CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 26)

Alan woke up to an alarm clock ringing. At first he was confused: there was only a little sunlight outside which made him assume that it was sunrise, but he thought for a few moments and realized it had to be sunset. There was a note on the bed stand from Susan reminding him of his dinner plans with Christine. It contained several motherly admonitions on dressing well and acting polite, which made Alan smile.

The alarm which Susan had set didn't leave him much time to get ready. He showered and changed into a collared shirt and dress slacks, which was unusually formal for him but still less than the three pieced suit he'd worn on his last date with Christine. He brushed his teeth and rushed out the door.

He arrived at the "Taste of Thai" restaurant right at their planned meeting time. Christine was already sitting in a booth; Alan joined her there.

Christine looked great. It seemed that she hadn't heard Alan's suggestion that they dress normally (actually, what she wore was a lot less stunning than the outfit she'd first planned to wear). Her dark red outfit was skin tight and low cut, yet at the same time it offered almost no support to her breasts, causing them to jiggle at her slightest movement. There also was an opening exposing her firm stomach, and it covered almost none of her back. Further, it was made of some kind of shimmering material, though he wasn't knowledgeable about clothing and couldn't figure out if it was made of latex, satin, silk, or what.

Alan was immediately reminded of why he fell in love with her in the first place. Not only did she look like a perfect bombshell on the same level of beauty as his family four, but she wore her usual stare that conveyed both intelligence and intensity. It was one of the things that he liked best about her, as looking at her deep blue eyes always made him feel as if she was full of energy on the inside.

However, it probably was this serious, penetrating stare that helped give her the nickname "Ice Queen Christine." The old Alan would have flinched and quickly looked away when Christine looked at him like that, just as most everyone else did. But now his confidence and experience had grown, and he found himself capable of staring back.

He considered making a joke like, "I didn't know I'd be meeting Barbarella here," but he decided against it. Sometimes Christine didn't take jokes that well and she seemed a bit abashed about what she was wearing.

Instead, Alan decided a compliment was in order. He said, "That outfit is a little fancier than I'd anticipated, so I feel a bit underdressed now, but that's cool. I'm really glad you wore it 'cos now I can beam with pride knowing everyone in the restaurant is jealous I'm with such a complete and total knockout."

Christine beamed. "Thanks. I'm tickled pink that you like it." She added in a throaty come on, "As for you feeling underdressed, don't worry, I can help you get underdressed." Then she leaned back and laughed. She felt really good to be flirting again.

Alan grinned. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be, eh? More flirting practice? Two can play that game. You're not tickled pink just yet. Wait until I'm done tickling you. I'm going to tickle you until you're helpless and crying for mercy."

Christine sat up straighter and looked at him defiantly. "I dare you to. And how do you know I'll be crying for mercy? Maybe I'll be crying for you to give me something else." Her eyes bored through the table as she stared at the spot where Alan's genitals were.

Alan thought, Whoa! This is supposed to be a non-romantic date. But I feel such electricity in the air. We've only been talking for a minute or two and already I want to drag her off to the bathroom and have my way with her.

That thought suddenly reminded Alan of what Katherine had done with him in the bathroom during his last date with Christine, and made his erection even harder. Dang! Too sexy! And why does she have to keep giggling and laughing? Every time she does that it's like she's shaking two bowls of Jell-O. Very RED Jell-O. Cherry flavored, undoubtedly. Damn, I'd love to nibble on those cherry nipples and hell, let's face it, take her cherry!

Alan found himself panting with desire and hoped it didn't show. This is bad. I need to calm down and calm things down a lot. He said, "Okay, you got me there. I can't think of anything to top that. On a different note, what did you think of what Chalmers said in class today?"

So the conversation turned and they discussed some school gossip and even class work. Both of them were simultaneously disappointed and yet oddly relieved.

After some more small talk and the placing of orders, there was an awkward silence. What exactly was the agenda of their get together this time? Alan, at least, wasn't sure.

Christine was the first to break the silence. "So... Those football players are giving you a hard time, huh?"

That broke the ice. Alan was relieved to talk about that, since the seriousness of the topic ruled out more flirting, He smiled, even as he began to talk about his woes. "That would be an understatement. Thanks again for your help this morning, by the way. I'm gonna pay for the dinner this time. It's the least I can do."

She joked, "Big mistake. You should have told me that AFTER we ordered. Let's see. What's the most expensive bottle of wine?" Though she was joking about the price, it was clear she relished having some wine.

Alan, remembering how tipsy both of them had gotten on the last date, said, "We'd better not. We got lucky in not getting in trouble with the underaged drinking thing last time, but we shouldn't make it a habit." He'd resolved to keep things platonic and the last thing he wanted was Christine loosening up after getting drunk.

They talked about the football players for some time. Alan was surprised by just how much Christine knew about his tormentors. For instance, she knew who was behind the recent efforts to get at him. She named names and many details about who they were and what they were doing. A fair amount of the things she said covered the same ground as what Simone had told him earlier today, but Christine added additional perspective to the problem and she knew some things that Simone either didn't know or had simply failed to mention during their lunchtime conversation.

One thing that surprised Alan though was that Christine firmly believed that some recent rumors were the work of the football players when in fact he knew Heather had been responsible for starting them. It made Alan even more determined not to have Heather as an enemy.

It also became clear that Christine was one of the people who had stuck up for Amy and Glory when Heather had secretly circulated rumors against them. Alan was grateful that Christine had strongly taken his side in every instance without even being asked to do so.

When she was done, Alan said, "Christine, what you've done is so helpful, and very much appreciated. But how did you know all that?"

She smiled knowingly. "Oh, just a little bird who talks to me."

"Come on. Seriously. It might prove useful for me to know in any upcoming battles with them."

She looked at him questioningly as she considered revealing her sources. The truth was, she wasn't completely sure if he could keep a secret. She wasn't so much worried about him directly, but she worried that he would tell his official girlfriend Amy, and then Amy would blab to others. Amy had already gotten Alan into trouble at school by blabbing things she shouldn't have.

So Christine was coy with her answer. "Let's just say that I've been trying to look out for you for some time."

"Wow, Christine, that's sweet. But I don't deserve it. What have I ever done for you except stare at you from afar, way too much?"

They both laughed as they recalled several incidents when Christine had caught Alan staring wantonly at her sizeable though well-covered breasts. The recollection of his staring caused him to gaze down from Christine's beautiful face to her low cut red dress.

She said in a husky voice, "See anything you like?"

Alan was still somewhat exhausted from the events of the day and didn't realize that he was staring far too long again, just like the old days. But he knew he'd been busted. He looked up and joked, "Oops, there I go again!"

Christine said teasingly, "What is it with guys and boobs? Maybe I should just take my top off and let you play with them until your curiosity is satisfied."

Alan joked back, "I don't know. That could take a really long time. Years, even."

She teased back, "And the problem with that is? ... As long as I have something to play with too." She winked.

Alan's erection had subsided during all the football player talk, but now it was back with a vengeance. He thought, Wow, Christine's changed so much. I remember when she always wore those baggy sweaters to hide her charms, even when it was a hot day. Now she's magically turned into an expert flirt. Even her voice is so extra sexy all of a sudden!

What Alan didn't know was that Simone was right in her realization that when Christine got started on doing something, she didn't stop until she was the best. Christine had prepared a number of flirty lines and just needed the right moments to drop them in. She'd even practiced her delivery, working on making her voice more breathy and at times more husky.

Then, to further wow him in a pre-planned move, she announced that she had to go "powder her nose" and stood up to head to the bathroom. She took her time walking away from him, slowly swishing her hips as she went.

Alan was thoroughly wowed, not to mention severely tempted, as he watched her flaunt her rear. He felt like he could have spent hours watching the light play on the shiny skin-tight red fabric covering her magnificent ass. He noticed just about everyone else in the restaurant, male and female, was also watching her every move.

When she got back, after giving him an equally enjoyable view of her walking towards him from the front side, he was so obviously agog at her outfit that she felt the need to say something about it. "Alan, I should explain why I'm wearing this. I know you said dress casual."

Alan put his hands up to make a "stop" gesture. "No need. Believe me, I'm not complaining. Not in the slightest!"

"I know. But I still feel the need to explain. You see, my mother runs a pretty tight ship at my house. She has a big say over what clothes I buy and what I can wear. For the first time, since I've started going out on these dates, she's sort of allowed me to let it all hang out."

Alan wiggled his eyebrows in Groucho Marx-style as he stared unabashedly at her prominent breasts. "So I see!" He added suggestively, "So you're saying you're ready to bust out?" The emphasis was on "bust."

"Oh, you!" She laughed. "There are so many outfits I want to wear now and who knows how many dates for me to wear them on? I'm pretty much discovering fashion and I'm like a kid in a candy store. Seriously, I'm only now realizing how sexually repressed my life has been. Now that I've been given a little freedom, I feel like going all the way."

Alan did the leering eyebrow wiggle again. "That can be arranged."

She laughed again. "So anyways, that's the main explanation. Thanks for humoring me." She thought about all his jokes and added, "In more ways that one."

Still with a joking leer, Alan said, "My pleasure. And I do mean that."

He thought, Dang, this whole situation kind of reminds me of Mom. Kind of a lot, actually. She was so repressed and then also let it all hang out, so to speak. What is it with sexually repressed women - are they always total nymphos just waiting to go wild? lf Christine is potentially even half as much of a nympho as Mom's turning ito, well, I don't know what. The fact is, I would probably die of exhaustion! ... Dang! Just imagine the two of them in bed together, waiting for me. That would really kill me! Alan Junior, you're gonna be in for a long night, I can tell.

CHAPTER 2

Christine was encouraged by the playful and sexy talk and used that as an opening to broach a difficult subject. She kept her eyes down, but said, "Alan, I really have to apologize. I never minded when you stared at my body, not at all. In fact, I was flattered. But when you asked me out in September, I, well, I just wasn't ready. It wasn't you at all, it was me. And now I feel so regretful about it. Is there some way we could turn back the clock so I could tell you yes instead?" As she finished, she looked up, bashful yet hopeful.

Alan thought, Oh boy. Here we go again. How can I let her down gently? I need to be bold and firm to make my platonic intentions completely clear, once and for all.

He said, "I wish we could. I really do. But what's done is done. And now I have Amy."

She replied with a little tease in her voice, "Yes, I've noticed. Amy and a few other girls." She smirked, adding, "Quite a few as a matter of fact, if even half of what I'm hearing is true."

Alan was surprised to find himself blushing a bit. "Yeah, well... What can I say? Guys are pretty hopelessly horny, and I guess I'm no exception."

"You can say that again," Christine exclaimed. Still with a sexy teasing tone, she added, "Seems like you're becoming a bit of a local legend."

"Yeah, well, don't believe everything you hear."

Christine fell back onto more comfortable ground as she tested her knowledge of school gossip with what might be said straight from the horse's mouth. "A-ha! I thought so. A lot of the girls keep saying that the rumors can't be true because you turn so many girls down. Why, you even turned down Donna, and she's practically up there with Heather as the reigning queen of the school. A few girls are steadfast that you must be gay, especially some of the ones you turned down, but of course we both know that isn't true, don't we? But speaking of queens, there are a lot of rumors about you and Heather going around, not to mention whisperings of you with some of the other cheerleaders. Care to name names?"

"Hey, that's kind of personal, don't you think? And besides, I've already told you I don't kiss and tell."

Christine blushed and lowered her eyes. "Sorry, it's just that I let my curiosity get the better of me sometimes. I apologize."

Alan thought, Just like Glory. If the two of them ever started an investigative agency, they'd be unstoppable. But actually, maybe I can turn this to my advantage. Why not be a little forthcoming about this for once? If she realizes just how many girls I'm sleeping with and who some of them are, maybe that'll make her realize that there's no way I could ever have her, and her alone, as my girlfriend.

So he said, "Nah, don't worry about it. And, if you're so secretive about the stuff you tell me, then I can trust you with the stuff I tell you, right? Normally I have a very strict don't kiss and tell policy, but I'm hoping that since you're becoming a close platonic friend I can confide in you and not worry about getting backstabbed."

She looked up hopefully. "I'd like that too, very much. You can trust me completely. My lips are sealed."

"Okay. ... Well, the rumors are true. I have had sex with Heather."

"Heather." Christine spat out the head cheerleader's name as if it was a vile tasting piece of food she'd been choking on.

Heather had her share of enemies, but Alan was surprised by the level of reflexive hatred Christine displayed. What Alan didn't know was that Heather and Christine had a long simmering rivalry with each other that predated Alan's sexual awakening. Both Heather and Christine were very similar in appearance and were known as the school's two reigning knockout blondes. They also were both very imposing figures who generally took command of any room they walked into. But their personalities couldn't be more different. They generally avoided each other but made derogatory comments behind each other's backs.

"Heather and...?" Christine prodded.

"Well, you probably can guess where Heather goes, Simone isn't too far behind. But you probably know that since I understand Simone doesn't go out of her way to deny that she's been with me."

"Yeah, I knew that already. So, who else? What about the cheerleaders?"

Alan found himself in a surprisingly proud and boastful mood. "Well, let's just say that if you're a cheerleader, the odds of having sex with me are pretty high. My sister naturally exempted, of course."

Christine teased, "Hmm. I'll have to see how I can go about becoming a cheerleader, then."

Alan suddenly had a vision of Christine as a cheerleader. He could easily picture painting her panties on and then fucking her in the theater room. Hold your horses, boy! Platonic! Keep things platonic, even if she's coming on to you like gangbusters. Don't forget what'll happen if she finds out about the incest. God, I think pretty much all the cheerleaders suspect I'm doing something with Sis. Just imagine if Christine talked to them about that!

That prospect cooled his ardor a bit. Alan was dreadfully afraid of Christine finding out about his incestuous secrets, even more so than if Glory found out. He had a feeling that if Glory found out, she probably wouldn't have anything more to do with him, but she'd let him be. However, Christine would find a way to put a stop to something she found that immoral.

Christine continued to pry. "So you're doing the cheerleader team, even Heather. God, you know, I can't help but be impressed with that, even though I know it's completely wrong. You're such a bastard!" However, she said this in a playful way.

"I know. You're not the first person to tell me that."

"Never mind that. So who else is there?"

"Well, some other girls here and there. Some of them don't go to our school and you wouldn't know them." He lied, "But there is sex as an expression of love, and sex as an expression of pure lust. I'm so lucky that Amy allows me to have fun playing around, but Amy is the one that I truly love. That's what matters." In fact, Alan loved Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine at least as much as Amy, but he could never tell Christine that.

"I... see..." Christine said very slowly. Then, after a long pause, she blurted out so quickly that it was nearly incomprehensible, "Andwhataboutsexasanexpressionoffriendship?"

Alan just blinked. "Huh?"

Christine blushed, then lowered her voice, saying, "And what about sex as an expression of friendship?"

Alan understood that but was still momentarily thrown. "What do you mean?"

Christine blushed again. In her mind, she imagined Alan standing naked at the doorway of the theater room. Heather was naked on her knees in front of him, giving him a blow job. Amy stood naked to the side, holding a clipboard. She looked at Christine standing in front of them all, and said to her, "So, Christine. Let's see. Alan's put you on his approved to be fucked list, so let's see if he can squeeze you in. Or, I should say, can all of him be squeezed into you, heh-heh! I crack myself up. Sorry. ... Hrm. What a busy schedule. Maybe tomorrow afternoon between three and four? Would that work for you?" To Christine's surprise, in the dream she said, "Yes!" with great eagerness. Amy replied, "M'kay! Super! Now, why don't you help Heather and me with a blow job. Alan likes a lot of tongues." To Christine's further surprise, she found herself dropping to her knees and crawling forward.

Suddenly, Christine snapped back to reality and responded, "Oh, nothing. Just a lame attempt at a joke. I guess I still don't have this flirting thing completely figured out yet."

Christine was torn. She had always dreamed of a "Mr. Right," a knight in shining armor, perfect in nearly every way. Her new fantasies based around Alan's sexual prowess were disturbingly out of line with all of her dreams and longings up until recently, and she didn't like them. Yet she lusted after him so strongly that she was almost able to ask him if she could be nothing more than one of his "helpers." Almost, but not quite.

Meanwhile, Alan heard the "sex as an expression of friendship" comment and drifted off into fantasizing too. He was particularly struck by the fact that she was wearing long gloves that went almost up to her shoulders. This one simple accessory made her appear much more formally dressed, as if she was going to a ball, but also much sexier, especially given the way she normally dressed fashionably but also very restrained.

The way the gloves and her top shone in the light brought up images of her as a go-go dancer. In his fantasy, she slowly stripped in front of a crowd until finally she wore nothing but her latex gloves and her equally long latex stockings. In real life, he doubted Christine knew how to dance at all since she'd never been to any of the school dances, but in the dream she danced gracefully, yet also with a wild abandon.

Alan suddenly became painfully aware of just how hard his hard-on was. That realization brought him back to reality. He guiltily looked at Christine to see if she could detect his arousal.

But Christine still seemed a bit spaced out. With the daydream still on her mind, she attempted to change the subject by asking, "So is it true about the theater room? Is something going on there? And what about Glory? What about the rumors of you and her being an item?"

Alan thought, Oh shit! Christine knows or suspects about all that too?! That is not good. I can tell she doesn't fully trust me, but why should I trust her? It would be nice if I could really have her as a complete confidant, but there are so many things about me she can never know. I can't let her know about Glory, much less my incestuous family. But I do need to throw her a bone.

He tried to calm his concern and replied, "I can see how the Glory rumors got started. She is beautiful, and I do work with her as her teacher's aide sometimes. But that's all there is to it. She's a very responsible teacher and I'm sure she'd laugh at those rumors. As for the theater room..."

"Yeah?"

"Wait. First tell me what you heard."

"I haven't heard anything, to be honest. Except for a rumor that the cheerleaders go in there during lunch to smoke pot. But I've seen you headed in that direction more than once, and I know you don't smoke pot. You remember that discussion we had after that ridiculous anti-drug rally?"

"Yeah. Well, you're pretty sharp. I still don't do drugs, but I do take part in some other activity in that room from time to time."

"I see." Christine's daydream immediately returned to her consciousness. Except, she'd seen Kim, Joy, Janice, and Simone headed to the theater room at various times, so suddenly they were all there in the room as well. Her daydream continued where it left off, and as she crawled forward to try to wrestle some of Alan's penis from Heather (who naturally would attempt to hog it in the dream, just as she would in real life), she was able to look further into the room and saw the other girls sprawled all over the floor, panting with exhaustion and drenched in cum. Whether she realized it or not, her fantasy wasn't that far from the kind of things that really took place in Alan's life.

However, she caught herself thinking these things, and thought, What is with me lately? Why do I always have such submissive fantasies? It's especially ironic tonight given that I'm wearing what could practically be a dominatrix outfit.

She began thinking along different lines, imagining herself as a dominatrix lording over Alan. Wearing a stripped down version of what she currently had on (which in fact exactly matched what she was wearing in Alan's fantasy), she fantasized sitting on Alan's face. She commanded him to lick her pussy, and he did.

She found herself greatly enjoying that daydream, even though she had no real conception of what being orally pleasured was like. As she started to come out of it, she thought, Now that's more like it! That would be awesome. Why can't my dream mind be more like that? Actually what would be even better than submission OR domination would be to simply make love with Alan as equals. Will that ever happen? Why have all my dreams become so perverted lately?

Alan was once again looking down into Christine's ample cleavage, admiring the way it was lightly rising up and down with her breathing. He couldn't help but notice two bulges had risen, showing that her nipples had hardened.

He was too busy with that sight to notice that Christine was a bit spaced out, and instead he asked, "I gotta know: how it is you know so much stuff? I mean, I always look around when I'm headed to the theater room, and I could swear I've never seen you in that area."

Christine paused, and she again pondered what she could tell him. She decided that he was pretty observant too, and now that she'd revealed this much, he would begin to figure things out, so it was best if she came clean in any case. "You probably didn't. I've been down there a bit, but the fact is, I rely on some of my friends. We have a bit of a clique, and we help each other out."

"Aaaaah," Alan said, pretending as if he understood, when in fact he didn't. In his previous existence as one of the school nerds he didn't pay much attention to school gossip or politics, and now that sex was such a big part of his life, he didn't spend enough time with other students to learn the scoop.

Christine, though, was a good judge of emotions. She smiled, amused, and explained, "The other girls sometimes call us the 'goody goodies.' Girl stuff in school is like a whooole different thing than guy stuff. With girls, you're judged by how 'easy' you are. There's a bunch of us who kind of stand apart because of that. Many of us are still virgins, if you can believe that. So we sort of stick together. And I work with them as a kind of network to learn stuff. So you may not have been seen by me, but if you're seen by one of them, it's almost the same."

"Ah. Now I DO see. Thanks."

"But wait! You have to PROMISE not to tell anyone about that, okay? If they knew I told you that, they'd probably kill me. In fact, I've probably said too much. In fact, I KNOW I have. Damn." Christine looked around furtively, as if someone could be listening.

Alan had to suppress a laugh. I know she means the "probably kill me" metaphorically, but this is still so funny. It's like we're Cold War spies or something. It's only some minor school stuff, but we make it out to be so life and death. Then he recalled being punched in the face, not to mention being pushed down the stairs, and he amended his thoughts. Okay, so it's not totally minor. I need to pay a LOT more attention to what's going on.

"Christine, thanks a ton for telling me that much, and I promise I won't tell a soul. I can see why you were so careful about secrecy with this meeting. If I tell someone, say, what you told me, that Jake isn't really in line with the other football players, that might get around and then Jake might realize, 'Hey, I told that to that goody goody Serena. She must be the source of this rumor.' And then Serena will get in trouble, and maybe you'll get in trouble from her."

"Exactly. I knew you'd understand." Christine sighed with relief. She felt between a rock and a hard place, because there were some things she'd learned about Alan that she felt obliged to tell him, but by doing so she could be betraying the trust of her "goody goody" friends. If he could understand her difficult position, that could help.

"Wow," Alan said out loud as he mulled this all over. "So I've told you some secrets I shouldn't have and you've done the same to me. It makes me feel closer to you, like our friendship is getting deeper."

Christine was all smiles. "That's how I feel too."

For most of the rest of dinner, Alan and Christine discussed strategy on how to defeat the football players once and for all. Most everything they discussed was based on information from Christine's gossip network. Alan was very impressed with Christine's knowledge, and the efforts she had gone to and made her friends go through, to gain information that would help him out.

CHAPTER 3

As they waited for their check, their conversation began to wind down.

Alan said, "Christine, I must say... I can't thank you enough. It's like I've had a secret guardian angel these last couple of months. I mean, I can't even begin to think how much worse off I'd be if you weren't out there squelching rumors, sticking up for me, and who knows what else you're doing to help that you're still holding back from telling me about."

She gave a knowing, secretive smile. "I can't tell you everything all at once, can I? Having a few secrets lends me an air of mystery."

"Yeah, we all have our secrets, I guess. But seriously, I owe you big time. How could I ever repay you?"

Christine had been thinking of one way how Alan could repay her for quite some time, and it involved them being naked in bed together. To be honest, that was a big incentive for her continued secret assistance. But she'd tried to bring up the option of them sharing some casual intimacy earlier in the meal and had lost her nerve at the last second as she usually did when this came up with Alan. She gathered up her great willpower and resolved to go through with it this time.

She blushed immediately, and tried to bring it up indirectly first, figuring she might have more success following through with that. "Well, you know how you and Amy have a special relationship..."

"Yeah?" Alan could already guess where this was going.

"I certainly wouldn't want to intrude upon that in any way. I'd never want to take her, uh... But, um, she's so understanding..." Suddenly, she blurted out, "Did you know that I'm still a virgin?" She immediately felt horrified that she'd said that. She looked like she was ready to crawl under the table in abject shame.

Alan had assumed that already, but he couldn't help but ask, "Christine, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. But I am curious, how is it, in this day and age, that a gorgeous and all around amazing girl like you could still be a virgin. I mean, no offense."

"None taken." She honestly replied, "Well, partly, I've been saving myself for that one special guy. But also, I never even go out on dates. Did you know that the only dates I've ever been on have been these non-romantic ones with you?"

"What?! You've got to be kidding! At the time I asked you out I was so socially oblivious, but now I realize there must be dozens of guys with serious crushes on you. Now that I'm more clued in to romance, I've noticed so many guys get all moony whenever you walk down the halls that it's almost comical."

"Yeah, but I don't care about them. None of them are like you."

Alan was floored. He thought, My God, she wants me. I should have said something earlier, I promised myself I would, but I've let things slide. I can see she's working up to something. I need to put my foot down now.

He said, "Christine, we're in a real bind. I'm attracted to you and I think that you're attracted to me. But as I told you on our last date, we can't ever cross that line because it wouldn't be fair to Amy. As I said, she sees you as a threat to her relationship with me."

Christine was stunned to hear Alan say it as flatly as that. But she gathered herself together and replied, "Well, that is true. But I talked to Amy last week and kind of probed her feelings about this kind of thing. She didn't want me to be another official girlfriend of yours, and besides that would probably never work. People at school would find that too strange. But she said that if you and I just wanted to fool around from time to time, she wouldn't have a problem with that."

Now it was Alan's turn to be stunned. Shit! That completely undercuts my main argument! Curse Amy for being so completely cool and easy going! What am I going to say now?! I can't give her my real reasons: "Hey Christine, I can't have sex with you just once because I know if I do it'll be so good that I'll want to do it again and again. And then before you know it, with you that close in my life you'll find out all about my incestuous affairs. You'll discover I actually have FOUR girlfriends, and one is my mother and another is my sister! And then the whole thing will come crashing down because everyone knows that when you don't like something you don't just sit around, you DO something about it. And not only that, but I'm so fucked out as it is that I just can't give your undoubtedly wondrously tight and sweet pussy the regular fucking it undoubtedly so richly wants, needs, and deserves." No, I don't think I could exactly say that. So what DO I say? Shit!

Mostly to buy time, Alan asked, "But aren't you completely morally opposed to that kind of arrangement. I thought you told Amy how grossly unfair and outrageous our arrangement is."

Christine sighed. "Boy, you aren't making this easy for me, are you? Yes, that's all true. I don't think it's right that you can sleep around and she can't. However... Alan, I have to be completely honest and lay all my cards on the table now that this has finally come into the open. I'm a virgin. You know that already. It pains me so much to be one, now that my eyes have finally been opened to what I'm missing. I know I'm not an easy person to get along with at times, for a whole variety of reasons. I scare people away, to tell the truth. What I need is someone to patiently gently guide me into sexual knowledge and intimacy and make me a real and complete woman. The problem is, I know it's not going to happen any time soon unless that someone is you. Hell, I don't want it to be anyone but you. I have such feelings for you, and well, uh..." She couldn't say more. It was painful enough for her to say that much.

Alan was torn. He took her hands in his while he thought. Finally, it was incredibly difficult to do, but he said, "That sounds wonderful. I'd love to be that guide so much. But I'm not the right person for you."

Alan sighed heavily, while continuing to hold her hands. "Christine? You know what I confessed earlier about being involved with all those girls? Think about it. I'm spread really thin. I'm into all kinds of sordid stuff. Orgies, for instance. You might even say I have a harem of sorts. I'm in really deep, in a very sexual world."

Christine frowned. She wanted to be deflowered, but things like orgies and harems were a completely different matter. In reality, she didn't want to have anything to do with crazy stuff like that, no matter what she might fantasize about.

"Trust me, Christine. You don't want to get involved. I know you. Or at least, I'd like to think I do. I've admired you for a long time now, and I picture you as the epitome of purity and goodness. You're a one man kind of girl. You're a dreamer. You're quite extraordinary. You need and deserve a man who can live up to your dreams. I'm not that kind of man. I know that now. Back when I asked you out, you didn't desire me then. You still don't, not in the right way. You're just attracted because of this new 'hot stuff' reputation I have. You don't need a scoundrel like me who can't keep his penis in his pants for five minutes. You need a man who's as good and pure as you are. You need a better man than me to love you for your first time."

"You're wrong, Alan! I DID desire you then. It's just that, I was too shy to act on my feelings."

She didn't want to say the complete truth, which was that more than just her shyness held her back. Even though there were many boys with crushes on her, she felt Alan was very special in his own way, and rose above all the others in her eyes. But at the time, she was very high on the school social ladder (despite her goody goody reputation), and Alan was way below her with a geeky reputation. Her social ranking would have taken a big hit if she went out with him. Now, remarkably, Alan was the most desirable catch of all. She didn't want Alan to know the petty reasons that may have made the difference between her saying no to him and saying yes to him back then.

Alan pressed, "Let's forget what happened back then. That's ancient history now because I've changed so much since then. You have NO IDEA just what a wild sex life I have nowadays. If you did, you'd run screaming from me as fast as your feet could carry you. To give you one example, do you think you could stomach being in an orgy with Heather? Can you imagine sharing a blowjob with her?"

Christine blanched at that. Indeed, that was very difficult for her to stomach. But there was a part of her, a naughty and sexually curious part, that actually found the idea appealing. Her mind flashed back to her earlier fantasy when Amy had told her, "Now, why don't you help Heather and me with a blow job. Alan likes a lot of tongues," and she'd gone ahead to take part in a three way blowjob with Amy and Heather.

She found herself rubbing her thighs together with excitement. She was glad the table blocked Alan from seeing what she was doing. She was particularly aroused by the idea of Alan forcing her to take part in sexual acts with others like Heather.

However, on the surface she remained calm and ignored his comments about his wild sex life. Instead, she said, "I made a mistake, and I really, really regret it. Since Amy doesn't mind-"

Alan butted in. "Look, let me tell you something about me that I'm just learning myself. There are guys who are happy to just have one night stands. They like to fuck and run, pardon my blunt language. Admittedly, there are a couple of girls I've done that with, girls who didn't impress me that much. But the problem is, I've discovered that sex is a remarkable bonding mechanism. Most of the time, when I have sex with someone I find myself becoming emotionally involved with them. I want to have sex with them more and more and that just increases the strength of the emotional bond even more."

"And that's a bad thing?" Christine exclaimed. "It sounds wonderful to me."

"Yes it is bad. Very bad. Because I know there's no way that you and I could have sex just once. I'd enjoy it too much and you'd enjoy it too much. And then we'd want to do it again. And again. And again. But the really big problem is that you're so all around wonderful. So smart, so talented, so beautiful. Once I start down that path, you're gonna become a big part of my life."

She butted in, "What if I was really bad in bed? I promise to be bad. Let me be bad and completely uninteresting to talk to so we can have a mindless one night stand."

Alan just rolled his eyes. "Nice try Christine, but you know that's not possible. You are who you are. I could see myself becoming extremely attracted to and involved with you. And that's not fair to Amy. And it's not just Amy either. I'm way overextended. If you were to get involved with me, in that way, you'd just be one of many, and there would be others I'm going to be much closer to, which wouldn't be fair to you either."

He went on, "You deserve more than that. Much more. You're destined for great things, I know it. It would pain me not to be with you every day and I'd feel like I'm stealing time from Amy when I was with you and so on. And the closer we got, the more you would hurt too because I couldn't do the things boyfriends should do. Believe you me, my body screams yes but my rational mind says no. I can't just follow my lusts, regardless of the consequences. I'm practically failing out of school as it is!"

"But-"

"Christine, you need someone special, who can devote his entire heart and soul to just you. Isn't that what you've always wanted? Isn't that why you're still a virgin, because you've been saving yourself for that one special one?"

"Yes, but... Alan! I'm really surprised. And hurt. But you have a point. I'll think about what you've said. I do want just one man." Her thoughts again returned to her fantasy of waiting to be assigned a fuck time in Alan's busy schedule, and gave thanks that he couldn't read such thoughts. However, Alan's words calmed her down enough for her to stop rubbing her thighs together like she was trying to rub kindling to start a fire.

Suddenly, she looked at him with alarm. "I hope you don't think I've been helping you out all this time because I was expecting..." She blushed still more. Then she waved her hands in the air in frantic no gestures. "It's not like that at all! I just saw you as a kind of a babe in the woods when it comes to school politics. And you are a friend, even though things have been a bit weird and sexually charged between us lately."

"That's my fault, Christine. That's because my one-way crush got in the way of what should have been just a normal friendship. But now, I really crave just being good friends with you. I need a female friend who's just a friend. You know what I mean? I really like you, and that's why I think you deserve so much more than what I can give you. Had you said yes two months ago, that would be different. But so much has changed since then."

"I understand," Christine said rather glumly. There was much more she wanted to say, but she couldn't. She wanted to say, "Alan, I love you. I don't care if you only see me once a week, it would be so much better than never. Can't you see I'm so lonely and hungry for love? I'll be one of your helpers or whatever you want from me. Just love me!" But she realized that he'd made up his mind and she needed to leave with some pride intact.

She also wanted to say, "You may feel that you want to be just friends now, but don't close the door. Maybe you'll feel different in two months. Look how much things changed in the last two months. Or longer. I can wait!"

But she didn't say that either. The truth was, she was deeply in love with Alan now, but she couldn't tell him those things in the face of his rejection. She realized that he was right in the sense that the very depth of their feelings for each other meant there was no way they could have sex just one time or a couple of times like two jaded and uncaring strangers. It was bound to lead to more.

Still, like people in love do, she held out hope in her own heart that he'd change his mind, despite everything he'd said, or that the situation would change. She wanted to help him with his school problems even more than before, to show him just how much she cared for him. She resolved to stay as close to him as she could so she'd be ready to act when the moment was right.

With that in mind, she said, "Okay. I'll think about that. I'm not saying I'm just gonna totally give up on the idea, because I can't. The heart has a certain momentum and right now all I can think about is you. But despite all these feelings hanging in the air, can we please keep having these dates? Non-romantic or not, I've enjoyed them so much. I've loved dressing up and being treated like a lady. And the flirting practice and everything too. Please tell me we don't have to stop."

Against his better judgment, Alan said, "Sure, I'd love that. Over time, with these dates, we'll both get used to the idea that things really do have to remain platonic."

However, even as he said that, he knew it wasn't true. If past dates were anything to judge by, the odds were such encounters would only enflame their lusts. On a subconscious level, he hoped that something would happen on one of these dates that would cause them to cross over the line into physical intimacy. For instance, they could both get drunk and then there would be no telling what might happen. Like Christine, he wanted to find a way to get things started without having to take responsibility for his actions. That way he wouldn't have to feel bad for not living up to his own moral standards, let alone hers.

Christine was simply too desirable. Deep down, he knew that he just had to have her someway, somehow. If only he could be assured that she wouldn't destroy his entire sexual situation if she found out about his incest, he would have thrown caution to the winds and figured out ways to overcome or at least manage all the other problems between them. But he knew her well and knew her strict moral code and dogged determination. He was certain there was no way she'd say, "Sure, have sex with Katherine and Susan. Just make sure to save some of that big cock for me." He was afraid to even mention the idea of incest for fear of tipping her off.

The dinner continued for a while with both of them feeling and acting awkward. Christine tried her best to smile, but it looked forced.

Alan felt conflicted, but kept reminding himself that what he did was the right thing to do.

He thought, It's insane. I have four women I'm completely in love with and committed to, and that's not even counting Brenda or Glory. And God knows what the situation is with Heather. Or Simone! I could really get into her. I've promised myself that I have to cut down to just the ones I love the very most and I HAVE to do it! There's only one of me and only 24 hours in the day.

I can sense trouble brewing with them, like the way Susan practically raped me a couple of hours ago, she was so needy. I just can't spread myself any thinner, no matter how kind, beautiful, and frankly, big-busted Christine is. And what about jealousy? Katherine in particular gets really steamed about Christine. Not only would that cause a new outburst of jealousy- ooh. Katherine. She'd be heartbroken. I'd just be asking for trouble.

CHAPTER 4

Alan brought the conversation back to the football player topic, and that put both of them at ease. At least, they were at ease for a while until Alan happened to mention Heather again. In the course of discussing how he was trying a "divide and conquer" strategy to deal with the football team, he said, "By the way, I should point out that Heather and her minions have been a really big help in this. It's been tough getting her to do it, but now she's doing all she can to split the players apart."

Suddenly Christine's face grew livid. "Heather? Heather?! You've got to be kidding me! Heather only looks after one person: herself! You should hear what I've been hearing about what she's saying! I didn't want to say anything too unkind when you mentioned her name earlier, but now that you bring it up, you should know that she's the one spreading all the worst rumors about you!"

Alan waved her concerns aside with a dismissive hand gesture. "It may seem that way, I'll concede that. But really, she's just being very clever about it. You should consider her an ally in this. I do." He knew that Heather was good at doing something underhanded while leaving the impression that she'd done the exact opposite. She was wily and great at covering her tracks.

Christine stood up and stared at Alan as if he'd just sprouted a second head. "An ally?! An ALLY?! Heather?! I'd rather stab my own mother to death with a dull knife than have anything to do with that ... bitch! You may think she's on your side, but the one she's snookering is YOU! She's pure evil! Don't let her beguile you with her womanly charms! You can't trust her!"

There was a lot that Alan could have said or thought about Christine's passionate words. He knew it all had merit, including the part about being beguiled by her womanly charms. But in fact, he'd barely registered what Christine had said because all he could think about was her appearance. She was sexy enough sitting down, but with her standing up and her hard nipples sticking out, he was completely blown away.

Christine is so fucking sexy! Dang! God DAMN, she looks tasty! I can't believe that Christine, of all people, is wearing something so revealing in public, just for me! And the way she's so angry right now just arouses me even more. I can't even begin to imagine how passionate and intense she could be in bed. What a sexual tigress! AND she's still a virgin. Hot damn. How could I possibly turn her down?! It's all I can do not to just jump up and run my hands all over her tight and incredibly fit body. That deep dark red fabric contrasted by her blonde hair and her fair skin - I could stare at her forever.

Maybe I should rethink my whole position here. I'd be a fool not to fuck her. Maybe tonight! I could! I mean, she's practically begging me for it! I could teach her to suck my cock, let her learn to love the feeling of my hardness sliding between her lips, the taste of my cum on her tongue and in her teeth. Man, I just know that she would be so good at it. She's always the best at everything. I could help her learn to titfuck, and with those magnificent breasts of hers, she'd be a natural at it. And then after painting her face and chest in my cum, we could 69 and while she tries to suck me off again I could taste, tease, tempt and torment her unfucked virgin pussy. Well, I could for a while, but it would be all so good that I'd lose all control. I'd throw her back on the bed, climb on top, mount her, and sink my throbbing pole into the incredible tightness of her cunt. Oh yeah, she needs to be mounted! Fuuuuuck!

Alan's penis was so hard that it felt as if he could break the dining table with it. He forced himself to count to ten slowly and calm down a bit.

As he did, he regained some self-control. No. ... No. I have to be strong! For my family. For them. I can't waver just because Christine wore a great outfit tonight and is generally so painfully temptingly fuckable and willing that I want to cry. I can't forget how horribly overextended I am. ... Although, it's such a turn on to know how much she must really want me. I don't think anyone at school would believe it if they saw her like this. I used to think she was so far out of my class, so impossibly high above me. Wow!

There was such a long pause while Alan was staring with wanton lust that finally Christine barked at him, "Alan, are you listening to me?" Her eyes flashed dangerously with righteous anger.

He quickly recovered and forced himself to look at her face instead of undressing and eating up her body with his eyes. "Um, yeah. It's just that your passionate feelings about Heather stunned me. I'm blown away, actually."

He looked around briefly, and noticed that just about everyone in the restaurant was staring at Christine. He suspected it had less to do with her outburst and more to do with her scrumptious outfit.

Suddenly, Christine saw all the attention and hastily returned to her seat. There were a few muttered sighs of disappointment from people nearby. Slouching down in embarrassment, she said in a quiet but nonetheless very insistent voice, "Well? What are you going to do about it?"

Alan's passions unexpectedly surged again as he thought, What am I going to do? I'm going to fuck your brains out, that's what! First I'm going to break your hymen and fuck your cute pussy, which I could practically see through your outfit. Serious camel toe you've got there, girl. Damn! Then I'm going to fuck those mammoth tit melons. Then, I'm going to fuck your dainty mouth. I'm not talking about a blowjob, I mean I'm going to fuck your face! Then I going to take your ass and fill it with hard cock until you cry for joy! In fact, I'm going to take you and break you and turn the school's perfect golden girl into my personal bitch! One of my bitches anyways, heh-heh-heh! I'll order you to move in with the rest of us and then keep you naked and locked in chains! Ready to serve your master! Hah! Worship my cock! Worship it! Yes!

Had Alan not been in the middle of a restaurant, he might have physically taken her right then and there. As it was, he somehow slowly managed to settle down. He even had to wipe the sweat from his brow, he was so overcome with lust.

As his lusty surge passed, he thought, What's wrong with me? See? This is the problem. I can't control the bad Alan. Christine is special. She deserves better than someone like me. Much better. As tough as it is, I have to let her go. I can't really explain to her all the reasons why, but it's for her own good. I'm like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I'm bad!

After another long pause, he eventually managed to remember her question about Heather and replied a bit lamely, "I'm, uh, well, it's tricky."

He stalled for time while his raging libido continued to subside. He managed to focus on the conversation a bit more by looking away from her. "Look. I know I'm playing with fire with Heather. And no, I don't trust her. Not at all. It's like dealing with the devil. I hate to get graphic, but I have to lay it on the line here. She's really, really sexually attracted to me, and, well, for reasons that I don't exactly understand myself, we have a special and completely sexual bond. She may rebel a little bit here and there, but ultimately she's not going to piss me off and risk her sexual connection with me. So that's one reason why I sleep with her sometimes, to get her help. But I'm not just being selfish. You may laugh at this, but I actually think there's a good person trapped inside that bitchy exterior, and I think I can ultimately be a good influence on her."

Christine chortled with derision. "You got that right about me laughing. Look, Alan, I enjoy helping you with your school problems. I want to see justice done and the bullies punished. But don't ask me to cooperate with that, that... THAT WOMAN, in any way." She spit out the words "that woman" with powerful malice. "As far as I'm concerned, she's part of the problem. She IS conspiring against you. It's just an intuition at this point, but I'm absolutely sure of it. And I'm going to get the evidence to prove it to you. She needs to control everyone around her, including you."

Alan was conciliatory. "Okay. You may be right. See what you can come up with." He figured that it wouldn't hurt to have Christine keep an eye on Heather and keep her honest.

Things calmed down after that, and they continued to discuss problems at school as the bill for the meal arrived. Alan again insisted on paying for the whole thing. He was very grateful that Christine seemed oblivious about his "bad Alan" moment of weakness.

They stood in front of the restaurant talking for a good ten minutes about some plans and schemes to put in motion before they finally split up and headed to separate cars. They shared only a brief and rather stilted hug and kiss on the cheek before parting.

They also made plans to go on a fifth date on Saturday night, during the middle of their Thanksgiving vacation.

Alan noted that Christine wore a heavy overcoat as she left. It would have been fairly scandalous and dangerous to be seen outside in the outfit she'd shown in the restaurant.

As Alan walked away, he thought, I must be a complete idiot. Turning that down? Wow. What a piece of work she is, purely physically, not to mention how smart she is. But there's a battle going on inside of me and the bad Alan wins far too often. If I don't show some self-control, if I don't put up some limits, things'll get crazier and crazier until it all flies apart and I lose everything. I am NOT going to let that happen!

Why is it there are so many incredible women who have all crossed my path at the same time? What are the odds? Meanwhile, somewhere else in the world there are who knows how many guys just like me alone tonight without even one girl of Christine's quality in their life. Life is just so fucking unfair. It's beyond absurd that I could reach a point of sexual satiation where I actually have to turn down the likes of this woman!

CHAPTER 5

Alan came home from his dinner in an unhappy mood. He thought, I know I did the right thing with Christine tonight. Still, I can't shake the feeling that my words were at least partly influenced by spitefulness. Am I getting her back for her turning me down? I hope that isn't true, because if it is, it means what I considered a mature, responsible and selfless decision was actually quite petty. I do have to admit I got some satisfaction that the tables were turned this time and I wasn't the one practically begging for a date. But I don't think that was all of it, or even much of it. I hope not.

As soon as Alan walked in the front door of his own house, he heard a loud whistle. He looked up and around and saw Amy standing directly in front of him, about fifteen feet away at the foot of the stairs, blowing on a whistle.

She was ostensibly dressed as a policewoman (the same outfit she'd tried on at the sex shop earlier), but it was a bit difficult to tell at first glance, since the only things she wore were a police hat, a gun belt, and black high heels. The gun in the holster on the belt was obviously a water pistol, but the handcuffs looked to be plenty real. One look at Amy's big wobbling tits and clean shaven pussy, and Alan felt his penis growing hard immediately.

"Hold it right there, mister!" Amy said in a mock-angry voice. Even when she tried to sound angry, she was still bubbling over with joy and enthusiasm. "You're under arrest for being too sexy and too well-hung!" She twirled a pair of handcuffs around her fingers.

Alan was overjoyed. After a couple of hours of blue balls staring at Christine's wobbly breasts and heartbreakingly beautiful face, he needed some quick relief. He held his hands up in the air, as if he was caught. "Sorry, officer. I didn't know those were crimes."

Amy walked forward. "Technically they're not. However, in this house, keeping your sister-splitter all covered up and full of cum is an extremely serious offense. And you're in clear violation of the Cum Too Yummy to Be Believed Act of 1927. I'm afraid I'm going to have to conduct a full cavity search. And we're going to be forced to release the police cat on you."

Alan grinned, guessing what would come next. "Don't you mean the police dog?"

Amy grinned even more, as she reached Alan and began unbuttoning his dress slacks. "Nope. Definitely a cat. She's really good at sniffing out hard-ons." She whistled, but this time just by putting a finger to her lips.

Katherine came bounding into the room. At first, she loped through the room, but as she got near to Alan and Amy, she got down on all fours. She'd been listening to them from the living room, but she hadn't anticipated that Amy would call her in to join in the fun (she'd wanted to make her appearance as a fully decked out "Kat the cat" on her own at another time, something she still planned to do). As a result, she wasn't dressed in any of her newly purchased cat gear. In fact, she wasn't dressed in anything at all.

But she made the best of it. She sat up with her hands held out in front of her as if they were paws and she was begging for food or attention. She meowed then briefly rubbed her face against one of Alan's legs.

Amy quickly yanked down Alan's slacks and boxers.

(He hardly wore boxers anymore, but he'd thought wearing them might help control his penis during dinner with Christine.)

Just as Alan's penis bounced free, Katherine reached his groin and began licking his shaft. While her tongue got to work, her hands pawed it like a cat playing with a scratch toy.

Alan looked down, still grinning widely, and asked Amy, "What's the police cat doing, exactly?"

"Oh, that? She's uh, checking for contraband. And terrorists."

Alan snorted with laughter. "Terrorists, huh?"

"Yeah, you never know where they might be hiding."

"So they might be hidden in your cleavage, then," Alan suggested as he reached forward and began groping Amy's tits.

Amy giggled. "Yep. Thanks for checking. Make sure to do a real thorough job." She said to Katherine, "Be sure to check his balls most thoroughly."

Katherine meowed and grabbed her brother's balls with both hands. She lightly tugged on them and scratched her nails across them in a surprisingly pleasurable way. All the while, she kept a tight liplock on his erection.

Amy smiled to see that, then she turned back to Alan. Her voice changed back to the mock-serious and angry one. "But hold on, mister. You're still in a heap of trouble. Isn't that true, police cat?"

Katherine looked up briefly, and meowed in affirmation while never taking the dick out of her mouth. Then she went from light sucking to something close to deep throating.

Alan groaned as a surprisingly strong wave of pleasure washed over him. Dang! My sisters are just too much fun. I love them all up. And there's something about Kat acting like a cat that's even more arousing than usual. It's like, all that talk of hers of being a fuck toy and a fuck pet somehow becomes more real. She pleases me with pure animal instinct.

Amy, meanwhile, was busy unbuttoning his dress shirt. "So, mister, don't think you can distract me by waving that big stiff tree trunk around. Are you trying to bribe a police officer with thick and delicious cock?"

"Yes, I am," Alan said with mock guilt as he fingered Amy's pussy lips.

"Well, then. This is an open and shut case. I'm ready to pronounce you guilty of bribery AND of being an excellent fuck. You clearly have far too much cum in your dick and balls, and far too little inside and on your fuck-hungry sisters. " She giggled again. She finished unbuttoning his shirt as she said this, and tossed it aside. Then she got down on her knees next to Katherine.

Katherine pulled back to just sucking and licking the tip of her brother's penis, giving Amy a chance to lick on the rest.

Amy eagerly took advantage of that opportunity. But after a few licks, she looked up at Alan's face and said, "Since you're such a big, cum-filled criminal, I'm worried you may be carrying a loaded weapon somewhere. I'd better check you more thoroughly." She smirked as she reached behind him and stuck a finger deep into his asshole. She began wiggling it around. "Hmm. No loaded weapon in here. I don't feel any terrorists in there, either. What do you think, police cat?"

Katherine was supposed to just reply with meows, but she couldn't keep herself from talking. "Mmmm. I think I've definitely discovered a big weapon. And it's extremely loaded. It could go off at any moment!"

Alan strained to control his urge to cum with his PC muscle. He mumbled, "You got that right!"

Amy crawled around to Alan's backside, leaving his pulsing erection all to Katherine. Amy quickly buried her face in Alan's ass crack, tonguing everything she could reach. She even made her tongue into a spike and tongue-fucked his asshole.

Her hands also reached around and kept busy fondling his balls or his penis, depending on what Katherine left available at any given moment.

After a while, Katherine sat up higher on her heels and began sliding her brother's prick through her cleavage. She made sure to flick her tongue at Alan's penis each time it got within range of her mouth. She looked up at him, winked, and said, "I think you'd better check my pussy to see if there are any terrorists in there. Do you have, I dunno, some kind of tool or appendage that could probe all the way to my deepest depths, just to be sure?"

Alan simply groaned at all this wonderful stimulation. Katherine's tits especially felt delightfully soft and slippery, but the way Amy was repeatedly trying to get her entire tongue inside his asshole was not to be ignored, either.

Just then, Susan walked into view. She was dressed in a sexy, see-through negligee (also newly purchased). "Okay, enough fun and games, you two. Leave him alone."

However, the two sisters didn't stop immediately. They were having too good of a time. Four hands, two mouths, and Katherine's two tits were very busy all over Alan's privates, while Alan's hands were freely exploring the upper bodies of both of his sisters.

Alan's eyes bugged out at the sight of his mother. He wasn't so much blown away by how alluring she looked (though that was part of it), but rather, the combination of seeing her dressed like that while both of his sisters were giving him so much pleasure nearly pushed him over the edge. He could feel a climax coming on, even as he strained with all his might to prevent it.

He closed his eyes to concentrate, and heard Susan said, "Come on, you two! I hate to be a nag, but I mean it. Alan and I are very busy on this TUESDAY evening." She made a point in emphasizing "Tuesday," as if saying that her generosity in sharing Alan on her special day had reached its limit. "Amy, do you want to leave him too drained to enjoy the main event?"

That last point got Amy to reluctantly disengage.

Katherine, however, was redoubling her efforts to guzzle a big load down her throat. She was in seventh heaven and had no will to stop until she got that load and a great climax of her own in the process.

Alan rather forcibly pushed her head away, but she resisted, and reverted from a titfuck back to a blowjob, figuring that would be harder for him to stop.

Katherine thought, What's wrong with me? Where's my self-control? I feel just like Mom; I absolutely live for this cock!

Alan was beside himself with frustration. He didn't want to cum so quickly after arriving home, but things were just too exciting. It was like the three women in the room existed just to get him to cum, and they were succeeding far too well at that. Not to mention, he was still all worked up from his date with Christine. In mere seconds he was bound to lose all control, and that would upset Susan.

But then he had a brainstorm. He shouted, "Kat! Heel!"

It took a precious few seconds for that to register with Katherine, but it did. She immediately obeyed. She popped his penis out of her mouth, and struck a submissive pose at his feet. As much as she was loving the cocksucking, obeying that order also held tremendous appeal.

Unfortunately for Alan's overtaxed penis, her very obedience only further turned him on. God DAMN! She's acting just like a real pet! My fuck pet! Dammit! Too sexy! He could feel an orgasm washing over him for sure. Yet, somehow, although he felt a great surge of pleasure, no cum came shooting out of the tip of his dick. He realized with some relief that, inadvertently, he'd had another non-ejaculatory orgasm. He mused that once one did it a few times, apparently it became easier to do and could even happen by accident.

Katherine was impressed. "Mom, did you see that? I could feel his cock throbbing and rumbling, bursting with sperm. I thought for sure he was going to coat me with his hot seed, but look! He's still good to go. Is that amazing control, or what? How can we not all worship this sister-splitting pussy pleaser?"

Susan silently nodded in agreement at that sentiment. It was all she could do not to fall to her knees and scream, "Son! Fuck your mommy now!" But outwardly, she maintained her cool. She did note, "Angel, that just shows what a special young man he is. If he can pull back after getting that close, that means we're just going to have to redouble all our efforts to squeeze his tasty sperm out of that wondrous mommy-splitter."

Katherine corrected her, "Sister-splitter."

Susan corrected back, "Mommy-splitter."

Amy spoke up to prevent an argument. Although her police cap had fallen off a few minutes earlier, she still maintained her policewoman persona. She said to Alan, "Mister, I have bad news for you. It looks like you're still guilty of possessing a fully loaded cock. We're going to have to imprison you in the living room."

Alan, still panting, regained his breath enough to ask, "Oh yeah? How long?"

"Hmm. We may have to sentence you to a least an hour of watching some hot mother on daughter lesbian sex. I'm sorry big boy, but that's the law."

Alan grinned yet again as he said, "Is there any way I can get off?"

Susan walked closer to him and spoke before Amy could. "You bet. I'm further sentencing you to continuous handjobs and blowjobs as you watch, courtesy of your big-titted mommy. She was very clear in insisting on handling that job. I'll make damn well sure that you get off. I hope to get you off, several times in fact." She winked, delighted at the double meaning.

She held onto his erection and began stroking. Then she licked her way up his neck and all over his ear. She leaned into that ear and whispered in a very husky and sexy tone, "That's what big-titted mommies do. They suck and fuck their naughty sons. Mommy's pussy belongs to you and you alone."

Alan thought, Dang! With a family like this, not even Christine seems appealing. And Suzanne is still hiding around here somewhere! I've definitely made the right decision. I have to spend every moment I can with my family four. They're the absolute best.

He said to all three, "All I can say is, that's some welcome home greeting. If I can look forward to big welcomes like that, I need to eat out more often."

All three women immediately replied with some concern, "No!"

Then the four of them burst into laughter at the females' identical responses.

CHAPTER 6

Alan passed from the front entrance into the living room.

Susan headed back to the kitchen before him, and Amy and Katherine followed in his wake.

He looked across the room and saw Suzanne stretched out in a casual yet seductive pose. She wore an open robe and held a glass of wine in her hand. She looked like a classic seductress in every way.

Alan admired her for a few moments. He sniffed the air, and sensed that the whole room had an uncommonly strong pussy smell. Then he said, "Hey, Suzanne. How's it hanging?"

Suzanne gave a wry grin and she traced a finger along the rim of her glass. "I'd ask you the same, but I can see the answer well enough from here. It's hanging very nicely."

Because Alan hadn't ejaculated yet, his penis was still very aroused and erect. His stiffness lightly bobbed in front of him.

Alan chuckled, and queried Suzanne, "Mother, how come you didn't join us in the front?"

"I thought that if you got any more sexed up, it would probably kill you, and I don't want you to miss the big show. Plus, it was fun listening from a distance and guessing what was happening." She parted her legs as she said this.

With her legs deliberately spread, Alan was able to notice just how much the sexy redhead had enjoyed listening by the obvious glistening wetness of her crotch.

Suzanne's eyes darted to the center of the room after she finished talking, which caused Alan to look where she was looking.

He noticed an extremely big mattress in the middle of the living room. It was bigger than a mattress made for a king-sized bed. He didn't even know they made mattresses that big. Clearly, the room was fully prepared for the Amy and Suzanne lovemaking event to begin.

She noted, "Clearly, you can see we came prepared."

As Alan and Suzanne continued to talk for some moments about the mattress and where it came from, Amy and Katherine stood on either side of him and began to gently fondle and stroke his body, focusing mostly on his arms, buttocks, and chest (apparently, they thought his penis might need a bit of a rest).

That made Alan feel even more like a lord than before. But he tried to act casual about it, and said to Suzanne calmly, "Looks like you're ready to begin."

"Yeah," she replied, adjusting herself on the couch and striking a new sexy pose in the process. "We've been waiting for days, so I'm eager to get started at any time. That is, if your penis is up for it. Did you give Christine a good fucking? Do you need to rest Alan Junior for a while?"

"Nope," he replied. "It was a purely platonic dinner. We just talked."

Everyone, even Suzanne, seemed very surprised by that. Alan found himself confronted by four silent open-mouthed stares of disbelief.

Amy seemed particularly surprised. She reached around and grabbed his penis as if to check that it was still working, and that naturally and instantly turned into a handjob. Her other hand and Katherine's two hands continued to fondle him all over as if he was some kind of pampered sultan. "What? Brother? No fucking? You know I told her it's okay with me if you give her a good plowing sometimes. It seems like she really needs it."

"I know. And thanks for your generosity. But it didn't seem wise."

"Huh? Did she at least give you a blowjob under the table during dinner?"

"Nope. Like I told you, we just talked."

"Damn," Amy continued, as she fondled his shaft lovingly.

Alan was surprised to realize that Amy was actually disappointed nothing had happened between him and Christine.

Susan asked from where she stood out of sight in the kitchen with even more blatant disappointment, "So you sat and ate dinner for a whole hour without even a furtive handjob?"

"Yep." Alan had sudden visions of Christine kneeling under the table while he was talking, and that only got him more aroused than before.

"Not even a quick titfuck in the bathroom or something?" Susan pressed. "I know how much you're a tit man and how long you've been admiring her rack."

"No, already," he answered with growing irritation.

Still in the kitchen but easily in hearing distance, Susan said, "A pair of E-cupped tits like that absolutely need a big Alan cock plowing through them. I don't care if it was a Tuesday, those kinds of tits need to be taken care of with a good sperm paint job."

"Yeah, that's weird," Amy continued to muse. "I know she's totally got the hots for you, Brother, and she's totally Alan-worthy, so what's the problem? As long as she doesn't want to be your official girlfriend, everything's cool with me. I don't know her much, but she seems pretty neat as a person too, though she can be a bit scary sometimes."

Suzanne spoke up. "That all may be. But let's talk about that later. I'm getting pretty antsy over here. Susan, can you come in?"

Susan came in from the kitchen, bringing in some raisin and oatmeal cookies she'd been cooking up.

Amidst all this activity, no one paid much attention to Katherine. Had anyone looked at her closely, they might have been surprised to see that ever since the topic of Christine had come up, she was looking glum and disengaged. She even pulled away from Alan's side just a little.

Suzanne stood up and prepared to make another one of her little speeches. "Everyone, please. Let's get this show on the road. Everyone paying attention? Amy, stop stroking your brother a minute so you can hear me. ... Come on! At least slow down a little, please. ... No? Play with his balls instead then for a little while, can you do that? ... Okay, that's better. Now, where was I?"

Susan sat down on one of the couches arranged around the central bed, while Amy and Katherine remained on each side of Alan. They all paid close attention to Suzanne as she launched into the heart of her speech.

"Okay. We've all grown quite close to each other physically, these past two months. However, Amy and I have always held back from doing more than kissing and groping each other, due to the fact that she's my real biological daughter. But clearly, it's time for that final barrier to be crossed. I don't think anyone minds true incest in this family."

She looked around. There were no objections at all. In fact, it was well known that Susan fantasized about her two children being her real offspring so much that it had almost become fact in her mind.

Suzanne nodded with approval. "Good. Then there should be no barriers between any of us. Do you agree, Amy?"

Alan was stepping back and sitting on the couch just behind him, but even so, Amy kept both of her hands fondling his dick and balls without stopping. She ended up sitting next to him and was lightly blowing air onto his penis head. As a result, it took her a few moments to respond to Suzanne. "Uh, yeah. Sure. As a matter of fact, I love you so much I would have been totally into being with you years ago if you'd only asked. But I didn't want you to think I was some kind of weirdo."

"Hmm. Well, live and learn, my darling Honey Pie, although to be honest I wouldn't have been open to the idea back then. I was denying my feelings, just like Susan did. Let's make up for lost time. Can you come here?"

"M'kay. Just a sec, though. Let me give Alan a big huggy wuggy first." Amy hugged Alan with one arm over his back, while he put two arms around her. She made sure to keep a hand on his erection the whole time. She hugged and French kissed him for some long moments, but then slowly slipped down his chest and wound up with her mouth around his thick shaft again. For good measure, she began titfucking it while continuing to suck on the tip.

Alan squirmed in his seat and fought off the urge to climax. He didn't want to lose a load right before the main event. He squeezed his PC muscle tight and felt the urge to release his cum slowly pass.

Suzanne raised a chagrined eyebrow. "Okay, daughter. I think that's enough." She chuckled, "You're definitely pushing the definition of a hug."

"M'kay." Amy finally pulled her mouth away while the others laughed at Suzanne's comment. Amy muttered into Alan's ear as she stood up, "I just wanted to give Alan Junior a special hug, too."

But then she leaped across the room and quickly wound up standing next to Suzanne. Then, just as soon as it seemed she'd finally stand still, she turned and hugged and French kissed her natural mother too. In the process, she managed to get Suzanne's nightie most of the way off.

Suzanne disengaged so she could pull the nightie the rest of the way over her head. Then, standing buck naked next to her daughter, she said to everyone, "Now, in the recent past, this last Friday in fact, we all had a special ceremony and agreement binding all of us to Alan. I'm sure I don't need to remind anyone, but I'll say it anyway: the four of us pledged to belong to Alan and no other man, and to serve him sexually to the best of our abilities for the rest of our lives. We four are all his nymphos and harem girls now, and we're proud of it, aren't we? Is there anyone who regrets that pact we made?"

Suzanne waited for a while, but no one made any sound. In fact, the only sound in the deathly quiet room was a sticky slurpy sound coming from the vicinity of Alan. Everyone turned his way to look, and they discovered that Katherine had taken over from Amy and was surreptitiously suckling on her brother's erection.

Suzanne raised a disapproving eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. When that didn't get a reaction, she coughed impatiently.

Katherine mumbled, "Sorry," and reluctantly let go.

Susan meanwhile had fallen to her knees and was trying to angle for a spot next to Katherine so she could share in the cocksucking.

But Suzanne said to her, "Hold on, Susan. You too, Angel. I know we're all excited and Susan I'm well aware that it's your turn. However, his poor pecker does need a break every now and then, and now's a good time for it."

"Oh, poo," Susan pouted. "It's just that it's so tempting, bobbing in the air like that all covered with my daughters' saliva. My tits are telling me to suck. How can I resist him?"

Suzanne said, as if speaking to a child, "Just tell your tits to wait a little while. I'm trying to have a serious moment here. Now, let's see. Ah, yes. The pact. I like that pact very much. It's helped me come to terms with my new relationship with my favorite sexy son." She winked at Alan from across the room, and gave him a warm smile. "I'd like to make a similar pledge to Amy, to officially wipe out any last lingering distaste over committing real incest. Amy, will you take me not to be just your biological mother, but your sex partner and lover in every way, now and forever more?"

"I will," Amy said, in a surprisingly solemn voice. She understood the importance of ceremony. She'd carefully remembered every word, and said back, "Mother, Suzanne, will you take me not to be just your biological daughter, but your sex partner and lover in every way, now and forever more?"

"I will," Suzanne said. She gripped her daughter's hand tightly. Though the words were simple and straightforward, they carried a lot of meaning for Suzanne in particular. She appeared to be on the verge of tears.

Amy spontaneously added, "Mother, I love you so much. But this pledge doesn't lessen our love or commitment to Alan, right? Or our love to Susan and Katherine? 'Cos we're all family now."

Tears began to fall from Suzanne's eyes. "Right. I agree completely. We're all such a great, loving family. I love you so much, Amy. How could a mother be any happier and prouder with her daughter? You're such a kind girl. Love just pours out of you all the time. Total, unconditional love. You're too good for me." Her tears flowed faster. "Oh, gosh! I'm just getting all weepy here. Sorry."

She tried to wipe her eyes. She didn't like to cry, as she felt it a sign of weakness, and she quickly recovered. "Sorry about the waterworks there. Before I lose it all together, Amy, let's seal our love with another kiss."

They French kissed again, while Susan, Katherine, and Alan all clapped and cheered.

When the heartfelt kiss finally came to an end, Amy began feeling up her mother's body. "That was so nice, mother. I love you just so absolutely much! But rather than getting all talky, let's seal our love another way." She slowly pushed Suzanne back to the big bed.

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne lay back on the bed, waiting.

Amy lingered over her. She slowly brought her face and body down. As usual, there was a big smile on her face. As her face got within a few inches of Suzanne's, she said, "I love you, mother."

Suzanne finally lost control and burst into tears. She cursed, "Stop saying that, already! You're turning me into a blubbering idiot!"

Amy frowned. "Are you unhappy?"

"No way! These are tears of joy. I WAS unhappy, for so many years. All those affairs I had, they were so unsatisfying. The main thing that kept me going was the people I loved, especially everyone in this room right now. Oh, Amy! My sweet Honey Pie! Kiss me!"

They'd kissed each other many times in recent weeks, but this kiss on the lips felt like their very first. They started slow and tentatively, barely touching lips. Suzanne even kept her mouth too closed for Amy's tongue to enter it. But then, suddenly, she opened wide and their tongues plunged into each other. Something electric happened. Both of them felt shivers and sparks. It was as if the kiss was the only thing in the world.

The others again clapped and cheered. There wasn't a dry eye in the house.

Susan limited herself to giving Alan a handjob for the moment, because she didn't want to miss seeing anything.

Katherine sat further down the couch, alone. She felt a bit like the odd one out, but at least for the moment she was too caught up in watching to concentrate on that.

Suzanne and Amy kept kissing and fondling each other. The clapping had been a brief distraction, but in a minute or two, they got so into each other that they completely forgot the others were watching.

All at once, Suzanne pulled away. "Honey Pie, I love kissing you so much, but let's do something new. I've been holding back on going down on you, thinking that would cross some line that shouldn't be crossed. But let's do it now!"

"M'kay! Mother, I really wanna taste you too! Let's do each other." Now it was Amy's turn to fall to the bed and wait for Suzanne.

Suzanne towered over her daughter. She paused, thinking, This is my last chance to back off. Last chance. All reasonable and moral mothers would stop right here...

Amy looked up and simply said, "I'm soooo totally lucky I have you for a mom. You're the bestest."

Those heartfelt words only Amy could say broke Suzanne's last resistance. She eagerly dropped to the bed. The two of them quickly got into a sixty nine position and began licking away.

Suzanne, for some reason, was very emotionally affected by all of this. She kept thinking, My God! I'm really licking my daughter's pussy! My biological daughter! My tongue is on her smooth slit. How wild is that? It makes me feel so good that I feel like crying all over again. I thought I'd lose Amy when she turned eighteen and graduated, but instead it seems we're going to be lovers forever.

I never expected it would come to this when I started Alan's medical treatment scheme. Never! I just love her so much; I STILL can't believe this is happening!

Amy, meanwhile, was less blown away because such a thing seemed perfectly natural to her. Had she been asked, she would have explained that since she loved Suzanne so much and always found her attractive, she never quite understood why there had to be barriers to this kind of loving. But now those barriers were gone, she wanted to show her appreciation by making Suzanne feel as good and as happy as she was feeling. She licked and groped like her life depended on it.

Suzanne tried to give as well as she received, but she was too emotionally overcome to go after Amy's pussy the way Amy was going after hers. Amy had a finger on Suzanne's clit and kept pushing down or twisting it in unexpected ways. But mostly, she kept plunging her tongue in and out of Suzanne's pussy.

Mentally distracted, Suzanne decided to simply do to Amy exactly what Amy was doing to her. That was easy and didn't require much thought. It also allowed her long tongue to be put to good use. She eagerly plunged her tongue in and out of Amy's pussy as if it was a penis. Suzanne really got off on that idea, imagining that her tongue might be able to give Amy some of the pleasure they got when being fucked by Alan.

But Suzanne was feeling even more pleasure than Amy was. Amy knew that, far more than most women, her mother's sexual "weakness" was her pussy. She'd heard and seen Katherine and Susan entwined with Suzanne, but she'd thought they were going about it all wrong. They treated Suzanne like any other woman, shifting attention from one spot on her body to another.

But Amy just went after Suzanne's clit and pussy relentlessly. Occasionally one free hand would wander over Suzanne's hips and stomach, sometimes reaching up to her mountainous boobs, but that was the only diversion from her single minded purpose.

Before long, Suzanne thought, This is no good! Or I should say, it's far too good! Amy's driving me straight to heaven, but what am I doing for her? I so badly want to give her the best climax ever, but my hands, my body, everything feels like jelly. I'm totally helpless in the face of her pussy onslaught. I have to do better. What'll drive HER crazy? ... I know, her ass.

Suzanne immediately changed tactics. While she kept her long tongue snaking inside Amy's pussy lips, she reached around to Amy's backside with both hands and poked an index finger deep into Amy's asshole.

Amy's eyes opened wide and her mouth made a perfect oval as she shrieked, "Oooooh!"

Amy was on top, so the small audience could see her expression. It was such a comical and exaggerated look that everyone else burst into laughter.

But soon Amy's expression returned to a usual one of happy lustiness. She said, "Mother, you little devil, you! That feels so good. Don't stop!"

Suzanne stopped with her tongue fucking long enough to reply, "Don't worry! I'm gonna get you off if it kills me!" She was treating their lovemaking as a bit of a game at the moment, as something she was trying to win. But she felt that was okay. First, they were going to battle each other to deliver the best orgasms they could. Then, they could relax and be more loving.

That's exactly what happened. Amy continued to plow her tongue into Suzanne's pussy, alternating with fingers occasionally when her tongue needed a rest. Suzanne replied with a constant pussy and asshole attack. There was nothing subtle about what they were doing to each other, but it worked. Their fingers and tongues plunged in and out of holes so fast that their movements practically became a blur. It was the female equivalent of the hardest, deepest, and fastest fuck Alan could deliver.

The two of them exploded into orgasm. As the juices flowed out of their respective pussies, they kept at it, licking up all the tasty cum as quickly as it came out.

Finally, they had to crash with emotional and physical exhaustion.

As Suzanne lay underneath Amy, still catching her breath, she muttered, "Damn, that was intense. But I must be getting too old. I very nearly gave up early on. Honey Pie, you just completely overwhelmed me!"

"I did? Goody! But geez, you did pretty great, too. Can you do my ass with your tongue next? Could you? I've been looking forward to that so much."

"Certainly, my love." Suzanne rolled out from under Amy, mostly because she couldn't take all that weight on top of her for so long. "I've never been with another woman quite like that before. That was so fast, but still so good. But now I can't wait to take-"

Suzanne stopped in mid-sentence, because as she freed herself from Amy her eyes happened to wander over to where Alan and Susan were sitting. She'd completely forgotten they were there, so it was a bit of a shock to be reminded they were. But more arresting was the fact that Susan was on her knees in front of Alan but to the side, jacking him off vigorously with both hands. She was facing away from Alan so she could watch the lesbian coupling on the big bed, but that didn't mean she was slacking in her handjob in the slightest.

Alan had his head lolled back and his eyes closed as he strained with every muscle to prevent himself from cumming. His whole body twitched and his feet occasionally rose off the floor as he pushed his remarkable control cum-control to the absolute limit.

As the signs of an impending orgasm grew, Susan rearranged herself and began licking the hole where the cum was about to burst out of. She could hardly wait to drink it all up.

Suzanne found the sight absolutely mesmerizing. Between seeing Susan's big, naked tits swinging with every double fisted stroke, and seeing Alan's purple and angry penis twitch and throb, she was filled with the urge to leap off the bed and catch Alan's cum directly in her mouth as soon as the first rope came out.

But then she thought, No. Today is about Amy and me. Alan is just a spectator. I have all I want right here with my sweet Honey Pie. She turned her back on Alan and Susan, and lay on her side facing Amy. She lazily stroked her daughter's hair and smiled with great love at her somewhat sleepy and dazed looking daughter.

Then she heard Katherine say, "Damn, Big Driveshaft Brother, doesn't that thing ever give up its cum?"

Alan replied with a surprisingly calm but proud voice, "Nope, Big Sweater Meat Sis. Though maybe if you lent a hand ... or mouth..."

Susan responded to that with a possessive and feral, "Grrr." It was meant as a joke, especially because she used a very low and funny voice, but at the same time it wasn't.

Katherine kept her distance a good ways down the couch.

Curiosity got the best of Suzanne, and she looked back over her shoulder to Alan and Susan. Sure enough, Alan had somehow staved off a climax and was having one of his renowned strategic pauses.

That feat was made all the more remarkable because Susan hadn't given up her ministrations completely. The tips of the fingers on one of her hands lazily touched and tickled his penis, much as if she was imitating the light and breezy touch of a feather.

But apparently this hardly fazed Alan, because his face was serene when it had been extremely strained a minute or two before.

Suzanne turned back to Amy, thinking, Jesus Christ. What luck in picking him. I knew I loved him and wanted him, but I had no idea what I was getting into. None at all.

Her focus returned to Amy, who still seemed a bit wiped out from their earlier sixty-nine. And here's another one I had no idea about. I underestimated her nearly as much as everyone else, but she's making me so proud lately. She's really becoming a woman. In retrospect, I wanted to make love to her for years, but I never allowed myself to think that consciously because it seemed wrong, like molesting a minor. In fact, it WAS molesting a minor, but mentally she seemed so much younger than her age that it seemed doubly wrong. But now she's eighteen and in some ways the most mature out of all of us. ... Damn. I'm getting all misty eyed again! What the hell is wrong with me tonight?

Alan broke Suzanne's reverie with an idle comment directed at Susan. "Mom, what is it about girl on girl sex that's so fun to watch? I love it. God DAMN, that's an arousing show!"

But Susan was busy sucking him off now and was too intent on the meat in her mouth to answer. Though she'd cut his strategic pause short, she wanted to get some licking in while Amy and Suzanne were taking a rest so she wouldn't miss anything important over there.

So Alan asked Katherine, "What do you think, Sis? Would you rather watch two men having sex, or two women, or a man and a woman?"

Katherine thought, and replied, "I dunno. All of them sound pretty good to me, though I'm sure the first would gross you out. But I think two women, actually. No offense, but women just look so good."

"None taken. I completely agree. ... Hold on here, Mom is getting a bit carried away. ... Jesus! Slow down, Mom!"

"Mmmmokaaaay," Susan mumbled as her son's penis tickled her tonsils, but she didn't slow down much at all.

Suzanne was under the impression Susan had slowed, though. So she sat up in bed a bit, and said, "Hey, everybody. Since we're all capturing our breath here, I have an important announcement to make. I've made the decision that I want to divorce Eric sooner rather than later. I've been researching California divorce law, and even with a no fault, non-contested divorce, there's a six month waiting period after all the paperwork is done before the divorce can become final. So, if we start things now, it'll probably take until the end of the school year before I'm free and clear. I'm thinking I should start things now, but continue to live with the rest of the Pestridges until the school year ends. That way, my two children still have an unbroken home until they're ready to go on to college. What do you all think?"

Alan said in a rather strangled voice, since Susan was trying to bring him off with her tongue and lips, "Aunt Suzy? You'd, uh! You'd do that, ah! For me?"

"Of course, Sweetie!" Suzanne said brightly. But then she frowned and focused on Susan. "Mom number one, could you please stop cocksucking for one minute? This is serious."

"Schlorry." Susan let go and forced herself to turn and focus on Suzanne.

Suzanne continued, "So I was wondering what everyone thinks. Especially you, Amy, since this will affect you so much. I've started hinting to Eric about where this might lead, but I don't want to drop any bombshells yet unless you approve. How do you think Brad will take it?"

Amy nuzzled herself into Suzanne, and thought about it while playing with the breasts she'd been too long denied. "I don't know. I'm all thumbs up on it, but it could be tough on him. Do you think things can stay pretty normal at home until school's over?"

"Definitely. I've been living in a completely loveless marriage for years now, so we can keep the charade going for six more months no problem. Hardly anything will change."

"M'kay. I'm definitely in then. Wow. That's big. But it's weird. I'm kinda sad, but more happy, too. I love Brad a lot and I'll always consider him my brother, but you all here are my natural family." She kissed Suzanne on the cheek and nuzzled in closer, stretching her arms around her in a comforting embrace.

Alan then said, "I'm honored, Mother, that you'd do that for all of us. But will we have to change? Maybe he'll start snooping around or even hire a private investigator? That could be a disaster."

"I really doubt it. I think he'll welcome finally being free. I think he's been longing to be free of me and will want a clean and quick divorce. We don't hate each other, we just don't have much feelings for each other anymore, which I guess in a way is worse. He's only been hanging on because of the kids and a sense of obligation that he's not supposed to get divorced. But just to be on the safe side we might want to move to a new home quickly. Someplace very private. Right now, either of them could just wander through the backyard gate between our houses and discover who knows what."

"True," Alan conceded, as he mulled this over.

Katherine piped in by asking Susan, "What about you, Mom? What's going on with you and Ron?"

Susan smiled knowingly, but merely said, "Some things are still in process. Let's save that for another time. We don't want to spoil Amy and Suzanne's big moment with too much of this divorce talk."

"I agree completely," Suzanne said. "I just brought up my situation because I really want tonight to be a turning point. The completion of the circle binding all of us together. And parting from Eric is a big part of everything, I think. The forging of a new family, if you will."

"The forging of a new harem, too," Katherine said saucily to Alan. Although she felt a bit excluded at the moment, she nonetheless couldn't help but feel turned on, and had been frigging herself while she watched. She pressed, "What do you think, Big Tennis Racquet Handle Brother? How does it feel to be the head of this new family and harem? How do you like your four naked, nympho, busty, sexy Alan-sluts?"

Alan wasn't in a thoughtful mood to seriously answer the question and only wanted to see more sexual action. He merely replied, "It feels good. In fact, I'm ready for act two. Suzanne, Amy, I wish I could dive in with you two, but tonight isn't about me."

"No, it's not," Suzanne agreed emphatically. She turned to Amy, and the two of them shared another smoldering kiss. Then they began grinding their impressive racks against each other.

Alan moaned, "Oh God. So fuckin' hot!"

Susan took advantage of his tit-focus, and began titfucking him while he watched Amy and Suzanne continue to kiss and rub up against each other.

That just caused him to moan louder. He glanced over at Katherine, and noticed she was rubbing herself all over her chest, too. That made him feel good, that she was getting her pleasure as well.

Susan looked right up into Alan's eyes while she slid her chest back and forth over Alan's mostly immobile penis. She whispered so just he could hear, "What do you think, Tiger? You know why Suzanne is getting a divorce, don't you? You tamed her with your massive cock. If you can tame the high and mighty Suzanne, you can tame anybody. Look at her make love to your girlfriend. Mother and daughter are completely under your control."

Her voice dropped to a near whisper. "And she's your sister too. Are we a naughty family, or what? Feel it! Feel the joy. The love. Feel my love, son. I want you. Need you. Love you. We all love you. Look at the love. Mother and daughter. All of us. Love. Love us. Together. Forever."

Susan's words had turned into more of a chant. The exact words she said didn't matter much, as it became more of a nearly inaudible stream of consciousness. It seemed like her words and rhythmic titfucking were putting Alan into a sort of trance while he watched Suzanne and Amy, completely transfixed by their lesbian lust.

But those words were having an effect. He was surprised that all the talk of love was as much of a turn on as the usual sexy talk. Maybe that was because there was so much obvious love pouring between Amy and Suzanne even as they were burning with passion for each other. Their kisses and explorations of each other's bodies were becoming more intense with every passing minute.

Then, completely unexpectedly, Alan felt himself pass the point of no return. He didn't have time to apply his PC muscle tricks. He barked, "Mom, get out of the way," and stood as quickly as he could.

He staggered forward a bit. Grabbing his penis and using it like a fire hose, he sprayed his cum all over Amy and Suzanne. He aimed mostly for their upper chests, since that's where his eyes were glued most of the time.

Suzanne and Amy both noticed immediately and broke their kiss to laugh about it.

Amy joked mirthfully, "Mom, it's raining cum! Where's your umbrella?"

Suzanne laughed and began singing, "Singing in the rain, just singing in the rain, what a glorious day..."

As they talked and sang, they both turned so the cum could hit their fronts more directly. But even before if was over, they turned their attentions back to each other and resumed kissing. Only now, they had cum on them everywhere. They lost no time in rubbing each other in it, using it as a lubricant to slide against each other that much more easily.

Both Katherine and Susan loved the sight, and brought themselves to climaxes just from watching.

Alan was wiped out. He felt like closing his eyes as he recovered from his climax, but the sight of Amy and Suzanne playing in his cum was just too interesting to ignore.

When he saw the two of them began feeding cum gobs to each other the way lovers might sexily deposit strawberries into each other's mouths, he groaned and thought, There's no way! There's just no way I can do anything but make love to these four because this is heaven on Earth! It's exhausting and demanding at times, but I love every single instant! I feel like closing my eyes just to rest for five minutes since I'm flaccid anyway, but I can't do it because I know I'm gonna miss out on something really good!

CHAPTER 8

Alan kept his eyes trained on Suzanne and Amy as the cum he'd sprayed on them was devoured or smeared away. He watched as their lovemaking grew in intensity.

From time to time, he looked around to see how Susan and Katherine were doing. Susan was as horny and happy as ever. She continued to fondle and frig herself while waiting for Alan to give a sign that his penis had recovered enough for more stimulation. In fact, she was trying to will him to give her a sign, as if she had telepathic powers.

Tiger, I'm your cock tender. Isn't Mommy y