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 your very favorite cocksucker? She needs to do soooo... veeeery... much... cock tending. Big juicy cock... You KNOW you want it! Let me do it for you. Fill me with your spunk. Your seed. Your sperm. Baby juice. Oh yeah, give it to me! Anywhere and everywhere! Spray me! PLEASE, let me milk your cock like you milk my heavy tits!

Her efforts didn't have any affect on Alan, but they were working her into a lather of lust even without his direct involvement.

Meanwhile, Katherine was on a whole other planet. She seemed conflicted. On the one hand, she looked and was highly aroused, especially since Amy and Suzanne seemed to get even more intense with each other after they had Alan's cum to play around in. But on the other hand, she also looked sad.

Alan thought, I can guess why Sis is frowning. She looks at Suzanne and Amy together and wonders why that can't be her in Amy's place. Why do Amy and Suzanne get a big ceremony together and she and Suzanne never did for their first time? Never mind that Katherine and Suzanne have had lots of great lovemaking over the last month and that their first time was under markedly different conditions. That's easy to forget. I can relate to her mood.

But to make it worse, she probably looks over here at Susan and me and feels even more left out. Unfortunately, Susan is feeling so possessive on her special day of the week that I can't really do anything about it. I should probably just tell Mom I'm not feeling up for any more help from her, and that'll at least help to not rub it in for Sis so much.

But I really need to do more than that. After this little show is over, I've gotta deal with Sis. Big time. I think it may be time to spring my surprise on her.

Alan guessed the gist of Katherine's thoughts almost exactly. He only underestimated the depth of her jealousy and frustration. In some situations where one man was shared by many women, there can develop great rivalry and animosity between the women as they try to push each other down to bring themselves up. However, that hadn't happened in the Plummer family yet, mostly because there was such great love and friendship between everyone.

Katherine was the one most affected by these negative feelings so far. But since she couldn't vent her frustration on anyone in the room and feel good about it, she used Christine and others like Heather as safe punching bags. She felt guilty as she reviewed what she'd done about Alan's dinner with Christine earlier in the evening.

Amy and Suzanne were building up towards another lovemaking frenzy. They still took it slow for the most part, but while their bodies didn't fly about acrobatically, their feelings and passions were nonetheless boiling over. They frequently kissed and simply looked each other in the eyes.

Suzanne continually looked to be on the verge of joyful tears.

When they came down from their erotic highs, Suzanne gently pushed Amy's hands away from where they rested on Suzanne's bush. "Sorry, Honey Pie, but I'm feeling really sensitive there right now. You really know how to get me going down there, but I can only take so much. Let's take a short break, okay?"

"M'kay." Amy moved into a cuddle mode. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her nose into Suzanne's neck. She was happy to stay there while Suzanne stroked her hair.

Suzanne looked over to Susan and Alan, saying, "I'm kind of surprised to see the two of you disengaged. Don't tell me you've been like that for a while?"

"We have," Alan replied. "Speaking of sensitivity, that last climax kinda left my penis feeling a little weird."

"Hmm," Suzanne said. Then she added teasingly, "You sure it isn't just a case of Christine draining all your cum?"

"No," Alan answered emphatically, not noticing the tease in Suzanne's voice. "I told you already that our dinner was completely platonic."

Susan spoke from where she was sitting at his feet. "You said that, but I don't get it. She's a perfect ten, and you had a crush on her for so long. Since she's at least an E-cup, the Big Tits Theory predicts that she'd be putty in your hands. Don't tell me she rejected you again!" Susan grew a bit agitated at that thought.

"No, she didn't," Alan said soothingly, but then stopped himself. "Wait. I shouldn't say what happened. It's a private matter between the two of us. But I suppose I can say what didn't happen. We did not do anything physical. Zippo. I don't want to get involved with her. Sure, she's great in so many ways and attractive as all get out, but you know what? No one can match the love I feel for the four of you in this room. I want to spend more time with you all because you're the greatest people in the whole wide world. But how can I do that if I keep entangling myself into more and more sexual relationships? I know having zillions of sex partners can be a big male fantasy, but I'm living the most amazing fantasy of all with you all, right here."

He pointedly looked at Katherine while he said all of this. He hoped she would get the message that she had no reason to feel neglected.

Amy opened her eyes and broke into a big smile. She got his intended message, at least. She'd been quiet about Christine so far, but she was worrying that Christine might someday take her official girlfriend title. However, her worries were nowhere near the level of Katherine's.

Suzanne pointed out, "What about Glory?"

Alan rolled his eyes. "Okay. I'll concede that Glory would be an exception, if only she didn't reject me. You four and Glory have very special places in my heart. But my point still holds true."

Amy spoke. "Brother, you make me feel super gushy when you say that kind of stuff. In more ways than one, too. But I also feel bad. I mean, Kat's been sitting alone the whole time."

Amy turned her head a few inches and looked Suzanne in the eye. "Mother, you and I have been bonding pretty well, but don't you think it's important that we bond with Kat, too? We should mark that she's just as much your daughter as I am. You and Sis and Susan have had tons of fun together, but she, you, and I never have. What do you say?"

Suzanne nodded in agreement. She knew that while her daughter's words made sense, Amy was making the point mainly because Amy felt bad for Katherine sitting all alone. She thought, That's so like my sweet Honey Pie. As much as she wants special time alone with me, it's more important to her that Katherine isn't forgotten. I wish I'd thought about that. Once again, my extreme lust prevents me from thinking straight.

Suzanne said out loud, "I think that's an excellent idea. Don't you agree, you guys?" She looked at Alan and Susan as she directed this question at them.

Susan and Alan nodded in agreement. While both felt it wasn't their place to interrupt Suzanne and Amy by asking Katherine to join, they were extremely glad Amy did so.

Katherine tentatively stood up and walked forward. Suzanne and Amy had been bonding in such a loving fashion that she felt a bit awkward joining in.

However, Amy took care of that by aggressively but playfully tackling Katherine and dragging her down to the bed. "Come on, Sister! I gotcha!"

Suzanne sat up and joined in the melee, making sure to tickle Katherine under her arms and on her sides.

Katherine couldn't resist laughing, and as she did, she felt most of her frustrated feelings wash away. She began tickling and grabbing back.

Then Amy grabbed a pillow and began hitting the others with it, and soon pillows and couch cushions were flying everywhere.

After the wild tickle and pillow fight went on for a while, Suzanne accidentally fell backwards and toppled back to the bed.

Katherine took advantage of that accident and slammed her body down onto Suzanne's momentarily, knocking the wind out of the sexy mother. She turned to Amy and said, "This is our chance! It's time for the younger generation to take over! Let's get her!"

"M'kay! Woo!" Amy slammed down onto Suzanne too.

Suzanne groaned, and then laughed, "No fair! It's a conspiracy! Susan, help!"

The tickling continued, but Katherine also aggressively plowed her fingers into Suzanne's pussy, in imitation of the highly successful technique Amy had used earlier.

But while Suzanne was incapable of getting away with the weight of both Katherine and Amy pinning her down, she didn't give up the fight, either. She thrashed about and tickled and fondled as best she could. However, that seemed to only provoke the two girls into further efforts to subdue the sexy redhead.

Meanwhile, Susan was keeping an eye on Alan while also watching the fun struggle on the bed. Her son's penis had been fully erect for some minutes now, a fact that she could hardly ignore given the penis was practically waving in her face. She sat up higher on her heels so her face rose up above his stomach, and looked up into his eyes.

She whispered quietly, "Tiger, you weren't too sensitive before, were you? You were just trying to be considerate to your sister. That's so nice. But we don't have to hold back now, do we?"

Alan leaned down a bit and whispered back, "Actually, I was sensitive, but I would have rested in any case, for her. But you're right. Let's have some fun while we watch the show."

"Oh goody!" Susan said in a louder voice, no longer needing to be quiet. "Mommy's here to make you feel good. Good mommies make sure their sons' balls are kept drained at all times."

But to Alan's surprise, rather than getting back in position between his knees, he saw Susan stand up right in front of him.

She looked around as if in confusion, then stared at the orgy in front of her and said, "Ooh, look at this interesting spectacle! I think I'll sit down and watch." She backed up and slowly lowered herself down onto Alan's lap.

Alan gladly lined up his penis and waited for her pussy come down right onto it. Her bare ass looked so good that he couldn't wait to feel her up, but Susan took an exceedingly long time to come down. It was like she was moving in slow motion.

Frustrated, Alan finally grabbed her and pulled her the rest of the way down. As his penis impaled her, he cursed, "Cock tease!"

She laughed mirthfully. "Who? Me? Is that any way to talk to your mommy?" That caused her to laugh even more, and Alan joined in.

Meanwhile, back on the bed the other three were having a great and jolly time. The mood was completely different than when it had just been Suzanne and Amy, and Suzanne had always seemed to be on the edge of crying. Now, Suzanne was laughing so hard that she was worried about hyperventilating.

Katherine and Amy were still ganging up on her, and the two of them were tickling her so much that she was practically delirious. Furthermore, the two sexy sisters were also tag teaming on Suzanne's pussy. Neither could use their mouths there, as they both had to keep their bodies over Suzanne's upper body to keep her from slipping away, but each usually kept one hand down on Suzanne's crotch. Often, one was busy with her pussy while the other went at her clit, but sometimes fingers from both girls were in her pussy at the same time.

Suzanne kept cumming, which further weakened her will to resist. She knew that soon the fight would go out of her, but she wasn't one to give up easily. I can't let them win; that'll just encourage them to do it again!

Drawing on her remaining energy reserves, she made a desperate move to rise up and shake the two vixens off of her. She did manage to sit up somewhat, but Amy and Katherine quickly recovered and pushed her back down to the bed.

However, it happened that Suzanne was facing the couch where Alan and Susan were sitting, and she caught a glimpse of Susan in Alan's lap. She yelled between laughs and gasps for air, "Oh my God! Look what Susan's doing to Alan! How does she do that?"

Katherine and Amy took the bait and turned around to see what was happening on the couch. They were a bit surprised not to see Susan at her usual submissive position between her son's knees, so they paused to take a closer look.

That gave Suzanne the opportunity she needed. She shook the two girls away, and rolled clear of them.

Katherine and Amy looked back at Suzanne. They could have chased after her as she scooted her way back across the very large bed, but they both independently decided they'd given her enough of a hard time. They also were nearly out of breath themselves.

Instead, Amy merely asked in a playful voice, "Conceding defeat, Mother?"

"Ha! Never! I'm just getting warmed up!" She'd put on a good front, and the other two were impressed with her stamina. But in fact she was sweating profusely from all the activity and she barely had any strength left at all. She yelled over them, "Hey! Susan! What kind of friend are you, abandoning me to these hellions? Us old broads have to stick up for each other!"

Susan was happily rising up and down Alan's pole. She answered, "Um, sorry, but I got a little, uh, stuck."

Katherine laughed, and added, "Yep, we can see you've been held up. And down. ... And up, and down, and up, and down..." She burst into giggles. Then she turned to Amy. A new fire was lit between the two sisters. Their lips locked and they pulled each other back down to the bed.

Suzanne breathed a sigh of relief. Good. Let them blow off some of that boundless teenager energy on each other while I recover. Damn, I thought the morning exercises Susan and I do would keep me in shape, not to mention the Kegel exercises I do all the time, but I'm not getting any younger. All this sex is EXHAUSTING!

Suzanne was content to watch the pairs of Amy and Katherine, and Susan and Alan, for five minutes or more. Her tiredness rapidly gave way to renewed arousal. Then she stood up and walked to the stereo. There hadn't been any music playing since she'd started with Amy, and she resolved to fix that. She put on an album by The Jam. Even though the others weren't familiar with it, it brought back good memories from when she was a teenager. The only rock music she liked was some of the stuff she'd known from that era.

As the song "Happy Together" burst through the speakers, she left the room briefly and came back with a shiny, small silver dildo. She thought, We've had so much fun without any toys tonight; it's almost scary to think what might happen with a strap-on or two. But this should suffice for this weary lot.

Suzanne got back on the bed.

Amy and Katherine were so entwined French kissing and rubbing their bodies all over each other, that they hardly even noticed her.

Katherine was on top, so Suzanne began poking the dildo around the entrance to Katherine's pussy. She said with a pout, "You two, I'm gonna get you back for teaming up on me like that. Didn't you ever hear that women are supposed to be tender with each other? You two practically raped me!"

Katherine disengaged her lips from Amy's long enough to say, "Heh-heh, sorry, but it's just that we were having so much fun! We knew you were a slave to your cunt, but Jesus, we didn't know just how much!" Then she went back to her kissing.

Suzanne grumbled, "Impetuous youth. I'll show you a thing or two!" She climbed up Katherine's legs and gave her new daughter a kiss on the lips. She wanted to target Katherine for revenge, since she was feeling too good towards Amy at the moment, and made sure that she got on top of her.

But Amy threw a wrench in Suzanne's plans by getting behind her and began playing with her anus and pussy.

Suzanne was practically fearful now about how well Amy could stimulate her most sensitive spot. For the moment, she merely luxuriated in the good feelings that flowed through her body in waves.

Still, the revenge wasn't forgotten. After a few minutes, Amy began kissing Katherine, so Suzanne got into a new position. She climbed back down Katherine and began licking Katherine's ass. She used the silver dildo, which had been forgotten in her hand for a few minutes, and plunged it in and out of Katherine's pussy with vigor.

Now it was Katherine's turn to be double teamed, since she was caught in a Pestridge sandwich between Amy lying over her top half and Suzanne lying over her lower half.

Suzanne cried out, "A-ha! I've got you, you evil feline strumpet! Turnabout is fair play. How does it feel to be the victim?"

Katherine considered her situation, and replied honestly, "Actually, it feels pretty good!" Then a climax hit her and her body visibly shook.

The other two laughed as they saw and heard how "terrible" Suzanne's revenge had been.

Susan, meanwhile, was lowering herself down onto her son's prick, as he now lay on the couch rather than sitting on it. She twisted and turned on the way up and down for good measure. She muttered more to herself than to him, "Good mommies are squishy spermy mommies. They squish- UGH! Oh yeeaaaahhh... Mmmm.... Their cunts squish with son seed."

Alan absolutely loved what she was doing. It felt even better than the vaginal clenching she'd been doing a few minutes before. He also loved the position of her sitting in his lap, because it allowed him to freely grope her huge breasts while feeling her silky smooth back rise and fall along his chest.

He'd heard her mutterings, and gave her exactly what she wanted to hear. "Mommy, you're SUCH a great cum receptacle. I wanna keep your hot box full of my wriggly sperm. Isn't that what good sons do, keep their mommies drenched in frothy fuck juice?"

"TIGER! Oh dear God! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, YES!" She would have climaxed just from his words alone; the pounding in her pussy was just extra gravy. She turned around on his penis and pushed him down until he was lying flat on the couch. Then she straddled his hips in one of her favorite positions that allowed his penis to get deep penetration.

Encouraged, Alan continued to talk as much as his breathing allowed while the two of them kept their eyes on the threesome before them. He whispered into her ear comments like, "Just look at all those big tits. Sister tits. Mommy tits. Your tits. And who owns them all? That's right, your son. How did you raise such a big, nasty, tit-owning motherfucker?"

This kind of talk so aroused Susan that she was barely capable of stringing together more than a few words in reply. Instead, she tried to show her approval by fucking him even better than before. She slammed up and down while he mostly just laid there and clenched his PC muscle for dear life.

But unfortunately, as the minutes passed and the two of them were working their way to a great mutual climax while watching the other three fuck, the phone began ringing. The answering machine wasn't set, so it kept ringing and ringing.

Susan felt obliged to answer it, fearing it might be some kind of emergency. She pulled herself off her son with the greatest of reluctance.

CHAPTER 9

As Susan ran out of the room to get the phone, holding her boobs so they wouldn't bounce and sway so much, Alan watched and thought, Wow. What a mom. Watching her jog away like that is so arousing, but then what isn't, when it comes to her? Just seeing her smiling face gets me so hard these days. I gotta say, I love her twisted "Big Tits Theory" mind, as silly as that theory is. And what a great fucker! That better be a damned important phone call. Fuck.

He turned and watched the other three women fucking for a while. Suzanne and Amy were continuing to lavish attention on Katherine. He figured they were probably still trying to make up for her being left alone earlier. He considered joining in, but he was mindful that he was scheduled to sleep with Susan all night, so he wanted to keep some sexual energy in reserve for that.

Then, only about a minute or two after Susan left the room, the three women on the bed collapsed at the same time. They'd been going at it too intently for too long, and after yet another set of climaxes, they'd all hit a wall. It was all they could do to lay there and pant heavily. They were covered in sweat, cum, and tangled hair, sprawled all over each other.

Alan continued to watch contentedly with a very stiff erection. Just watching them contentedly lying there was as arousing a sight as one could hope for. Dang. What women. What curvy, sensual women. And those tits and asses ARE all owned by me! But has any harem lord ever deeply loved his nymphos as much as I do? Lust and love. It's amazing my brain doesn't just explode from sheer pleasure.

Out of the blue, Amy exclaimed while staring at the ceiling, "Wow, I think I've had TEN climaxes tonight! That's like, so much! I think my pussy is all pooped out. How 'bout you, Sis?"

Katherine answered as she lazily retracted an arm that had been sprawled over Suzanne, "Only five for me. But then again, I joined in the action pretty late. Oh, but I had two more while I was watching. Damn. What a night! What about you, Mother?"

Suzanne replied in a mock-angry voice, "Let's see... Damn you two, I think I had at LEAST ten. More like twelve probably, and maybe more because it's hard to tell when one multiple orgasm ends and another one begins. And it's all your fault, the way you practically tickled and frigged me to death! And then when you both got to licking my cunt at the same time, why, it's practically criminal what you did! I think you two are trying to kill me!"

Everyone laughed. Suzanne pretended anger, but everyone knew she was quite pleased. However, her pussy was so sensitive now it hurt. She was done for the evening, and she knew it.

Amy joked, "Maybe ALL of us should go on a minimum six cums a day routine!"

That brought more laughs.

But the exertion of the sex session had been too much. The three of them continued to lie there for a few minutes while they waited for Susan.

Alan at least still enjoyed himself watching the three beauties at rest. He noticed their pussies were continuing to drip, soaking their ass cheeks and soiling the sheets. He'd heard that many women didn't drip pussy juice profusely, but that certainly wasn't the case with any of his family four.

Finally, Suzanne stirred first. She got up and put on the robe she'd left lying on one of the couches.

Just after she did this, Susan came back in the room.

Alan asked her with some irritation, "Who was that on the phone? What kind of jerk calls after ten o'clock?" He wasn't sure what time it was exactly, but it was after ten.

Susan was a bit abashed as she explained, "It was Brenda. I'm sorry, but she has been calling a lot lately, sometimes at odd hours. I'm pissed about it, too. You were giving it to your milky mommy-slut so hard and good. I should say something to her about these calls, but we have such fun talking."

As she spoke, she crossed the room until she stood right beside her son. "But I was thinking the interruption might be good for one thing." She tapped Alan's penis, and set it bouncing. "We don't want to drain your balls completely dry just yet. We should save some of this mommy-impaler energy until beddy-bye time, don't you think?"

"I suppose," he agreed a bit irritably. Although he'd also been thinking about saving himself for later, he was nonetheless quite annoyed to be interrupted in mid-fuck by what he figured was a meaningless phone call.

Brenda had called because she was curious about things like what the others had bought for her at the sex store, and couldn't wait until the next day to get an update. That definitely would have met Alan's definition of a meaningless interruption.

Alan stood up and held his penis to his stomach. It was still very erect and he couldn't get it to go down with four mind-bogglingly sexy women in the room, three of them naked and the other wearing an open robe. He didn't want any more sex at the moment, and held it just to keep it from bouncing.

"Okay, everyone, I have announcement. Can you gather 'round?"

The four sat or lay down on the big bed in front of him.

CHAPTER 10

Alan began what seemed like a prepared speech. "Time seems to have been moving in slow motion lately. I remember when it used to be that day blurred into day, and it seemed like I'd blink and another boring week of school went by. But these have been some crazy and eventful days. It's only been two days since Sunday night when I started fucking Mom, but it feels like two months. And it was only two days before that when we all agreed to the pact that's bound us all together, but that feels like two years ago."

The others nodded in agreement and listened attentively, trying hard to look in his face and not at his groin and his still bobbing erection. They all wondered where he was going with this line of thought, because his somewhat formal demeanor made it seem he was leading up to something big.

He went on, "I've noticed that Kat in particular has been feeling antsy. It seems like I've been ignoring her lately. And there's some truth to that, if you look at it from one point of view, the one where people think I'm some kind of impossible superhuman sex machine. But let's put this into perspective. I can only do so much. Some days I'm going to focus on one person more than another, and since I only started fucking Susan a couple of days ago, I'm very excited about that. Kat, my Big Flesh Pillows Sis, you and I were fucking just this morning, and believe me, you're in my thoughts all the time. But, be that as it may, I've been mulling over this tradition that's arisen about Susan having special privileges on Tuesday, and I've been thinking about how to deal with it. I've asked myself: should I get rid of the Tuesday tradition to make things more even and fair to everyone?"

Susan gasped and held her hands over her mouth. She looked at Alan with bug-eyed horror.

But Alan quickly clarified, "Relax, Mommy. I decided to keep it. For one, I know you'd be really bummed if I got rid of it. And besides," he winked and smiled in her direction, "I really like it."

Susan relaxed, and gave him a big smile. She mumbled under her breath, "'Bummed' would be a supreme understatement! I live for Tuesdays. God, that was close!"

Alan continued, "So then, I was thinking, should I give the rest of you special days too? That would certainly make things even. However, I decided that wasn't ideal either. With four special days in one week, and things like the poke-her party on Wednesdays and the S-Club meetings and everything, suddenly my sex life becomes too regimented. I really like having sex and I'm getting more acclimated to doing it a lot every single day, but I don't want to have a fixed schedule about it. That turns it into a chore. In fact, I've thrown away the orgasm chart that used to hang in my room and I don't even keep close track of my daily count any more, for that very reason. So I decided against having days for everyone."

He paused dramatically, then continued, "BUT. ... I know that Katherine has been feeling very much like the least desired out of my home family four. First off, Kat, you've got the boob size issue, which I really don't understand. Just because your boobs happen to be the smallest in the family, they're still HUGE by any normal standards. You hear that? Absolutely freakin' huge. You're one of the most stacked girls in school. It's absurd for you to feel any size envy. It's like some star basketball player feeling short 'cos there are a few taller players on the team."

Katherine cut in, and hefted them up while looking down at them sadly. "That may be, but everything is relative. We're talking more than just a few. If you look at all your sex partners and harem nymphos, a lot of them make me feel inadequate."

By holding and hefting her tits up, she made them look even bigger than usual. Alan took advantage of that to comment, "Christ, look at those things! I swear, I'd need a team of Sherpa guides just to get to the top of one of them. National Geographic could film a documentary about it."

That comment elicited a reluctant grin from Katherine.

Susan added sympathetically, "Heck, Tiger, sometimes I feel inadequate around Brenda. So I know what she means."

Alan sighed in exasperation. "I love you all for so many things, but boobs are just one thing. The main thing is what's in your hearts and in your heads. In any case, I understand Katherine is feeling boob envy, irrational though it may be. And I've also noticed, Kat, that you feel like you're too, I dunno, vanilla. You seem to think that everyone has something special going on sexually, and you don't."

"Totally!" Katherine agreed so empathically she rose up a few feet on the bed as if to stand up, then flopped back down. "Vanilla is the perfect word. Look at tonight. Suzanne is an ultra sultry fuckpot who's so cunt-focused she'd probably cream if anyone just says the word 'cunt.'"

"Oh, oh, OH! Aaaaah! Oops, there I go again," Suzanne joked as she faked an orgasm. She wanted to add a bit of levity to the serious conversation. Her effort got a lot of laughs.

However, Katherine only grudgingly smiled, then continued, "Then there's Amy. If you merely touch Amy's ass, she goes off like a firecracker! Anal sex doesn't make me see stars, and that really bums me out. And of course there's sex cow Susan with her boob love. Not to mention that she's starting to lactate, which I've been PROHIBITED from doing. And then on top of that, she's got her cocksucking obsession to boot. Everyone is known for something special. But what about me? I'm a little bit of everything, but nothing special of anything. I almost feel like faking some kind of fixation or fetish just so you'd pay more attention to me! I'm clinging on to this new cat nickname and theme for dear life. I know that sounds childish, but it's true."

Alan smiled in understanding. "It's okay, Sis. I know. This group here is an amazing bunch. But don't sell yourself short. You're forgetting a lot. For instance, what about the fact that we took our virginities from each other? That's a special sexual bond only you and I will ever share. The fact is, I can't get enough of you in my life. That's why I've decided that I'm going to extend the special day tradition, so you'll never have any reason to feel like you're being neglected. Susan has her Tuesdays, and Kat, you'll get a special day, too."

"Yes!" Katherine pumped a fist into the air triumphantly. She pumped it a few times, then jumped up and hugged Alan tightly. Then they kissed and their tongues danced in each other's mouths.

Suzanne cut their celebration a bit short with an impatient question. "Wait a minute. So Susan gets a special day, Katherine gets a special day, and Amy and I don't? That's not fair. That's even more unfair than just Susan having her day."

Alan pulled back from the hug a bit. "True, but Katherine's been having the most serious self-confidence issues. I think she really needs this. However, I have something for everyone."

He looked at Amy, who seemed surprisingly miffed and pouty. "Aims, keep in mind that you're my official girlfriend already. That's a very special thing, and it means that you and I can do all kinds of things in public that Kat can't. Think about how frustrated she must get at times, watching you and I make out in public and knowing she can't do the same."

"I know, but... Still..." Amy said in a grousy voice. It took a lot to make Amy peeved, but now she was peeved.

Alan said to Amy, "Not only that, but you know how I made a pledge to Katherine that every time I fuck you, I'd fuck her twice?"

"Yeah?" She opened her legs unconsciously at the mention of being fucked by her brother.

"It wasn't an idle pledge. I've been keeping track, and keeping my word on that, even though I'm a little bit behind at the moment. But, as part of this new special day arrangement, Kat would have to agree to give that up."

Katherine was more than happy to agree. She knew that pledge was fading and wasn't sustainable in the long run in any case. "I'm cool with that!"

Amy said, still frowning, "M'kay, that's good, but-"

Alan cut in. "But that's not all. Amy, I want you to be my very special Anal Pal." He used "anal pal" since he'd heard Amy use that phrase recently. He leaned down to caress her face in his palm. "You have the most incredibly tight butt out of all the butts it's been my joy to fuck. So to preserve that exquisite feeling of tightness you have forever, I want you to save your ass just for me. Fingers are fine, one at a time, but unless I give you special permission you don't allow anything bigger than a finger back there, okay?"

Amy rolled over and began caressing and fondling her ass cheeks as she considered his words.

Alan leaned in close and kissed Amy's parted lips, then continued, "I want to reserve the delicious pleasure of stretching your tight little asshole open for my dick, and only my dick, understand? In short, Aims, I want to own your ass, totally and completely. If you have a need for anal penetration, you come to me. Okay?"

He wasn't sure how Amy would take this idea, and waited with bated breath to see how she'd react. Would she be delighted with what in fact was a new restriction?

He needn't have worried. Amy suddenly jumped up off the bed and bounced around the room like an out-of-control pogo stick. Then she flew into Alan and Katherine, still connected by a loose hug, and embraced them both. "Awesome! Yes! Anal Pals! That is so cool!" But then something came to her mind. "Uh-oh. But I've already pledged to be Anal Pals with Brenda. What about that?"

Alan wasn't sure what being "Anal Pals" with Brenda, of all people, meant exactly - Amy had a habit of making up new terms that often were only fully understood by her, such as her mention of a "huggy wuggy" earlier instead of just a "hug." However, Alan saw it seemed important to Amy. "Hmm. Well, uh, that's still okay. You two can have a special connection that way, if you want. As for what she can do to your ass, I suppose we'll discuss that with her later."

"Yeay! Cool! But I want my ass to be just for you! It can be our super special bond! Awesomeness!" She disengaged and continued to bounce around with nearly unbelievable energy.

Alan turned to Susan, who seemed to be expecting gifts of her own after Alan's speech to Amy. "Mom, I mean Mommy, I'm sorry to say, but the perception is that I spend too much time and energy with you, and you already have a deeply entrenched special day. So it probably wouldn't be fair to pledge any more to you. But I promise to be more attentive to you on Tuesdays. It seems lately I've been slipping a bit, like having that orgy this afternoon, plus my date with Christine. Not only that, but now everyone will be more accepting of the Tuesday tradition. After tonight, hopefully it'll be sealed as a permanent thing."

Alan followed Susan's worried gaze to where Amy was still romping around the room and realized one thing that was bothering her. "Don't worry Mommy, you can still be my butt slut mommy and I'll still 'get your attention' just like you want me to. Just because I really enjoy Aim's ass doesn't mean I don't get off on plowing yours as well. I'll still look forward to coming home from school and finding you lubed up and bent over."

Susan blushed and smiled at him. "You know how happy I am to hear that. But Tiger, I understand your purpose here. Whatever you want, I'm fine with it, because I know you always try your best. I've probably been too demanding, too, especially lately. I see what you're doing with Katherine and I approve wholeheartedly. Look how happy you've made her."

Katherine had been excitedly nibbling on Alan's ear. He turned her way, and the two of them rubbed noses affectionately.

Katherine was so turned on by that little affectionate exchange that she pulled away and began jumping around the room, just as Amy was continuing to do. The two sisters held hands and continued to bounce about in tandem. They looked like two extremely excited little girls having just been told they'd been given some kind of big gift like a pony, except both of them were still sweaty, buck naked, and in no way little.

Standing alone, Alan looked at his two jubilant sisters and felt very happy. He was proud that he'd brought them so much joy. He was proud at how sex had brought all of them closer together and forged a new family. But he knew he still had to make the most difficult "sell" to get everyone to accept his new special day plan.

CHAPTER 11

Alan again grabbed his erection to stop it bouncing and turned his attention to Suzanne.

She said wanly and unenthusiastically, "Oh, goody. My turn. I hope this is something good. Between the two special days and Amy having official girlfriend AND Anal Pals status, whatever the heck that means, I'm feeling like the big loser."

Alan replied, "No one is going to be left out. However, I have to speak to you privately about what you're getting."

That got Suzanne's undivided attention.

As Alan and Suzanne left the room together hand in hand, Alan looked back and noticed Amy and Katherine had stopped their frantic bouncing, and were both excitedly talking to Susan, infecting her with their happiness. He also noticed that they were playing with her tits as they talked. It was constantly arousing sights like that that made it impossible for his erection to subside.

As soon as Alan got Suzanne into the dining room, he whispered to her, "The reason we have to talk in secret is because I want to discuss some sex techniques only you and I know about. You know that orgasm without ejaculation thing you secretly taught me? I'd like to pledge to use that only with you for a whole year. I'm sure you can see the implications, since sex with you will be guaranteed to be extra good, and extra long, for both of us."

Suzanne looked at him incredulously. "That's all you've got? The others get Christmas and I get Arbor Day. You already made that promise to me."

"True," Alan conceded. "But I didn't promise how long, and chances were it wasn't going to be an exclusive thing for very long." Alan recalled how he'd climaxed without ejaculating earlier in the day without even trying. "But I'll promise to try my damndest to do it with you and only you for a year. What I'm really trying to say is that I want to have great sex with you, and lots of it."

"Hrmph." Suzanne wasn't satisfied and still stared with disbelief. She was expecting great sex on a daily basis from him already.

"Furthermore, Mother, I know you're a sexual pioneer, and what you taught me about that technique is just one example of the stuff you and I can learn together. I'd like to continue to push the boundaries with you on things like whole body orgasms. What say you and I study the Karma Sutra together?"

"Hmm. You're getting warmer. And it's Kama Sutra, not Karma."

"Okay, Kama. See how much you know already and how perfect you are for this kind of thing? Let me put it this way. You are the most sexually adventurous one of this bunch, and your body has an amazing flexibility. I absolutely love to bend your limbs every which way and fuck you in the strangest of positions. I'll bet there are lots of things you've heard of that you've never found the right partner to try out with. Why don't you and I do some mutual research into human sexuality and see what we can discover together? Let's push the envelope on just how deeply and intensely two people can bond through sex."

"Warmer. Definitely warmer, you stud, you. But how often will these study sessions happen?"

"I don't know. A couple of times a week maybe. That sound good?"

Suzanne nodded, then finally broke into a grin. "You're hot now. And don't fail to catch my double meaning."

He replied in all sincerity, "Suzanne, if I'm as hot as, say, an oven, then you're the surface of the sun."

Suzanne liked that compliment a lot. She pointedly looked down at Alan's crotch where his penis was poking straight out in her direction, and leered. "Is that why your heat seeking missile is pointing my way?" She made to reach out and grab his shaft, but only stroked the air an inch or two on all sides, and didn't actually touch it.

Alan groaned with rampant lust caused both by her missile comment and her teasing.

She winked, and pulled her hands back. She made sure to remain leaning forward so her boobs could dangle in front of him enticingly.

That close call aroused him more than if she'd started jacking him off. "See what I mean? I swear, you're gonna fuck me to death, mentally just as much as physically. But Suzanne, Mother, with your wisdom you should understand better than anyone that I'm really stretched thin here. I know this offer may not be as good as Katherine getting a special day, but can't you see the pressure I'm under? Trying to please so many amazing women, trying to keep them all happy... It's tough. Please don't think of me as some kind of mindless sex machine, because I'm really not. I have needs, and sometimes that includes just needing to rest. But I also love Katherine a whole lot, and I hate to see her feeling neglected or somehow less adequate or something. So I really have to give her her own special day."

Suzanne had been acting tough in hopes of extracting as much sexual commitment out of Alan as possible, but his comments put things into perspective and made her feel a bit silly. She put a hand on his shoulder and said sympathetically, "Of course, Sweetie. I get it. Sometimes I lose perspective too. I release you from that first promise about non-ejaculatory orgasms, because it'll be damned hard to keep anyway. It's hard to not do something like that once you know how to do it. However, I'm going to hold you to the Kama Sutra lessons, because that sounds like a fun thing to explore together."

"Okay." Alan was pleased. Things had worked out better than expected. He pulled his second mother into his arms and kissed her.

She eagerly responded, and they kissed for many long moments. She brought one of his hands to her pussy, sore though it was.

However, he pulled his hand back and said, "My doctor warned me not to touch the surface of the sun too often." To his surprise, her pussy actually was quite warm, much warmer than usual.

In fact, her pussy was burning with desire. She strongly considered bending over lewdly to see what he'd do in response, but then she remembered his comment about needing to rest and let him be.

As she tenderly kissed him up and down the nape of his neck, she thought, I'm pathetic. Here I am, begging for scraps from him. Then I voluntarily decline part of his offer and feel good about it. The Suzanne of old would never have stood for any of this. I miss her fire. But that's what love will do. I'm pushing forty; it's time I start thinking more of the needs of others.

CHAPTER 12

When Alan and Suzanne walked back to the living room, the others were still locked in conversation, just as before. The only difference was that Susan now had joined Suzanne in putting a robe on, as the house was getting colder as the night grew later.

Susan turned and spoke for all three when she asked, "So what was that secret pow wow all about?"

Alan announced, "Just some horse trading. Suzanne was extremely understanding and actually turned down some of my offer, so I could get more rest. Isn't that nice of her? But she and I have agreed to study the Kama Sutra together."

"Aww," Amy pouted. "That sounds like fun."

"Don't worry," Alan said brightly. "Everyone can benefit from what the two of us will learn. In any case, we should probably be going to bed. It must be eleven, if not later, right?"

No one answered, since no one had a watch. But they all knew it was getting late.

Alan looked at Susan and had to resist the urge to lick his lips, she looked so good. Even bedraggled and sweaty, she looked great, and he relished the prospect of spending the night with her.

However, to everyone's surprise, Susan said, "It is time for bed. But tonight's really wiped me out. Tiger, can I take a rain check on sharing a bed tonight? It's better if I can do that on a night when we're both more lively."

That sounded logical and plausible enough, but everyone was immediately suspicious because the thought of Susan turning down the prospect of sex with Alan, and on a Tuesday no less, seemed nearly incomprehensible. Especially considering that she was turning down a chance to complete a hot fuck that had recently been interrupted, her words were less plausible than the most outlandish fairy tale.

Amy even asked, "Whaaaaat? Did I hear that right?"

Susan wasn't a good liar, but she persisted, a bit flustered, "You heard me. Today was exhausting. And since Katherine hasn't been as sexually active as I've been lately, maybe she could sleep with Alan tonight."

Katherine was so surprised, she exclaimed, "But today's a TUESDAY! Look, even as you say that, your cunt is drooling with desire. Mom, are you feeling okay?"

Susan frantically looked everywhere but at Katherine. It was blatantly obvious to everyone that she was lying for some reason, but the question was why.

Katherine was the first to figure it out. "A-ha! I know. You heard what Alan was saying before about me feeling neglected, and that hit you too. You want to make some kind of helpful gesture to me like Alan did."

Katherine gathered herself and stood up proudly. "Well thanks Mom, but I don't need your pity! Alan had a very good point that it actually hasn't been that long for me. I have to learn some patience too. Mom, you KNOW you want to sleep with him. I insist you do."

"No, really, Angel, I'm soooo tired. Look at Alan Junior. He's still stiff and practically bursting with juicy sperm, but I'm so tired I can hardly lift my hands to jack him off. Really, you should take over."

"Mom! That is so not true! You want it bad. I absolutely insist you sleep with him. It'll be good for me to suffer a bit longer."

But Susan persisted. "No! I'm putting my foot down. You-"

Alan interrupted. "Hold on here. This is crazy. Am I some potted plant, here?"

Suzanne felt the need to demonstrate some of her old assertiveness after feeling a bit helpless in the wake of her "horse trading" conversation. She snuck up behind Alan, and then impulsively draped herself around his back, wrapping her arms around him and groping him with what felt like at least three pairs of hands. She clung on tightly to him like an octopus, squashing her large breasts into his back, and even wrapping one of her legs around his. He felt her hot breath on his ear just before he felt her tongue lick his earlobe.

"You seem every inch the animal to me, Sweetie..." She moaned this hotly, before her lips engulfed his ear and her tongue started doing things that made him feel the most incredibly sexy tickling sensations in places where she wasn't even touching him.

Alan made a curiously strangled noise and strained his PC muscle to hold off an orgasm that was suddenly threatening to explode from out of the blue. "You're not helping, Mother!" he desperately cried.

Suzanne mercifully drew back as she recalled his words from a few minutes before when he'd asked for her patience and understanding. But that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun in the process.

Her lips twitched as she tried not to laugh at Alan's predicament. "Oopsie." She also said "Sorry," even though she very clearly wasn't. In fact, she couldn't keep a big grin off of her face.

Alan coughed, took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and glared at a still smirking Suzanne. He turned back to the others. "What I mean is, don't I get a say? Maybe I just want to do nothing but sleep all night tonight. In fact, I just may do that. But Kat, I've been feeling bad. You've been looking a bit strange all night, like you're busy thinking about something. Why don't you join Mommy and me in bed? That might help ease your mood. But understand that not much may happen with either of you. It is getting pretty late."

Katherine sighed. "Aww. You're so kind, Big Caveman Club Brother. And you too, Mommy. But I really don't deserve all this kindness. It's true that I've been kind of 'off' tonight. That's because I've been keeping a secret, and it's making me feel guilty. I can't keep it in the face of all this loving and giving and understanding. God, I'm soooo immature. Amy, you've been acting so mature lately, and it's making me feel like such a dolt. Hell, Suzanne even turned down some of whatever he offered her. I'm like a bratty little kid and I HATE being like that! But I can't help it."

Alan said testily, "Spit it out, Kat. What's this secret already?"

Katherine sighed again. "Well, you see, the thing is... Big Brother, um, you promise you won't get mad at me?"

"Sorry, I can't make any promises. But I'll still love you no matter what you do. You're my sister and we're stuck with each other, through thick and thin."

Suzanne joked under her breath, "We like the thick part better."

Alan grinned, but asked, "So what is it, already?"

"Well, I've been feeling really insecure about Christine. She's sooo amazing. And then today she totally helped you out with that painted desk thing. And then this fourth dinner date comes along, and she demanded total secrecy about it. Curiosity got the best of me. You might even say curiosity killed the Kat, ha ha."

No one laughed.

Alan asked impatiently, "So what did you do?!"

Suzanne had been one foot out the door mentally, as she was getting sleepy and was very overdue to be back to her own house. Amy was feeling the same. But now the two of them were determined to stay until they found out exactly what Katherine had been up to.

Katherine miserably admitted, "I really wanted to make an impression on you, you know? I thought I could maybe gain some kind of secret inside knowledge if I heard what Christine was going to tell you. I thought perhaps I could find out something about your enemies at school and do something about it before anyone else and be the big heroine. Then you wouldn't ignore me so much, and you'd be proud of me. But you haven't been ignoring me, as tonight shows. It's just that, I've been so insecure that if I'm without you even for four or five hours I just feel horribly lonely. I'm so sorry."

Alan guessed, "So, what you're saying is that you somehow listened in on Christine and I during dinner? Is that what you're hinting at?"

Katherine dropped her head dejectedly. "Yeah."

"Katherine! Why? That's such a violation of my privacy! And worse, Christine's! She's a very private person. She'd totally freak if she found out."

"I know. I'm sorry! Oh God, please don't tell her, she'd kill me!"

Alan grew more irate. "Not only that, but last week, after you interrupted our last date I specifically made you promise not to interfere with my dates with Christine! What about that promise?"

"I know, I know! I'm bad. Really bad. And to top it all off, you resisted her advances so what I did ended up being kind of pointless. Stupid jealousy."

"Jealousy," Suzanne mulled the word over. "Hmm. Angel, I think it would be a good thing if you talk to Xania soon about some of your problems. But we don't need Xania here for a basic psychoanalysis about your feelings concerning Christine. Kat, you feel threatened by her, don't you?"

"Well, yeah. She's SO amazing! She's a Valedictorian with fashion model quality beauty and has morals a nun would envy, blah blah blah. And what am I? If I wasn't Alan's sister, he wouldn't even take a second look at me! Here I am, the one mortal semi-normal looking woman in a room filled with the most beautiful goddesses on Earth, and how can I compete? I need some kind of inside edge, but I don't know what to do! Brother, I appreciate you giving me a special day and all, but that's just an act of pity isn't it? Oh, I'm so awful, and I violated your privacy, too! I don't even deserve a day! Take the offer back if you want!"

She collapsed in a heap on the floor and burst into tears.

Alan walked over to her, picked her up, and held her close. He was irritated that even in serious moments like this, his erection wouldn't go down.

"Sis, I'm supposed to be mad at you. How can I do that when you're crying? I'm not going to take your day away, so just stop crying already, you tricky little brat." His words were harsh, but his tone was kind and loving. He squeezed her tight, and kissed her ear and neck. He looked down at his erection. "You see that? You know why I'm still hard? That's because you're right about there being beautiful goddesses in the room, but there are four of them, not just three."

Katherine whimpered at that. She loved the compliment, but felt she didn't deserve it, especially after how she broke her promise.

Susan walked up to Alan and Katherine hugging, and hugged them both. She began rubbing her naked tits all over Alan's back as her body automatically moved to sexually please him whenever near him, but then she remembered this wasn't the time for that kind of thing and slowed her rubbing.

She held her daughter's chin and looked her closely in the eye. "Angel, I'm very disappointed in you. Not so much for your unethical action, or your impatience, but for your lack in confidence in yourself. You're an amazing girl! You're beautiful and smart and friendly and so much more. The reason you fear Christine is because she's all those things too. But there are very, very few people who can even come close to challenging your many talents. You're incredible. You could be just as accomplished as her if you applied yourself more. You ARE a number one fuck toy and a wonderful person as well. You make me SO proud to be your mother."

Alan chimed in, "Sis, you're second to no one in this family! I have to agree with Mom. You ARE my number one fuck toy."

She trembled with happiness through her tears. "Am I? Really?"

"Sure. It not only fills me with happiness just to see you, but the mere sight of you always turns me on. The main reason I want to give you a special day is to guarantee that you and I will have plenty of time to be together. But this listening in on my dinner, I can't just let that slide. First of all, I want to find out why you did it."

"I already told you why," she protested.

"No, Sis, you told me it was so you could be the big heroine in solving the football player problem, but then when you get talking you start getting all emotional about how you think Christine is so much better than you. So which is it?"

"Both," she admitted miserably. "Actually, it was much more about Christine. She's no good for you! She thinks she loves you but she doesn't. She only lusts after you - big deal, join the crowd, take a number, and get in line - and she likes the idea of being in love with you. But when push comes to shove, she's not going to be there for you like I'm there for you or anyone in this room is there for you. I feel it in my bones. She's too self-righteous and prideful to bend."

"We'll see about that. Personally, I think you're seeing only a bad view of her through the green haze of your jealousy. But first off, what did you do, exactly?"

Katherine felt a lot better after all the encouragement, and she was surprised how much confessing her misdeed eased her mind. She wiped her tears away as she explained, "When I heard Christine talking to you at school today, that's what put the bee in my bonnet. Not only did you two hint at all kinds of important and secret stuff, but you gave the name of the restaurant, and the time, too. Once I had the idea, the rest was pretty easy. I went to an electronics store after school and bought some bugging equipment. It was expensive, but readily available. It was as easy as buying a new CD player. Then I went to the restaurant early and planted some bugs while eating a light meal. After I left, I called them and, pretending to be one of you two, asked that the Plummer reservation be seated at such and such a table."

She continued, "The last bit was the most difficult: I had to get away from the family shopping trip. I had to pretend I had dinner plans of my own and come in a separate car. And it was such a drag to leave the store early, but my curiosity got the better of me. I had to listen to what was happening, live. I sat in the car listening just outside the restaurant, actually."

"Huh," Alan thought out loud. "That explains why I didn't suspect a thing." He momentarily wondered what exactly happened on the "family shopping trip" since mentions of it such as this one were extremely vague, but now was not the time to ask. Besides, he figured it was probably something he'd be pleasantly surprised about later.

He asked, "But what about the promise you made to me on the last date? Didn't you think of that?"

"I did, but the thing is, I crashed that date and my intervention went so well. At least I thought it did. You and I had great sex and I helped make sure that things didn't go too far between you and Christine. That's why I sat in the car. I was ready to come in with another diversion if need be. But that was only in case of a dire emergency 'cos I knew you'd be mad at me."

He replied, "Well, I still am now. A promise is a promise. How can I trust you in the future?"

"Please, please, don't give up on me, Brother! I let my jealousy for Christine get out of control but I swear to God I won't do it again. You two can date all you want, hell, you can fuck Christine right in front of me and I won't say a peep. I'll be nothing but smiles, I swear."

"Hrmph. Why is it I don't believe you? I know you mean well and you thought you were doing this partly to help me out, but you're so damned uppity."

"I know I am, but there's good and sexy uppity, and bad uppity. This was bad uppity. Alan, Brother, I love you so much. I don't want to hurt you or have you mad at me. I swear I'll do better. You'll see!"

Alan remained silent and looked at her skeptically.

To herself, she thought, Uh-oh, he's not buying it. Brother, I'm NOT going to do something like that again; I don't want to do anything to get you mad at me. But on the other hand, I'm not going to sit idly by while Christine destroys our harem either. I'm going to have to come up with other methods to make sure she's not in a position to go postal on some kind of moral rampage if she ever finds out our incestuous secrets. Big Bro, the problem is you're letting Alan Junior do too much of the thinking when it comes to Prissy Miss E-cups. You may have resisted her this time, but if you keep having these dates it's just a matter of time before she gets into your pants and then sinks her claws into you.

CHAPTER 13

Susan pulled back from the hug and sat down. "Angel, I'm appalled at your behavior. Believe me, as your mother, I'm going to see you punished for this."

Then her mood suddenly changed from stern to excitable. "But I'm curious, too. What exactly did you learn? Is it true that Tiger rejected her advances? Did she try to come on to him? I'll bet she did! Alan's so cute and lovable and sexy, he's just irresistible!"

Katherine instantly switched from confessional mode to gossip mode, and said excitedly, "She TOTALLY came on to him! She practically threw herself at him. I could hardly believe that Ice Queen Christine could be so hot to trot, but you could tell how much she wanted Alan just by the tone of her voice. You could practically hear her hormones kick in. I wish I could have seen it with my own eyes. I was trying to imagine what she was wearing the whole time I was listening. Bro, did she wear something really hot and low cut?"

Alan warily nodded.

Nobody spoke for many long moments.

Alan understood that none of them would be satisfied until he gave at least some explanation as to what she wore. So he said wearily, "She wore a dark red skin tight outfit. I almost joked that she looked like Barbarella, you know, Jane Fonda in her famous space outfit, because the whole thing was shiny. I have to admit, it was really something."

"I knew it!" Katherine exclaimed, oddly triumphant about it. "She knows what her prime assets are, and what Alan likes the most. Christine never wears anything revealing at school, probably because she's embarrassed by her big jugs. So her wearing something that highlighted her cleavage today at school and then again at dinner really says something. In fact, that was part of my original plan, to go into the restaurant and sit in some secret spot near them, just so I could see what she was wearing. But I decided that was too risky."

She added with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "Big Shish Kabob Brother, you know what everyone says about Christine? When she really makes up her mind that she wants something, she gets it. Like remember how she set her sights on getting that ten thousand dollar prize money for some kind of statewide academic achievement contest? And she got it. Now it seems she's set her sights on you. I'd watch out."

"Hmm," was all Alan could say. But inwardly, he was shocked as he thought about her words. She's right. Christine is relentless. Dang. I don't know if I should be worried or delighted. I'm still so torn if I did the right thing or not.

Katherine said to the larger group, "Anyhow, it was frustrating to have to hold my tongue earlier, but now I can confirm that brother actually did reject her advances. Christine did the full court press. Yet even with all that, he was polite, but firm."

"I still don't get it," Susan said. "That's just so WRONG! My son, you should have as much fun with as many sexy, big-titted babes as you desire. That's your right!" She truly enjoyed finding him new sex partners.

Alan laughed bitterly, and said sarcastically, "Yeah. That's my 'right.' I think I read that in the Constitution somewhere. Back in the real world, I'm not saying I wouldn't turn down opportunities to be with other women that might arise, if everything checks out, like knowing she doesn't have any STD's or a psycho boyfriend or whatever. But it's the very fact that I have, or maybe I should say, had, such feelings for Christine that I had to turn her down. I can't just have a one night stand kind of a lark with her. I'd be getting into deep emotional waters, and my plate is way too full as it is. And to top it all off, she's still a virgin, and that brings a lot of responsibility into being a girl's first, because that first time experience kinda sorta sets the shape of her future sexuality."

Susan cut in, "So wait. You're not opposed to spilling your seed on and in all the big-titted babes who deserve a solid fucking. I just want clarity on that point."

"No, Mom. Certainly not." He added honestly while slightly mocking Susan's attitude, "And you may find this difficult to believe, but I might even go for a girl with a negligible rack. Crazy talk, I know. You seem to be more into tits lately than even I am, which is really saying something."

Susan didn't respond to that.

He continued, "But brief encounters only, not something serious like it would almost certainly be with Christine. I guess I should admit that I still have strong feelings for her. And let's wait on you finding others until things calm down around our home a bit, okay? Right now we're all excited about discovering each other's bodies, and all of our sex drives will lessen after a while. At least, I hope they will. Okay?"

Susan nodded. She was very happy with his answer. She didn't want him to develop additional emotional ties with new women, but she did have a mental list of women she'd like to set him up with for purely sexual encounters, and the list was growing all the time. She wanted all her good looking female friends to know first hand just what a great fucker her son was.

She said, "But Tiger, I still don't understand what the problem is. So you can't have just a one night stand with her. All you have to do is add another big-titted beauty to your harem. What's the problem with that?"

"Mom, you need a serious reality check. There are only so many hours in a day. More time with her would mean less time with you. Not only that, but did you hear what Sis just said about how relentless she can be? She would not approve of my incest at all. And once she found out about it, she would just keep coming and coming, trying to stop it, thinking she was saving me from evil. She'd be like that evil guy in Terminator 2, the one that keeps coming after being killed over and over. Is that what you what?"

Susan sobered up. "If you put it that way, no. I don't want anyone to get between me and my baby."

Alan turned to Katherine, "Sis, there's another big reason why I turned her down. I was specifically thinking of you. You and Amy. I knew you two would see Christine as a rival in a lot of ways given the similarity of age and everything. But isn't it ironic that while I was thinking of your concerns, you were stabbing me in the back with your spying and broken promises?"

Katherine was instantly thrown back into a guilty mood, only it was worse than before after hearing those harsh words. "Oh, I'm so ashamed! I've been kind of half crazy with fuck lust lately. Now you're just going to ignore me even more than before, and maybe even hate me! I've really fucked up this time."

Alan realized his "stabbing me in the back" comment was too harsh, and he struck a conciliatory tone. "No, I don't hate you. I'll NEVER hate you. You're my sister and your love is like a solid rock for me. I count on your support like I depend on the air I need to breathe. Yes, I'm pissed, but I'm not going to punish you by neglecting you in any way. I don't want to make your self-doubt problems any worse. However, I don't know what it is yet, but I will find a way to punish you, because I could easily see this kind of willfulness becoming a bad habit. As an aside, don't forget that I do expect you to apologize to her and make it up to her. If you could become friends with her, that wouldn't hurt."

He stood back and addressed the whole group sprawled out in front of him on various couches. "Look. This isn't just about Katherine and her boob envy or Christine envy or whatever. The green eyed monster of jealousy is starting to rear its ugly head in this family. I figured we'd see problems on this soon enough, so I'm not surprised they're finally here in a big way. But I am concerned and I'm not sure what to do. I've tried SO damn hard to keep the peace between everyone, and keep everyone satisfied, especially sexually satisfied."

He continued, "Sure, I've had a ball doing it, but I've been going full blast these past two months and I think I'm about to hit a wall. If I hadn't gone away for the weekend hiking trip, I probably would have broken already. I'm not quite sure what would happen if I break, but I don't want to find out. There's a part of me that wants to throw up my hands, yell 'Fuck it!' and take total control of this family in the most arrogant kind of way."

He paused and sighed. "I don't think any of you would like my bad side taking over completely like that. But there's another part of me that wants to yell 'Fuck it!' and go sleep for a week instead. Just totally withdraw. That's not good either. What I wish is if we could keep the good thing we've got going, maybe tone it down a notch, but keep it going on a slower pace so things can last. I don't want our sex lives to devolve into dueling scorecards and turf battles. But I'm afraid what Katherine did with her spying is just the first salvo in what could become a full on jealousy war as everyone fights each other for my attention. Frankly, I find it absurd that Katherine would go to such extremes when I'm only paying her slightly less attention than usual for a few days. Imagine what would happen with all four of you if I was gone for a whole week!"

Susan abruptly transformed, the way a mother grizzly bear transforms when she sees her young facing danger. She stood up, pointed to each of the other women in the room, and said in a fearsome tone, "A jealousy war is NOT going to happen. Why? Because I won't let it happen. None of us are going to let it happen. The fact is, we're all horribly spoiled, and I'm probably the most spoiled of us all, what with the way that my Tiger gives me so much of his delicious sperm."

She added as she looked around the room, "We've all been living in heaven on Earth these past couple of months. Each of us has probably experienced more pleasure in the last month alone than most people get in their whole lifetimes, thanks to Alan, and this is how we thank him? With selfishness and jealousy?"

She raised a fist dramatically and shook it with resolve. "But when the going gets tough, we've got the kind of deep love for each other that'll enable us to get through anything. It's like you said, Tiger, we're all rocks of strength for each other. Rocks of strength! If Katherine or anyone else gets out of hand, we have to dig deep and do all we can to help out. We have to hand out punishments that keep her an obedient fuck toy."

She continued, "There is no place for jealousy here. None! Alan gets to fuck who he wants, when he wants, and the rest of us just have to lie there on our backs with our legs spread and our puffed up pussy lips opened wide and take every glorious minute of whatever he dishes out. We have to be vigilant and not get too jealous or we won't be the loving and pleasurable fuck toys Alan so richly needs and deserves. Is that clear? If anyone has a problem with that, they have a problem with me!"

Alan found this speech both heartwarming and arousing. He thought, If I really was a sultan with a harem, Susan would probably be the harem girl in charge of keeping the rest of the harem in line. Which, actually, come to think of it, is not all that far from reality. Right here with my mom in the middle of suburban Orange County, no less. Dang!

Susan kept a steely gaze as she sat back on the couch, but inwardly she recalled with regret her demanding behavior earlier in the day when she all but forced Alan to fuck her in the ass. Just thinking about how powerfully he'd "gotten her attention" like she'd been wanting him to for weeks now made her buttocks tingle and her asshole twitch and throb with an itchy lust to be taken like that again.

She resolved, I have to do better, much better. I'm supposed to be the top mom here, but I sure don't act like it very often. There's much more to being a good mommy than just keeping a permanent welcome sign over all my holes for my son. The problem is, I've never been much of a toughie when it comes to having to say no.

Suzanne chimed in, "I completely agree with Susan's larger point. And as the older generation, Susan and I can't afford to make the kind of foolish mistakes Katherine made today. I wish we had Glory to help us, but even if she can't do that, we can't just roll over and die. I think the key thing is to recognize that all of us have gone into sexual overdrive. Maybe things will calm down after a while, but right now, the four of us are like hyperactive nymphomaniacs on sexual crack. It's been said before, but we have to live it: the four of us have to sexually take care of each other more often, so we won't totally kill our sweet Alan with our demands. It's the only way."

Katherine added, "That, and no more jealousy. I swear, I'm going to go from most jealous to least if it kills me. Alan, Brother, I really do appreciate what you're doing, the way you not only fuck us all constantly, but the way you continue to love us and respect us at the same time. I'm so proud to be your number one fuck toy, but if you go all evil on us, I'm gonna get so uppity that you're gonna be slapped upside the head with a heaping helping of uppity!"

Amy said most emphatically, "Me too! But that goes for everyone. If I see anyone getting all jealous, I'm gonna launch a super massive uppity attack!"

Katherine cheered her on. "Open up a big can of uppity whoop ass, Aims!"

"Yeah!" Amy stood up and punched the air excitedly.

Alan couldn't help but laugh as he watched Amy's breasts sway and jiggle. He was very pleased with everyone's attitude, and his laughter turned into a wide smile. "Thanks, everyone. 'Uppity' may not be the exactly correct term to use here, but I get the general drift. I feel a lot more optimistic that we'll be able to overcome our difficulties. I think the key is talking out and sharing feelings with one another, so things don't slip out of hand the way Katherine's concerns did today. But it's late and I'm tired. We're all tired. Let's go to bed."

Everyone was glad to hear that except Suzanne. Tired as she was, she leaned forward and said, "Not so fast. Katherine, you only scratched the surface of what happened during Alan's dinner with Christine. Enquiring minds want to know! Alan seems to be under some kind of promise not to tell what happened, but you aren't!"

"Oooh, good point," Susan agreed. "Angel, let's get together tomorrow after school for some coffee and gossip. Or better yet, tomorrow morning."

"Oooh! Oooh!" Amy said as she raised her hand like a student begging to be called on in class. "Count me in, too!"

"Now hold on," Alan complained. "This is how problems get started, when we all act like children. I'll talk to Christine tomorrow and find out if she'd maybe let me share a little more info with my immediate family, so chill out until then. But really, there's no big secret. It was just a dinner, for crying out loud. Sheesh!"

Katherine teased, "That's so not true. They flirted, teased, and did all kinds of fun stuff. I've got the juicy dirt!" Then she added more calmly, "But I promise to keep it to myself unless you say otherwise. It's part of my new effort to win your trust back, Big Brother."

Suzanne and Amy headed for home not long after that. On the way out, Suzanne took Alan aside and said, "I know your decision today regarding Christine was a difficult one. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," he replied with a touch of sadness. "The way I look at it, if I'm a gambler on a winning streak and I keep playing double or nothing, eventually I'm going to lose everything. There comes a time to just stop playing, be content with what I've got, and go home."

"Very wise, Sweetie. Very wise." She supportively squeezed his arm and walked away.

CHAPTER 14

Alan, Susan, and Katherine went through their nightly bedtime rituals and then all headed to Susan's big bed.

Alan got into bed first, shortly followed by Katherine. Susan took longer, because she had more feminine rituals to take care of than her daughter.

Katherine was restless and excitable.

Alan was sleepy, but also in the mood for perhaps a little bit of sexual play.

Katherine read his mood, and tried to perk him up a bit. "Big Bro, I am soooo sorry for what I did. I'm gonna make it up to you, big time. Starting right now."

She dove under the bedcovers and began licking and fondling her way down his stomach. "I noticed that your penis was horribly untended during that whole discussion. Minutes and minutes of tragically neglected brother cock! Watching all those boobies bouncing and jiggling without even a hand to help. Talk about a heartbreaker." By this time, her face reached his penis and she began sucking.

Alan decided that he deserved to take some time to just recuperate. So, for once, he didn't reciprocate in any way to help Katherine reach a climax, but just lay back in bed with his hands behind his head and enjoyed all the pleasures Katherine was giving him under the covers. She was taking her time, as she didn't want him to cum too soon, but she was also using every trick she knew to give him maximum joy.

Susan walked in, dressed in a see-through negligee, and took a long look at the huge Katherine-sized bump underneath the covers, just over Alan's midsection. She smiled a knowing smile, but said nothing.

She sat on the edge of the bed close to Alan and said to him, "Tiger, can I talk to you for a minute? I'm concerned about something."

"Sure. What is it?" He still maintained a casual pose, despite all the wonderful things Katherine was doing under the covers. She happened to be sucking and fondling his balls at the moment. The only giveaway as to what was really happening, aside from the outrageously large and bobbing blanketed lump, was an occasional grimace of pleasure crossing his face.

Susan sidled closed to him. "It's Katherine. Our precious angel. I'm concerned about her behavior lately."

"Okaaay," Alan replied, confused. He thought, Is this another rehash of what we just discussed? Surely she sees Sis is here in the room, doesn't she?!

Susan continued with a surprisingly grave face, "I'm afraid your sister has been showing some very inappropriate feelings for you lately. Loving feelings, but the kind of loving feelings siblings should never share."

Alan started to figure out where she was going with this. "You mean, incestuous feelings?"

Susan blushed. "Yes, but that's such a horrible word! Incest! Can we just say, 'feelings of an inappropriate nature' instead?"

Alan nearly guffawed. He thought, This is going to be good. Mom may not be a great actress, she can't play a thousand different roles convincingly like Glory can, but she sure does one role great, and that's a mockery of the prudish Susan she used to be. I love it! But he brought his laughter under control and mostly kept a straight face, although his eyes danced with conspiratorial mischief. "I see. That sounds serious. But I don't see what you're talking about, myself. Whatever gave you that kind of crazy idea?"

"I don't know." Susan was doing a great job looking flustered and embarrassed. "Lots of little things."

"Like?"

"Like, this morning. She came downstairs hand in hand with you, but without a stitch of clothing on, and a freshly fucked look on her face."

Alan said soberly, "You mean a fresh 'recently performed intimate act of an inappropriate nature' look on her face, don't you?"

Susan giggled, but quickly suppressed it and put her concerned face back on. "Yes. I stand corrected. Exactly." She broke into a grin, but then suppressed that, too.

"I see. That does seem a bit odd. But then again, I recall that you also weren't wearing any pants. Or a dress. Or even underwear. I could see everything below your waist."

"Oh, silly me! I can be so forgetful sometimes. So I suppose forgetfulness runs in the family. But there have been other small signs."

"Such as?"

"Well, when I served the breakfast, I couldn't help but notice that her hand was wrapped around your... well, I don't know what to call such a vulgar thing in mixed company."

"How about 'male body part of an inappropriate nature'?"

"Good idea!" She giggled again. "Yes. She was not only touching your male body part of an inappropriate nature, her hands were flying up and down its, uh, inappropriateness, with great enthusiasm!"

"Hmm. I could see how that might be misconstrued by an outside observer who didn't know the full story. But then again, I must say your behavior at the time was damnably odd, too. If I recall correctly, you had your face between her legs and appeared to be licking her, well, her unmentionable."

They both chuckled at that.

"Yes," Susan said as she scooted closer still. "I was doing unmentionable things to her unmentionable. But I have a perfectly good explanation."

"And that would be?"

"Unfortunately, that also is unmentionable."

Alan chortled. "Well, sadly, that's all I can say about what she was doing to me, too. In fact, it's so top secret, I've probably already said too much."

"But wait! There's more, Son! It's really quite disturbing. For instance, on more than one occasion, I've caught her with her boobs hanging out of her clothes, like this." Susan dropped her negligee down below her rack and set her tremendous globes bouncing and shaking. "Then she stuffs them in your face, like this." She smothered his face with motherly tit flesh.

Alan said in a muffled voice, "Boobs? Mom, I'm shocked. Don't you mean, 'female naughty bits of an inappropriate roundness'?"

Susan laughed out loud, and even Katherine underneath the covers couldn't help but laugh (although her chuckles were somewhat muffled by the penis in her mouth).

Alan began suckling on one of Susan's nipples, since they were so close.

But Susan said, "Wait a minute. She's been doing that to me too, which is another thing that gives me some concern that something is up. But I could have sworn I heard something under the covers. I know you have an extremely well endowed, uh, male body part of an inappropriate nature, but that lump there seems too big even for your third leg." She pulled the covers back far enough to reveal Katherine's head.

Katherine froze with Alan's penis in her mouth. She sucked it in as deep as it could go, all the way up to her tonsils, then she looked up at Susan and Alan with feigned guilt.

"Angel! Darling! Whatever are you doing?!"

Katherine acted flustered, and pulled her face off of her brother's hardness. But she quickly covered it up with two hands instead, and continued by jacking him off. "Uh, Mom, I just uh..." She acted like she was struck by a eureka moment. "I know! I'm aware how much the sight of male body parts of an inappropriately tasty and filling nature bothers you, so I was doing my best to cover up this one in case the covers came off."

Susan acted like she bought it. "Aww, how nice. What a wonderfully thoughtful and well behaved child. I guess I was all wrong with my concerns. But what are you doing now?"

"Uh, I'm still trying to cover it up. But since it's so big, thick, and long..."

"And tasty," Susan added with growing mirth. "Don't forget tasty."

"Yes, and tasty, can't forget tasty!" Katherine chortled. "Anyways, it's just so MUCH that I can't cover it all with my two hands. So I try to cover the top but then the bottom's showing, and then I move my hands down there, which leaves the top showing, and so on. Before you know it, it looks just like I'm fisting it, jacking him off with two hands. But nothing could be further from the truth. Why, to do that would be, shall we say, so very improper!"

Everyone giggled at that reference to what used to be Susan's overused catchphrase.

Even Alan managed to chuckle while he continued to suck on his mother's nipple. He was very pleased at the amount of milk coming out today. It was more than just the dribble it had been the past couple of days.

"Indeed," Susan finally replied once she managed to get back some semblance of a prudish expression. "Good show, although it could be so easily misconstrued. But I still can see naughty peeks of it here and there. Can't you think of any other way to cover it up better?"

"Hmm. Oh, I know! I'll sit on it. That'll cover it all for sure." She quietly brought herself down onto his hardness. It was all she could do to stop herself from screaming out loud with joy.

A few moments later, Susan wryly commented, "Thanks for getting rid of that disgusting sight. But if I didn't know better, I could have sworn I saw you grasp it and guide it right into your vagina."

"My what?" Katherine asked as her whole body began to lightly bounce. "Oh, you mean my 'female body part of a far too infrequently stuffed nature.' Yes, it does look that way. Frankly, I'm not quite sure WHAT happened. Why don't you have a closer look and check with your tongue?"

"Hmm. I just might. Hold on. I seem to be wildly overdressed for the occasion."

Susan took her negligee off, and then the full-on threesome began. Any remaining pretense of absurd prudishness was dropped, and in fact all talking very nearly came to a halt. Their mouths were generally too occupied with other things.

Alan spent the next half hour thoroughly fucking both Susan and Katherine's pussies until they were both so sore down below that they could hardly take any more. As he often did, he fucked with a strategic purpose in mind. He knew both pussies had gotten a good workout earlier in the evening, and if he fucked them enough their pussies would be too sensitive for any further action later on in the night. That would allow him to get some sleep.

His plan worked, but not before they all had a great mutually shared climax. Alan had been pumping into Katherine at the time, but he pulled out as he felt his balls churning and barked, "Slaves! Assume the position! Facials!" He knew it sounded demeaning, but he was on such an erotic high that he didn't care.

Susan and Katherine loved his comments. They eagerly brought their faces within inches of the tip of his penis.

When Alan unloaded, they both got a powerful blast at extremely close range. Alan got a kick out of painting their faces with cum, first this way, then that, as a great many ropes squirted out of him.

Then he fell back to the bed and rested his head on a pillow.

Susan and Katherine spent some time licking the cum off of each other's cheeks, noses, and foreheads. Then they passed the sticky wads back and forth between them in open mouthed tongue duels and long French kisses, sharing and savoring the taste of both Alan and each other for as long as they could. Finally, they both cuddled up to him, one on each side.

Susan asked, "That was damn good, even by Alan standards, don't you think, Angel?"

Katherine answered, "Not bad for a 'recently performed intimate act of an inappropriate nature.'"

All three of them got a good laugh out of that.

Alan kicked back and commented, "Now, this is the life. This is what I call living the life of Riley."

Susan ribbed him, "So Riley was a motherfucker and sisterfucker too? Is that why everyone is always complimenting him? I always wondered what was so great about his life."

Alan giggled a bit, and then said, "Mommy, you've turned into a regular comedian. Do you remember not that long ago when you were incapable of making a joke?"

"Don't remind me. The only thing I don't like about the kind of prudish game we just did is when it brings back memories of how I used to really be."

Alan pointed out, "If it makes you feel any better, I hadn't planned on any fucking. I was thinking maybe a quick and easy double blowjob or titfuck, just to get rid of this unfinished cum load, then right to sleep. But you got me so worked up with your Miss Ridiculously Innocent act that I ended up going hog wild on both of you. I find it a big turn-on when you act like the old Susan."

That made Susan very pleased with herself. "I know. I was trying to get you going, and it got me going too. But still. What a fool I was back then!"

"Ditto for me, Mommy," Katherine said as she ran her hand across her brother's chest. "Except I was a fool mere hours ago, not months ago. I really do feel terribly bad, Big Bro, but tonight I've turned a new leaf. I feel so inspired by all the love and caring that I simply want to burst. I've known the support has been there all along, and deep down I know you would never consciously ignore me, but it feels good to be reminded. I am SO going to make it up to you!"

Alan spoke, "Not just make it up to ME. In fact, not even primarily me. The truth is, you and I have always spied on each other. We used to play so many tricks. Like, remember a couple of years ago when I read your diary and got you so pissed off? So I can hardly be the one to throw the first stone. You just took it to another level. The person you need to make it up to is Christine. She's the one who has such a big issue about privacy. She doesn't know me that well, and she has good reason to question if I can keep a secret. Or if my family can." He playfully bopped Katherine on the head. "You've really violated HER privacy more than mine, and you have to make it good with her."

"But how? You say you don't actually know her well, but I know her even less. We say 'hi' to each other as we pass in the halls, but that's about it."

"Figure it out. You want to impress me? This is a good opportunity. Not only that, but if you two can bond, that might help forge a larger alliance against my enemies at school. But that's my last word on anything. I am so beat. It's way past midnight and school starts so early. I'm checking out. Kat, Mommy is going to need some milking at least once in the middle of the night. I'm gonna leave it to you 'cos I desperately need the shut eye."

He closed his eyes. Then he added as an afterthought, "Oh, and please let me sleep in tomorrow until the last possible minute. I soooo desperately need the rest."

"Okay," Katherine answered. She was more than happy to take care of the milking. She closed her eyes too, even though she was still too excited to sleep.

Susan already had her eyes closed, but she said to no one in particular as if in a dream state, "'Mommy is going to need some milking.' I so love to hear that, especially since he remembered to say 'Mommy' without being reminded. I'm like a big sex cow taken advantage of by my thirsty kids, and I love it! And that's not even mentioning when Alan said, 'Slaves! Assume the position! Facials!' Is that great, or what? 'Slaves.'"

She said the word endearingly, as if Alan had said "I love you" to her instead. She added, "Why, I'm afraid this is going to be the cause for some groans, but that just makes me so damn fucking HOT!"

Both Alan and Katherine groaned quite loudly, but then they all laughed.

Alan thought to himself, Now, that's what I call a day! Even by my own recent unusual standards, that was one busy and sex-filled day. How long can this be sustained? I feel like I put out some fires by rejecting Christine and coming to new understandings with my sisters and mothers, but am I just delaying the day of reckoning?

I mean, forget homework! The thought of doing actual work hardly even crossed my mind. Just sex, sex, and more sex, pretty much. And as for tomorrow, there's no chance whatsoever I can take a rest. Jesus! I just remembered that on top of everything else, tomorrow is poke-her night, as someone so cleverly named it recently. I can't even remember who. I can't turn it down, but it's just too much!

Well, at least I'm well loved. These two right here are the greatest. I just hope I make them happy and proud of me.

Katherine thought, I really screwed up today, but Big Brother, as usual, managed to make lemonade out of lemons. Still, I have to do better. He's all stressed out, and I get mental instead of helping. It's time for big changes. First, I am gonna befriend Christine by any means necessary. Maybe I won't be the big heroine, but if I could play a key role in helping with his school troubles, maybe that'll redeem my mistakes a little bit. But more importantly, I have to strive not to be so jealous. I want to become known as the least jealous out of everyone, not the most jealous. If that means I end up fucking him less, well, so be it. There are more important things than sex, like my brother's love and respect.

Susan, by contrast, was still too aroused recalling some of Alan's recent comments like "Mommy is going to need some milking" for any deep contemplation. Instead, that comment in particular got her thinking about her lactation schedule. She'd been rather low key about her milking needs so far, because her milky flow had been relatively low. But she was pleasantly surprised at how much milk had come out of her today. She resolved to turn herself into more of a "milk slave" starting tomorrow.

She began to drift off thinking happy thoughts of waking her son tomorrow morning with a nipple gushing milk into his mouth and her pussy riding his morning wood.

Susan and Katherine snuggled closer to Alan's chest, on each side of him. Their big breasts pressed up against his skin in the most delightful way. All the contact felt quite comforting. Both women had a hand that drifted down to where it felt most comfortable: resting on top of Alan's crotch. Luckily for Alan, there were blankets and sheets in between his penis and their hands, or his penis likely wouldn't have remained flaccid for long.

But all remained still. Finally, Susan reached out and turned off the light. Sleep quickly came to the weary threesome.

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