did it last night, why not today?" "That's not stopping you from giving me a nice finger bang." Alan had his finger in her pussy again. "True. But it just seems like we could escape this easier. If you get really into a blowjob, I know at least that I'll be so out of my mind with pleasure that a whole herd of elephants would escape my attention." "What if I suck, but I suck at sucking?" She giggled. Alan's resolve was slowly weakening. What if we're really careful? It wouldn't take that long. I'm mean, this is my sister and she's eager! But just then, they heard a knock on the door. "I heard some noises. Anyone in there?" They both looked around frantically, but they had been so careless that neither of them had come into the bathroom with any clothing. Luckily, there was one big towel that hung on a rack, so Alan wrapped it around his waist. He figured he could walk out in that. There were only hand towels for Katherine. Alan and Katherine began to use the water at the bottom of the bathtub to wash their faces and otherwise clean themselves up. He got out the shaving cream, and covered Katherine's pussy with it while she sat naked in a pool of water on the floor of the bathtub. Then Alan, wrapped in a towel and with a razor in his hand, finally opened the door. His hand that was holding the razor also kept his penis pushed safely down between his legs, so it wouldn't create a big bulge in the towel. Alan and Katherine forced themselves to laugh along. They got a little sloppier about keeping the noise down, now that Amy confirmed the coast was still clear. Katherine nodded. She thought, Amy's such a nice person, but boy is she an airhead sometimes. I can't believe she's buying this! Amy took off her socks and stepped into the tub. She still wore her shorts and T-shirt. "Why did you stop rubbing, Amy?" asked Katherine, as if she was offended. "Didn't you say you wanted to touch it?" "I didn't want her to get her shirt wet in the tub," Katherine explained, barely suppressing a knowing giggle. Actually, Amy wasn't completely naked, as Katherine pointed out: "I also had her put on some of my high heeled shoes, as you know it's pretty standard procedure to wear high heeled shoes when shaving a pussy." Again, she could barely suppress a snicker. Alan had seen Amy naked before as she was quickly changing, but now he could stare at her as long as he liked. Amy really does have a hairy pussy, much more so than Sis did. I wonder what she would look like bald down there too. Only one way to find out! He had her sit on the rim of the bathtub, and put her feet on the dry floor on the other side of the tub. Being in the tub wasn't really necessary, but Katherine still sat in the shallow water and looked like she didn't want to move. But she just said "M'kay!" in a happy, singsong voice. Amy immediately closed her eyes. Alan could see every detail of what his sister did, but Amy was totally oblivious. For one thing, Amy was facing the wrong way. Admittedly, if she did open her eyes, she could look in the mirror and see Katherine's wanton display a mere foot or two behind her. But luckily she kept her eyes closed. Alan counted on the fact that Amy was not only naïve, but also extremely obedient. Katherine saw his predicament and helped out by taking over the shaving duties for a while, so he could focus more on fingering Amy. They might have been tricking her, but they wanted her to have a good time. Katherine returned to fingering herself in the bathtub. Alan constantly ran his fingers around the inside walls of Amy's pussy, as if he was really checking for bumps. He also pushed his fingers as far back as they could go, as if checking for the really hard to reach bumps. At that both Alan and Katherine couldn't resist laughing out loud. Katherine also started to masturbate herself again as well. Amy soon began to wiggle her ass around in response to Alan's fingers. Finally Alan couldn't take it anymore and, as he shot his load, he pointed his hard-on straight down. The cum landed all over the bathroom floor. He then took some shaving cream and splattered it on the floor as well. He hoped that Amy would just mistake his cum for more of the cream. Her pussy smell wafted into the air and filled Alan's nostrils. "Are you feeling flush and tingly?" he asked. When Amy's back was turned, Alan frantically pointed towards the garage, and Katherine got the message that a parent had returned. Alan took a shower, to better cover their tracks. Even though it could only have been his mother at that hour, he was still shaken by how close they'd come to being caught. A case in point happened that evening. While Katherine and Alan ate dinner, talking and facing each other, Susan and Ron were engaged in another conversation at the head of the table. But rather than give up altogether, she completely unpeeled the banana and put it on her plate. Periodically throughout the meal, when she thought her parents weren't looking, she would pick the banana up again and lick it just like a penis, even focusing on where the sensitive spot just below the penis head would be. She would give up in the face of renewed kicking by Alan, and then the process would start all over again. It kept Alan on edge throughout the meal, in more ways than one. Katherine picked up the banana again and nearly deep throated it this time, while grinning madly. But Alan urgently whispered, "Stop that right now! Sis, please! Are you fucking insane?! For the love of God will you please stop and promise me you'll never do it again?" Alan nearly had a cardiac arrest though. He thanked the powers that be that his mother was so sexually oblivious. "Susan, have you taken a look at her? Talk about a knockout! I've literally never seen such a big chest in my life. She's bigger in that area than you or me, and that's saying something." That night, as everyone was going to bed, Alan lay in his bed and masturbated to visions of his mother. Normally he was very quiet while going about his business, but he thought about the intense Tuesday they'd shared together, and he got so excited that he couldn't help but moan out loud. As he came close to orgasm, he didn't even realize that he loudly said, "Mother! Yes! Oh, Mom. Oh my God!" He was so busy with his orgasm that he didn't even notice when she opened the door and rushed to his bedside. "Mom! Unh! Oh God!" he cried again. She'd rushed right up to the edge of the bed and reached out to him just as he began to cum. Normally he'd have grabbed a tissue or towel, but the shock of seeing her turned his brain off, and he simply began to shoot his seed up in the air. Since he'd turned towards his mother, she became the main target. Ropes of cum shot towards her before she knew what was happening. But in her most chipper voice, Susan gamely stated in a loud voice, "I'm in Alan's room, dear. I just stubbed my toe. I'll be along in a minute." Susan and Alan nervously waited for Ron to open the door. She prayed that in the darkness and with her back to the door, he wouldn't see that she was drenched in her son's cum. He and Susan waited until they were sure Ron was gone. Alan's heart still pounded in his chest, and he never felt so frightened in his life. He thought, I can't take this. All this sex stuff is so great, but I'm gonna be a teenaged heart attack victim within weeks! In the bathroom she cursed Alan and his close call under her breath. She made to turn on the water faucet and rinse herself off, but she thought back to her intense Tuesday and all the blowjobs she'd given him, and the wonderful, unforgettable taste of Alan's cum. There still was a good amount of cum on her, here and there. Against her will, she found herself licking up his cum and stuffing it into her mouth. She licked up more cum, and moaned with pleasure. Oh God! This is so wrong! Lord, give me strength to stop. Please! CHAPTER 9 (Monday, Oct. 21) Susan was happy as can be one second and broken down and bawling the next. She buried her face in her hands and cried and cried. Between sobs, she said, "No! Not at all! Nothing on Saturday. You saw how weary he looked, and I couldn't stop thinking about my cutie Tiger! Then, last night, I psyched myself up to do something with him, but he went to bed as soon as the party ended, saying that he was still very tired and needed to get onto a California time schedule because of jet lag!"
As Susan's sobs started to die down, she finally added, "I think he's cheating on me. No, I know it! He was feeling fine enough to play golf yesterday afternoon, but he had no energy for me last night!" That led to a new bout of gut wrenching sobs. Once Susan more or less calmed down, Suzanne had a long talk with her. Suzanne encouraged Susan to believe that Ron was having an affair. Suzanne had no doubt that Ron was cheating; she had evidence that she didn't want to share just yet because it would make Susan feel even more miserable. She was trying to break things to her slowly. But she also was holding back to share what she knew until it served her larger strategic purposes. Now the time was right, and Suzanne was setting some more wheels in motion. She hoped that by getting Susan to see the light about Ron, that would open the door for Susan to have more sexual fun with Alan and then eventually with Suzanne herself. Seeing that things were getting too heavy and depressing, Suzanne suggested a break. "Susan, regardless of the situation with Ron, everyone's still counting on you to provide visual stimulation for Alan. Look at me and then look at you. Couldn't you try a little harder to let your beauty show?" "But what about Ron?" Suzanne grabbed Susan's hand and pulled her up. "Here, let's go upstairs and play dress up. I'll show you how you can dress conservatively and not show much but still give off a sexy vibe." So they changed outfits for a while. Susan had never cared much about clothes before; for her, decided what to wear was just another daily chore like brushing one's teeth. But Suzanne made dressing up fun and exciting, plus she had the powerful incentive now of trying to get her son an erection as often as possible. However, after an hour or so of that, the conversation eventually drifted back to Ron. They discussed the future and the possibility of divorce. Susan grew panicky about money because she didn't think she could make it without Ron. She had never held a paying job in her life, while her children were about to start college. Suzanne, however, had the facts behind her. "Susan, first of all, no one is saying that a divorce is a must at this point. We're thinking about options. But if you did divorce, you wouldn't have to worry. I know your finances probably better than you do, since I spend so much of my free time managing my investments and helping you with yours. True, almost all of your family's money is in Ron's name, but that doesn't matter because it's community property so you'd get half of it in a divorce. And it's a lot of money - about five million dollars, plus the value of your paid-off house, all of it earned during your marriage. And you'd get alimony. Based on what Ron earns, that would be at least a hundred thousand a year." Susan asked, "But what if Ron were to stiff me? I know it's not like him, he is basically a nice guy and his parents would never forgive him, but what if?" "True," Suzanne conceded, "it's good to consider a worst case scenario. But he has an equity interest in his business, and he won't give that up – it's worth a lot more to him if he keeps it than if was liquidated by sale to his-owners. He'd end up screwing himself a lot worse than he would you, so he won't just abandon you and stay in Asia where our courts can't get to him. But more than that, there are things you don't know. Things that would disturb you. I'm can't tell you just yet. But the long and the short of it is that I can guarantee with 100 percent certainty that you and your children won't suffer financially from a divorce, if it comes to that. I swear to God as your best friend I would never lie about something like this." Susan looked at Suzanne curiously. "Please don't play games with me. Why can't you tell me? This sounds like something I need to know!" "And you will. Soon. Very soon. But I just need to make sure of a few things first. Can you wait a couple more days?" Susan nodded. "However, there is another secret I can tell you that'll help your financial future. Susan, I love you. I really do. You know I'm an only child - you're like the sister I never had. Hell, you're closer than that." "I love you too, Suzanne. I feel the same way. 'Best friends' doesn't even begin to cover it. But how will that save me in a horrible divorce?" "Do you think I'd leave my best friend twisting in the wind? As successful as Ron is in business, Eric's in a much higher league. I spend a couple of hours most every day researching and wisely managing my investments, Ron's investments, and even yours and Ron's. You know how well I did getting in early with the Yahoo stock, for instance. The bottom line is, the money I have in my own name is worth a very good chunk of change. If you were to divorce Ron and didn't have enough to keep your current lifestyle, I'll make up the difference! I really will. Just the interest on my separate property is about equal to the alimony you'd get from Ron. Sending Alan and Katherine through college and whatever else comes up, we'll tackle it together." Susan was so moved she stood up and smothered Suzanne in a great big hug. "Oh Suzanne! You're just the best friend I could ever have! What would I do without you?!" But then she stared into Suzanne's eyes aghast. "But I can't accept that offer from you! That would be wrong. A horrible imposition! It just wouldn't be fair to you!" As they stared into each other's eyes from inches away, Suzanne replied, "Hey, it's my money, and I get to choose how to spend it. Besides, I'm rolling in dough. I'm worth almost as much as you and Ron, and that's not even counting my share of community property with Eric. Face it: both of us are filthy rich. You live the fairly frugal lifestyle that you grew up with, but not me. For instance, I easily have ten times the clothes you do, and I always buy the best of everything while you shop at Costco. The fact is, I have more money than I know what to do with. If I want to spend it to make you, Alan, and Katherine happy, why can't I do that instead of buying a hundred more pairs of shoes I'll only wear once or twice?" She grinned. "You wanna turn me into Imelda Marcos or something? If I had more money I seriously wouldn't even know what to spend it on. Come on, let me help you! If the tables were turned, wouldn't you do the same?" Susan thought about that, and then replied, "You know I would. But still, I'd feel horribly guilty accepting your money." "Well, it's all just a hypothetical anyway, IF you get a divorce, and IF Ron doesn't pay enough alimony. Frankly I don't see how he could stop from splitting the community property no matter what he tried, because my power of attorney to manage it means that I have to sign off on any changes! And then there are other things I'm working on that'll only help the financial situation even more. Trust me! The bottom line is, you have enough worries on your mind, you don't need to worry about money. I won't let you down." Susan too felt an electricity and found herself tempted to kiss as well, but decided it was just an agape love. The two of them had rarely said "I love you" to the other, so this was a big moment. She felt relief that the hug was broken, even while she was so happy that she wanted to fling herself onto Suzanne and squeeze her forever with an even more powerful hug. The two of them continued to talk about Ron. Susan wanted to directly confront Ron about his cheating but didn't know how to go about it. But Suzanne suggested, "I think it's better you don't say anything to him or let on at all. His visit here is just a short time, and he's probably been cheating on you for ages so what's the difference in letting things go another week or two? Then, when he's back in Thailand, I know just who to contact to find out for sure about his cheating." Suzanne knew that Susan needed some hope to cling to about Ron, at least for the time being. So she added, "Besides, maybe this whole thing is just a terrible mistake. Right now, you should give him the benefit of the doubt and be your normal self until we have hard evidence." "But you make it seem so certain," Susan whined. "And how can I act normal around him?" "Just remember, in this country it's innocent until proven guilty. And remember that you've been a cold fish sexually for twenty years. Now that you know what sexual pleasure is really like, can you see how tough it would have been for him to go without that for so long? Many, many husbands would have cheated if they had a wife, who, for all intents and purposes, and I'm sorry how harsh this sounds, but if they had a wife who looks like a porn star but in bed is no better than a blow-up doll." Susan sniffled. She was still red-eyed and recovering from crying. "You're right. I've been a horrible wife. Horrible!" "Think of it this way," Suzanne suggested. "Ron obviously is having trouble being sexually attracted to you. It's something that eventually happens in almost all marriages at some point. Remember that he was brainwashed by his parents and church just like you were that sex is only for procreation. That hasn't helped your situation a bit. I don't know the kind of crazy stuff they teach in the Midwest, but I sure am glad I didn't grow up there!" "Hey! That's not very nice." "No it's not, but neither is the guilt and subjugation of women that that wacked out church you and Ron grew up with pounded into your heads." "Okay, I'll admit I did pick up a certain kind of ... fear, I suppose, of sex, but 'wacked out' is way too unkind. They're good people!" Suzanne rolled her eyes when Susan wasn't looking, but she realized religion was a delicate subject and decided that now wasn't the time to get Susan more upset after the talk about Ron cheating. So she plowed ahead with her argument. "I'm sure they're well meaning and I'm sorry for saying 'wacked out.' In any case, don't give up just yet. Some marriages have survived worse. Maybe you and he could have a sexual revival which could lead to an overall revival of your marriage. But not yet. First, we need more information. Just play dumb for the rest of his trip. Don't try anything new with him sexually because that'll set off his alarm bells. Can you do that?" "I'll try." Suzanne let that conversation sink in for a while. She was confident things would go just as she wanted them to. Susan was fully capable of making intelligent decisions on her own, but she was also naturally submissive. If Suzanne took charge and gave strong advice, Susan almost inevitably followed her lead. This was especially true about anything related to sex. Susan knew she was a babe in the woods whereas Suzanne somehow always knew exactly the right thing to do. The two mothers changed and then did their morning exercises in Susan's nearly professional-quality basement workout room. Suzanne joked around and acted gaily to put Susan back in a decent mood. They were nearly done with their sweaty workout when Suzanne decided to bring up the topic of Ron again. As Suzanne pedaled on an expensive exercise machine, she said, "Susan, I'm very proud of your decision with Alan. It looks like your new attitude has prevented things from getting out of hand." Suzanne pretended to agree. "That's very wise. I'm glad it all worked out." But then she lowered the boom. "Just one problem though. Have you seen Alan lately; how he's been behaving?" "Yes, he can be a good actor, can't he? He looks fine on the outside, but inside he's dying." "Dying?!" "Haven't you been helping him? Wait! I don't want to know. ... No, I'd better know. Oh God, tell me, but please don't tell me the details!" "Have you seen his chart lately?" Suzanne asked, referring to the chart on his door marking the number of times he climaxed in a day. "No," Susan admitted. "To be honest, I've been keeping out of his room altogether just to avoid having to look at that chart. I want to put all reminders of ... what happened ... out of my life." Suzanne could tell when Susan was lying because she was a horrible liar. She knew that Susan was telling the truth and hadn't seen the chart lately, which gave her the freedom to exaggerate about the results. "It's terrible, Susan, just terrible. He barely manages. It's been plummeting down on a six, five, four, three, two, one, zero trajectory." "Haven't you been helping? Everyone calls you the real life Jessica Rabbit. Certainly you can stop that slide, can't you?" Suzanne sighed as if the weight of the world was on her. "I've tried, I really have. But to be honest, I haven't been able to help that much. How can I, between Ron being here and not wanting to offend you and not wanting to violate the new restrictions you've created?" That was mostly true, but now she blatantly lied, "It's growing tougher and tougher each day. It takes him forever to get hard, and longer still to reach a conclusion. He's in his room an hour or more sometimes, just trying to get erect. He tells me the porno videos and magazines you bought have done little for his inspiration, since he feels like he's failed in the real world, first with Christine and then upsetting you. Sometimes, even I can't get him hard at all, no matter what I do." "How could you have seen him from inside the bathroom?" Suzanne pried. Susan blushed a deeper red. "Um, I was, uh, I heard him cry out, and I thought he was in pain, so I rushed in, and, well, he was doing his thing." "What did he yell out exactly?" Susan turned away and replied so quietly that it couldn't even be called a whisper. "What was that?" Suzanne asked. Susan answered a tiny bit louder. "Something about me." Suzanne was only able to catch that from watching Susan's lips. "Did you say, 'Something about me'?" Susan dropped her head in shame and nodded her head almost imperceptibly. "What does that mean, exactly? I don't understand that expression. Why compare a woman to a, er, commode?" "It just means a woman who's fit and shapely, like a building put together as solid as a rock wall, and it usually implies having a great rack. But my point is, with you acting sexy and providing visual stimulation, Alan can easily get in a sexy mood and I can help him or he can help himself without much problem. But when you act like you have been lately, almost nothing can inspire him. Ron being here of course just makes it twice as bad. Frankly, we may have to give up on his treatment altogether." "Oh no!" "I'm afraid so. Maybe no man is meant to climax six times a day. Certainly that would be an impressive achievement for a married man or someone with a serious girlfriend, but can you imagine how it must be for someone who still hasn't even kissed a girl? To do it every single day? We'll have to talk to the nurse, but I don't know how much longer he'll be able to go on falling far below his daily target. Perhaps he'll have to stop the treatment and take the other option. You know, the pill treatment that will give him breasts like a woman, God forbid." The real reason Susan didn't like it was that she felt possessive. In her heart of hearts she still wanted to be the one Alan would turn to first for a cocksucking or handjob, and she didn't want him to develop a strong crush on Suzanne. This completely clashed with her renewed morality, but she unconsciously felt that way just the same. And she had a concern that with Suzanne and Alan getting sexual outside the home and with no one to drop in on them, they'd be fucking before long. That, in fact, was Suzanne's exact plan. But Susan was so desperate now to help Alan's "crisis" that another part of her seriously considered letting Suzanne have her way with him. Now that the topic had been breached again, Suzanne made it a point to resume mentioning Alan's penis at every possible opportunity. She was still talking about it in mostly non-sexual terms while discussing his "crisis" but at least it had Susan frequently thinking about it again. Every day for the past week or so, something had put him in close proximity with his sister's pussy. First he'd watched her frig herself, then he put suntan lotion on it, then he painted it, then rubbed it with a brush and soap, then fingered it at the movies, then shaved it and fingered it some more. And now today he was sure that things would continue or go even further, even with Kim there. Katherine was doing everything she could to help speed that collapse. For instance, after Alan showered this morning, he heard his sister call for him from within her room. So he went in to see what she wanted. She lay nude on the floor, on top of the clothes she had set out to wear for school. In class later that day, he found to his surprise that he could temporarily put these types of incidents out of his mind, and somewhat focus on his classes. Ms. Rhymer, again, motioned for him to speak with her after class. But this time he just said, "Can't today, gotta run," and flew out the door. Katherine and Kim both eyed him from a distance as he entered the closet. They made their way in one by one shortly thereafter. And as soon Kim was in, Alan said with a big smile on his face, "Hi, Kim, my name is Alan. Now get naked." Of course he didn't have to put it that way, but he was in a good mood. He felt like letting it all hang out today, both literally and figuratively. Kim said, "I just have to say I think this whole thing is really sexy." Alan nodded. He was surprised to see that Kim also pulled her top up over her boobs to show that she didn't wear a bra. He also noted that she seemed a bit nervous despite her willingness to bare her body. He looked at his sister and added to himself, Several crimes at once, probably. But he was resolved to do the painting anyway. Soon their tongues were enmeshed, and their hands ran all over each other. Alan's hands quickly found his sister's naked ass. It occurred to him as he kissed and fondled that not only was this his first kiss with his sister, but this was his first mouth-to-mouth kiss, period. It also occurred to him that was because this was on the other side of the boundaries which had been drawn by his mother. Even at the movies on Saturday night they had somehow refrained from serious kissing and Suzanne had held back on it too. He reluctantly pulled his sister away. He was disappointed at how unromantic his first kiss was. Erotic, yes, but not romantic. Katherine didn't even realize it was his first real kiss, and he decided not to mention anything about it. He didn't want to admit just how sexually inexperienced he was. Katherine immediately pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees. "That's better. You can sit back down now," she said. He did. She looked back at her brother with fierce determination. "Fuck the boundaries already! Don't you know I wouldn't mind if you stuck your meaty schlong up and deep into the very center of my body and pounded me over and over again, every night and every day? Not only that, but you said yesterday that you owe me a big one, that you'd do any favor for me. The big one you owe me is in your pants, very BIG Brother, and I command you to fuck me with it as my favor." Her hands flew fast over his erection now, and she leaned forward in the very tiny room and rubbed her boobs against his back. When she stopped talking she began to nibble on his ears, only because she couldn't kiss him on the mouth from her position. That thought drastically cooled his passions. He turned around and began painting again. "Sorry Kim," he said, "my sister is so horny that I think the only solution is to lock her up." They all laughed. Katherine again reached around Alan from behind to fondle his prick some more. "I'm sorry, but I'm just so excited. Big Bro, do you realize what you just said? You admitted that you want to do it. Do the nasty! How sweet! How can you expect me not to cream all over when you say that? Now we don't have to play games anymore. You're going to deflower me! It's only a matter of finding the right place and not getting caught." He began to focus more on the painting. It wasn't easy, between his sister's hands on his stiff rod and Kim frigging herself mere inches from his face. He protested, "Sssh! Don't call me that in a sexual context at school! What if someone's listening right now? This is total insanity! Please don't say another word, I beg of you!" She momentarily took her hands off of his tool. She took her top off, and then took his T-shirt off. Then she leaned into him, and rubbed her naked boobs up and down the skin of his back. It was the best she could do from her awkward position behind him, but it still made him feel great, especially as she soon had her hand back stroking his erection. Kim turned. Alan had to cum, but with Katherine behind him and school supplies from wall to wall, there was no safe place to dump his load. He leaned forward towards Kim's legs, which already were only inches from the tip of his penis, and began to squirt into his hands. What he missed splattered onto one of her legs. When Katherine realized his penis had started to spurt, she increased the speed of her stroking and gripped his rod even tighter. "Sorry!" he said to Kim as it all came out. His feelings were so intense that he had little control over where he was shooting and just hoped not to make too big of a mess. Kim had never actually seen a penis cum before, so the sight of Alan's big shaft spurting stream after stream of cum was a thrilling sight for her. As his hot cum splattered onto her leg a tingle of excitement shot through her whole body. Alan just nodded grimly. He was too worried about getting caught to laugh. Kim went on, "I hope this isn't normal, 'cos you two are like walking orgasms. Every second I've seen you two together, you've been horny and just getting hornier and hornier. It's too much for a little girl like me to take!" She reached down and scooped up some of his cum off of her leg. Alan was embarrassed at being so horny with his sister around Kim, but Katherine wasn't. She just winked and said, "You go girl! Give it a taste. It's surprisingly good." "Ooh! There's another girl involved? Do I know her? What's she like?" Kim assumed it was a girl. Alan replied vaguely, "She's very pretty. Very sexual. Talented, too." Kim just nodded as she thought about that. She noticed that Katherine didn't disagree with what he was saying and was intrigued that she didn't seem to be jealous. In fact, right then Katherine suggested to Kim, "You've got to try some more. Why don't you drink it straight from the source?" Katherine and Alan looked at each other. Alan realized that since Kim and Amy were both cheerleaders, Kim would need to get clued in sooner or later. So he said, "I've seen Amy naked, and touched her and teased her a bit, but that's as far as it goes. She's so innocent, you know? To do more, it just wouldn't feel right. Kind of like stealing candy from a baby." "Interesting," Kim said. "So who's the other mystery girl, then?" Alan just answered, "Sorry, I can't kiss and tell." So Kim changed the subject. "Why don't we get on with the painting, now that you two are done playing around? Or is touching my pussy going to make you lose it again, Alan?" After another minute of jilling her, he commented, "I wonder if Michelangelo ever had to do this, to finish one of his paintings." He was more relaxed now and wasn't whispering though he did keep his voice down. After a long pause, he said, "I'm thinking about the idea, okay? That's it." Deliberately and rapidly changing topics, he turned to Kim and said, "By the way, I'm done with the front now. Sorry, I'm going to have to stop fingering you. I like how you shaved, by the way. Is that new, for today?" She stood less than a foot behind him, totally naked now and touching herself all over. She was lost in the throes of erotic ecstasy as she dug deep into her pussy with two fingers. Alan began with her butt. Rivers of her juices rolled down her legs, distracting him. With her butt right in his face, he noticed what a beautiful, well-shaped bottom his sister had. As many times as he had seen it, he had never truly appreciated what a great ass it was. He could smell her pussy, too, and the combination of her beautiful ass, flowing pussy juices, and the aroma of sex which exuded from between her legs made his penis begin to twitch again. He thought, Sis is so totally fuckable; why does she have to be my sister? ... On the other hand, if she wasn't my sister I probably wouldn't even know her. Heck, no way would girls like Amy or Sis even associate with me if it wasn't for the proximity and knowing each other so long. I wish there was some way I could undo the sister label though, so she could be my girlfriend. Seeing her hands still roaming over her breasts, he barked, "I said, put your hands behind your head already!" That gave her an idea, and she continued in a helpless voice, "Officer Alan, please don't hurt me! ... What's that? You have to do a full body cavity search because I was driving over the speed limit? With me naked like this by the side of a busy highway? ... Don't you trust your own sister? ... Well okay, if you have to, but why are you taking off your pants? ... You're going to probe my cavities with THAT?! It's so big! That's not like any kind of Breathalyzer test I've ever heard about, but if you say so!" He turned to Katherine and said sarcastically, "Why don't we just do it out in the hallway to make sure we'll get caught?" Katherine on the other hand bounced up and down in excitement, which forced him to pause. Katherine got Alan to agree that the ban on her behavior would end at exactly Wednesday at midnight. She planned on being with him as soon as the minute hand ticked. When he returned just before the end of lunch, he also had a can of air freshener. Both women stood naked from the waist down and had a normal conversation with each other when he stepped back in. He'd used a special knock first, so they weren't worried. Alan decided that next time the need arose, he would get something that smelled like a powerful cleaning agent to mask any smell. Katherine was late to class, but it didn't matter much. Kim spoke to Heather before practice. The two of them had previously thought up some devious plans for what they would do with Katherine during practice that day, but Kim begged that they delay until Thursday, even though she wouldn't tell Heather why. Heather reluctantly agreed. Suzanne was there and stood completely naked. He didn't even need to see her to get excited, because a pleasant smell that was a mixture of perfume and strawberry filled the room. He noticed that she covered her crotch with her hand and looked very serious. He let the matter slide that she didn't exactly need to be naked to talk about something. He sat down on his bed across the room from where she stood and said, "Sure. Shoot." "I don't know... Sounds dicey. But whatever scheme you've got going, I know you're going to talk me into saying yes to it. How could I possibly deny you anything when you're standing there looking like that? I worship the ground you walk on." She got down on her knees pulled down his shorts and boxers, and swallowed his newly hard penis. He had to look away, because the sight of her long reddish brown hair and pale back and butt on all fours before him was sexy enough to make him immediately cum. His attempt to stop himself didn't do any good though. He wasn't practiced enough with his PC muscle exercises. As his semen started to spurt down her throat, her head bobbed furiously up and down the length of his penis and she swallowed every drop of his cum. Suzanne was so sexy in everything she did that he wondered how he could even last a minute. She had a way of swaying her ass up and down and in circles all around whenever she sucked him off from this position that drove him bonkers with unbridled lust. After he finished cumming, he felt pretty bad for having such little control, and he was physically wiped out as well. Had Suzanne been with one of her previous lovers, she might have smirked at the lack of self-control. But with Alan, she wanted to build up his ego and his self-control so she could get better and better. She popped his shrinking penis out of her mouth, looked up into his eyes, and said, "Thanks for the tasty treat! Do you mind if I lick it all over to make sure I get every last drop?" "You're kidding, right?" "No..." She started to lick. "Why would I kid you?" "Oh man! Too sensitive! Sorry, but can you hold back on that?" She gave him a sexy pout as she stopped. "What did I do to deserve you? Don't you mind that I have no control at all?" Sweetie, you have tons of control. I've been with you for twenty minutes or more before you popped. Frankly, I'm impressed. But you've been building up at school for hours so of course you've got a quick trigger. You'll do better the second time, I'm sure." Unfortunately for the both of them, Alan had too much stimulation at lunch and knew he wasn't going to get hard again. He said, "Sorry, Suzanne. Maybe after my nap?" But Suzanne had things to do at home so when he woke up from his nap he had to take care of his next climax by himself. Getting hard was no problem because he had so many exciting things to think about. Agreeing to help with Suzanne's latest scheme to trick Susan into thinking he was depressed was a no-brainer for him, since its ultimate goal was to have Susan sexually gratify him more often. He would have felt bad about lying to her, but he didn't have to actually say anything, he just had to look down in the dumps from time to time. That very evening, he acted secretly pained all throughout dinner, as if the burden of having to cum six times a day weighed him down like a heavy rock, but he was trying and not completely succeeding to hide it. It was a good acting job. Susan definitely took notice, and her heart went out to him in his faked agony. (Alan didn't have to worry about Ron's reaction since he'd missed dinner again, claiming some more business obligations.) Otherwise, Katherine and Alan acted like two model children and didn't let on in the slightest about what had happened between them. There were no chances for Suzanne to have any more secret sexual visits that evening. Evenings were usually out of the question since his father was around. In fact, Suzanne and Amy hardly came to the Plummer house at all while Ron was in town, as neither liked him. She turned to her brother and asked him, "What about you? Didn't you enjoy the meal?" Alan quickly dropped his T-shirt down over his shorts zipper before his mother saw the bulge there. Susan complained, "Amy, didn't Alan and Katherine make it clear that we don't dress like that any more?" Katherine and Amy got topless again, and the three of them talked about "checking for bumps," and other sexual things. Generally, Katherine and Alan told Amy more outrageous sexual lies, just to see how much they could get away with. For instance, Katherine claimed, "When a woman gets bad breath, there's something that works even better than mouthwash. I just put Alan's penis in my mouth and rub it around. It really works! It's not a sexual thing; it's just what works best." Alan lightly stroked himself to keep the two women going. Amy watched closely as Alan jacked his hard-on from just a couple of feet away. The sight of his naked member seemed totally natural as they all sat around and talked but it also made her very excited. She noticed that the head of his penis was very shiny with the skin stretched as tight as could be from his excitement at exposing himself. Amy just nodded enthusiastically. She commented, "Boy, how come I never knew any of this stuff before? Everyone has been keeping me in the dark way too much. Penises sound so necessary for good health - I wonder why Mom won't let me touch them? Maybe I should ask her." In fact, right before Alan walked in, Susan had carefully arranged the robe to show everything up to the edges of her nipples. She knew it was a violation of her rules, but figured such sights might help ease his suffering a little. Alan got hard in a heartbeat. Alan sat on the bed next to her. Susan nodded. "Well, even seeing Amy open up her top didn't do it for me. I went back to my room and... didn't do anything! I just wrote some e-mails. And Suzanne wanted to help earlier but I practically embarrassed myself with such a disappointing response. You have no idea how tough it is." He added, still honestly, "The longer I do this, the more I realize that six times a day is nearly inhuman, over the long term. I don't know how long I keep doing things like this. I mean, if I slack off one day and climax 'only' two times, then the next day I'd have to cum TEN times to make up for it. TEN! I really don't even know if cumming so much is humanly possible. It's such a totally weird medical treatment." He pushed his luck, and said boldly, "That would be nice, but I know who I'd like to help the most of all." Susan turned away, both embarrassed and tickled pink. "I wish I could do more, but... I get so confused... There are other things to consider, like, what would Ron think? Okay, that's all I wanted to ask." But she looked like she was lost in deep thought. They both smiled at the charade. "Don't think this changes anything, Tiger, but sometimes my morals have to make compromises to help you out. I'll try to help with the visual stimulation a little bit here and there, if Ron isn't hope. I only hope it's worth it, for your health." Susan was upset with herself, because she failed to bring up what she really wanted to talk to him about: tomorrow would be another Tuesday, the day he was supposed to have a penis "abnormality check" again. She didn't know what to do about it. Suzanne insisted that it was something only Susan or Akami could do. He thinks about me when he masturbates. He did last night. Why does the idea of him thinking about me make me so horny? It's wrong. Wrong! I can't touch him when my husband is here, not even a little bit! I'll just have to be strong and say no. NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions
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