CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, October 19)

The next morning, Suzanne came into Alan's room very early, dressed in normal clothing. She closed the door and whispered to him, "Sweetie, I'm not here, okay? Let's be very quiet because you mother would get mad at me, and she's down in the dining room. But I thought I should risk it, because your father will be arriving in a couple of hours, so this might be the last time I can help you for a while."

"Help me?" Alan asked, unclear what she was up to.

She put her hand on her hips and rolled her eyes in playful frustration. "Alan Evan Plummer, I thought you were supposed to be a smart kid! Help you with your stimulation, you knucklehead."

"But, my mom! Didn't you say she'd get mad if she found out? The new moralistic-"

"Shut up already, and let me please you," she whispered urgently as she started to disrobe. "She's not gonna find out. Time is short. Sorry I can't wear anything sexy today, my Sweetie, but if I take my shirt off hopefully that'll do it for you." She finished unbuttoning her top, and there was no bra underneath. "Do you like these boobs? Here, touch them."

Alan reached forward and played with Suzanne's big knockers. He said jokingly, as if he was a bellhop being ordered around, "Yes ma'am. Right away ma'am." He was growing more relaxed with each new sexual experience.

Suzanne, on the other hand, was very serious and very sexually needy. She said in her distinctive scratchy voice, "Squeeze my breasts. That's it. Play with them. Play with the nipples."

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.

Alan was so aroused that all he could do was stand there and strain his hardest not to cum. He found himself clutching her dark red hair with both hands.

They hadn't been at it for very long when there was a knock on the door. It was Susan. "Suzanne, you in there?"

Suzanne popped her mouth off of his prick long enough to answer the question. "I sure am! I just came by to look at his stimulation chart, and we got to talking." She switched to jacking Alan off instead of sucking while she spoke to Susan through the door. She knew he was dangerously close to cumming, as was she, but the danger just inspired her more

"Talking? I don't hear any talking. What have you been talking about?" Susan tried to open the door, but it was locked.

"It's the sound proofing, Susan. It's impossible to hear through the door unless we practically yell."

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."

Alan knew that his mother was suspicious of what Suzanne was doing in his room so unusually early in the morning. He was panicky, imaging Susan could her every squishy sound Suzanne's fingers were making as the slid up and down his pre-cum soaked shaft.

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 still spoke. "By the way Suzanne, I forgot to ask: are you coming with us to the airport?"

Suzanne yelled towards the door, "Yes, I'm cumming! Alan's cumming too! We're both cumming!" Suzanne loved the happy double meaning this time. She was wracked by more orgasms as Alan continued to shoot ropes of cum into her face.

Susan replied, "You are? Why didn't you say so earlier? We'll be leaving in an hour."

Suzanne shouted, "Okay! That's great! See you then!" She stuffed Alan's penis back in her mouth so she could drink up the last of his ropes.

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.

Once Suzanne was sure the coast was clear, she whispered to Alan, "Look what you made me do with your unfortunate timing, you meanie. I thought it would be so clever to say 'I'm cumming' right then, but now I actually have to go the airport. And I don't even like her husband. Your father. Sorry to say that, but you know it already. I've got to wiggle out of this somehow." She lay down on the floor, exhausted from wonderful orgasms.

Alan whispered, "I don't mind. I don't really think of Ron as my father, if I can help it."

Somewhat dazed from pure pleasure, Suzanne said, "That was so good, Sweetie. So good. I don't know how I'm going to get by with Ron being here. I'll try to sneak in and help you whenever I can, but I may not be able to very often. Getting caught by Susan is one thing - I could repair the damage. But getting caught by him? No way. I can't even imagine what he'd do. But this is too good to stop."

Alan finally spoke. "I love it too, Aunt Suzy. Thanks so much for caring for me."

She looked up and smiled at him tenderly. Then she licked the cum off of herself like a cat, and made to go.

An hour later, Alan went with his sister and mother to meet his father Ron at the airport.

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.

Nonetheless, she was raised with very traditional values and believed that part of her duty as a wife was "copulation" with her husband. She and Ron had a tradition of sorts of having sex his first night back after a long trip, and very rarely at any other time. So tonight was going to be the big night and as the family returned home and Ron settled back in, Susan tried to psych herself up for it. She willed herself not to think about Alan or Ron's alleged cheating, and decided that for just one night she would play the obedient wife.

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.

CHAPTER 2

Susan cooked a late dinner for four that night hoping Ron would awaken and come downstairs, but he continued sleeping. Susan told her children she wanted to at least sit with Ron while he slept, which gave Katherine and Alan an opportunity to get away from home for their movie plans.

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.

Now that they were alone and away from the eyes of their parents, Katherine wanted to make something happen with her brother, though she wasn't sure what exactly or how she would do it. Additionally, she was very mindful of the fact that Alan had gone out on a date of sorts with Christine the night before and she'd learned that he'd given her a goodnight kiss. She was determined to completely blow his mind and make him completely forget that he'd ever even heard the name "Christine" before.

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.

Katherine had insisted they watch the Hugh Grant romantic comedy "About a Boy," which was rather odd because she had no interest in actually watching the film.

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."

"No it's not," he replied in a frustrated tone. "They have air conditioning!"

"Oh, do they?" she responded innocently. "Maybe that explains why my nipples are getting all hard."

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."

"Katherine!" said Alan in an urgent whisper. "I thought you said you weren't going to tease!"

"I lied. Anyways, I think the air conditioning isn't working or something, 'cos I do feel really hot. Maybe it's because I'm sitting next to you."

"Katherine! We're in a public place! Have you no shame? What if someone who knew us from school saw us here?"

"No shame. Anyways, I took a good look at the crowd as they were coming in, and I didn't recognize anyone, so we're safe. After all, we're miles from home. Plus, your body is blocking the view from the aisle. And finally, that's what the popcorn is for." She motioned to the two large cups of popcorn they both had in their laps.

Alan was puzzled, so she asked, "Don't you know the old popcorn trick? I've seen it in a movie."

"Before you explain the popcorn trick," interrupted Alan, "are you thinking about what you're doing here? We're in a public place, and I don't think-"

"I know what you've been doing with Suzanne and Mom!" she whispered very quietly, cutting him off. "I even listened outside your door while Mom gave you a blowjob. And I spied on you giving her a 'massage' the other day - you did it right in the living room where anyone could see! The stuff you've done with Mom. Come on, really! It's funny you should be the one to talk about caution! My attitude is just like theirs. A little fun, even sucking a little cock, is perfectly okay and very therapeutic for you. I'll bet you haven't cum six times yet today."

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 began to unbutton and then unzip his pants with her one free hand. The other held the popcorn.

"Katherine!" Alan hissed quietly, and made a halfhearted move to stop her hand. "I can't fucking believe this! In a movie theater, no less!"

She asked innocently, "What's with all this resistance? Is it that you don't like me? You don't find me attractive? Is it that I can't compare to our Ms. Tits of the Universe mother and her equally-stacked best friend, not to mention your girlfriend Christine?"

"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.

"You're pretty gorgeous yourself," he urgently whispered. "And don't mention that kind of stuff in public, like mentioning our you-know-what. You're a complete stunner. I'm so lucky to have you as my, well, as my you-know-what. You'll look every bit as much of a knockout as them in a couple of years. But you're younger than me..."

"Hey! We're almost exactly the same age." She kept pulling Alan's pants zipper, and Alan would keep zipping it back up.

"Okay, whatever. But it would be like corrupting a minor, especially since..." He got all red and stopped talking.

"Since what?" she said, as she tugged on his zipper. She put the popcorn in her lap on the floor, which now gave her a two- to one-hand advantage over her brother.

He stammered, "Like with mom, she has limits, especially now. Even Suzanne has limits. But if you and I started... you know... I don't know if there would be any limits. Between two horny teenagers, you know. I don't know if I could... how good my self-control would be. Or yours, for that matter."

"Oh, is that the problem? I'm very good at limits. Let me prove it to you. I'll give you a blowjob now, and it'll stop there. I'll show you I know when to stop. That would just let me catch up to the other two."

Alan's resistance to her hands finally ended.

Zipper now down, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his erect penis.

"I've been waiting soooo long to do this," she whispered with glee, and began to lick on it for the first time.

"So long?" said Alan, suddenly surprised. "More than the three weeks since I've been diagnosed?"

She briefly paused before swallowing his erection and said, "I'm not telling. Three weeks can be a very long time."

Then she went to town on his dick. She was tentative at first, just keeping part of his penis head inside her lips while running her tongue in circles around the head. But she slowly took more and more in until the entire mushroomy head was in. She couldn't believe just how big it was or how tough it was to stuff all of it inside her mouth.

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.

Her lack of endurance and skill actually worked to make both of them even more crazed with lust. It seemed that just when Alan was ready to blow, she'd pull off to rest. Then, trying to make up for the fact that she was only jacking him off, she would say the most delightfully naughty things. This process would repeat every few minutes.

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.

Seeing his eyes get really big, she knew he was about to blow. She immediately ducked down into his lap and began sucking and licking for all she was worth.

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..."

She just giggled, proud of how much she'd overwhelmed him with an orgasm he would never forget. For the next few minutes, she spent her time scooping up gobs of cum from her face and then licking them off of her fingers.

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?"

"If it's a female, then I'll have to tell her, 'So sorry, but I'm not sharing,'" she giggled. "Or would you like it if I shared? I aim to please. Hey! Why don't we invite Christine along next time? I can show her some cocksucking tricks and we can practice on you together."

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 fretted nervously, and made her at least thoroughly clean off her face. She wiped it all into her mouth.

She tried to stall for time so she could get maximal enjoyment out of each gob of cum, swirling it around in her mouth as if tasting a fine wine, but she eventually ran out. Once she finally finished off the last of his seed, she whispered, "So did you like that?"

"Are you kidding? That was great. Except for the fact it was in a movie theater. I'm so scared out of my mind."

"Oh, come on. You know it turned you on - the fact that you're doing it out in the open with a girl. And not just any girl, but with your sister." She whispered the last two words directly into his ear, both for security and for effect. Then, since her mouth was up against his ear, she started to lick it.

Alan discovered for the first time just what an erotic zone the ear could be.

But as good as she was making him feel, he just sat there as his arms tightly gripped the armrests of his chair. Mostly, he was just trying to hang on for dear life, like he was riding the most extreme amusement park ride.

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."

"Oh right. Sorry." He had to force himself to snap out of his blissful daze. He caressed her tits with both hands and devoted all of his attention to them as she continued to eat his ear and nibbled down his neck. Neither of them still paid any attention whatsoever to the movie.

After a while, she pulled back from him and said, "Since you're so worried about getting caught, I think it's time to show you the popcorn trick. Poke a hole in the bottom of the popcorn box, and then stick your penis through it. Then I can reach in and grab it like I'm grabbing popcorn. People won't know what we're REALLY doing."

"You know, it takes a while for a guy to get hard again," Alan pointed out, but in fact it had just become hard again without realizing it. Katherine was simply too sexy to resist.

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.

"Why are you eating MY popcorn?" Alan whispered back. "What's your extra large popcorn for? Isn't this suspicious-looking?"

"My popcorn is 'cos the trick can work both ways." She pulled her short miniskirt up and exposed her pussy to Alan's eyes. Then she placed her popcorn over it, and poked a big hole in the bottom. Popcorn fell through the hole and filled up the empty air between her legs. But she scooted all the way back in her chair and kept her knees close together, so all the popcorn wouldn't fall onto the floor.

"Now, you stick your hand in my popcorn, and find a special surprise at the bottom. It's just like Crackerjacks!" She now used her free hand that held the popcorn to guide his hand through the hole. "And now it looks like we're two kids on a date, with you eating my popcorn and me eating yours, like how people do with wine glasses. So we've got an alibi..."

"Most teenaged girls on dates don't sit topless in a movie theater," Alan pointed out.

She answered saucily, "Hey, I'm not actually completely topless, I just don't believe in using all the buttons." She giggled. "Anyways... You're familiar enough with my pussy by now - what are you waiting for? I think you know what to do."

Alan reached into the popcorn and quickly found her crotch. He tenderly rubbed her pubic hair, but stopped at just that for a minute or so.

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.

"Really?" Katherine asked, surprised. "Oh! Right there!" she said in response to his finger action. "Those two old broads don't know how to have a good time? Don't worry; you can practice on me anytime you want. It feels great already!"

Alan joked, "It's quite the popular place for fingers to linger lately, isn't it? Did you like it when Kim did it to you?"

"I've never done anything with a woman before. You know how I was, a few weeks ago. But I think we don't want to end Kim's blackmailing TOO soon. She seems nice at heart; it's Heather I'm afraid of. Kim's fingers definitely get me off, I have to admit. But not as much as you. Oooh! Oh! Like that!" she cried, but still their voices were no louder than whispers.

Both of them grew closer to climax. Her exposed chest heaved in time to his rhythmic probing.

"I'm about to shoot," said Alan. "What do I do?" His penis still was surrounded by popcorn.

"Just do it in the popcorn, Big Cream-filled Brother. There's enough to stop it from flying out. But be quiet about it!"

"Okay, Sis," he whispered. In the excitement he completely forgot about not using words like "Brother" or "Sis."

They both came rather unexpectedly. Alan's sperm shot onto many kernels of popcorn, but none flew out of the top of the container.

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.

That got him nervous, and as his orgasm subsided he looked around the theater to see if anyone was watching them. He had gotten so absorbed that he had nearly forgotten where he was. The coast seemed clear. He wiped his sweaty brow and heaved a sigh of relief.

They put their hands back on their own laps for a while.

Katherine had also gotten off from the attentions of Alan's hand. "That was soooo good..." she cooed. "And looky, it looks like the popcorn has extra-special flavor now." She reached into Alan's popcorn bucket and found some of the popcorn splattered with his cum. "Try some," she said.

"What are you doing? NO way! That's gross!" he whispered almost too loudly.

"I'm doing this for a reason. We need to get rid of a lot of the popcorn and I don't want to be rude and just toss it on the floor. Actually, your surprisingly sweet cum doesn't go well with butter flavor. Did you see how I was eating your popcorn before? I have to get it the level of the top of your cock, so I can stick my head in there." She continued to eat the cum-flavored popcorn.

She suddenly turned and looked up at him with an extremely naughty expression. "And do you know WHY I'm going to stick my head in there? Can you guess what my lips are going to be wrapped around?"

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?"

"They're that way so you can play with them. I'll make you a deal. After you're done playing with them, I'll close up."

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.

He lost track of time doing that. He was such a "tit man" that he would have been perfectly happy to play with them for hours on end.

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.

Then she dove her head into the bucket. Her mouth quickly found the tip of his penis, but she couldn't really get any further down, because of the sides of the container. She made rips in the side nearest to her, pushed the cardboard down, and dove back in. Soon her head sank deeper and forced the remaining popcorn out of the way.

Alan held Katherine's box of popcorn up in the air with one hand and tried to use it as a shield, positioning it between her head and the aisle as best he could. "What if someone looks now?" he groaned between labored breaths.

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.

"Next time, we're getting unbuttered," he said.

They both quietly giggled.

"I think I like it better buttered though," she replied in all seriousness. "It makes everything slippery, just like the soap today. Next time, we get extra butter!"

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.

They continued like that on and off for most of the rest of the movie. They were only limited by the ability of Alan's penis to revive and the endurance of Katherine's tongue, jaw, and fingers.

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?"

"Katherine!" he whispered anxiously. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

"I'm just saying, why not just rub the outside lips? Kind of a dry fuck? It would feel so good!" She figured once she had him doing that, the rest would naturally follow.

But Alan had the same thought. "No way, man! If we do that, who knows where it will lead. You don't really want me to fuck you, do you? Much less, in a public movie theater! That's so totally wrong. Tell me you don't have that idea."

In face of his resistance she said, "Of course not. I just like playing. Speaking of which, don't you want to touch it? In the meantime, let me take care of this."

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!"

"Oh Alan! I love you so much!" She attacked his erection like a woman possessed. She tried to jack it off with both hands while swirling her tongue everywhere on it and sucking it down to the root at the same time.

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.

With the movie coming to an end, and with Alan using one hand to squeeze her right tit and the other hand to pull at the nipple in the middle of it, Katherine decided to say a few last things while she still could. She whispered to him, "You really know how to get me off, do you know that? Mmmm. I think I'm going to have to be a slut for you from now on. A cocksucking sister-slut. Would you like that?"

"Sssshhh!" He whispered back. "Don't say that!" He saw the credits starting and began to freak out. Luckily there was no one sitting near them because they were completely unprepared for someone to pass them by.

Katherine though, was so turned on that she didn't want to stop for anything. She whispered, "Say what? That you have a sister who wants to suck your cock? Are you saying I should just stand up and shout that to the whole movie theater? Maybe I should just take off what little is left of my fucking dress and just stand up buck naked and fucking scream out, 'I love my brother's juicy cock! We're going to go home right now and then he's going to shove it up my pussy!' Do you think that might get people's attention?"

He groaned in tortured ecstasy, especially since her words caused his dick to immediately engorge again. He could scarcely believe that such a thing was possible.

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..."

Finally, they both finished dressing. They thought that they were in the clear now and that no one had noticed their amorous activities, but as the theater cleared out an older woman who had sat a couple of rows in front of them muttered "Disgusting!" as she walked past them.

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.

Finally they stood up to go. The credits were all done and the lights had turned back on.

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!"

"I'd like to think that we came buckets," Alan quipped.

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.

As they walked out of the theater and headed to the parking lot, Alan said to his sister, "You know, we're not actually going to do anything more tonight, are we? For one thing, I don't think my penis could take it. Not to mention my heart."

"Whatever you like, sweetheart," she said breezily, still happily clinging to him. "I just love to get off, and get you off. Now that I've started, I don't think I'm ever going to stop. Isn't it great that our bedrooms are only ten feet from each other? Any time your penis gets even the slightest twitch of life, just come on over to my room and I'll suck you dry, okay? Now I know why God gave me this pair of lips. Not to eat food. Who cares about that. No, it's so I can be an insatiable cocksucking machine for my brother. Anytime and anywhere he wants it."

"Katherine!" he complained. "Not here!" Although they were outside, there were some other people nearby walking to their cars.

However, there weren't that many since it had been such a late movie, and Katherine was still so horny that the idea of strangers watching only encouraged her. "Why? Does that get you excited? It does for me!" She grabbed at his penis through his pants, but it was done for the time being.

"Katherine, what's gotten into you?"

She let go and put her hands behind her back. She tried to look innocent and even skipped a bit as they reached the sidewalk outside of the theater. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe that I love my brother, and he loves me?"

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.

"I don't know who this brother of yours is," he finally said, "since you wouldn't want to be mentioning that kind of thing in public. But I have a sneaking suspicion he loves you very much too."

"I know," she said confidently. "I just have one request."

"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.

Changing the subject, he said, "By the way, one more thing I forgot to mention. Guess what I found in my pocket last night?"

"Let me see." She reached over and grabbed his penis through his pants again, not even getting close to a pocket. It happened to be flaccid though. It deserved a rest.

"Not that!" he said, "Or, not just that," he chuckled. He pulled out a key. "I found the key to the supply closet. I didn't mean to, but in all the excitement I forgot to return it to Ms. Rhymer on Friday."

Katherine's eyes lit up. "Interesting! Since you told me, then I guess you'll have no objection if I make a copy before school on Monday... Heh, heh, heh!"

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.

Alan put his hand on her hand and tried to pull her away. "Sis, please, don't. I don't even know how it got hard yet again, but if I cum one more time, I think It's going to break or something. I'm serious."

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)

Considering the Plummer house was supposed to be under a new, moralistic regime, not to mention the dangers of Ron's return, Alan still found lots of ways to have fun.

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?"

She sucked and jacked him off like there was no tomorrow.

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.

Between licks, she said, "Oh God!" <lick, lick> "It's been..." <lick> "So long!" <lick, lick, lick>

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.

One thing that Suzanne was really good at was sensing just how close Alan was to cumming. Whenever he got too close, she would slow down or even stop for a little while. She knew he could only climax so many times and wanted to maximize their fun.

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.

The time with Suzanne helped Alan get over his recent bout of moral indecision. Any qualms he had were decimated by the overpowering image of Suzanne naked, dripping cum, and panting like a bitch in heat.

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.

CHAPTER 6

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? "

"But I, uh..." He could barely wrap his head around her amazing suggestion.

"Like I said, it's about time already 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?"

"I'd love to, SIs, you know that. But I'm still worried about the danger. You never know when someone might come home."

"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?"

Both of them breathed big sighs of relief. It was only Amy. Lucky, too, the door had a lock and they had locked it. What if it had been Mom or Ron? they both thought to themselves. They were treading a very dangerous path.

"Uh, yeah, don't come in. I'm in here," said Alan.

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.

Amy asked, "Alan, are you in there alone? I thought I heard you whispering to Katherine, too. Isn't she in there?"

"Yeah, I'm in here too," Katherine said glumly. "Just hold on a sec." They had both been whispering up to the moment they heard the knock on the door, and it was futile to deny it. Katherine just hoped that Amy hadn't managed to actually hear what they'd been talking about.

Alan and Katherine began to use the water at the bottom of the bathtub to wash their faces and otherwise clean themselves up.

"Why are you both in there together?" asked the naïve Amy quizzically from the other side of the door.

Alan figured the truth, slightly altered, was the best way to go. "I was helping Katherine shave. She needed my help."

"Can I come in?" asked Amy. "It's hard to talk through the door. And why the whispering? No one else is home."

"Yeah, just a minute." Alan then whispered quietly into Katherine's ear, "We can tell her an innocent version of the painting and the shaving. She'll probably learn about it in a few days, anyway. You could use her as an ally in this little cheerleader control battle."

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.

"Whoa!" said Amy as she walked in and shut the door. "Hiya. What are you guys up to?" Her eyebrows were raised because not only was Alan wearing in a towel, but Katherine was sitting in the bathtub completely nude.

"I'm shaving Katherine's private parts," Alan replied. "It's a long story why. Do you want to hear it?"

"Sure," said Amy happily. "I love stories."

Alan briefly explained how Katherine had forgotten her panties and how he had to paint her underwear on that Friday. He skipped over parts like how he repeatedly fingered Katherine and how he watched her with binoculars. As he kept talking, he realized he didn't really have an explanation why she had to keep her pussy bare for the next week.

"So then," he said as he winged it, "um, it turns out the reason why Katherine forgot to wear her underwear was because she lost them. So we special-ordered another pair, but they won't be ready until next week. In the meantime, we thought she should keep doing this paint thing until the new underwear comes in. It's really no big deal. Happens all the time. Do you remember how, who was it, Demi Moore, had a painted-on suit on a magazine cover a few years back?"

"Yeah, I think so. But why not just wear different underwear?" asked Amy.

Good question, thought Alan. "Ummmm.... Because we went shopping and we couldn't find any other ones that were the same shape and size. You know how they're a special size. You can't find them any more, especially in black."

He made up the special size part and everything else, but Amy seemed to completely believe the absurd explanation even though she was a cheerleader herself.

"M'kay..." was her only reaction. "So why are you shaving her now?"

"Well, the one problem on Friday was that we thought her hair down there might be showing. So if it's smooth, then nobody will notice the paint job."

"Wow, that's really weird," Amy said with more emotion. "You're really brave, Katherine. I hope I never lose my cheerleader underwear! Then I'll have to run around without any panties all that time! That would be scary!" She unconsciously grabbed at her crotch.

"Yeah, it's scary," Katherine replied. "It would be really embarrassing if anyone found out. Do you promise to not tell anyone a single thing, or mention this to anyone unless it's just us three?"

"Sure! I've been good with the secret about the bet, haven't I? All these secrets about panties lately – it's funny!" Amy laughed.

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.

Then Amy said, "So does that mean you're completely smooth down there?"

"I sure am," said Katherine. "Alan was just finishing. Would you like to see it?"

"M'kay!" Amy clapped her hands together in happiness.

Katherine wiped the shaving cream away.

"Wow! I've never seen anything like that before. Mine is really hairy."

"It feels really different. Would you like to feel it?"

"Can I?" Amy asked.

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.

Amy began to rub her fingers over Katherine's pussy. "It feels so smooth..." she said. "I think I like it better than mine. Mine is too hairy!" She suddenly pulled her hand away.

"Why did you stop rubbing, Amy?" asked Katherine, as if she was offended. "Didn't you say you wanted to touch it?"

"Yeah, but I just remembered that I'm not supposed to touch there. My parents told me I'm not allowed to touch myself there, like, at all!"

Alan cut in and pointed, "Remember what I told you before. The rules Suzanne has given you don't apply to close friends like me and Katherine. She's trying to protect you from strangers."

Katherine added, "So if you want to keep rubbing, I don't mind at all. Especially that little nub at the top. Make sure to rub that a lot. Did your parents say why you shouldn't touch yourself?"

"No, I don't remember. I just remember they said that it was bad. Very bad." She still kept her hands back.

"That's because of all the hair," said Katherine. She felt very naughty and enjoyed telling the seemingly harmless lies. "You've heard about STD's - sexually transmittable diseases - haven't you?"

"Yes," said Amy bashfully.

"That's how they often get transmitted, by things living in the hair. So if you touch your hairy pussy, you might get sick. But since I'm shaved I don't have that problem."

"Ooh, that sounds great! I want to get shaved too! Alan, can you shave me? Please? Pretty please?"

Alan considered the idea. He was feeling pretty naughty too. We shouldn't really be taking advantage of Amy like this; she's so innocent. But the thought came out weakly and without conviction. Still, how can I resist her? She's practically as scorching hot as her mom. Although... What if we get caught? With the three of us in here, it would really be trouble! But I'm sure that no one will be back for at least two hours. It's worth the risk.

He finally answered, "Okay, but just a minute. I have to get some more stuff." He ran to his room and got some clothing. He also had Katherine go and get some clothing from her room.

He also had to get more shaving cream, so by the time he got back, Amy had already taken off all of her clothes and stood there smiling and completely buck naked.

"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 replied with a perfectly straight face, "Good thing you remembered that. Of course you can't do it without the heels. That would be silly to even try."

Katherine snorted.

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.

Alan got down on his knees and took a good, close look at Amy's bush. He decided, Once again, I can't help but conclude this is a pussy that needs a good, solid fucking, heh-heh! But unfortunately, today just isn't the time, especially with Ron being back. But no reason not to have a little fun, right? Let's see just how far she lets me go with her. He covered her pussy with shaving cream, and prepared to shave with the razor.

He had to figure out an excuse to put his hand in her pussy. He just couldn't resist exploring. "Um, Amy, sometimes shaving can make a woman break out in a rash. You can get red and bumpy all over. Especially the first time, it can happen a lot. You can also get a rash on the inside of your pussy, which is really bad, 'cos you may not even notice it. So while I shave, I think its best if I check the inside of your pussy with my fingers to see if any bumps are developing. If they are, then we'll have to stop for a while. Is that okay with you?"

Alan half expected Amy to say, "What do you take me for, a complete idiot?"

But she just said "M'kay!" in a happy, singsong voice.

So with one hand he began to finger her pussy, and with the other he began to shave. He noticed Katherine sitting behind Amy, where she obviously found it difficult to resist bursting into laughter.

"I don't want to cut you," Alan continued, "so whatever you do, don't move a muscle. Don't even turn your head. Keep your eyes closed, too. Firmly closed."

Amy immediately closed her eyes.

Katherine took that as an all-clear sign, and began to lewdly finger herself. With one hand she roughly ran her hands over her boobs and nipples, and with the other she plunged four fingers deeply in and out of her pussy.

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.

Alan had gotten incredibly aroused at abusing Amy's trust. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. Underneath the towel, his erection stood straight out between his legs towards Amy. In effect, his hardness was completely unencumbered with only a towel lying slightly above it, but he didn't have enough hands to keep shaving, fingering Amy, and massage himself too. He tried to stimulate his penis by rubbing it between his legs, without much success.

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.

After many minutes, brother and sister nearly finished shaving Amy.

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.

Finally, Amy said, "Can I say something?" She managed to say that while barely moving her lips.

"Yes, but don't move your mouth," Alan said.

She murmured, "Can we stop for a minute? I'm having a really hard time not moving. I think it's your checking for bumps. It's making me all shaky."

He grinned; she was just too cute. "All right, I'll stop, but keep your eyes closed and keep still." He realized this was for the best, since it was obvious Amy was about to climax. That was something Katherine had just done a minute or two earlier, and fairly noisily, too.

"Tell me, Amy," said Alan. "Have you ever masturbated?"

"No, but I've heard about it though," she replied brightly. "What's it like?"

At that both Alan and Katherine couldn't resist laughing out loud.

Finally, Alan responded, "It's somewhat like checking for bumps. But it's kind of different."

"Oh. Well then I think I'll like it then," she said, innocently.

"I think we can continue, so keep still," Alan finally said. "I believe I'm done shaving, but before we finish, we need to check again for bumps. The allergic-type reaction can often be delayed some minutes after the shaving is done, so it's good to keep checking for bumps for some time."

"M'kay. I'll try to keep still," said Amy out of the corners of her mouth, "But it's really hard when you check for bumps."

"Do your best," Alan said. "Now that I'm not shaving, it's okay if you have to move around some, but definitely keep your eyes closed no matter what."

He began to finger her pussy again, more vigorously this time. Since that only took up one hand, he slipped the other underneath his towel and massaged his very ready erection. He was so aroused by playing with Amy's pussy that he was already on the verge of a big climax even though his penis hadn't been touched at tall.

Katherine also started to masturbate herself again as well.

Amy soon began to wiggle her ass around in response to Alan's fingers.

"That's okay, Amy, move around if you have to, but don't even think of opening your eyes!" Alan added this last part because his towel had now fallen off of him completely and he was masturbating himself a mere foot or two away from her with the hand not "checking for bumps."

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.

When he saw that his sister had reached another climax a minute later, he said, "Okay, I think we're done." He wrapped the towel around his waist again.

"Done?" said Amy, eyes still closed. "Are you sure you don't need to check for any more bumps? I had a really interesting feeling. I think it may be really good if you check for bumps a little more - at least another minute!"

Amy's pussy leaked a lot of juice, and obviously she was right on the verge of climax again. Her pussy lips were distended and had darkened considerably in color as the blood had rushed to her groin from the constant stimulation of Alan's fingers.

Her pussy smell wafted into the air and filled Alan's nostrils. "Are you feeling flush and tingly?" he asked.

"Oh yes! Very flush and very tingly!"

"I'm afraid you may be getting an allergic reaction," he lied. "Sometimes it doesn't just manifest itself with bumps but there are other symptoms. When that happens it's important to check for bumps even more vigorously. We'll do that in a few minutes. In the meanwhile, let me clean up the last of the shaving cream..." - he wiped her pussy and thighs of her juices - "and you can check out your new look! Oh yes," he said almost to himself as he remembered that her eyes were still closed, "Open your eyes now."

Amy opened her eyes and walked in front of the bathroom mirror. "Wow," she exclaimed, "Neat!" The shaved pussy made her look more like the big-titted, wide-hipped jail bait type than she already was.

"It looks great!" said Katherine. She lifted her naked and wet body out of the bathtub, knelt down in front of Amy's pussy, and asked, "Can I touch it now?"

"Sure!" said Amy.

"Feels smooth..." Katherine cooed as she ran her fingers over it.

"Does that mean I can touch myself down there now?" Amy asked.

"Yes. But keep it a secret okay? Everything in here today is a secret."

"M'kay!"

"That reminds me," said Katherine. "I think it's time we check for more bumps. Don't you think, Brother?"

"Yes. Definitely a good idea, Sis. Why don't you help her out this time?"

Katherine began to thrust two fingers into Amy. She gave Alan a knowing look from behind Amy's back and playfully motioned with her free hand that he should take his towel off.

"Make sure to check all the hard-to-reach places, Sis," Alan added helpfully. Then he said to Amy, "You can keep your eyes open now if you want. In fact, now that you've shaved your pussy, you'll need help shaving it in the future. As you can see, it's a two- or even three-person operation. You have to keep it very closely shaved, and each time, it's important to check for bumps, especially since you were feeling flush and tingly. You can have Katherine or I help you out anytime. Especially for a newly shaven pussy, it's important to shave it at least a few times a week. Actually, it wouldn't hurt to shave it every day."

"Y-y-yes," replied a very horny Amy. Her big boobs jiggled and shook along with the rest of her body, which made Alan start to think of excuses to play with them as well.

After a minute or two, Alan asked, "Little Sister, how is it going there? Have you found any bumps?" Amy was wildly rotating her hips around by this point.

"Well, Very Big Brother, funny you should-"

But Alan never got to hear if the elusive bumps had been found, or figure out a way to play with Amy's boobs right then, because at that moment he was just able to hear the sound of the garage door opening. He interrupted his sister and said, "I just realized I have to go! You two take your clothes and immediately go to Katherine's room. Now! I'll clean up here."

When Amy's back was turned, Alan frantically pointed towards the garage, and Katherine got the message that a parent had returned.

They managed to wrap everything up without suspicion.

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.

CHAPTER 7

Katherine most certainly ignored all boundaries and pushed things as far as she could.

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.

Katherine reached out to the bowl of fruit in the middle of the table and grabbed a banana. She peeled it, but instead of biting into it, she started to lick it. Katherine had toyed already with seductively eating phallic shaped food on several occasions, but it stopped when Susan had her change of heart. Now, for the first time, she dared to be so seductive with her father sitting only one chair away.

That was far too risky for Alan's tastes. He kicked her in the shins underneath the table, at first lightly and then more vigorously, until she stopped.

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.

When Susan and Ron finished eating and went to the kitchen, Katherine and Alan stayed behind.

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?"

"Never? Don't you like it?" She pulled it out of her mouth but kept licking.

Had he been truthful, he would have said he loved it but also hated it. But not wanting to encourage her, he avoided the question. "At least never when Father's at home, okay? Please?"

She paused in her licking and asked, "And in return I get what?"

"Aside from not going to prison or get killed by Father, I'll owe you one."

"If you promise to do any favor I say, I'll keep my word."

"Okay, but just one favor."

She stopped and smiled. "Excellent. That means I won't have to just practice on bananas."

"What's that dear? Something about practice?" Susan walked back into the dining room with a plate full of homemade chocolate chip cookies for dessert. She had caught Katherine's last few words.

Katherine replied deftly, "Yes. I was just telling Alan here that the way Heather makes the cheerleader practice go on and on drives me bananas."

Susan just smiled a sweet motherly smile. "That Heather," she tut-tutted.

Alan nearly had a cardiac arrest though. He thanked the powers that be that his mother was so sexually oblivious.

The two siblings got up and went about cleaning the house, because the Plummers planned a big after-dinner party that very evening. About twenty guests were invited. They typically threw a party like this every time Ron returned home, which meant they had parties only a couple times a year.

The party was otherwise uneventful for Alan's sex life, except for the fact that Suzanne took special note of one particularly cute and buxom woman named Brenda who attended the party.

The next morning, when Suzanne and Susan were alone, Suzanne asked about Brenda. Suzanne had crossed paths with Susan's friend Brenda at some Plummer social events in the past, but hadn't seen her in a while. Susan explained that Brenda had been going through a painful divorce, and so hadn't been doing much socializing. But she appeared to be on the rebound.

"Excellent," Suzanne said, rubbing her hands together.

"Uh-oh," Susan said suspiciously. "Do you have some scheme in mind? You've been known to have a scheme or two in the past, to say the least."

"Not a scheme exactly. I was just thinking that you should invite Brenda over to a lot more social functions, and we should get to know her a lot better."

"May I ask why? She's all right, but not exactly my best friend, since she has a very unpredictable temper."

"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."

Susan passed along some old gossip. "Rumor has it those boobs were the top two reasons her millionaire husband married her. But what's your point with her?"

"Alan still needs to be stimulated, mentally and physically, to make his difficult daily quota. You're certainly not helping - I've seen that you've avoided even touching him like the plague. You won't even hug the poor guy!"

Susan suddenly recalled some of her previous hugs with Alan, when she'd rubbed her tits over practically every inch of his chest. She blushed profusely and tried to bury the thought.

Suzanne noted the reaction but continued, "Brenda's the perfect eye candy for him. So cute and so, so, sooo busty! If we have her around a lot, it will reduce the pressure on us just to have him look at her." Suzanne didn't add that her lesbian side was also very excited by the prospect of being able to look at the Brenda eye candy herself more often.

So Susan made a mental note to invite Brenda to something soon. However, she was reluctant about it. She was concerned that Alan might find Brenda more attractive than herself. Very few women could even hope to even come close in matching Susan's looks, but Brenda was one of them.

CHAPTER 8

Alan had plenty of reasons to be aroused by Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy. And even though Susan continued to be as prudish as she ever was, his thoughts often returned to her as well.

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!"

Little did he realize, but his mother happened to be in the bathroom right across the hallway as she shaved her legs just before going to bed. Oh no, my son is calling for help, she thought, and immediately dropped the razor and ran to his room.

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.

To his horror, he heard her answer, "I'm here, Tiger! What's wrong?!" He looked up and saw her in the darkness. Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, so she couldn't see that he was lying in bed, naked and without any covers on as he jacked himself off.

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.

"Oh God, Tiger, NO!" she yelled out as cum began to land on her face, chest, stomach, thighs, arms - everywhere. Some missed her altogether and flew in a high arc onto the carpet, because Alan wasn't thinking or directing at all.

"Tiger, what are you doing?!" she cried, even though by now the answer was obvious.

For a few seconds it seemed to Alan that everything was going in slow motion, as if he was watching a car crash but was unable to stop it. But then suddenly his brain clicked into gear, and he placed his hand over his penis and shot the rest of his load into his hand. It was an unusually large load, even for him. At the same time, he cried out, "Sorry! Oh, shit! Mom, I'm so sorry!"

He could see her more clearly in the darkness now. He could only be turned on by the sight of the cum as it dripped off her skin, despite his great shock and shame. It didn't help that she was dressed in nothing but very revealing underwear. Because she stood so close when Alan began to cum, most of it had hit her in the stomach, crotch, and upper thighs.

"Mom, please, please forgive me!" he continued while his penis rapidly deflated. "I didn't know you'd come in - I had no idea!"

She was silent, and at first had no response. Her eyes slowly grew used to the darkness, and she finally could clearly see his shrinking penis as his hands now desperately tried to cover it up. Seeing her eyes go to his crotch, he belatedly threw the covers over himself.

She struggled with her emotions. Her wild side wanted to just jump on top of him and do anything and everything to his body. But her prudish side won the internal struggle. She said, "Alan, that was so wrong. You can't keep going on like this! It's over, do you understand?"

"But, Mom, I was just getting some relief. I have to do it some way."

"Yes, but why were you crying my name? You can't be thinking about me when you-"

She stopped because she heard her husband Ron yelling in the hallway: "Darling, you there? Were you calling for me? I thought I heard you calling. Are you coming to bed?"

Both Alan and Susan thought they were caught for sure.

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.

Ron stood outside Alan's door, but he merely said through the door, "Oh. Is everything fine with Alan?" It was highly unusual for her to be in Alan's room this late at night.

"He's fine. He just has a bad muscle cramp and was asking for my advice."

"Try some Ben-Gay, Son, " Ron suggested from the other side of the closed door. "That always helps."

"Th-thanks, Father!" Alan shouted to the door in a nervous voice.

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!

Susan shook with fear and frustration. If anything, she was even more frightened than he was. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "That was too close! What the heck were you thinking, calling out my name like that? What if it was Ron who'd been in the bathroom and came rushing in?"

That made Alan feel even more ashamed. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. I was just thinking about how sexy you look. And your promise. Do you remember your promise? Plus, he's so rarely home that I just plain forgot. I didn't even know I was talking out loud."

"Alan, this has to stop," she stated more firmly. "Please get yourself a girlfriend and soon. Tuesday was a big mistake. Forget the promise." They referred obliquely to Susan's pledge on Tuesday to stroke or suck him every single day. "That whole day was my fault. Can we put it behind us, please? Can't we say it never happened? Use some self-control, for crying out loud, or you'll destroy this family!"

"I will. Oh, Mom, I feel so horrible. Please, please forgive me."

"You're forgiven. But don't let it happen again, okay? Now, what the heck am I going to do, covered like this?"

"Here, use a towel," Alan suggested. She briefly toweled herself off before she rushed across the hallway to the bathroom to clean herself up more thoroughly.

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.

Dear Lord, it's like a drug! It's soooo good. I just can't help myself! Thank God Suzanne told me that Alan's cum is extraordinarily unique, or I'd be tempted to give blowjobs to every man I came across. How much of that accident just now was an accident, and how much was I trying to get his cum on me? Or was he trying to get it on me? I'm not sure, but I know that never would have happened before last Tuesday.

She licked up more cum, and moaned with pleasure. Oh God! This is so wrong! Lord, give me strength to stop. Please!

Susan suddenly used both of her hands to splash water all over her face and chest. The cum mostly washed away, and when it was all gone she came to her senses.

Susan left the experience feeling even more determined that she was correct: things had to change. She felt overwhelmingly ashamed of herself and Alan as she went back to bed and lay next to her husband. She had washed herself thoroughly, but had trouble sleeping, petrified that her husband would detect some funny smell, or see a cum gob on her skin that she'd somehow missed.

CHAPTER 9 (Monday, Oct. 21)

On Monday morning Suzanne decided to was time to begin a new effort to push Susan's sexual awakening forward again. It had been five days since Susan declared a new resolve to back off from anything sexual with Alan. She had been extremely restrained, but slowly her resolve weakened, even with her husband Ron at home. Suzanne figured that she could nudge Susan along until Ron left, and then hopefully by then Susan's sexually resistance would be much less. Before long, Suzanne would be able to get physical with her best friend.

Normally, Susan and Suzanne talked about anything and everything, but a full day had passed and Susan still hadn't mentioned with Ron on Saturday and Sunday nights.

So as soon as Suzanne came over that morning, after she checked to make sure they were in the house alone, she said, "Susan... I take it from your silence that things didn't work out too well in bed between you and Ron?"

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!"

Suzanne let her cry for a while.

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."

In truth, Suzanne really would be glad to share her fortune with Susan (though she was also confident she wouldn't be forced to due to Ron skipping the country to avoid paying alimony). She didn't just say Susan was closer than a sister, she meant it. But part of that closeness was the sexual attraction. As she continued to hold Susan in a tight embrace, their lips so close that their noses were nearly touching, Suzanne had a nearly overwhelming urge to kiss her best friend on the lips. Realizing she wouldn't be able to resist doing that for long, she broke the hug and stood back.

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."

"Thanks. I think it's all for the best, too," Susan said happily. "I know you keep saying what I did with him wasn't wrong, but it FELT wrong to me. And regardless of what Ron may or may not have done to me, I had no right helping Alan out that way without Ron knowing. And there's no way I could bring it up with him, no way. So the only solution is to leave the medical treatment situation in your capable hands."

Suzanne furrowed her brow, dismayed at Susan's conclusions. She thought, I haven't been hyping Alan up ever since Ron called to say he was coming back home. I need her to resume obsessing about his penis. She's gone cold. It's gonna take a while to get her back into a sexual heat.

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?"

"I think I'm aware of my son," Susan said defensively. But then doubt crept in, and she asked, "What do you mean exactly?"

"Have you seen how much he's suffering? I imagine you haven't, 'cos he's been trying to hide it from you, brave soul that he is. It tears me up badly to see him silently suffer like he does."

"Suzanne, what on Earth are you talking about? He seems perfectly fine to me."

"Yes, he can be a good actor, can't he? He looks fine on the outside, but inside he's dying."

"Dying?!"

Suzanne explained as she pedaled, "I've had my suspicions, but he confided in me and now I know how he really feels. Since you changed the atmosphere around here, I'm afraid you may have gone too far. You killed the spirit of sexiness, so now Alan is demoralized, just like when he tried and failed to go out with Christine. You remember how he gave up trying to do his thing for days. But unlike then, he's still trying to do his thing six times a day."

"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."

"Oh my! I had no idea!" said a very concerned Susan. She thought back to her run in with Alan the night before. She admitted, "But, um, last night, I was in the bathroom just across the way from his room, and I heard him, and even, uh, saw him. And he had no trouble ejaculating, I can tell you that!" She blushed as she recalled his cum squirting all over her body.

"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.

"Ah," Suzanne replied. "You see? If there's one thing that gets him aroused no matter what, it's thinking about you. That's not terribly surprising. Everyone knows that it's normal for boys to fantasize about their mothers. But when a boy has a mother built like a brick shit house-"

"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."

"Oh no! Anything but that!" Susan moaned. Both of them had stopped pedaling by now, in response to the seriousness of the discussion. "What can we do? We can't very well have things like they were before. I was out of control, Suzanne. Honestly and completely out of control. If Ron knew what I did last Tuesday, I think I would just die! I mean, it went way beyond helping. I really loved it! I'd be lucky if he didn't divorce me. And I'd like to help with some visual stimulation if it's really that important to my Tiger, but how can I? With Ron here, we can't even make things a little bit sexy. He'd find it really bizarre to see me dress up for no reason. I don't want him to start asking questions. I already feel like I've committed a crime and have to cover it up. How horrible!"

"I know, I know. It's bad," Suzanne commiserated. "But there's always a solution. The problem is with you and this house, right? What if I took care of him from time to time some place outside the house? One session where I get really sexy could keep him going for days."

"I don't know, Suzanne," Susan said more than a little bit doubtfully. "I appreciate the offer, I really do. But..." Susan began to fish for objections - "what we really need to do is find him a true girlfriend. You don't want him to think of you as his de facto girlfriend, do you? After all, you're a married woman, too, and twice his age!"

"I know. Don't remind me of either of those facts - I don't know which one I dislike more. But Alan's on the edge of disaster. We need to get him to climax six or more times a day, and fast! Preferably more, to make up for his recent drought. There's no chance of him finding a girlfriend who can help with something like that in a matter of days. So what to do?"

"I don't know," Susan replied, worried. "Let me think about it. I'll think about your offer, too. But I hope there's another solution."

"So do I," Suzanne lied. "It's not like I want to be catering to him hand and foot in this weird way. In the meantime, if you could be more supportive, that would help."

Susan gravely nodded. "And bless his soul, he's been trying to hide his suffering from me. What a trooper!"

Suzanne was a bit surprised that Susan didn't accept her suggestion to meet Alan outside the house.

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.

CHAPTER 10

When Alan woke up on Monday, the main thing on his mind was the thought of painting Katherine's butt and pussy again, and painting Kim's as well.

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.

What mental barriers he and his sister still had against incestuous fucking were rapidly collapsing.

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.

"Brother, I was just changing my clothes, but I suddenly got soooo tired. I need some help putting them on. I've got an energy problem too. With my energy problem, you're going to have to give me six orgasms a day from now on to get my energy back," she joked.

Alan had underestimated his sister's body for so long that now every time he saw her in a compromising position, he was staggered like he was discovering her beauty for the first time. But still, his responsible side forced him to say, "Sis, what's come over you?" He was worried about both parents milling elsewhere in the house at that very moment.

Katherine stared him in the eyes intently and replied, "You. You're what's come over me. I love you, Big Brother." She ran her hands all over her freshly shaved pussy. She dropped her seriousness, and giggled, "You could cum over me, but I'd rather you cum inside of me." She moaned needfully and suggestively, "I need your love!"

"I love you too, Sis, you know that, but there's a right way and a wrong way to express that. Now please get dressed! There's a right time and a wrong time to be sexy and this is REALLY the wrong time! I've got to go." He left the room.

The incident hardly surprised him or freaked him out. Strange things happened to him on such a regular basis now that was starting to take it all in stride. His heart would still pound wildly, but intellectually his mind was better at handling surprises.

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.

The only exception was his fourth period class with Ms. Rhymer. He looked at her and the thought about what he might do in the supply room with his sister mere minutes after the class was over and that made him a total space case again.

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.

He had all the painting supplies prepared already, and this time he used his own copy of the key to unlock 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.

Kim was the last to enter the closet within the supply room.

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.

Katherine had the same attitude. She cuddled up next to him and said, "What about me, Brother? Don't you want your sister to get all naked, too?"

"It's not necessary yet."

She exaggeratedly pouted, "But would you mind? Wearing all this clothing is chafing my skin! It could cause permanent damage!"

"Oh, all right." It occurred to Alan that Suzanne had delighted in complaining about "chafing" too. "But remember, we have to act quickly, especially since there are two of you to paint. Oh, and Sis, last time we were silly trying to keep the skirt up all the time. It's easier if you both just take the skirts off."

Katherine took off her skirt and Kim did, too.

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.

Alan further noticed that Kim's pussy was shaved already. That, plus her thin hips and smallish boobs (by his standards), made her look even younger than she was. He thought, Damn. Talk about someone who looks like jail bait. I must be committing some crime here, for sure.

He looked at his sister and added to himself, Several crimes at once, probably. But he was resolved to do the painting anyway.

Katherine noticed him staring at Kim's crotch and said, "You can see she's shaved for the paint job already. Don't worry, I made a special arrangement to meet with Kim before school today, and the two of us had a nice, long talk. We decided it would be more fun if we both went without underwear for the whole day, in case you're wondering why we didn't need to take them off. I told her all about my unnatural lust for my big brother, and she's perfectly fine with it."

Alan was horrified. "What? You told her that? Kim, it's not true, in fact-"

"Chill out," Katherine interrupted. "I only told her the details 'cos she already guessed the rest on Friday. Mostly because she noticed you watching for glimpses of my pussy with your binoculars."

"Oh. ... Oops," he said, nearly speechless.

Katherine continued, "But don't worry, she's the only one with a clue about this, 'cos I told her you were the painter. Anyway, judging from just how wet her dripping pussy was in the girl's bathroom this morning, I think it's safe to say that the idea of you and me together gets her quite hot. Wouldn't you agree, Kim?"

"Definitely! Go for it, you two," Kim replied enthusiastically.

"What, you mean like this?" Katherine leaned up and kissed Alan right on the mouth.

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!" he chided as he gasped for air. "What about boundaries? Don't you remember the boundaries?"

"What do you think about boundaries?" Katherine asked Kim, who still was just standing there nearly naked.

"I say: fuck the boundaries," she replied.

"You hear that, Bro?" Katherine still held him tight. "I think we have to take her advice very seriously. Especially the suggestion to fuck." She giggled.

"Let's talk about this later," Alan replied nervously as he pulled away from the hug. He was well aware that time was wasting. "We've got less than forty minutes to paint the both of you. Let me start with Kim since I think I can do Katherine pretty quickly."

"I hope that when you 'do me,' you'll take your time," Katherine shot back, and then giggled some more.

Facing Kim's butt, Alan began painting. At the same time, he asked his sister, "By the way, Sis, speaking of painting, did you paint that top on? Your nipples are soooo noticeable."

"You noticed!" she said, delighted. "I'm not wearing a bra, and when I see you my nipples always turn into hard little erasers. But I've also pulled the top tight in the back to stretch the fabric and get you even hornier."

Kim said in response to this, "You two really need to get a room, seriously. Both of you are like dogs in heat. You're so ready to go. Basically, I'm a lesbian, but just thinking about you two is so damn nasty that it gets me all worked up. I've heard about incest, but I never thought I'd see it up close."

"It's not incest, she's helping me out with a valid medical problem," said Alan in a hurt voice.

Kim guffawed out loud. "Medical problem? That's a good one! I have a boner and have to stick in my sister for relief! That's hilarious. You're not serious, are you?"

Alan wanted to tell her about his real medical diagnosis, but remembered that he shouldn't tell anyone else about it. It appeared his sister had kept the secret well, also. He also further realized just how silly it would sound if he did give his medical story. Now that I think about it, the whole thing does sound completely absurd. Was that really my diagnosis, or was it some kind of weird scam?! To what purpose would the doctor lie? How would he gain from it, except for a few more appointments? Or did we take a valid medical thing and turn it into something twisted and sexual? What would Dr. Fredrickson think if he could see me now?

But he was distracted from further thoughts because Kim added, "You know, I'm getting so horny watching you two that I want to pleasure myself. Would that interfere with your painting?"

Alan worked on the top of Kim's butt. "Not at the moment, but it will later."

"Okay, fine, tell me when I have to stop." She began to slap her fingers in and out of her pussy with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other.

Behind him, he heard his sister say, "Big Brother, could you stand up for a second?" She'd always called him "Big Brother," but lately she did it much more than before and usually emphasized the word "big."

He reflexively stood up before thinking to ask why she wanted him to.

Katherine immediately pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees. "That's better. You can sit back down now," she said.

He did.

"I think we already need to reward Alan for his work," Katherine said as she reached around his waist and began to jack him off.

Kim enthused, "You two are so hot! Just looking at you doing that almost makes me want to give a penis a try."

"It's never too late to start," encouraged Katherine. "I'm not too picky about sharing his marvelous cock, as long as he knows where to stick it when he gets back home at night."

"Hey, I don't stick it anywhere when I get back home at night!"

"That's your problem, Bro. Are you beginning to get the subtle signal that I wouldn't exactly mind?" She looked at Kim and rolled her eyes. "Alan has certain boundaries he says we shouldn't cross."

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.

He stopped painting (not that he got a lot accomplished so far), stood up, turned around, and held Katherine's shoulders. "You're making me so horny, I can't stand it any more. Okay, I admit it: I wouldn't exactly mind, either. And you do have me over the barrel on owing you one, dammit. But just 'cos we might want to do it doesn't mean we SHOULD do it. For one thing, we'll get caught. Can't we at least wait until our father goes overseas again before we talk about this?"

Katherine just wanted to fuck, not talk. With a pout, she simply answered, "No." Then she kissed him passionately on the mouth.

He enjoyed the kiss for a while, but eventually he pulled away again. "How can I finish the painting? Cool it down, okay? People might hear. Someone might walk into this room at this very moment! Remember, we're doing this in the middle of the school!"

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."

"Given that she's now my sex slave, that can be arranged," Kim responded wryly.

"Oh no, not you too. Don't encourage her!" said Alan.

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."

"There's no way," said Alan, still worried. "It's too risky. I'm only agreeing 'cos I'm temporarily insane since you're playing with my penis."

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.

"Oh, Alan! Brother!" Katherine said swooningly. "We're going to do it! I can't wait!"

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.

Alan put the brush down. He whispered, "Kim, I'm done with the butt. Don't ask me how." He realized he was in danger of shooting his jism all over her, but kept trying to focus on the paint job. "You can turn around."

Kim turned.

"Katherine, you have to stop that, or I'm going to... going to... Oh shit! I'm losing it! Let go!"

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.

When it all ended and he calmed down a bit, he whispered, "Sorry! Normally I'm not like this."

She joked, "What, you mean you don't normally spray your seed all over girls you hardly know while your sister is jacking you off in a hallway closet in the middle of school?"

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."

"So this is what semen is, huh?" Kim said as she put it up to her mouth. "I'll have to try some new things if I have any hope of keeping up with you two. I had a couple of boyfriends, but I never let them get far. I guess it was just for show as a cover for my like of girls..." She put the sperm in her mouth, and contemplated the taste. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Does all semen taste like this, Katherine?"

"No, his is very special. His is the only semen I've tried personally, but a woman who has fucked dozens of men said Alan's was the best she ever tasted, hands down."

"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!" said an incredulous Alan. "You've been talking to-" he was about to say Suzanne, but cut himself off at the last second as he wasn't sure that name was something Kim should know. "You've been talking to her about the taste of my cum?"

"You'd be surprised what we girls talk about sometimes," Katherine replied, sufficiently vaguely. She made a point to say girl to better mislead Kim about who it really was.

"Sounds like Alan is having all sorts of fun," Kim commented. "Was it Amy? I'll bet it's Amy."

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?"

"No, I'm good. In fact, I can not only paint you..." - he began painting again and started on her front - "I can even do this at the same time." He began to finger Kim's pussy with his free hand. "We need to make your pussy lips puff up as much as possible, so I can paint them all."

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.

However, to Katherine's great disappointment, Alan's penis was still down for the count after he shot his seed onto Kim's leg. Since Katherine was naked already, she stood up and, sure that she was in full view of Kim in the very claustrophobic space, began to finger herself. She began to pinch one of her nipples as well.

Kim said, "God, you two are nonstop sex addicts, and good at your school work, to boot! Especially you, Alan. How do you do both?"

"I'm not a good student anymore," Alan replied ruefully. "I WAS up until a few weeks ago. That's when I began my descent into debauchery. Same with Katherine. If this keeps up, it's just a matter of time until we're both expelled or flunked out. God, just think if someone came into the supply room right now." He started to panic himself again. "Dang! I have no idea how frequently this room is used. It could be used all the time, and then they'd hear us in here! Look at how we look right now. What would we do if someone came in?!"

"Don't worry, Big Bro," Katherine said. "Between the three of us, we've got our bases covered. If it's a man, Kim and I fuck him in return for silence, and if it's a woman, you do."

"Oh yeah, right. You're so sexed up you can't tell fantasy from reality. And what if it's, like, a gay man, or an old person, or something? Or a couple of people? And even if your plan worked, what of the consequences? For starters, I wouldn't want a strange man to have sex with you. We've got to get our act together or we'll be in jail or something before long."

"All right, I admit we have to get our act together a bit," Katherine conceded. "But today's been such a unique day. You know, you admitting that you're going to fuck me and all. And it's so cute that you're possessive of me!" she gushed happily.

He ignored her last comment and said, "I haven't exactly agreed to that! I'm just saying..." He wasn't sure what he was saying.

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?"

Kim answered, "I've shaved it before, a while back, but it's newly done for today. Hurry up and do that part so I can get my fingers back in there!"

"Sorry, bad news," Alan said. "You'll have to let it dry for at least the next twenty minutes."

Kim couldn't believe it. "Oh yeah, like that'll ever happen, with you two carrying on just inches away from me!"

Alan said commandingly, "All right, we have to stop the hijinks, both of you. We're running out of time. I haven't even started painting my sister yet, and Kim's paint job has to dry."

CHAPTER 11

Alan finally finished painting Kim, and then turned towards Katherine.

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 tried to get his sister's attention. "HellooOOOooo! Anyone there? Did you hear what I said about you having to stop? Could you take your hand out of your pussy for one minute?"

"I'm sorry," said Katherine as she slowly came back to the here-and-now. "It's just that I was thinking about the different ways and places you're going to fuck me. Maybe we can even do it this afternoon!"

"I've got to paint you, okay? Turn around and calm down. Put your hands up behind your head, and keep them off of your body!"

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!"

Katherine finally obeyed his command. "I'm trying to calm down, but it's hard when I'm in a vulnerable position like this with my hands behind my head. I feel like I'm under arrest."

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!"

"Okay, okay, enough already," Alan grumbled, turned on though he was. "How can I work with you going on like that?"

Katherine grumbled, too. "Shucks. I was just getting to the good part in the story, officer. Please continue with your probing, anyway. After my blowjob proves to you that I'm not drunk, then you'll probably need to stick your thing back in my mouth as part of the cavity search. Hee-hee!"

"And I'm supposed to keep calm when you two are like this?!" said Kim in exasperation.

"Are you? Calm? Dry?" Alan asked.

"For now, but barely." Kim replied.

After having Katherine calm down for a couple of minutes, Alan found that he was nearly done painting her butt. He finally turned her around and started to work on her other side.

"Alan," Katherine said softly, "I'm pretty mellow now and I promise not to tease. Have you given any thought to my afternoon idea? Seriously?"

"If we were to do it, and that's a big if, where would we even find a safe place? We can't begin to think about it until our father is gone."

"What about this room? We could come here after school just a few hours from now!"

Alan considered that for a moment, but concluded, "This room is not perfect at all. For one thing, with all the shelves and supplies there's barely room for three people to stand up. There's no room to lie down properly at all, on the cold, dirty floor. You don't want to do it standing up, do you?"

"I don't care! I'll do it with you standing, sitting, lying, whatever. All of the above! I know... We could get out of this closet and do it on the floor of the next room! In fact, why even wait until after school? We still have at least twenty minutes, and I'm sure Kim would like to watch."

Alan momentarily addressed Kim. "Don't mind my sister. She's gone totally insane. Yeah, getting caught doing my sister on the cold concrete floor during lunch sounds really enticing. I can just imagine being led away through crowds of our friends with handcuffs on."

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?"

"Okay, so maybe that's not the best idea," Katherine conceded. "I guess we're screwed for now. Or not screwed yet, as the case may be," she giggled. "Our first time should be special and not done furtively in the back seat of a car or something like that. But I'll think of something."

Kim volunteered, "I know the perfect place."

"You do?" both Katherine and Alan said to her at the same time. Alan swiveled his head around to face her.

"Yes. Perfect privacy and security. My house!"

"Your house?" Alan was so shocked that was all he could say. He was pleased but also scared that the incestuous idea had become increasingly real and possible so suddenly.

"Yeah, you two are, like... I dunno, so inspiring or something... It's so sexy... I wanna help. Katherine, I wish I could find someone I was half that excited about, guy OR girl. Anyways, I live with just my mom, and she's ALWAYS at work at least until six, usually seven. I mean she's literally never come home before that, and even if she did, I'm on the second floor and we would hear her car coming up the driveway."

Alan resumed painting again. He was absolutely determined to finish, no matter what.

Katherine on the other hand bounced up and down in excitement, which forced him to pause.

Kim smiled kindly. "Given that I'm supposed to treat you like a sex slave, Katherine, I'm being way too nice. Maybe I'm not just cut out to be the cruel master type. Anyways, I do have one condition. Your first time should be special with just the two of you alone. But after that, you can keep using my house, but only if I can join in."

"Join in?" Katherine asked in surprise. "Even with Alan?"

"Hrm. I don't know about me being with him, but I figure that if I'll ever have the perfect opportunity to give an exciting man a try, this is my chance. I have to admit his finger felt pretty good in me just now, even if he was just doing it as part of the painting job. I guess a finger is a finger, and I've always liked strap on dildos, too. So trying a penis might be... interesting. If I'm not into it, I still have you, Katherine, and Alan and I can keep you busy at both ends."

Alan had stopped painting again, and his mind just boggled. "How can anybody turn down that offer?" he thought out loud.

"I accept!" Katherine said. "Big Brother? This afternoon?"

"Hmm..." He pondered, and then replied to his sister, "No, we have to wait. I'm seriously worried you're turning into an uncontrollable sex maniac. If you can hold yourself off until Wednesday, then maybe that shows we have enough self-control do to this and possibly not get caught. Then we can make the arrangements for Thursday. But between now and then, you have to act totally 100% like your old self. No touching, nothing. I've gotta maintain control too. If we can't do that, then we need to cool off some more."

"Deal!" she said excitedly. "That's why I love you so much, Brother, - you're so smart and wise and prudent. I wish I could reach down and hug you!"

He warned her, "If you did that, then Thursday would be off. We have to maintain total control. Don't even call me 'Very Big Brother.' You never added the 'very' until a couple of days ago."

"That's because, all these years, I never knew just how big it was until I put it in my mouth."

Alan's penis twitched with new life at that thought. As an afterthought to their plans, he asked Kim, "Does Thursday work for you? And can you maintain complete secrecy?"

Kim answered, "I'm also with Katherine in that I hope you two can hurry it up a bit so I can get in on the action! But I can wait. And I swear no one will know except us three. Not even my mom will ever have a clue, if we plan this carefully. The only other person who might suspect you two is Heather, because she knows more about the painting than the other cheerleaders. But I can help steer her away by using some subtlety."

Alan was happy. "Good. Heather is a bit scary, don't you think? She intimidates me, anyways. All right, let's finish this paint job and get out of here. I don't even want to know what time it is right now, and I'm still not done. Sis, you may have to be late to your fifth period class, if this is gonna dry. When I'm done painting, you two behave yourselves, and I'll go see if I can finagle a hall pass for you. And Sis, remember that you're not allowed to get yourself off with Kim either or anyone else, until Thursday. You wouldn't prove your control if you did that."

"Damn!" both women said simultaneously.

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.

Alan was able to get the hall pass for his sister. That was one of the perks of him having such a goody-goody reputation.

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.

"What's with the air freshener, and where did you get it?" asked Kim while she helped clean up.

"When I walked out of here and into the main supply closet, I realized this room totally smelled like sex. It still does, obviously. There's absolutely no air circulation in here. Even if someone were to come in here hours later, they're still going to suspect, no, they'll know, that people have been fooling around in here. Look at you Kim. You STILL have my dry cum on your leg! Good thing I thought of every eventuality. I brought some moist towelettes, too."

"Katherine, your brother IS pretty resourceful," said an impressed Kim. "There's definitely something to this guy. No wonder you and this other mystery girl are all over him. If I were to have a secret affair with a guy, I'd want it to be him."

"You WILL have such an affair very soon, and it WILL be him," giggled Katherine. Like bees to honey, she started to rub his penis through his shorts. He had to push her hand away so he could get something done in the little time left for lunch.

"Good point," said Kim, surprised, as she hadn't thought of her and Alan as having an "affair."

They practically sprayed half the bottle of air freshener into the room before they left, just to be on the safe side. It smelled like one giant flower by the time they were done, which in itself would be very suspicious for a supply closet, but it couldn't be helped.

Alan decided that next time the need arose, he would get something that smelled like a powerful cleaning agent to mask any smell.

CHAPTER 12

The rest of the school day was fairly mellow for the two Plummer children.

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.

Alan played tennis in the afternoon. He came home, took a shower, and then walked into his room.

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.

"This is a pleasant surprise," Alan said with more than a little understatement.

"Sweetie, don't think I came in here for anything sexual," she said. "I just want to talk to you about something."

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."

"Sweetie, how are you at acting?"

"What do you mean?"

"Could you, kind of, not exactly lie, but be very vocal in expressing some of your feelings? I'm trying to get Susan to allow this place to get sexed up again, but she's resisting. If you could kind of pout and sigh when you're around her and do it in a way so your father doesn't notice, that could really help speed things along."

"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."

Her eyes lit up and she began to walk towards him across the room and swayed her naked hips as dramatically as she knew how. "That's my boy! You know how I said, 'Don't think I came in here for anything sexual'?"

"Yeah?"

She smiled. "Now, it's okay to think that. You need a reward for being so cooperative."

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.

But that evening, Ron would be out with coworkers and miss dinner (again), so Amy more or less invited herself over to dinner.

After sharing a nice meal together, Amy retired to the living room with Alan and Katherine while Susan did the dishes. "Boy, that was a great meal," Amy said enthusiastically, as she sat on a couch. "I'm stuffed."

"If you liked it, you should tell that to Susan," Alan pointed out.

Katherine felt naughty. She added, "I'll let you in on another Plummer family secret, since you're practically family. When we Plummer ladies really like a meal, we show that appreciation by opening our shirts all the way in the front. Just like how guys unbutton their belt buckles."

"Gosh! That's neat," Amy said as she opened her shirt and pulled out her tits. "I wish we did that at our house - I just love getting naked."

Katherine gave Alan a secret wink, and he winked back. She also undid her top, but not as far as exposing her nipples like Amy had hers, just in case Susan came in. "Mmm. I agree with Amy. That was good food."

She turned to her brother and asked him, "What about you? Didn't you enjoy the meal?"

"I must say I did." He gleefully unbuttoned his shorts, and unzipped his fly. But his penis was still underneath his underwear. Just to get Amy going a bit more, he pushed his erection through his open fly so it made an obscenely huge, though covered, bulge.

"Is that all, Big Brother?" Katherine complained. "Didn't you enjoy your meal any more than that?"

"Yeah, Alan," Amy agreed. "Maybe if we get you some desert, you'll enjoy the meal just a little bit more?" She looked hungrily at his crotch.

Susan walked in at this point, and saw Amy with her nipples exposed.

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?"

"But isn't this what people do after a big meal, kinda loosen their clothing? That's what Katherine was just telling me. Oh, and I wanted to say what a great meal you cooked. Thanks a ton!"

Susan rolled her eyes in frustration. "You're welcome, but please button up. And Katherine, no more of these little games, okay?"

"But, Mom, we're just having fun. And isn't helping Alan out with some stimulation the most important thing lately? He's been suffering so much!"

Susan let out a very loud and frustrated sigh. She didn't know what to say or what was right or needed anymore. She remembered all that Suzanne had said about how rarely Alan was getting aroused lately, and she noticed that he had a nice hard-on. So she just went upstairs without further comment.

After Susan left, Amy went and got strawberries and ice cream for Alan. He pronounced that so delicious that he pulled his underwear down below his erect penis as well and flopped it out through his shorts zipper.

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."

"Gosh," replied Amy, "I wish I had bad breath right now so I could try that out. Oh no! But Mom says I'm not allowed to touch one of those penises, no matter what. Darn it. It sure looks fun."

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.

According to Alan and Katherine, to putting Alan's penis in one's mouth, jacking him off, and/or drinking his cum was the cure to many ailments and problems, from nervous tension to hiccups to bad grades.

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."

"NOOOO!" Katherine and Alan shouted simultaneously. Then they broke up laughing.

Eventually Amy and Katherine retired to the bathroom for another pussy shaving, while Alan went to his room (his penis was too sore for him to do more with Amy - he wasn't having a good day when it came to endurance).

Meanwhile, Susan sat in her room alone and thought about Alan's problem that Suzanne had explained that morning. Later that evening she called Alan in to speak with him, making sure it was at a time when her husband was out of the house.

Alan heard the call down the hallway and walked in. Since his mother dressed in nothing but her old, conservative clothes for the past five days, he was rather surprised to find her on her bed, dressed in a maroon bath robe that exposed more than a little bit of cleavage.

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.

"Tiger, can you sit here for a minute? I have something to discuss."

Alan sat on the bed next to her.

"What is it, Mom? Is there something you'd like to get off your chest?" He belatedly realized that wasn't exactly the best choice of words, given the circumstance. Her chest made it extremely hard for him to maintain eye contact.

She asked him, "How are things coming along with your ... problem ... now that you don't have anyone to help you?'

Alan absolutely hated to lie to his mother. But with the sight of her huge tits jiggling just a few feet from his face, he was tempted. Luckily, he realized that he could take advantage of his rather poor performance in the afternoon and leave the impression Suzanne would want him to leave without overtly lying. "Gosh, Mom, it's tough sometimes. You know how Amy and Katherine were teasing me a little while ago?"

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."

"That's what I feared," she said with great concern. "When your father is gone, I promise that we'll reevaluate the situation, okay? Maybe I can help more... with visual stimulation. Plus, then you'll be able to get Suzanne's help more often. So hold out until then."

"Thanks, Mom. I'll try. I hate to say this, but I'm counting the days until he's gone. If it weren't for small kindnesses, like what Amy did after dinner, I wouldn't have made it this far."

She just nodded. "I know. I'm so sorry. ... That's why I let you all have fun teasing each other. Too bad Suzanne is so protective of Amy or maybe she could help you out too."

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.

Alan got up to go, but said, "By the way, Mom, just seeing you in this robe will give me a lot of stimulation help for the next couple of days. Thanks for that."

She looked up at him and smiled a wide smile. "Damned robe. Has such trouble staying closed." She made a pretense at closing it, but ended up leaving it just as open as before.

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."

"You're the best, Mom!" He got up and left the room.

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.

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