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SIX TIMES A DAY - Part 3 (MF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)

   by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)

   This is part of a longer e-novel.  It's highly recommended that you
start at the beginning in order to understand the characters and previous
events.

   The characters' private thoughts are marked with [ and ].



   CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Oct.  8)

   Susan and Alan sat quietly in the car as they rode home together.  Both
were in a daze.  There was little comment aside from Susan occasionally
saying things like, "Well that certainly was something, wasn't it?" Alan
tried to be noncommittal.  He was busy with thoughts of his own.  His
second appointment with Akami turned out to be everything he hoped it would
be and then some.  He was on the verge of realizing that Akami wasn't just
a very dedicated nurse who would do anything to help her patients, but was
pushing hard for sex with him.  He still hadn't quite gotten there,
however, simply because it was almost beyond his conception that an older,
experienced woman like Akami would ever be interested in a teenager like
him.  But what really puzzled him as he rode home was the behavior of his
mother.

   Alan stared serenely at his mother while she drove and then returned to
his thoughts.  He couldn't believe that she didn't seem to have a problem
with the appointment they just came from.  [The mother I thought I knew
would have been outraged and never returned again.  She probably would have
sued for extreme emotional distress.  Is she actually getting turned on by
it all?  She seemed to be getting kind of hot and bothered.  Hell, even I
noticed how her chest was heaving so excitedly.  It was like she couldn't
tear her eyes off of my penis.  But she's my mom. ...  However, she's
gorgeous!  What if she's willing to help me out with my treatment in any
way possible, and I do mean in any way?  Wow.  Impossible!]

   He tried to put these thoughts out of his mind, as his penis couldn't
take any more excitement.  However, Susan was thinking along the exact same
lines: [What has gotten into me?  That was the most powerfully erotic
experience I've ever had!  I haven't masturbated in like..., well, ever.  I
can't believe what I've been missing!  I know it's wrong to think about my
son's member, but if these appointments mean awakening my sexuality, isn't
that a good thing?  Couldn't this put some spice back into my marriage?  I
would never think about cheating on my husband, and I certainly would NEVER
think about actually ...  with my son ...  To actually...  For starters, to
touch his thing.  There, I said it.  To freely, wantonly, do such a nasty
thing.  But Akami says I should check it for abnormalities.  Wouldn't I be
a BAD mother if I didn't?  Wouldn't it be selfish of me if I don't do
everything she asks, for his benefit? ...  It's for his benefit, not
mine... I have to be a good mother...  But I feel so guilty...]
On the outside, she looked calm and collected.  But that was only a
show, and the car veered all over the road until they finally got home. 
Both mother and son immediately rushed to their rooms.  Susan, because she
decided she wanted to explore this new discovery of masturbation more
extensively, and in a "hands on" manner.  She explained to herself that if
she masturbated now, it would still only count as one time.  Alan, because

he was completely spent and just wanted to sleep.

   When Alan finally woke up from his daily nap, he mentally reviewed his
appointment with Akami as he laid there on his bed.  But that wasn't a good
idea since his penis wasn't feeling much better.  It hurt when it got hard.
He turned on the light and went to the computer.

   At that very moment, he heard a knock on the door, and Suzanne came in.
"How are you doing, Sweetie?  Ready for some more Internet fun?" She was
wearing a summer dress he'd never seen before.  It was dark green, which
went well with her emerald eyes.

   Oh no!  he thought.  [How can I turn down that offer?  But I have no
choice.  Dang!] "Aunt Suzy, I'd love to, but I have a really bad case of...
of the blue balls, I guess you'd call it."

   "Do you now?  Must have been some doctor's appointment!" She was very
pleased that the doctor's appointments were pushing Alan along sexually,
but she tried to hide the satisfaction from her voice.

   Alan moaned in frustration.  "Uggghhh!  Don't even bring that up.  It
hurts just to think about it!  Could we try later tonight, once I've had a
chance to recover?  I might be feeling better by then." Suzanne reluctantly
left after chatting with him a bit more.  By dinner, Alan did indeed feel a
lot better.  Suzanne again elected to share dinner with them.  She wanted
to be around more often to make sure Susan didn't chicken out in wearing
provocative clothing.  She also wanted to hear what happened at Alan's
medical appointment.  As they all shared just about everything with each
other, she didn't hesitate to ask about it in close detail.  Alan's penis
felt good and hurt good when he noticed the clothes that his mother,
sister, and Suzanne wore at dinner.  They all flaunted their assets, but
his mother stood out, especially given her past ways.

   She wore a shiny red leather outfit which looked like it was designed
for a high-class prostitute.  It was skin tight and hung on her body as if
she wasn't wearing anything at all.  He could see her nipples as clear as
day, and her boobs shook like Jell-O at the slightest movement.  His mouth
grew dry and he felt dizzy.  Suzanne had pushed her into wearing the
outfit, but even Suzanne was surprised at how quickly Susan had taken to
wearing such daring clothing.

   Stranger still was how Susan acted.  She looked extremely ashamed and
subdued, as if the scantily clad body seemingly designed for fucking
belonged to a different person and had somehow been mistakenly attached to
her wholesome face.  Throughout the meal she complained to Suzanne for
making her wear the outfit.  Yet somehow her bashfulness turned Alan on
even more, as if she was willing to do anything to please him, but also as
if she was forced to do it like a slave.

   Alan was the one who ended up explaining what happened with Akami. 
Katherine and Suzanne listened with intense interest.  Alan's version of
events was highly edited and censored, but Suzanne at least could read
between the lines and see that Susan had an intensely erotic experience,
especially given the way she silently reacted to the telling of the story.

   Susan mostly just squirmed and blushed in great embarrassment.  She
squished about as well, because she grew more and more aroused hearing
Alan's blow by blow account of the experience.  Even though he left out
many of the sexual details, Susan mentally filled in what she knew really
happened.

   The fact that Suzanne and Katherine kept pressing for many of those very
details didn't help matters.  Katherine said things like, "So wait a
minute, Big Brother.  You're telling me, the whole time you were there,
this pretty nurse was massaging your member?  And she did this in the
nude?!?"

   "Not exactly the whole time, and she wasn't exactly nude," he replied
sheepishly, red as a ripe tomato.  "She always kept her panties on." He
valiantly tried his hardest to steer the discussion from questions about
what his mother was doing or saying, and mostly succeeded.  Meanwhile,
Susan was so mortified, because of the outfit she'd been forced to wear if
nothing else, that the others had mercy on her and no one asked her any
questions.

   She thought to herself, [What's wrong with me?  Dressed like this? 
Thinking these thoughts?  All I can think about is my Tiger's thing being
so lovingly stroked by the good nurse.  I'll bet it's hard right now, under
the table there.  Tiger must be terribly excited right now, thinking about
the appointment in such detail.  I'll bet his thing could use some help
right now.  It must be throbbing in great pain, aching for release.  I
could be the one to stroke it at this very moment!  It's for his own good!]
She took some heavy breaths to calm down.  [There must be something wrong
with me.  Suzanne seems so calm and collected.  Katherine is her usual
giggly self.  I'm the only one dressed like a whore and thinking like a
slut about my own son.  I have to get my act together.  But I have to do it
on my own.  I can't let anyone know about my weakness or I'll die of
shame.]

   She was right about one thing: Alan was terribly excited and in great
need for release.  It was mostly due to Susan's top, cleverly designed to
cause her boobs to jiggle even more than if she'd been completely naked. 
Every move she made, even if it was just to lift a fork to her plate,
caused her boobs to bounce around wildly.  She was frustrated at all the
movement she was making and felt like there was a shining spotlight
pointing right at her chest, everyone staring at her.  But she didn't know
what to do.

   It was with great relief to Alan's penis that he left a short time later
to go watch an early movie with his friends Sean and Peter.  It helped too
that he took a cold shower before leaving.  He spent most of the evening
with his friends, yet not really with them.  Instead, he thought about
things like what his friends would think of his mother if they walked into
his house to pick him up to go somewhere, and saw her dressed the way she
was.  Even more consuming was the thought that Suzanne was waiting for him
to come back and take care of some "unfinished business."

   Once he left, Susan desperately wanted to talk to someone about her
problem, but there was no one she could confide in.  After much restless
agitation, she decided that if she went back to her room and "practiced"
her "breast exam" she might calm down.  She did, and she felt much better
after an intense orgasm caused just by playing with her tits.  But that
only satiated her lust in the short term.

   Suzanne lurked around the Plummer house after Susan went to her room. 
Like a spy on a secret mission, she wanted to know just how Susan felt
about her son.  So, after an impatient pause and when she thought the coast
was clear, she snuck up to Susan's bedroom and put her ear to Susan's door.
She heard the sound of moaning and bed springs squeaking.  She fled back to
her own house in a hurry.

   Back in her own bed with her husband out for the evening, Suzanne found
herself doing the same activity she'd just caught Susan doing.  As she
frigged herself, she thought, [I knew it!  I'm shocked, but not completely
shocked.  Susan has been so repressed that she's a volcano of passion, and
now she's starting to erupt.  She can't even control herself in the
slightest.  She's so fucking horny for Alan!  It's obvious!]

   [This certainly changes things.  My goal was to freak her out a bit so
she'd come running to me and practically beg me to help Alan with his
problem.  But that may not work as planned if she's falling deeply in lust
with him too.  So that's bad.  But on the other hand, maybe, just maybe, I
can realize my ultimate, impossible sexual fantasy: seduce not just Alan,
but Susan and Katherine too!  It seems too good to be true that I'm getting
this far with Alan, but I never would have expected the two of them would
react like this on top of it.  It's not just Susan; so secretly delighted
to wear that jiggly dress even though she loudly protested about it.  I saw
the way she was shaking her rack at every opportunity at dinner, even while
she looked consumed with guilt about it.  I thought she was a total prude
and never imagined this side of her at all.] [No, there's Katherine's
reaction too.  The way she was pumping Alan at dinner with questions about
how Akami stroked his penis.  Pumping is the perfect word!  She looked like
she could barely contain herself from reaching over and jacking him off
right at the dinner table.  I had her pegged all wrong.  I thought she was
another prude just like her mother.  How many years did I try to get Susan
to have an affair to spice up her life, and it was the one thing I could
never make her do.  I couldn't even get her to dress more sexily.  And now
she's practically attacking Alan.  It's so hot!  I can't stand it!]

   Suzanne was really assaulting her pussy now.  She shoved four fingers in
at once, and her whole body buckled with every thrust.  Her other hand
worked furiously on her clit.  But unlike Susan with her brain that fogged
over so easily, Suzanne was much better at keeping a cool head.  She
continued to simultaneously fantasize and scheme even as she grew more and
more aroused.  [Alan could be the door to all three of them.  I need to
develop and cultivate their lustful feelings for each other.  Then, one
day, we'll all be in bed together, all four of us!  If we're all on Alan,
it'll be natural for the touching between everyone to develop until us
women are all madly fucking each other as well.  It'll be glorious!  I
could move in with them, and, oh God!  Oh, too much!  Too much!  I can move
in with them and maybe, maybe even, oh, yes!  Maybe even marry Alan!  Oh
Lord God!  Yes!  Only I can marry him.  I'm the only one not related! 
Fuck! They'll have to agree.  Fuck yeah!  Oh!  Good God!  The fucking hunky
Alan, my fucking husband!  And Susan and Katherine my partners in bed!  Oh!
Lord!  One giant orgy, every day!  God yes!  Oh!  Aaaaiiiieeee!!!]

   Suzanne arched back and let out a loud wail as she had the best orgasm
she could remember in years.  As it went on, visions of all three Plummers
flashed in her head, one after another.  Mostly it was Alan, and then
Susan. Suzanne had a slight crush on Susan for years, but never pursued it
because she considered Susan just a tad less prudish than a nun with
lifelong chastity vows.  She'd never really had feelings for Katherine, but
certainly noticed her developing body.  Now she was amenable to the idea.
Suddenly very amenable.

   CHAPTER 2 (Wednesday, Oct.  9)

   Alan got back home late from the movie, and was disappointed to find
that he'd missed Suzanne.  She thought she'd let him twist in the wind a
little bit, since he'd made her wait.  The next day, everything seemed
perfectly normal: another day at school, and then a typical day at home
except for Susan and Katherine dressing more sexily.  He masturbated
several times in the afternoon as usual.

   He didn't see Suzanne at all that day, and worried that he'd miss her
altogether.  But when he got back from a quick trip to the grocery store
after dinner, Susan told him that Suzanne was in his room waiting for him
and had something she wanted to talk about.  Alan had a strong feeling that
maybe she wanted to do more than just talk.  As he walked up the stairs
towards his room, he had a scared and apprehensive feeling.  One part of
his brain said, [Don't let me go in there!] But on the other hand, a team
of wild horses couldn't have kept him out.

   Suzanne looked absolutely ravishing.  She now wore an elaborately
designed black silk kimono, which was different yet again from the sultry
outfit she was wearing at dinner.  She wore the kimono not for a love of
Japanese style, but strictly for the potential it had to open up in the
front.

   It was already about 9:00 PM by the time he met Suzanne, and Alan
reflected that this was probably the type of thing she wore just before
climbing into bed.  Just the thought of Suzanne getting into a bed was now
enough to get him horny.  Yet it was only days ago when he didn't have any
sexual thoughts about her at all.

   No sooner had they sat down than Suzanne took advantage of how the robe
opened in the front.  She leaned back and allowed a boob to fall out of the
kimono.  There was a wide sash across her midsection which kept the kimono
rather bound up, but she quickly worked to make sure that it "accidentally"
came undone.  Her hands began roaming over her kimono, and wherever they
went, the kimono opened up looser and looser.  Within minutes of the start
of their Internet porn viewing, both of her firm, round globes were
completely exposed, and her pussy was on display as well.

   Alan was half paying attention to the pictures this time, and with the
pictures on one hand, and the nearly naked Suzanne on the other, he was as
aroused as he could possibly be.  The flowery perfume she wore also excited
his senses.  Luckily, his penis wasn't hurting any longer.

   Suzanne turned to him and said, "Are the pictures working for you?" She
cupped a tit as she said this, and with the fingers from her other hand
traced the outline of the nipple on that tit.

   "Yes!" [But they don't excite me nearly as much as you do, Suzanne.  So
many bloody obvious questions these days.  Mmm.  And I love the way you
smell.  Must be strawberry shampoo.]

   "Show me how much they excite you, Sweetie," she said in a sultry voice.

   "Wh-what do you mean?"

   "We want to see the effect on your penis.  We want to see that very
much." Her fingers were now pulling her nipple out towards him, making her
tit look even more massive than it already was.

   We?  Alan wondered momentarily.  Once again, Alan was wearing short
shorts, and already had his penis hanging outside of them, far under the
desk.  It was already engorged with blood and liberally dripping pre-cum.
He scooted away from the desk and turned towards Suzanne.  His penis was
now in clear view, but he surprised himself with how bold he now felt. 
"Oops, it must have slipped out," he said, not very convincingly.

   "Oh, that's tragic!" she replied.  "Look how constrained you are in
those silly shorts.  You'd better take them off or they'll cut off your
circulation!"

   So he stood up and took his shorts off.  Now all he had on was a
T-shirt. The act of standing also put his erect penis mere inches from
Suzanne's face.  She was tempted to lean forward and suck on it, but she
also wanted to draw out his seduction as much as she could.  She leaned
forward just a little, causing his penis to bounce off of her cheek.

   "Sorry!" he nearly yelled.  He staggered backwards and nearly fell over.
He managed to get back into his chair.

   But she just wryly replied, "Be careful where you poke that thing." She
caressed the spot on her cheek where the penis had touched and then
shuddered, acting as if the mere touch had nearly given her an orgasm.  He
stood there awkwardly for a minute, and then finally sat back down. 
Suzanne also made a pretense at closing her robe, but it fell open again
nearly as soon as she'd finished closing it.

   She said to him, "Since what the doctor wants is prolonged sexual
stimulation, wouldn't it be better if you stimulated yourself while you
look at the pictures?  Don't mind me.  It won't bother me at all."

   "You sure you won't mind?" he said bashfully.  Both of his hands were on
his penis now, covering it up, but also subtly rubbing it.  He wanted
nothing more than to get some relief right away.

   "Why should I mind?  I'm just here to help you achieve your daily
target." She grasped at her tits with both hands, adding, "Don't mind me at
all.  My chest is sore and needs a little massage.  I think I'll just work
on that." Inwardly she was nearly delirious with delight.  [This is like a
dream come true!  If we've come this far, it's just a matter of time before
we go all the way.  I only have to remove Susan as an obstacle by getting
her so frazzled that she'll agree to anything I do with him.  Cruel, but
it's for her own good.  And I'm in love.  And in lust.  My Sweetie is such
a hunk, and so well hung!  Stroke it for me, Sweetie!  Think about my tits,
my pussy, my face.  Do it for me!]

   He began rubbing his penis, slowly at first.  Their chairs were facing
each other now, and there wasn't even a pretense of looking at the computer
screen.  She bent forward to look at him, which unfortunately blocked his
vision of her pussy, but also caused her kimono to fall completely down and
off of her back.  It lay bunched up around her waist.  Her hands now made
tender love to her own tits.  [No way,] he thought.  [I just cannot imagine
how perfect Aunt Suzy looks!  And her boobs are unreal!  No one has boobs
like that ...  except for my mother.] To his surprise, the thought of his
mother's boobs and then her jiggly red leather dress suddenly greatly
increased his horniness.  He was surprised because he didn't realize he
could even get any more aroused than he already was.

   "Feels good, doesn't it?" Suzanne said as she slowly jiggled her massive
melons, and shoved them forwards until they were inches from his face.  He
was tempted to lean forward and suck, but didn't know what to do and was
afraid of being chastised by her.  The pace of his rubbing increased.

   "Whoa, boy, slow down and enjoy it," she said, as she grabbed his hand
pumping his penis.  "You know what would feel even better?  Someone else's
hand.  The doctor said you need assistance to prevent chafing and what not.
Are you feeling chafed?"

   "Very." [Another easy question!] "Very chafed." The notion of chafing
sounded absurd, but he recalled that the doctor had actually warned it
could happen to him.

   She put a hand on his penis and asked, "Do you mind if I help you with
your problem like this, now and always?"

   That comment and the feeling of her cool, soft hand replacing his own
almost caused him to lose his load.  But with all of this masturbation and
mental stimulation lately, he was slowly building up a tolerance.  He let
go, and felt her tender hands replace his.  At first she did little more
than hold his penis gently with her hands.  She knew she had to be careful
to make this first experience last, as his control was nearly nonexistent
and he was right on the verge.

   "Suzanne?  You mean you're gonna give me a hand job?" Alan was so
excited that his voice cracked as he said the words "hand job." His voice
hadn't cracked in a long time, but lately it was doing it at the very most
embarrassing moments.  He suddenly felt like he was twelve years old, and a
complete idiot.

   Her suppressed laugh turned into a wry smile.  [This is so much fun! 
Like taking candy from a baby.] "Yes, I'm giving you a hand job.  I'm going
to jack you off."

   "Susan...  I meant!  Suzanne!  That feels so good.  Please help me. 
Help me every day..." he moaned.  "I could really use your help."

   She initially merely lightly fondled his penis, but the sensation of
another person's hands on his prick was so new that any touch was amazing
to him.  Then she placed a finger under the base of the head where he was
most sensitive, and began pressing and rubbing.

   The things she did with her hands brought him indescribable joy.  Alan
couldn't help but say, "Suzanne, your hands.  They're so good.  So soft. 
So smooth.  Oh, it feels so great!"

   "That's why the doctor wants nice, soft female hands wrapped around your
penis.  Not your own rough and calloused hands.  We can't have any chafing,
God forbid." She had a twinkle in her eye, barely suppressing a laugh over
the whole chafing idea.

   The pace slowly built up, until he was ready to blow.  His eyes remained
fixed on her swaying tits, but every now and then he would look up and see
her face staring lovingly into his, and nearly lose it.  Her face was
already inches from the tip of his penis, and she moved it even closer
until he could feel every breath on his skin.  She was sorely tempted to
swallow his pole deep into her mouth, but she held back.  She wanted to
savor his seduction.  And still he managed to hang on.

   "You're almost ready..." she cooed.  "Do it all over my big boobs." The
cum began to spew forth, and she pumped his penis for all she was worth.

   A minute or two later, they sat back in post-orgasmic bliss.  In actual
fact the hand job lasted no more than five minutes, but to Alan it seemed
like an eternity of bliss.  She said, "Wow, that was some Internet porn,
wasn't it?" They both had a good laugh.  Neither cared a flying fuck about
the pictures at this point.

   Alan wanted to blurt out, "I love you!" but once again decided silence
was the safest path.  His cum lay all over Suzanne's tremendous tits.  Even
more landed on her face.  Much of it had hit her right in her cleavage, and
he wanted desperately to take his hands and explore the depths of that deep
valley, rubbing his cum all over her mounds.  The fact that she was still
panting, causing her tits to heave, weakened his willpower ever further. 
But he dared not touch, not understanding what limits there might be. 
Others might have been much bolder, but he was too inexperienced and shy to
take the initiative.

   Suzanne again asked about his medical appointment earlier in the day,
and Alan again described it in intimate detail.  Now that he was so
aroused, his description was very different from the one he'd given at
dinner.  Before, the fact that Akami rubbed his penis was eventually
tortured out of him by repeated questions.  But now he freely described
Akami's ministrations in great detail and mentioned little else.  Soon
Alan's penis sprung to attention as he watched how she just let his cum
slowly dribble down her body while they casually had a conversation.

   Alan moved his hands towards his penis, but Suzanne said, "Don't touch
it just yet.  Leave that to me.  But since you got your pleasure I hope you
don't mind if I get off too." She thrust one of her fingers into her pussy,
unfortunately now hidden under her kimono.  He couldn't really tell what
was going on underneath, but he desperately wanted to find out.

   "Look, but don't touch," she chided.  "It's my great pleasure to give
you stimulation, Sweetie, but we can't go any farther than that.  So no
touching me.  After all, I'm your dear old Aunt Suzy, aren't I?  This body
has to remain off limits to you for ever and ever." [Or about a week,
whichever comes first,] she gleefully corrected herself in her private
thoughts.  "Now, no pouting, and tell me more about how you really felt at
the doctor's office today."

   As they talked, his jism continued to hang on her face and chest.  She
swiped a gob of Alan's cum off of her cum-splattered chest, and made a
great show of sucking it into her mouth with her free hand.  "Jesus!" she
said with great surprise.  "Has anyone ever told you how good your cum
tastes?"

   Suzanne had Alan retell his story to help get him hot, and that
certainly worked.  But now she plied him for information about what she
still didn't know: what happened to Susan during the appointment.  Alan
still tried to censor his story and protect his mother, but Suzanne kept
interrupting Alan's narrative to ask what Susan was doing, seeing, and even
thinking.  Suzanne was able to figure out pretty well everything that
happened to Susan, including all the "breast cancer checks." Even though
Susan had done little more than stand there and stare at Alan's penis, the
idea made Suzanne terribly excited.  [I can read between the lines.  Susan
is hot for her own son's cock!  I was so right!  That gets me so fucking
horny!]

   While Suzanne continued to lick up and eat his cum splattered on her
chest, she had him detail his thoughts throughout the appointment,
including his erotic feelings for Akami.  She also tried to get him to
divulge any possible sexual feelings for his mother.  This was the big
question for her now: her ultimate fantasy couldn't be realized unless Alan
had feelings for Susan and Katherine.

   So she asked him leading questions like, "I'll bet your mom looked
really hot as she stood there panting, her giant tits hanging out right in
front of you, staring hungrily at your penis.  Didn't that turn you on?"

   He had evasive answers like, "It's not like that, Suzanne.  She was just
doing what the nurse told her to."

   Suzanne kept pressing, trying to get him to confess some attraction. 
She began rubbing his penis again, to further break down his resistance. 
"Oh, come on, Sweetie, you have to admit she looked sexy.  Are you saying
your mother isn't beautiful?  Is that what you want me to tell her?"

   "No!" he cried in agitation.  "Don't tell her anything!  Please? 
Promise?  It's not like that!" He sweated profusely, as if he was being
tortured under interrogation.

   Suzanne stroked his penis even more aggressively.  "I won't tell her
anything.  Your secret is safe with me.  But you have to admit she looked
hot.  Don't you think she got really horny, fondling her tits while eating
your penis up with her eyes?"

   "She looks attractive, okay?"

   Suzanne grew more excited herself.  "Don't you think, after watching
Akami jack you off for so long, Susan would be curious to jack you off
herself?  Wouldn't you like her to do to you what I'm doing right now, wrap
her soft hands around your prick and make it feel incredibly good?"

   "Please don't ask me these questions!  It's freaking me out!" So Suzanne
laid off, and he never really answered any of these questions.  But she
could tell by his nervousness and physical reaction that he had a thing for
his mother.  The mere mention of his mother's tits seemed to cause his
penis to twitch and grow even harder, if it was possible to get any harder
than it already was.

   By the time Alan got near the story's end, Suzanne had one finger busy
in her pussy and the other hand busy around his penis.  Alan's hands didn't
know what to do.  He finally reached out to touch her leg to push away her
kimono so he could see where her fingers were going, but she said,
"Tut-tut! Now, what did I say about touching?"

   So he just sat back and enjoyed all the incredible sensations.  Suzanne
quietly came before he did, without him even knowing, turned on by thoughts
of Susan at the appointment and imagining her fantasies realized as much as
the penis before her.  She was very surprised as she'd never cum just from
giving a hand job.

   When Alan got to the part where Susan went missing for ten minutes or
so, Suzanne suggested, "I'll bet she was too hot.  I'll bet she was really
fucking horny.  She had to do it to herself in the bathroom, and finger
fuck her burning pussy!  She got off on the thought of your hungry cock
filling her tight little hole!"

   That did it for Alan.  A few days earlier he couldn't even imagine
Suzanne saying the word "fuck." His penis began to rumble and roar.

   Suzanne bent down and said, "Let's not make another mess.  Aim for my
mouth!" He shot at her face from inches away.  She drank the jism that hit
her square in the mouth, without actually touching his penis with her lips.
She still wanted to save that experience for another time.  The rest of his
load ended on her cheeks and chin.

   "That's just what Akami did!" said Alan as he came down off of his
erotic high, recalling how his cum drenched the pretty nurse only hours
earlier.  Akami didn't open her mouth and have much of his load shoot
directly into it, but she did take it all over her face, and ended up
looking just like Suzanne now did.  Except Suzanne now had the better part
of two of his big loads dripping down her face and chest.  She was drenched
in cum, and loving it.  Mostly she loved the taste, and wanted more.  The
idea of giving Alan a blow job practically made her salivate in
anticipation.

   Suzanne, however, didn't appreciate the comparison to Akami.  She
griped, "Yeah, but I'm twice the woman she'll ever be, so don't compare me
to that slut who thinks she's a nurse!" She said this proudly but also a
bit angrily.  "And remember," she said now in a nicer tone, "your mother
may be a sexy woman.  She may be even having horny thoughts about you,
though she probably doesn't know or understand them herself.  But she's
your mother, you understand?"

   "Yes, ma'am," said Alan dejectedly.

   "Sexual contact between you and her is wrong.  That's what I'm for.  If
you ever get horny thoughts about your mother, your sexy little sister, or
anyone else, come to me, and I'll make sure you get satisfied.  Very
satisfied.  Sweetie, the way your cum tastes, I don't think you'll have any
trouble getting me to help you again.  Show some willpower, and don't let
your mother give you anything more than a hand job or blow job.  Is that
clear?"

   "Uh, yeah." After a pause, the full realization of what she said sunk
in. "Blow job?!?" he exclaimed out loud.  [No one's ever given me a blow
job!  It's like Suzanne is saying, "Fuck your mother, but not on alternate
Wednesdays!" Could my mom actually have sexual thoughts about me, or be
willing to help out with a blow job or hand job or something like that?  No
frigging way!]

   Suzanne added, "We all have to do our part to help you with your
ailment, don't we?  Your mom is going to have to help out too, though she
doesn't realize it yet.  If you don't know what a blow job is like, don't
worry, I think I can arrange a practical demonstration very soon." These
ideas were too much for Alan, and he thought Suzanne was just saying them
to turn him on.  Little did he know that Suzanne was now trying to set him
up with his own mother.

   Alan may have been done physically, but Suzanne still wasn't.  She was
already ready for another climax.  She fingered herself beneath her kimono
and her boobs jiggled and heaved in an increasing pace.  Alan watched and
listened with rapt attention as she began to loudly moan.  She nearly
yelled, "Oh...  oh...  oh!  Ooooohhhh!" as she fingered herself to a second
climax.  Alan couldn't get enough of the sexy sight, even though he was
flaccid and too shy to join in.

   There was sweat and cum all over the place, especially all over Suzanne,
and they both looked completely drained.  The intoxicating smell of
Suzanne's perfume was now replaced with the sweaty smell of sex, from both
Alan and Suzanne's copious cum.  "Do you know what that was?" she said when
she was done.  "That was a female orgasm.  That's God's way of thanking me
for helping you out.  But as for now, why don't we get cleaned up a bit? 
Then you can get some rest, since you have a big day tomorrow."

   "I do?" Alan couldn't think of what it could be.

   "You do.  After all, I have some new things to teach you and your penis.
Doctor's orders," she said as she winked at him.  She opened her mouth to
the shape of an "O" and bobbed her head forwards and backwards, pretending
she was sucking him off.  Alan still couldn't get a rise from his overtaxed
penis, but his heart pounded like a hammer.  "This is all about preventing
chafing, isn't it?" she joked.

   CHAPTER 3

   By the time Suzanne left Alan's room it was about 10:00 PM.  Alan
thought the excitement of his day was over, but his sister had other ideas.
She had put her ear to the door and listened to what Suzanne had been doing
to Alan.  It made her very horny and excited.  Actually, since her room was
almost directly across the hallway from Alan's, she'd been paying a lot of
attention to what was going on in his room lately.  The walls were fairly
soundproofed, but if one put an ear to Alan's door, one could just barely
follow the conversations and hear other noises.

   Katherine could tell how much fun Suzanne was having helping Alan, and
wanted to have some more fun herself.  [I'll just tease him a little bit,]
she thought.  She turned on her stereo loudly, kept her door open a crack,
and hoped he soon would come by.  Alan fell directly into the trap about
twenty minutes after Suzanne left when he got up to brush his teeth and get
ready for bed.

   Alan said through Katherine's door, "Hey Sis, what's with all the noise?
I'm about to go to bed, so could you keep it down?"

   "Bed?  It's Friday night and not that late," she replied.

   "I know, but I don't have any social plans and I always feel tired."

   "I can't hear you, Big Brother.  The music.  Can you come in?"

   So Alan opened the door and walked in.  He was greeted by the sight of
his sister in her cheerleader outfit, practicing her cheerleading routine
to the beat of a funky song by James Brown.  He pulled up a chair and sat
down not far from the door, and asked, "Sis, what are you doing practicing
your routines at 10:00 on a Friday night?  Don't you have anywhere to go
either?"

   She spoke as she continued to dance, "Some guy asked me out, but I'm so
bored at going out with all those losers.  I'd rather be here with you.  As
for why I'm doing my routine now - have you noticed how hot the weather is
lately?  And we must be the richest people in town to not have an air
conditioner.  So it's cooler to do it later in the evening.  Even now I'm
burning up with sweat.  But hey, since you're here, could you do me a
favor?"

   "Sure.  Shoot."

   "Can you watch my routine and give me some feedback?"

   "That's all?  Sure. ...  What do I have to look for?  You've never asked
me to do this before so I don't know what you need."

   "Just look for mistakes.  If you don't notice it, then it isn't much of
a mistake.  And watch for general demeanor, rhythm, and enthusiasm."

   "Okay.  Sounds easy."

   So Alan sat and watched his sister do her routines.  She put her all
into it and tried to show herself off as sexily as she possibly could. 
Once she got going, she was disappointed that she didn't have the courage
to take her bra and panties off before luring him in.  But shortly after
she started, Susan stopped by, peeked her head in, and said that they'd
have to turn the music way down, because she was going to bed.  Susan's
bedroom was just down the hall, and the sound could carry that far.

   But Katherine wouldn't be stopped so easily.  She got Alan to relocate
with her to the basement, where she could continue dancing to the music
without bothering her mother.

   "This is actually a better place to practice in," she said.  "More room
to move around.  But it's so stuffy in here.  So hot.  Do you mind if I get
down to just wearing my underwear?"

   "Um, okay," said an uncertain Alan.  "But do you think it's really...  I
mean...  Do you think mom..." He was having a hard time expressing his
concern directly, which was, [Is this an appropriate activity between
siblings?]

   But Katherine got the gist and said, "Alan, if you're thinking something
isn't appropriate about this, remember that I'm supposed to help you get
aroused, right?  So no problem.  I'm sure this doesn't compare to the stuff
Suzanne is showing you lately, and anyways it's just the same as wearing a
bikini."

   Alan decided to just let the topic go, and sit back and watch.  He
certainly didn't want to discuss what was happening between him and
Suzanne. He could have mentioned that in fact he'd never even seen her in a
true bikini before, since she always dressed so conservatively.  But it was
as if the Katherine he knew was someone else, because she danced around
even more sexily now, and really put on a show for Alan.  She stood mere
feet from him, and constantly stared into his eyes.  Alan thought, [Shit,
it's like a strip show with pompoms!]

   This was as far as Katherine thought she might go.  But going this far,
she decided she wanted to get completely naked or have Alan take off some
of his clothes.  What she really wanted was to have Alan get an orgasm one
way or another.  But she was too shy to move things any further.  Then an
idea occurred to her.

   She announced her practice was done, and got some feedback from Alan. 
He was polite and gave her some nice compliments.  He then made to go, but
she stayed and didn't even turn the music off.  "Hey Little Sis, aren't you
going to bed now?" Alan asked as he headed towards the stairs.

   "No, I'm not done, Big Bro.  I've still got some routines to do that I'm
too shy to do in front of you.  They're kind of extra sexy."

   "Oh.  Okay," said Alan.  "Good night." He walked up the stairs.  But on
his way out, he realized that the stairs were completely dark, and the
perfect place to spy on his sister.  His sister was trying to get him to
spy, and once again he fell into her trap.  Curiosity naturally got the
best of him, and he decided to stay at the top of the stairs for another
minute, explaining to himself, [I have to see what routines are so sexy
that she couldn't even show me.  I thought the ones she just did were as
sexy as it could possibly get.]

   Katherine was extremely nervous.  Alan was barely out of the room when
she said out loud, "God, it's so hot!" and took off her bra.  [I can't
believe I'm doing this!] she thought.  [What's gotten into me?  This isn't
right.] But even as she thought these things, her hands pulled down her
panties as if the hands were controlled by someone else.

   Then she began doing her cheerleading routine completely nude.  Alan
still lingered at the top of the stairs, looking down from the darkness. 
He wasn't sure if she could see him, so he bent down and kept his head just
barely peering over a railing.  If she did look his way, he could duck down
and get out of the area completely within seconds.  There really were no
extra sexy routines, as she'd done them all for him earlier.  But the fact
that his sister was naked made Alan forget all about judging how sexy the
moves were.  It was all beyond arousing, now.

   Katherine did all her naked routines facing away from the stairs, hoping
that she wouldn't scare him off, if he was in fact there at all.  She was
dying to know if he was watching, but had no way of knowing.  [God, I feel
like a total idiot,] she thought.  [No way would I do this if I didn't
think he was watching - my boobs bounce around far too much.  But why do I
want him to watch?  If he's watching me, won't he think I'm some kind of
slut?  I'm totally ruining my reputation.  What the hell?  Am I crazy?  My
God - what if he tells his friends about this?  No, he would never do that.
But I feel so hot, just thinking that he might be watching me and getting
turned on looking at me.  Maybe he's even masturbating on the stairs, as he
looks at me.  But what if he is?  I don't want him to fuck me, do I?  He's
my brother!]

   Katherine's thoughts were spot on, because after a few minutes of
watching his sweaty and naked sister gyrate lewdly with her pompoms, Alan
unzipped his shorts and began stroking his meat.  [I shouldn't be doing
this looking at my sister,] he thought guiltily.  [But how on Earth can I
pass up this opportunity?  What if I just pretend she's someone else?  I
mostly can't see her face since her back is turned.  What if I pretend
she's one of the other cheerleaders, like Amy?]

   But it was the fact that it was his sister and not some other
cheerleader that gave his feelings a special intensity, and on some deeper
level he realized that.  Nevertheless, he couldn't stop watching, even
though he knew he had to stop.

   As she got over the shock of being naked, she started to do her routines
more enthusiastically.  Knowing where Alan had to be if he was watching,
she made her moves conscious of what she'd be showing in that direction. 
In particular, she focused on routines where she could bend way over and
show him her butt, or spread her legs.  She did the splits frequently, from
front and back.  And just about every routine had her jumping around, her
tits bouncing wildly.

   Soon Alan really had to cum, and didn't know what to do about it, as he
didn't have his usual tissues or cloth to shoot into.  He was desperate
though to do something fast, and decided to go into his T-shirt as a last
resort.  But before he actually shot his wad, he heard his mother shouting.
"Alan?  Katherine?  Where are you?  Don't you want to go to bed?"

   Alan immediately hopped up, stuffed his erect penis back into his
shorts, and scurried back up the stairs to the second floor.  "I was just
downstairs," he said loudly to his mom, once he was closer to his mother's
room.  "Katherine is down there too, but she'll be coming up shortly, I
think."

   Katherine could also hear what Susan was shouting and from that she knew
that Alan wasn't in his room.  [My God!  He was down here, watching me!  He
had to have been!  No way!]

   She fell to the ground and began furiously fingering her pussy.  [This
is so wrong.  So very wrong. ...  God is going to punish me for this...]

   CHAPTER 4 (Thursday, Oct.  10)

   The next morning, Suzanne thought, [It's time for a serious talk with
Susan.  I'll soothe her feelings about all these changes, and push her
further into incest at the same time, heh-heh.] She looked at her best
friend dressed only in black spandex exercise clothes.  The two of them
were finishing off their morning exercises, which they did most every day
in the basement of Susan's house.  There was practically enough exercise
equipment there to fill a professional gym.  With a lot of free time on
their hands, Susan and Suzanne worked diligently to keep their bodies in
peak condition.  And they worked out in private because they were tired of
all the gawking (from both men and women) at their perfect bodies whenever
one or both of them went to a public gym.

   Suzanne was frankly as surprised as everyone else at the change that had
come over her best friend, and pinched herself in glee.  Susan always had a
certain uptight vibe to her, but lately she'd seemed very carefree and
happy.  Now that Suzanne was convinced that Susan had incestuous feelings
for her son, she was surprised that Susan wasn't at least more visibly
wracked with guilt and torn by indecision.  [She must be deceiving
herself,] Suzanne finally decided.  [She's experiencing all the joy of
sexual liberation and fantasy but hasn't actually given any serious thought
to potential real life consequences because she doesn't fully admit that
she has feelings for Alan or that he has feeling for her.  She's going to
be in for a real surprise soon when she has to fully admit her feelings and
motives.]

   Suzanne found herself torn about the idea of Susan and Alan getting
physical together.  On one hand, she wanted Alan all to herself.  Divorcing
her husband and marrying Alan instead was a constant fantasy of hers, even
as she realized the odds of Alan marrying a woman twenty one years older
than him were slim.  But on the other hand, she was also very turned on by
the idea of Susan getting it on with her son.  And she felt she was doing
Susan a big favor by sexually liberating her.  Suzanne looked at her friend
on the adjacent exercise machine, stretching her legs out and then pulling
them close to her chest, over and over again.  It was a piston-like
movement, just like fucking.

   [Susan's like me, she just doesn't know it.  She can deny it and push
away all of the countless guys who try to get in her pants, but that
doesn't erase the fact that her body is built for one thing.  Fucking. 
Just like mine.  At least I recognize it, and don't limit myself to that
tiny prick my husband's got.  Of course she's covered up like an Afghan
woman because the number of suitors after her would stretch down the
street. It's too bad she got married barely out of high school and never
had any chance to play the field.  But it's not too late for her.  We may
just end up best friends AND lovers.  Wouldn't that be sweet?  And sharing
Alan between us?  I just have to play my cards right.]

   [Actually, I'm not sure if I really have to do anything at all.  This
six times a day is such a powerful setup.  Susan and Katherine can do all
kinds of incestuous things with Alan and still convince themselves that
it's for the good of his treatment.  Hopefully it's just a matter of time
before Katherine and Susan knuckle under.  Even more hopefully, my own
knuckles will be involved, heh-heh!  No father at home, everyone walking
around nearly naked, no other sexual outlets...  They're both so sexually
repressed that the taste of forbidden fruit is all the sweeter for them. 
It's irresistible.  And Alan's a good kid who normally wouldn't think any
nasty thoughts at all.  But when a beautiful - no, make that gorgeous -
woman throws herself at you, what male teenager would resist that?  Nobody.
And if several throw themselves at you, no way can he say no.  The fact is,
rich people like us fuck whomever we want.  I just have to push things a
bit here and there to make sure it happens.  The Plummer family orgy! 
Yes!]

   The only problem Suzanne had was she felt bad lying to Susan and keeping
her real intentions hidden.  Suzanne was a natural schemer, but over the
years she'd come to trust Susan with everything.  It was like Susan was the
conscience Suzanne sometimes lacked.  But now she was essentially cheating
on her own conscience.  She tried to tell herself that she was doing it for
Susan's own good, but the fact was, she knew deep down that she'd do it
anyways, just to get Alan.  She would stop at nothing to get Alan.  Her
life was boring and in a rut with no end in sight until she fell in love
with Alan, and now all her future hopes depended on him.

   Suzanne spoke aloud, "Susan!  I'm all done here.  Are you?"

   "Yeah.  That was really invigorating." Both of them wiped sweat off
themselves with towels, and began stretch down exercises.

   "Susan, can I ask you a personal question?"

   "Sure, shoot."

   "Do you masturbate?"

   "Hey!  That's a VERY personal question!" Susan suddenly stopped her
stretching.  "And by the way, the answer is no!"

   "I think you're lying.  I think you do," Suzanne said boldly.  "It's no
big deal.  We all do it.  Its just some people are willing to admit it, and
some can't." Suzanne was nearly certain of the answer based on Alan's
description of the appointment with Akami and how Susan disappeared into
the bathroom for a long time when the appointment was over.

   Susan thought about the fact that she'd never masturbated until
yesterday.  She was so sheltered that she was almost an adult when she
first learned women could even do that sort of thing.  Since the
appointment with Akami she'd been making up for lost time, and had even
masturbated herself to sleep.  She'd managed to swear off any masturbation
so far since waking, but nonetheless felt another "breast exam" might be in
order very soon.

   "Well, okay, so what if I do?  What business is it of yours?  It's a
very private and personal thing!"

   "I'm just curious what you've been thinking about lately when you're
masturbating, that's all."

   "SuzaaaAAAaane!  No WAY!  That's way too personal!" She blushed
profusely and closed her eyes in shame as she recalled some of her recent
sinful thoughts involving Alan.

   Both of them moved to sit down, and drink some water left out on a
nearby counter.

   "I know.  I'm sorry," said Suzanne contritely.  "It's just that...  I'm
sure these last couple of weeks have been very trying for you, ever since
Alan began his treatment.  After hearing about what happened in the
appointment with Akami, it sounds like you were put in a very difficult
position."

   Susan turned a deeper shade of red.  She had no way to respond to that.
The use of the phrase "difficult position" made her think of her position
on the floor of the medical office bathroom frigging herself, and only
increased her shame.  She felt like she would die of embarrassment.

   "Don't worry," Suzanne pressed on, "I think you've been performing
brilliantly in a very difficult situation.  Normally, no mother ever gets
put in the kind of situation that you've been forced into.  I mean, I know
you would NEVER do anything incestuous with your son."

   "Never!" said Susan, with a wild desperation in her voice.

   "I know, I know.  Relax."

   Susan seemed overcome with emotion and needed to compose herself. 
Suzanne had some errands to run anyways, so they agreed to meet later by
the backyard pool and continue their conversation then.

   CHAPTER 5 (Thursday, Oct.  10)

   They lay on lawn chairs by the pool in the early afternoon.  Susan wore
a brand new two-piece bikini, a new gift from Suzanne.  It was the first
true bikini she'd owned.  It had a relatively conservative cut, almost like
a sports bra, but it was a drastic change from her older one-piece suit
that seemed intentionally designed to hide all of her charms.  Suzanne also
had a two-piece bikini, but she only put the bottoms on.  Susan was duly
shocked, but Suzanne managed to convince her into thinking it wasn't a big
deal.  After Susan got over that initial shock, Suzanne slid her bikini
bottom down as far as decency would allow, right up to the edge of her
bush.

   Suzanne in particular covered her alabaster skin with the strongest
suntan lotion she could find.  She wasn't interested in getting a tan - she
only wanted to talk to Susan while they were both nearly naked.

   Eventually Suzanne got around again to the earlier conversation.  "Like
I was saying downstairs, you've been doing well, considering everything. 
But still, you're forced to cope with his penis.  Thinking about it, being
close to it, even touching it.  That can be very trying."

   "Yes," said Susan, now in a drained tone.  "So very trying.  You
understand just how I feel."

   "So here's what I recommend.  You have to make a mental separation
between Alan and his penis.  Think of the penis in the abstract.  It could
be anyone's penis.  Your husband's penis, for instance.  Think about the
penis as a purely physical thing, as a medical thing.  The fact that it's
attached to Alan is just a side issue.  Just like your teeth have to be
brushed every day, Alan's penis is something that needs to reach orgasm
every day, six times a day.  If no one else can help, then it's the duty of
people like you and me to massage it or suck it so it can achieve release,
and Alan can be fully healthy."

   "Are you saying...  I should put my mouth on my son's ...  private
organ?" Susan had a dazed look on her face, still too prim to even use the
word "penis." She even managed to avoid saying the word "suck,"

   "That's your problem!  Don't think of it as your son's penis.  Just
think of it as a penis in the abstract.  Put a different face to it.  Put
your husband's face to it, if that helps.  Draw the line between helping
your son and incest.  Incest is having intercourse.  That's a totally
different thing.  As long as you don't get emotionally or even romantically
tied up in it, there's no harm in just providing some relief for him.  Even
nurse Akami said so.  Think of when you go to a professional masseuse.  You
have a strange person put their hands all over you, and touch you in sexual
places, like the ass.  But that's okay, because it's not done in the spirit
of sexuality.  It's done for the purpose of getting the muscles to relax."

   "Incest is just intercourse..." Susan repeated in a daze, like someone
being brainwashed.

   "So that's how I think of it, anyways," continued Suzanne.  "You know
that I'm also very close to Alan.  He's almost family to me, too.  Since
he's not your natural son, how different are our situations, really?  But
I've decided that I would be remiss as his friend if I don't give him a
hand job or blow job whenever he needs one.  And starting today, that's
exactly what I plan to do, if I can have you permission." Suzanne thought
it prudent not to mention that she had in fact already started giving Alan
hand jobs the day before.

   "You wouldn't!" said Susan, still dazed.  "And could you please put your
top back on?  It's distracting!"

   "Are you saying I shouldn't?  Are you saying I should just let him
suffer until he develops some abnormality on his penis from all the
self-abuse?  Or gives up with the treatment?  You heard what the doctor
said he needs.  He still has no girlfriend - I have to help him out!  You
should too."

   Susan just sat quietly, taking all of it in.  So Suzanne noted the lack
of an objection, and continued, "That's why I was asking you what you
masturbate about.  It's okay to have a little fun, get a little pleasure
from helping him out even, as long as one keeps things in perspective.  Why
not?  It sounds like the nurse was enjoying HERself.  But if you or I start
thinking about Alan in a romantic way, then that's what's unhealthy.  Then
people can lose control and cross boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. 
For instance, kissing is a romantic thing.  There's no need for that in
helping him with his problem.  But I've had a lot of affairs.  To me, one
man, one penis, was pretty much just the same as the other.  If I take that
kind of attitude with Alan, and keep firm boundaries to prevent
intercourse, then there's no harm.  In his heart he still can't think of
anyone but Christine and this will be good practice for when they finally
get together.  Which they will, eventually.  Or someone like her, someone
his age.  That's what he needs."

   Suzanne's comments were filled with things she didn't really believe,
but Susan apparently bought it all.  It was like giving a feast to a
starving woman, giving support to all of Susan's careful justifications. 
She responded, "Yeah, I know."

   "So will you think about what I said?  You're not thinking about Alan in
a romantic way, are you?"

   Again Susan got very red in the face.  "No!  Of course not!  Don't even
suggest it!  I'm just thinking about the, uh, ...  penis...  You know, the
penis in the abstract." Susan told her friend just about everything, but
decided that her recent sinful thoughts about Alan was one thing she could
never explain.  To herself, she thought, [I'm not thinking about him
romantically.  I'm just curious about things like blow jobs and his face
keeps showing up in the confusion from these appointments with Akami.]

   "That's good then.  Keep it abstracted.  Then you have nothing to worry
about.  Of course there are some things that we should keep secret, because
other people wouldn't understand all the complexities of the situation. 
But that doesn't mean we would be doing anything shameful.  In fact, Alan
told me that Akami strongly recommended that you regularly massage his
penis once a week, checking for abnormalities.  Is that not so?"

   "Yes, I guess."

   "Okay, then!  So will you think about what I've said?"

   "I'll think about it."

   "Good."

   "But I was thinking that, uh, maybe it's better that you do his weekly
checks."

   "Me?" Suzanne laughed like that was a ridiculous idea.  "I wouldn't know
the first thing about what to check for.  Akami showed you what to do.  I
could go in to the doctor's office sometime and she could show me what to
do, but until then it's better if you do it."

   "But Suzanne, it's really not that difficult..."

   Suzanne interrupted, "We can discuss this later.  I'm going to close my
eyes and take a little rest.  And once we're done here I'm going to go find
out what he's up to.  I think it's time he learns how good a pretty woman
can make him feel.  Within limits, of course!"

   Suzanne pretended to sleep as a way to cut off the conversation, now
that she'd accomplished what she wanted.  She considered Susan jacking Alan
off a vital part of her overall scheme, and that if it wasn't discussed and
time moved forward, Susan would be forced to do it when the date came for
lack of anyone else able to do it.

   So Susan was left alone with her thoughts.  She still couldn't really
fathom what her friend had just told her.  The fact that Susan said she was
about to go off and play with Alan's penis hardly registered, compared to
everything else.  [Lord, is this some kind of test?  Give me strength,
Lord. Please!  Why is this happening to me?]

   Susan was lost in a reverie, contemplating "the penis in the abstract"
when her thoughts were broken by the sound of another voice.  "Wow, you two
look really good." Susan realized with a horrified start that it was Alan,
standing just a few feet away from them.

   She turned her head and looked up.  "Alan?  What are you doing here? 
How long have you been standing there?" She'd lost all track of time and
Alan had just returned from school.  Susan was mortified that he might have
heard them talking about his penis.

   "I just got here a second ago.  Why, is there something private going
on?"

   Susan was relieved to hear that, but still shaken up.  "Yes there is. 
Can't you see Suzanne is nude sunbathing?"

   Alan looked over at Suzanne's tits, as Suzanne lay "sleeping" face up.
In fact, those exposed tits were his main reason he'd come out to the pool
side in the first place, so he could get a closer look.  He also wanted to
see his mother's new bikini.  But he felt bashful in the face of his
mother's prudishness.  He gawked and said dumbly, "Yes, I can see that."

   Suzanne came to the rescue, suddenly not so asleep after all.  "Chill
out Susan," she said.  "I don't mind if you look, Sweetie.  It's just
topless, for crying out loud.  Millions go to public beaches like that
every day.  After all, we're trying to sex things up, right?"

   Alan smiled nervously and sat down on an empty lawn chair, and Susan let
the situation be.  But she was far from comfortable about the propriety of
it all.

   Alan put on sunglasses, and kicked back on his chair, staring at the two
knockouts from behind his glasses.  He tried to act cool and casual, but
really he was full of nervous butterflies.  However, the sunglasses gave
him some confidence by hiding his eyes, and he said, "Suzanne, it goes
without saying that you look really good topless at all.  But mom, you also
look stunning.  Wow.  I love your bikini."

   Suddenly Susan felt much better.  She stared at the bulging crotch in
Alan's swimsuit from behind the anonymity of her own sunglasses.  Bursting
at the seams was the perfect description, because that's exactly what it
was doing.  She couldn't tear her eyes away.  All the while, she said to
herself, [The penis in the abstract.  The penis in the abstract.  That is
not Alan's penis.  Penis in the abstract...]

   Later in the afternoon Suzanne went back to Alan's room and gave him
another hand job.  She more or less woke him up from his nap to give it,
but Alan didn't mind, especially when she said "I hope you don't mind if I
come and help you out every day around this time."

   Susan had been oblivious that Suzanne had already started doing this to
Alan, but now she was acutely aware just what the two of them did together.
She was agitated and frazzled about it the rest of the afternoon.  They
shared everything, literally everything, even the intimate details of
Suzanne's affairs.  Susan wanted to know exactly what happened with Alan,
but was afraid to ask.

   After dinner, when the two of them were alone at the dining room table
playing cards, Suzanne brought it up.  "By the way, I wanted to say thanks
for letting me help out with Alan."

   Susan's eyes went wide.  She was bursting with curiosity, but struck
mute.  "Um, yeah."

   Knowing that Susan was too proper to ask anything more, Suzanne boldly
told her what she wanted to hear.  "I don't know if I should tell you, but
I can't help it.  Do you realize what a big, thick penis your son has?  It
felt so good in my hands.  And you should have seen his expression when..."
She continued to explain exactly what happened with Alan, blow by blow. 
Susan listened raptly, looking like she'd been hit by a truck.  She never
interrupted, but just absorbed it all in.

   When Suzanne was done, she made an excuse to go and returned home. 
Susan immediately rushed back to her room.  She decided another "breast
exam" was in order.

   CHAPTER 6 (Friday, Oct.  11)

   Friday at school, Alan was impatient and distracted, as was par for the
course lately.  All he could think about was the prospect of Suzanne giving
him another hand job in the afternoon.

   Suzanne too was equally impatient and excited at the prospect.  In fact,
she decided she couldn't even wait until he finished his afternoon nap. 
She lingered at the Plummer house most of the day, and when she heard the
sounds of him entering the house from the garage and heading towards his
room, she lit off after him.

   He'd barely closed the door and put down his backpack when she came
bursting in.  "Alright Alan, I'm hot, I'm horny, and I'm here to show you a
good time.  Are you ready for something new?" She was wearing some fancy
clothes, the better to take them off sexily in short order.

   "Uh...  yeah!" [This sure beats the homework I'm working on!] "What's
uh...  What gives?"

   "Your mother and I have been discussing this some more, and she's agreed
that I could give you blow jobs as well as hand jobs.  After all, the mouth
is easier on your penis than a rough pair of hands." This was true - the
two of them had discussed the topic extensively earlier in the day. 
Suzanne looked for every opportunity she could to talk about Alan's penis
with Susan, and it predictably drove her crazy with desire.

   Suzanne continued, " She's agreed that it's best if I give you a blow
job whenever and where ever you need one.  At least until she's ready to
help giving them too.  And I think you need one right now, don't you?"

   "Well, um..." He did a double take and stared at her in amazement.  "She
agreed to WHAT?"

   Suzanne invented the bit about Susan wanting to give blow jobs as well,
but figured that white lie could help push things along.  "Don't play coy
with me, buster.  Sit on the bed and take off your pants right now or the
train is gonna leave the station without you!"

   Alan knew when to do what he was told.  He plopped himself down on the
bed and nervously fumbled at his shorts.

   "Actually, I take that back.  Let me do that for you." She unzipped his
shorts.  His penis sprang out through the hole where the zipper had just
been.  "Ah, what do we have here, peeking out?" Suzanne kneeled down
between Alan's legs.  "What's its name?  Does it want to come out to play?"

   She pulled his shorts off completely, and cradled his hardness in her
hands.

   "Oh wait!  I almost forgot - you need visual stimulation.  I'm under
doctor's orders to provide it." Without getting off of her knees, she
proceeded to take her clothes off, but in the most prolonged and seductive
way she could think of.  She undid her dress shirt and blouse but kept them
on, then pushed them up and pulled her mammoth tits out from below.

   She looked up at Alan and noticed that he was just beginning to stroke
his dick.  "Tut-tut," she chastised him as she wagged a finger.  "Hold you
horses until I'm naked and then I'll take care of that for you.  Do you
want to permanently damage your penis or what?"

   She pulled her skirt up and bunched it around her waist.  Because she
was unencumbered by any panties or bra, he could see her pussy quite
clearly from just a couple of feet away.  She whispered to him in a husky
voice, "My tits are just aching to get out of these heavy clothes.  And my
pussy.  It makes me so hot to show it to you.  I just want to get all naked
for you!  Do you mind if I show you my naked body?" She closed her eyes and
turned her head so Alan wouldn't feel shy to give her a good look.  Ever so
slowly, she took her clothes all the way off, until finally she was left
wearing nothing more than her high heeled shoes.  She knew how sexy high
heeled shoes could make the muscles of the legs appear, and she resolved to
keep them on whenever possible if Alan was around.

   For really the first time, Alan saw Suzanne completely in the buff,
although she'd been very close in recent days.  She luxuriated in his
attention, and flaunted her body.  She said to him, "As the man, your goal
is to make your woman wet." She reached into her pussy and worked her
fingers deep inside for what seemed like several minutes.  Finally, she
pulled out a long sticky string of her own juices.  "Look, Sweetie.  You've
already got me worked up.  So now let's work on you." She sat back down and
grabbed his very erect penis with both hands.

   "We need to protect your delicate penis," she suggested.  "Whenever you
feel stiff, you just come running to me, okay Sweetie?" Alan was beyond
coherence, and just nodded.  She began kneading his penis with her delicate
fingers.  "Do you like my sweaty smell?  That's how I smell after a good
fuck.  Sweat is sexy."

   She tried to keep her cool, and keep him from blowing his load too fast.
But she was so excited that she was losing control.  She couldn't help but
frantically rub his penis now that she'd cradled it in her hands.  He
already was in danger of blowing his load after only a minute or two. 
"Enough of that," she said, taking her hands away.  She waited a few more
minutes until they both calmed down a bit.  She tried not to say or do
anything sexy so he could calm down, but there mere fact she was buck naked
except for high heels kept him rock hard.

   Finally, she couldn't wait any more, and said, "Finally.  I want to show
you something even better than jacking off.  This is called a blow job."

   She placed her mouth delicately at the tip of his penis.  At first she
didn't even lick it.  She just held it there.  Alan tightened up and held
on, liable to shoot his seed at any moment.  But as she merely held it at
her mouth, he slowly calmed down.  Then her tongue came out to join in the
fun.  She began licking the tip, going round and round.  Slowly, steadily,
she began encompassing more and more of it.  Finally, she couldn't stand
the suspense, and just thrust it in her mouth all the way.

   She was an expert cocksucker already from her previous experience with
men.  She was also very excited.  It wasn't long before she began to go
deep.  She began bobbing her head in and out, taking him deep and then
pulling way back until it was almost all the way out of her mouth.

   Alan grasped the arms of his chair until he thought he'd break them off.
He couldn't hold out long in the face of this new experience and deep
probing.  "I'm going to cum!" he shouted, and did.

   She took it all in, and drank him all up, to the very last drop.  Then
he collapsed onto the bed and she fell to the floor.

   A couple of minutes later when Suzanne had picked herself up and
somewhat composed herself, she said, "Thanks for the warning.  A lot of
women, especially inexperienced ones your age, don't like to take it in the
mouth.  So it's always good to give warning.  I happen to be an experienced
cocksucker, so I can take it any way you want it.  It also so happens that
I love the taste of your cum.  So fill up my mouth any time.  I could
easily live on this stuff!  You should try some yourself."

   "Eww!  Don't be gross!"

   "Hey, don't knock it until you try it," Suzanne said with a very happy
grin on her face.

   "What if I try it like this?" Alan put his hands on her shoulders and
leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

   He thought he was being daring and sexy, but she pushed him away. 
"Whoa, Betsy!  What do you think you're doing?"

   That really surprised him.  What confidence he'd been gaining suddenly
crumbled.  "I'm confused.  I thought that you liked me!  You're making me
so aroused, how could I not kiss you?"

   "I do like you!  Very much.  Too much.  You're making me do crazy
things. But remember what I said last night?  We have to have boundaries.
Remember that this is for your medical benefit.  Don't start getting
lovey-dovey on me.  Remember Christine.  Don't tell me you love me more
than Christine, do you?" She was playing up the setting of limits because
she suspected that Susan might be outside the door listening.

   "It's over with Christine," Alan said sadly.  "But anyways, my feelings
for you are different.  You're my....  Suzanne." He caught himself at the
last minute from saying Aunt Suzy.  He figured that would sound too weird
in the current circumstances.  "You have a special place in my heart."

   "That's right, my Sweetie.  You always know just what to say to please a
lady.  You're such a special young man.  Your feelings for me are
different. And your feelings for your mother are different again, right?"

   "Right."

   "Think of me as a really good friend, who also just happens to jack you
off and suck your cock a lot.  Would you like it if I help you like that?"

   Another obvious question.  "Hell yeah!"

   "Goodie!  I'm so happy that you'll have me as your special cocksucker!
But remember the golden rule: look but don't touch, unless I say so.  Do
you think you can handle that?  Do you like looking at me?" She got up and
stood right above him.  She thrust her chest out and asked, "Is there
anything you see that you like looking at?"

   Alan was incredulous.  [Did she really just call herself my "special
cocksucker"?!?  Holy fucking bloody hell!  And now she's asking me if she's
attractive?] "Suzanne, are you deranged?  Every square inch of you is
perfection!  Jesus Christ!  I know I'm never going to see a sexier woman in
my whole life!"

   "Aww, you're so sweet.  But I'm getting all old and flabby." She put her
hands behind her head and struck another sexy pose, while she fished for
more compliments.

   "Suzanne, if you're old and flabby, then I'm...  I don't know what I am.
A monkey's uncle.  You're so intensely amazing; I can't even put it into
words.  An eighteen year old girl could only dream of having your body." He
contemplated saying, "I love you," but held back.

   She stepped forward, drew him into a hug, and placed his head between
her naked breasts.  "You're not half bad yourself, Sweetie.  All that
tennis and swimming is paying off.  You're really filling out lately.  But
don't be saying 'I love you' or think of me romantically, okay?  That's
something you do with girls your own age.  I'm just a married woman who's
helping you with your problem."

   In truth, she wanted nothing more than to hear him say "I love you." But
if her ambitious ultimate fantasy scheme were to work, the time for that
would be later - he had to be emotionally open to lust and love from Susan
and Katherine too.

   She continued, "I must say, I'm so happy I can help with your problem.
And if we have some fun in the process, then no harm done, right?  If the
doctor says I have to suck and stroke your cock many times a day, then
that's just what I have to do, isn't it?"

   Alan was really glad now he had held off from saying "I love you" - it
was as if she'd read his mind and saw he was on the verge of saying
something like that.  He decided yet again that it was always best to say
as little as possible in these situations.  "You're the best, Suzanne!" he
enthused, but her mention that she was married filled his head with the
thought of adultery, and he felt very guilty even as he grew more turned
on.

   She responded, "Am I really?  How do you know if I'm such a good
cocksucker after just one time?  Maybe I need to show you again, to prove
my point." His penis was already hard again.  She immediately got down on
all fours and took it in her mouth.  Alan put his hands on her head,
already forgetting about the "no touching" rule.

   The second time was much better than the first.  The first time ended in
just a couple minutes, but Alan had much greater stamina for the second
go-around.  She sucked and sucked, and took him in, almost to his balls. 
His brain reeled from pleasure and wonder.  [I can't believe anyone can fit
that much penis inside a mouth.  Damn!]

   Alan had been sitting on the ground near her, but halfway through the
blow job she propped him back up on the edge of the bed so that her hands
could be freed up.  This allowed her to finger herself at the same time. 
She'd frigged herself in front of him the night before, but this time Alan
could see what she was doing, and watch with intense interest as her
fingers disappeared up into her hole and then wiggled around.  He saw her
pull at her clit, but didn't even know what that was.

   When they finally both came together, it was very loud.  Both of them
cried out loudly, now that there wasn't such a sense it had to be kept
secret.  In fact, Suzanne wanted Susan to hear just how much fun they were
having to help convince Susan she should blow her son as well.

   Alan collapsed back onto the bed.  "That was amazing!  Fantastic.  I'm
such a lucky man!"

   "That you are," replied Suzanne, but as she said this she quickly strode
to the door and opened it up a crack, even though she was buck-naked.  She
wanted to see if Susan had been listening in.

   She arrived just in time to see a body quickly moving into the bathroom
across the hall and less than ten feet from Alan's door.  There was someone
who had been eavesdropping, but Suzanne realized to her great surprise,
[Hey, that's Katherine, not Susan!  Even better.  So she's curious too. 
Excellent!]

   CHAPTER 7 (Saturday, Oct.  12)

   Alan looked forward to the weekend with some trepidation and excitement.
Being around the house all day long meant even more opportunities to
experience teasing, temptation, and nudity.  These kinds of encounters
could still scare the shy teenager shitless.  Most importantly, there were
even more chances for further blow jobs and hand jobs from Suzanne.

   He didn't have to wait long.  No more than an hour after breakfast,
Suzanne found him in his room and gave him another blow job.  Afterwards
she went and found Susan, and gave her a detailed account.  She'd done the
same with the blow job from the afternoon before.  The first time Suzanne
did this, Susan had been struck mute, but now she at least found her voice.
Each time Suzanne started such a conversation, Susan at first would pretend
to be shocked and appalled.  "Really, Suzanne, you shouldn't.  That's more
than I need to know.  Please!"

   But Suzanne would come back with a fig leaf justification that
temporarily lessened Susan's guilt.  She would say something along the
lines, "Susan, remember that a blow job or hand job in this house is not a
sexual act, it's a medical procedure.  It is our duty to make sure that
Alan is being properly stimulated the requisite number of times and that
there are no ill effects in the process.  I know you're not happy about it,
but it's your duty now to closely monitor the situation." After a few
additional and increasingly feeble protests, Susan would give in.

   Then Suzanne would describe what she did to Alan in the most graphic,
detailed, and arousing manner she could muster.  She would start with a
clinical description, but then quickly move into much more passionate
language.  The only thing she held back with was some of her word choices.
Words like "cock," "cunt," "jack off," and "tit" were too much for Susan's
blushing ears.  Susan tolerated Suzanne's use of the word "penis," but
herself continued to use "member" or "thing."

   Inevitably, as soon as Suzanne finished her description, Suzanne would
make herself scarce and then Susan would suddenly find it prudent to
conduct yet another "breast exam." She'd usually do it in the shower.  She
generally refrained from putting fingers actually inside her pussy, as that
contradicted the breast exam excuse too blatantly, but thinking about
Suzanne's hot talk while running her hands all over her body, especially
her breasts, always sent her over the edge.

   Up until this point in her life, Susan had just about the most vanilla
and boring sexual life possible for a non-virgin to have.  Her husband Ron
seemed to think that sex was purely for the purposes of procreation.  Any
sex he had on top of that seemed to be done because it was something he
thought he was obliged to do to appear to be a normal, dutiful husband. 
Sometimes Susan wondered if Ron might not actually be a closeted
homosexual. She knew that most men would have given their right arm to have
sex with her, but Ron was never much into physical contact, even when he'd
been courting her before marriage.  Missionary position sex in the dark
once or twice a year during his rare visits home was all she knew.  The
idea of hand jobs and blow jobs was a new and exciting thing for her.  Even
seeing an erect penis in the light of day seemed like a fairly wild and
crazy idea.

   As a result, during her "breast exams" she didn't have to think very
hard to get excited.  All she had to do was recall the vision of Alan's
penis she'd seen during the appointments with Akami.  She would close her
eyes and the hands around the penis would morph from Akami's to hers. 
Then, after her daydream had progressed for a while, she would find the
penis somehow being forced down her mouth against her will.  Sometimes it
would be Akami and/or Dr.  Fredrickson keeping her in place and shoving the
penis down her throat, sometimes it would be Alan.  Suzanne's descriptions
were so vivid that Susan felt as if she'd already had Alan's penis in her
hands and in her mouth.  As she sucked the penis she would discover she
loved it and didn't need forcing.  Her masturbatory fantasies rarely
progressed to the idea of actually fucking, because the hand job and blow
job fantasies were so intense that they made her cum every time.

   In her first couple of showers, she just left the shower head hanging on
the wall, as usual.  But then she used the hose and pointed the nozzle
directly at her pussy.  With the pulse setting on and pointed right at her
clit, should could get off easily without actually having to finger inside
herself.

   When it was over, the guilt would come, but that wouldn't stop her from
doing it again the next day.  In fact, she recalled Akami's comment that
one could never have too many breast exams, and wondered if it might be
better to do check herself more than once a day.

   Alan played tennis with his friend Peter after lunch, and then took a
nap.  In the late afternoon he decided to go swimming in the backyard
swimming pool.  Every weekend he either did that, or swam in the ocean, or
both.  His sister Katherine was already sitting by the pool.  She had just
been swimming laps, and was drying in the sun.  She swam in the pool a lot
to keep in shape, and unlike Susan and Suzanne, she liked to work on her
tan.

   Seeing Alan coming, she stood up to say hello.  "How are things, Alan?"
she said jovially.

   "Very good.  Very, very, outstandingly good," he replied.  His mind had
been focused on Susan and Suzanne lately, but his sister had also been on
his mind.  She was dressing provocatively and acting sexily, and Alan
wondered what it all meant with her, especially her cheerleading display a
few days before.  But it didn't occur to him that she might have figured
out he was watching her naked, and neither of them brought the incident up.

   "I can't possibly imagine why things are so good," she told him.  "It
can't possibly have to do with a certain attractive next door neighbor
wrapping her mouth around someone's pecker, could it?" She giggled and
blushed at the same time for being so forward.  But she could hardly help
but bring it up - for the last several hours she'd been thinking of little
else.

   "Hey, how did you know that?!?"

   Katherine lay down on a lawn chair.  "Oh, I don't know.  A little bird
told me.  Not to mention the fact that my room is ten feet from yours."

   Alan wanted to change the subject.  Seeing her in a one-piece bathing
suit was enough to get him hard again and drive all other thoughts and
moral dilemmas out of his mind.  "You look very cute in that suit," he
said.

   "Oh, you think so?" Katherine was very pleased with the compliment.  Up
until recently, Alan had gone out of his way to avoid thinking about his
sister's body.  Usually that was easy because she dressed so
conservatively. When she would go swimming he'd usually steer clear of the
pool because she would get shy and get out of the water if he was around.
As a result, this was the first time in a long time they were at their own
pool together.

   Katherine on the other hand, had secretly harbored sexual feelings for
Alan long before his recent medical diagnosis.  Ninety-nine plus percent of
the time she kept them out of her mind, but the idea was in her head in her
nastiest, most forbidden dreams.  Never in her wildest imaginings did she
think she'd ever act on such feelings, but with all the changes in recent
days, she began to think that maybe it was time that she too, "helped" Alan
with his "problem." She'd been masturbating in her bed practically as much
as Alan recently, thinking about giving such help.  Listening in on Suzanne
giving Alan a blow job earlier in the day boosted her confidence to take
her teasing with Alan a step further.  Burned into her brain was the mental
image of Suzanne, who she considered to be nearly her second mother, with
her mouth wrapped around her brother's penis.  It was about the most
arousing thing she'd ever imagined, as she knew it really happened.  The
thought drove onwards, but she still battled with her prudishness.

   She decided the compliment of her bathing suit was just the opening she
needed to do a little more teasing, especially as she knew no one else was
home.  "You may like this bathing suit, but I don't," she pouted.

   "Why not?" Alan asked, falling in a trap.

   "You've seen the stuff Mom and Suzanne have been wearing these days, and
I still have to wear a one-piece bathing suit!  I need a new one.  Anyways,
I've been wearing this one so long that I've gotten some serious tan lines
on it." She grabbed the edge of the suit underneath her armpit and pulled
it inward towards her nipple.

   "You see right there?  You see the tan line?" She kept pulling her suit
inwards until her tit completely popped out of the suit.  But she acted
like that was nothing unusual, and just left her suit that way.  "I have to
get rid of these awful lines."

   "Y-y-yes, I can see," Alan stammered.  "The tan line." He was shocked,
but she was nearly as surprised as him at what she just did.  It was as if
her hands had a mind of their own.

   "But it's like that all over!" Katherine moaned.  "Look, it's the same
on the other side." She pulled on her suit until her other tit popped out.
The bathing suit now bunched up in her cleavage.

   She looked up at Alan for his reaction, and was satisfied to see he was
intensely fixated and aroused.  So she decided to move on, and rotated her
body so Alan could see her butt while still checking out her naked tits. 
"Look on the butt, too.  The tan line is even worse down there."

   She pulled at the edge of her suit on her butt until she completely
revealed an ass cheek.  Then she did the same on the other side.  Now her
suit was stuffed in her ass crack as well as in her cleavage.

   Alan was too stunned to speak, so she went on, "What do you think I can
do about this problem, until I get a new suit?  The more I'm in the sun,
the worse it gets!" She looked at him like this was a dire problem and she
couldn't just go out and get a new suit tomorrow (in actual fact, she wore
a two-piece bikini when hanging around with her fellow cheerleaders
swimming at school, and only wore the more conservative one at home).

   Alan stared at her for a minute or two and then realized she was
expecting an answer.  He squeaked out, "I don't know." He was having a hard
time concentrating on the question.

   "Oh wait, I know!  I have an idea!" she said happily.  "What if I just
sunbathe topless?  That will get rid of those tan lines."

   She pulled her shoulder straps down and off of her arms, but kept her
swimsuit on from right below her tits and downwards.  "That feels better!"
she cried out.  Grabbing the bunched up suit below her boobs, she pushed it
up into her boobs and out, and began sliding the fabric back and forth. 
Her completely exposed rack began swishing back and forth along with the
fabric.

   She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she seemingly had no
control over her actions any more.  The old, prudish Katherine had
literally completely disappeared, overtaken by lust.  Just as happened to
her mother, her intellect shut off and she had no idea what she would do
next.

   "I know these boobs don't compare with Susan's and Suzanne's.  I wish so
much they were bigger!" she cried out as she continued to jiggle them.  She
saw how much Alan was fascinated with Susan's jiggling boobs the night
before, and tried to imitate what turned him on.  It worked.  Alan now
stood about ten feet away and continued to come in closer, like a moth
drawn to a flame.

   Alan spoke.  "Katherine, don't say that!  I think your breasts are
perfectly fine."

   "Fine?  Just fine?  Suzanne's are super, mom's are fantastic, and mine
are just fine?  You might as well say adequate!" She jiggled them even more
enthusiastically.

   "No, I didn't mean it that way," Alan protested.  "I think you have the
best tits in the whole high school.  I really mean that."

   "Really?  But what about Amy, just next door?  She has those same damn
big boob genes Suzanne has.  And what about the head cheerleader Heather?
And what about..."

   "Hey, just a minute!" Alan interjected.  "Bigger is not always better.
There may be one or two who have bigger ones than you, but I still think
yours are the best in school."

   "Aww, you're just saying that," she said, delighted.  She continued to
shake them back and forth.  "What about my nipples?  Don't you think
they're too small?" She put her hands directly on her boobs and began
pinching and pulling at her nipples.  She tried to keep shaking her tits by
thrusting her shoulders.

   "No, I like them a lot," Alan said.  "Don't knock your body.  You have a
great body!  And your face.  It's so lovely!"

   She was astounded at his compliments, as he'd never complimented her
appearance ever before.  But she continued to play.  "Maybe my problem is
this suit then.  I think it's far too small on me.  Look!  It barely even
covers my most private parts." Leaving her tits exposed, she grabbed her
suit with both hands just above her pussy, and pinched the fabric together
so the sides of her hairy pussy were showing.  Then she pulled up, shoving
the suit deep into her vulva and ass crack.

   She began masturbating herself with the suit, pulling it up and down
repeatedly.  She finally fell to the ground and continued pulling the suit
higher and higher away from her body.  She splayed her legs wide to give
Alan a perfect display of her lewd show.  She didn't care about anything at
all - it was as if she were completely possessed.

   She began openly panting and moaning.  Her legs impulsively kicked into
the air.  This was easily already the most intense masturbatory experience
Katherine ever had.  She started a powerful orgasm that went on and on. 
She began gasping, "Oh no!  Alan!  Fuck!  Oh God!"

   Her display was so startling that Alan suddenly became aware how they
were outside and that in theory anyone could be watching.  He quickly
looked all around, but realized the odds of anyone looking into their
remote backyard were between slim and none.  His most serious problem was
if someone like Susan came home.  Amy also often walked into their house
through the back patio, and could come across them at any time.

   He looked back at Katherine, and saw that she was now getting on all
fours, as if she wanted to be fucked doggy-style.  She pulled her suit down
her legs and stuck her ass up into the air in his direction.

   "My ass!" she cried out.  She wanted to continue the banter with Alan,
but she was too far gone to think straight.  She lost track of everything
except her hand on her butt.  She used her hand to rub all over.  Her pussy
was leaking like a river, so she got her hands wet and spread her pussy
juices all over her ass.  Finally she opened her pussy lips for Alan, and
then plunged her finger into it.  She finger fucked herself as her ass and
in fact her whole body rocked up and down.

   Alan steadily drew closer until he stood over her only two or three feet
away.  He was tempted to reach out and hold her delicious ass in his hands.
But some shred of sanity told him that would lead to disaster.

   Alan thought, [I can't touch her - I can't!  Once I start on such an
obviously horny woman who knows where it'll end.  Actually, I know exactly
where it will end - I'll fuck my own sister!  I can't!  Not only that, but
odds are good someone will be home soon.  Susan is likely to come home from
shopping at any time, 'cos she has to prepare dinner.]

   So he restrained himself.  He even managed to keep his penis in his
swimsuit, though he was sorely tempted to masturbate along with his sister.
But he could only take so much, and his willpower slipped a little further
every second.

   She finally appeared to calm down, and collapsed completely on the
floor. She took her swimsuit all the way off her butt and pulled it down to
her knees.  She just lay there with her ass still poking up into the air,
looking up at Alan and smiling at him.  "How did you like the show?" she
asked.

   But the show wasn't really over.  Even as she said this, she put her
hands on her pussy and began rubbing it.  She thought, [It's like my pussy
is itching worse than the worst case of poison ivy, and I've got no choice
but to scratch it!  I can't believe I'm actually doing this in front of my
brother!  This must just be an erotic dream - it can't be real.]

   "Shit.  That was amazing, Sis!  This is the hottest thing I think I've
ever seen!"

   Katherine asked, "Remember when we were little kids of about five or
six, and we played show and tell?  Since I've shown you mine, I think it's
your turn to show me yours." Sweat poured down her face, and she felt as if
she would die of pleasure.  She'd never been remotely as aroused as she was
right now, and wanted to cry out at the top of her lungs in joy.

   "I don't know..." Alan said doubtfully.  "What about someone coming
along?  Amy could walk..." His resolve continued to weaken.

   "Show me your big thick cock!" Katherine interrupted with an impatient
yell.  "I'm doing this to help inspire you with your problem, so take it
out and jack off!  That's what you're supposed to do.  Shoot your seed like
the doctor says you should!  Shoot it all over my ass!  Give me your big
load!  Cover me in cum!" Some tiny part of her brain recoiled in horror at
her words but was shoved aside by the larger part of her brain hijacked by
pure lust.

   "Katherine, sssh!  Someone might hear!"

   "I'm going to scream out loud right now unless you show me your dick! 
Take it out!" Her fingers furiously worked inside her pussy.

   "Well...  Maybe...  Okay, let's be quick about it." Alan pushed his
penis out the bottom of his shorts and grabbed it with a hand.

   "Looks like someone else has a suit that's too tight," Katherine joked.
She spoke more quietly now and was more subdued in the wake of her orgasm.
"You know I love you and I wasn't gonna scream.  But dammit, rub it!  I
wanna see you jack off!  I wanna see you cum.  I wanna see you cum all over
me!"

   Alan's resistance broke down a little more, and he began masturbating
his penis out in the wide-open back yard.  "Katherine, this isn't right,"
Alan complained even as he unabashedly stroked himself.  "I'm your brother
and you're my sister.  We can't do this kind of thing.  For starters, what
if Mom saw?"

   "I'm just giving you mental stimulation for your problem.  We're not
even touching each other!" Katherine said between her panting.  Her hand in
her pussy was a blur of motion and she already was working up towards
another orgasm.  "But it's not fair - I'm naked and your not.  Take it all
off!"

   Alan pulled his swimsuit off himself and threw it aside.  He justified
it by noting it wasn't hiding anything any more anyways.  Both of them
continued to masturbate mere feet from each other.

   "Let's just not get caught," she said after another minute or two. 
"Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself!  Do you like to watch your
horny little sister cum?  I'm cumming for you, Alan!  For you!"

   Alan in fact was about to orgasm despite his best efforts to hold it
off. Katherine had no such need to hold off, and began another, whole
series of small orgasms.

   But just then, they heard the sound of the garage door opening.  Alan
cried, "Oh shit!  Mom must be home!" His penis twitched, and he strained to
control his muscles so he wouldn't cum.  But it was a losing battle, and he
started to cum even as he moved towards the pool, yelling, "Quick, grab
your suit and jump in the pool!" Katherine and Alan both jumped in the pool
and put their suits on after they were already in the water.  Alan figured
that was the safest thing to do.  The water would clean them from the smell
of sweat and sex.

   Luckily for Alan, just about all of his cum shot into the pool as he was
jumping into it, and then his penis continued to pump out more semen
underwater.  But the experience was largely ruined by the ill-timed
interruption.

   However, they needn't have worried too much about Susan, because she'd
gone shopping and so she spent a number of minutes taking bags of groceries
into the house.  Susan took so long to come out that Katherine joked about
starting things up again, right in the pool.

   CHAPTER 8

   When Susan finally came out to say hello to them, Alan and Katherine
looked as innocent as angels, dressed in their suits and swimming laps in
the pool.  Alan at least was looking angelic - had Susan looked closely she
might have noticed a wild look still in Katherine's eyes.  The only close
call was that Susan happened to stand only about a foot away from a puddle
of Katherine's pussy juice as she talked to them.  Their mother commented,
"I'm so glad to see you two swimming together.  You haven't done that in
ages!"

   With her eyes unconsciously drawn to the cum puddle, Katherine answered,
"Mom, it's this new sexing up policy.  I love it!  I'm just relaxing and
having so much fun.  I feel like I'm opening up all the way and letting in
new experiences." She said this last sentence with special meaning directed
towards Alan.  She turned to Alan and winked just to make sure he got the
picture.  Alan recalled her opening up when she spread her pussy lips for
him just minutes earlier, and wondered if the "new experience" she was so
eager to let in was resting between his legs.  He gulped nervously, but his
mother didn't notice.

   Susan said approvingly, "Oh, that's so good to hear.  I love how you two
get along so well; so much better than most siblings." She smiled benignly.
"You're both such perfect little angels!"

   Katherine was still randy, and replied, "We definitely are becoming much
closer than most siblings.  Much closer!  Don't you think, Big Brother?"
She giggled happily.

   Alan just coughed nervously.  Susan left a minute later after asking
what they wanted for dinner.

   As soon as his mother was gone, Alan burst into anger.  "Sis!  What the
hell came over you?  Were you possessed?  ARE you possessed?"

   In actual fact, Katherine really was more or less still possessed by
lust as he asked this.  But his obvious distress about what happened cooled
her ardor tremendously.  As if snapping out if it, she said, "I'm sorry. 
Really sorry." She hurriedly pulled herself out of the pool.  "I don't know
what came over me." She rushed back to her room.  Once there, she burst
into tears at the magnitude of what she had done as she fully snapped out
of the erotic fugue she'd been in.

   Alan also returned to his room.  He took another cold shower, and tried
to think of anything but Susan, Suzanne, or now, especially Katherine.  No
luck.  He considered talking to Katherine, but decided to give her some
time to sort herself out.  Finally he put on one of his favorite albums,
The White Album by the Beatles.  He lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and
listened to it on headphones to escape the world.  That kept his mind
successfully occupied until dinner.

   Dinner brought more seductive clothing and poses from Susan, as well as
Suzanne who ate with them yet again.  But Katherine was covered up, demure,
and even morose.  She was extremely upset with herself.  [What on Earth
came over me?] she pondered over and over that evening.  [Do I want to have
sex with my brother?  Of course not.  That's only for fantasies.  I must
have been out of my mind.  I mean, I was totally wanting and even expecting
that he would fuck me then and there!  He's gonna hate me or think me a
freak if I do something crazy like that again.  I was so stupid!  How can I
apologize to him?  I can't believe I have a crush on my own brother.]

   Alan also was frequently lost in thought throughout the meal, wondering
what was going on with his sister.  She was too ashamed to look him in the
face and fled at the first opportunity.

   He decided he really needed to try and get some homework done after
dinner, but didn't get much of an opportunity.  Suzanne stopped by his room
only minutes after he tried to buckle down and concentrate.  She wanted to
give him another blow job and was so enthusiastic about it that she
launched straight in after saying no more than, "I'm ready for my after
dinner snack." Within seconds of entering his room, she was topless and on
her knees below where he sat at his desk.  She unzipped his shorts zipper
and had his penis in her mouth before he was even fully erect.

   But it didn't take long for her to fix that problem.

   When it was over, Suzanne said to him, "I don't know who's luckier, you
or me.  As you might have guessed, I have an extremely healthy sexual
appetite.  I'm enjoying sucking you off soooo much!  Your cum is really
actually quite tasty.  Some guys, you wouldn't believe how bad they taste."
She held his penis in her hands, caressing it lovingly.  "But what's really
great is your penis.  Eight inches long.  Some have longer, but believe me,
a ten inch dick is extremely uncommon outside of professional pornography.
But yours is so thick too!  It fills up my mouth just right.  I don't think
I could take it in all the way or enjoy it more if it were any bigger.  You
have the perfect cock for sucking." She wanted more, so badly that she did
everything she could to get him hard again, including a kind of reverse
strip show as she put her clothes back on.  But nothing worked and she had
to leave.

   After that, Katherine came by his room and apologized for her behavior.
Blushing and head bowed, she said, "I'm so sorry, Brother.  I was just
trying to get you sexually excited for, you know, your problem, but I got
carried away.  I got so carried away!  I don't even understand what
happened!  Can you possibly forgive me?"

   "Of course!" he said soothingly.  "Actually, there's nothing to forgive.
You totally got me aroused, and that's what the doctor ordered, right?"
They hugged in a friendly way, and she left him feeling much better, but
still ashamed at herself.

   Since it was a Saturday night, Alan went to a party with his high school
friends, which was fun enough but definitely an anticlimax to the rest of
his day.

   That night in bed, Alan pondered his day.  [My first blow job, tennis,
sister's wild strip show, another blow job, a party - what a day!  I could
get used to this!  I never really lived until I went to see Dr. 
Fredrickson.  There's always something new - who knows what tomorrow will
bring?]

   CHAPTER 9 (Sunday, Oct.  13)

   When Alan woke up Sunday morning and went down to the kitchen, he didn't
see anyone.  But Susan appeared a minute or two later, as if sensing he
needed to be fed breakfast.  She seemed to have a sixth sense that
anticipated his and Katherine's needs.  She blew him a good morning kiss
and set to cooking pancakes.  All seemed normal to Alan until he went from
the dining room to the kitchen to fix himself a glass of orange juice.

   That's when he noticed that his mother was wearing a shirt and an apron,
but nothing else.  Looking at her stand in front of the stove, he had a
perfect view of her ass.  The shirt covered the top half, but nothing
covered the lower half at all.  Alan walked across the kitchen until he was
just a few feet away, and bent down for a closer look.  [Shit!  You can see
everything!  I can even see the pussy hairs from her front side.]

   Alan was so surprised that he unthinkingly commented, "Mom, what
happened to your shorts?"

   "What?" she asked quizzically as she turned towards him and put her hand
on her ass.  He saw her eyes go wide as she realized she wasn't wearing any
shorts or underwear.

   She made eye contact with Alan, and he quickly turned his head away. 
She turned back to the stove as well, but there was no denying he'd been
studying her ass intently.

   "Oh dear!" she cried out.  "Oh.  Oh no!" She rubbed her ass with a hand,
as if making sure she wore nothing, but the effect was that her shirt rode
up, and he could see the whole ass briefly.  "This is so improper! 
Whatever will I do?" Her hand lingered on her ass for a few more moments,
rubbing.

   She turned around again, and this time he moved his head before she
caught him staring any more.  She asked, "Tiger, don't tell me you've been
staring, have you?"

   "No!  Well, uh, not really.  That's why I said something."

   "I'm so sorry!" she apologized, as if he was upset or offended by her
nakedness instead of loving it.  "I'm still getting used to this no
underwear rule.  I get so confused!  I'd better go change right away.  Good
thing Angel is still asleep or I'd be doubly ashamed." Katherine had
partied even later than Alan, so she wasn't likely to be up for a while.

   Alan thought, ["So confused"?  How could anyone get so confused that
they forget to wear shorts or pants?]

   Susan talked of changing, but in fact continued to cook.  "I'd better
finish these pancakes first though, or they'll burn.  What a predicament!
Alan Plummer, you get out of the kitchen this instant lest you see
something you shouldn't!  Sit down, please."

   So Alan returned to the dining room.  But he drank in the rear view even
more before he finally left.  He noticed her loose fitting shirt was also
hanging off of one shoulder.  That proved important a couple minutes later
when she came and served him his pancakes.  One of her tits was nearly
exposed to the nipple.  But more exciting for him was that he knew she was
partially naked from the back, even as she served him.  But after she
served the food, she made him promise to keep his eyes closed when she
turned around.  He really did, as he hated breaking his promises with her.

   Susan changed her clothes immediately thereafter, and Alan couldn't
figure out if her display was truly accidental or not.  However, he did
realize, [Accident or not about the shorts, wearing that top was no
accident.  She wants me to see her naked body!  She had to have known what
she was doing when she repeatedly bent down and showed me her cleavage. 
She had to.  And she didn't even bother to put shorts on for like, ever! 
It's like sex crazy space aliens have taken over my mother's body.  Dang!]

   But it was just the first of many alluring displays that lasted all day.
Nobody bothered going to church on Sunday morning.  Perhaps it was because
the women were keen on trying out more of the new sexy clothing Suzanne had
bought everybody recently.  Suzanne wore a top that left her midriff
exposed.  It was more of a bikini top than a shirt.  She had a habit of
sitting in positions that pushed up her short skirt, exposing her bush to
Alan's eyes.

   Susan didn't need to be convinced by Suzanne to dress sexily any more.
In fact, the two of them spent much of the morning trying out different new
items in Susan's bedroom and gauging their sex appeal.  Suzanne goaded her
on with comments like, "Alan will love that dress," or, "He'll totally flip
for that one." Later in the morning Susan came out dressed in one of the
sexiest combinations they'd tried on.  She wore a "shirt" cut so low
beneath the arms that her boobs seemed ready to fall out to the sides at
any moment.  She also wore short shorts that were most noticeable in how
they hung low down her hips.  The button to unfasten them was only an inch
or two above the top of her pussy.

   As if that wasn't enough, Katherine, wore a cut off T-shirt and her
cheerleader shorts.  It wasn't as daring as what Suzanne wore, because
Katherine didn't want to face the disapproval of her mother.  She seemed a
bit chastened by the pool incident, so she didn't flirt or flash Alan as
Suzanne now was doing constantly.  But Alan still noted her sexy garb and
complimented her for it.

   Needless to say, Alan was in a constant state of horniness.  He didn't
realize it, but the three women had moved into an unstated competition for
his attention and desire.  Susan and Katherine were unsure about their
feelings and consciously said they were merely trying to help Alan by
making things more sexy.  But each time one woman would do something
outrageous, the other women would take note and want to up the ante,
unusually later the same day.

   Alan was no longer so freaked out as he'd been even the day before.  He
was ready for more teasing and temptation, and in fact sought it out.  The
day before, Alan had seen Suzanne and Katherine partially naked by the pool
in separate incidents.  So he was intent on spending more time by the pool,
figuring it was a great opportunity for people to shed clothing.  He went
to the pool after taking his afternoon nap, but to his surprise, Katherine,
Amy, and Susan had already beat him there.  He was a bit surprised that
Suzanne wasn't there since she was the main instigator in things lately,
but apparently she had some urgent errands to run.

   Alan was keen on helping to apply suntan lotion, but his mother informed
him that they'd already been thoroughly covered.  However, his hopes for
something erotic happening weren't completely dashed.  Amy had been lying
on her back on a towel, and her bikini top was undone and laying underneath
her.  After Alan settled in (making sure to wear dark glasses to help him
secretly check everyone out), she sat up and began chatting with him.  She
left her bikini top on the ground, leaving her topless.

   "Hey!" cried Susan.  "Amy, you've forgotten your bikini top.  And in
front of Alan!  Please cover up immediately!"

   Amy stood up and put her hands over her breasts.  But she said, "No,
Susan, I haven't forgotten it.  I'm sorry if I did something wrong.  But I
thought it was okay if we expose ourselves in front of Alan.  Isn't that a
good thing?"

   Susan was flummoxed.  "Well, yes, but to a certain degree.  No one is
asking you to go around topless!"

   "No one has to ask me.  I think it's fun!  Am I not allowed to go
topless if I want to?  Isn't it a pretty common thing to do around pools?"

   Susan was even more flummoxed.  "Uh, yeah, I guess it is.  And since I'm
not your mother, I guess I can't tell you not to.  But I do disapprove. 
It's so improper."

   Amy, completely ignoring the disapproval, said, "Yeaaah!  Thanks a lot,
Susan!  You're such a cool mom.  It's so much more fun over here than at my
house.  I'm going to jump in the pool." She took her hands off of her tits,
and dived into the water.

   Susan said to Katherine in a disapproving voice, "That Amy.  She seems
so free about taking her clothes off.  Thank goodness Angel that you'd
never ask me if you could go topless."

   Katherine opened her mouth and then closed it in frustration.  Inspired
by Amy, she in fact was just about to ask that very thing, but apparently
Susan was still mostly clueless on how Katherine had changed her ways. 
Susan would have flipped her lid if she knew about Katherine's pool
incident from the day before.

   Katherine was still deciding what to do when Alan said, "Thanks Mom for
being so cool about Amy and all.  I think I'm going to jump in the pool
too." He dived in, angling to get closer to Amy's generous orbs.

   Katherine didn't want to be left out, and dived in after both of them.
Soon the three teenagers were splashing each other and having fun.  They
began playing water games that none of them had played for years.  For
instance, they played Marco Polo, where one person had to keep their eyes
closed and try to find another person.  Susan felt a childish desire to
join in.  She felt like a kid at heart.  But she decided it would be
unseemly for a parent to play such a game and went back to reading a book.

   Amy didn't engage in any hanky panky in their water games, but Katherine
certainly did.  With Susan not looking, she took every opportunity to touch
Alan.  This mostly happened when Amy had her eyes closed in their games. 
Katherine would peek out when her eyes were supposed to be closed, and zoom
in on Alan's body, "accidentally" rubbing his body all over.  She grabbed
his penis through his shorts several times.  However, she made sure to make
it appear to Alan that while she was being frisky, the penis grabs were
accidental.

   She grabbed his penis and held onto it briefly as if she was trying to
figure out what the big thing between his legs was.  Then she gasped in
horror, eyes wide open in shock and blushing profusely.  Then she
"realized" she was still holding it, and blushed even further as she
finally let go of it like it was a hot potato.  This happened several
times. Alan enjoyed this game even if he couldn't really figure his sister
out.  He was remarkably slow on the sexual uptake from having no prior
experience in anything.  He also was too shy to see what would happen if he
reciprocated, especially since both Amy and Susan were there, clueless
though they were.  Katherine was irked that he didn't fondle even her tits
a single time, even though she rubbed them up against his chest a number of
times.  He was painfully shy about making any kind of advance and needed
someone like Suzanne to take the situation in hand, so to speak.

   Finally the three of them grew tired and went back to lying in the sun.
Alan thought that he'd get his chance to apply lotion now, and suggested,
"Does anyone need any more suntan lotion?"

   But he was frustrated when Amy happily said, "No thanks!  The stuff
we're using is water proof." Katherine was frustrated at that as well.

   Katherine decided to have her revenge at her mother's no topless rule by
lying down and undoing her bikini top, just as Amy had done before Alan
arrived.  But she went one step further and undid her bikini bottom as
well, since it was the kind that could be untied.  She left it on as it
usually was, but slowly let it slip open across her butt.  Alan certainly
didn't fail to notice, and stared at her ass intently.  Her body shone
alluringly from a heavy application of suntan lotion.

   Amy noticed as well, but saw nothing wrong with it.  In fact, after some
minutes, Amy decided she would follow suit.  She stood up, and began taking
her bikini bottom off as well.

   That finally drew Susan's attention from the book she'd been reading. 
The mother looked over and saw Amy with her bikini bottoms below her knees,
and exclaimed, "Amy!  For the love of God!  What are you doing?  Stop that
right now!" Amy stood there dumbly for a minute, while Alan drank up her
nakedness eagerly.  She reluctantly pulled her bikini bottom back up, after
giving Alan even more lengthy moments to stare at her hairy bush.

   "Sorry Susan," said Amy.  "I was just thinking that Katherine had a good
idea, and I wanted an all over tan too." Susan looked at Katherine and to
her horror saw her daughter's bikini bottom covering little more than part
of her ass crack.  Alan looked over as well, and had to grasp at his
crotch. He was afraid he would cum any second from all these not so
accidental exposures.  He enjoyed it even more than all the groping during
the water games.

   Susan cried in horror, "Katherine, what are you doing!?!"

   "What?  What's wrong?" Katherine asked in mock cluelessness.  She
purposely sat up and turned around to look directly at her mother.  This
left her bikini top on the ground, and the bikini bottom fell all the way
off as well.

   "Angel!  You're completely naked!' Susan nearly yelled.  "Put something
on right away!" Susan reflexively put her hands over her own chest, and
looked over at Alan.  She could read the excitement in his eyes.  "Alan,
don't look at your sister like that!" As if his eyes weren't a big enough
giveaway, his hands over the big bulge in his swimsuit confirmed it.  Susan
found herself getting flushed and agitated as she stared at his bulge a few
seconds too long.

   Katherine spoke while she attempted to put her bikini back on.  She made
sure to take her time, and Alan couldn't help but continue to furtively
look as soon as Susan looked away from him.  In any case, the dark glasses
he was wearing made it hard for Susan to know for sure what he was staring
at.  Katherine put her bikini top on first, purposely allowing Alan to gaze
at her bush even longer.  She moved into an open-legged position as she did
this, opening her pussy lips wide.  "Sorry mom," she said, "I just undid
the straps so I wouldn't get even worse tan lines than the ones I have.  Of
course I didn't take off my bikini bottoms - I just didn't have the straps
tied.  My straps can come undone like that, you know."

   "Oh.  Sorry." Susan was more contrite.  Because of her own sexual
naivet� she didn't realize how much Katherine was doing on purpose.  "I
guess I overreacted.  I forgot they made suits like that.  Let me guess -
Suzanne just bought that for you." Katherine grinned and nodded, and Susan
sighed.  "That woman.  What is she doing to this house?  But be careful
when you're sitting up like that, or you'll give Alan a free show."

   "Alright," Katherine said, moving her legs to a more demure position,
"But would that be so bad?  I thought we were supposed to get more sexy, as
you put it.  So I'd just be doing like you and Amy."

   Amy was still topless, but Susan didn't see why Katherine was mentioning
her as well.  "Me?  You're talking about this bathing suit?  You're right,
I shouldn't wear something so revealing around Alan.  Curse Suzanne again -
she just bought this for me and practically forced me to wear it.  Next
time I'll wear my other one." Suzanne had given Susan a second bikini that
very morning, and it was much more revealing than her other one.

   Katherine giggled.  "No mom, I think the suit is great.  That's the kind
most people wear.  What I'm talking about is your nipples.  I've never seen
nipples so pokey.  They're just about to poke right through your top.  You
must be thinking about something really sexy!" She giggled some more.

   Susan was aghast again, and blushed profusely.  She stammered, "No, I
wasn't...  It's just...  Alan, don't...  It's just that, uh, Alan, don't
look at your mother's nipples like that!" All this talk had of course
turned Alan's attention to his mother's tits.  He'd been spending much of
his time at the pool staring at them and at the rest of her body from
behind his dark glasses, but the erect nipples were a new delight for his
eyes.  She continued, flustered, "Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed.  I wasn't
thinking about anything!  Sometimes nipples just get hard for no reason. 
Just like the private parts of men do."

   Susan finally put one arm over her tits, and hid her burning red face in
her other hand.  But that only aroused Alan even further, since her tits
were so big that an arm couldn't hope to cover them, and the hand over her
face meant he could stare even more blatantly without worrying if she could
tell where he was looking.  He was definitely on the verge of cumming now
just from all the visual stimulation, and he frantically flexed his PC
muscle to prevent ejaculation.

   "You mean penises?" Amy suggested to Susan helpfully.  "You mean like
Alan's penis right now?  How they get all long and hard?  Look at how hard
it is in his pants!" She and Katherine giggled.  "It's like, a totally huge
bulge!  Alan was there a reason your penis got hard, or did it get hard for
no reason, like your mom's nipples?"

   Susan felt like she couldn't breathe, as she waited to hear his
response. [Is he really getting horny looking at me?]

   Alan replied honestly even as his face grimaced while he battled his
penis.  "I'm sorry, but how could I not get aroused surrounded by three
beautiful and sexy women?  And mom, you're the sexiest woman of all."

   Susan was still blushing from before, but now blushed even more.  Her
concerns at all the exposures melted away in the wake of his diplomatic yet
exciting answer.  She bent her head down demurely.  She used the hand still
on her face to hide the big, contented smile spreading across her face.

   She thought to herself, [I know it's weird, but can't I feel pride if my
son gives me a compliment?  Now, if only these damned nipples would go down
already!] She made another furtive glance at the bulge in her son's shorts,
and then forced herself to turn away.

   Amy suggested, "Susan, why don't you take your top off?  I'd like to see
those super pokey nipples.  We could all get topless.  Wouldn't that be
fun?"

   Susan turned yet a darker shade of red.  "Amy, we'd better not.  I think
Alan has seen plenty enough of all of us already.  Too much.  Don't you
agree, Tiger?"

   "No, Mom.  I'd love to see you topless.  You should be proud of your
impressive chest and well built body.  I don't know why you've been hiding
it for so many years."

   "Well, I say no, and that's that.  Things are getting a little out of
hand here, and everyone should just relax." She picked up her book - a
Harlequin romance novel - and tried to read it, but found it impossible to
concentrate.  She replaced her usual glasses with prescription sunglasses,
and stared at Alan's body from behind the dark lenses.  Her nipples didn't
go down and in fact she could feel them throbbing.  She repeated his words:
["Impressive chest!" "Well built body!" Oh, my son, I know such superficial
features don't really matter, but your compliments make me so happy!]

   CHAPTER 10

   In the evening Amy came over again, looking particularly alluring.  She
walked into their house, and while Alan watched from across the living
room, she took off all of her clothes until she stood totally naked, and
then put her shirt and shorts back on.  She wore a top that was white on
one side and blue on the other.  It was several sizes too large, and so
hung upon her loosely.  But at the same time the cut was so risqu� it did
little more than barely cover her tits.  She kept her shorts provocatively
unbuttoned, allowing Alan to see the top of her bush.

   Susan had actually moved a cabinet near the front door, so that all the
women could take their underwear off and on when coming or going, and leave
them in the cabinet.  Amy got her own drawer.  (Unfortunately, Susan used
the bathroom near the front door whenever dressing in or out of something
decent to wear outside the house, and everyone but Amy followed suit.)

   Alan was in ecstasy from all the eye candy, but Amy's clothes in
particular drove him wild, perhaps because he'd never really seen her dress
like that before.  He knew that she was extremely trusting and na�ve, and
would especially believe anything a close friend like him would say.  He
tried to figure out how he could use that to his advantage so he could not
just look, but touch as well.

   A while later Suzanne and Susan left the house for an errand.  Katherine
was in her room, so Alan was left alone with Amy in the living room.  He
had a great chance to make something happen with her.  Furthermore, all the
recent arousal had made him feel more aggressive than he'd ever felt
before. It seemed like he could do no wrong.

   She was reading a book for homework.  Alan walked over to her and said,
"I really like what you're wearing, Amy."

   "Thanks!" she said with a big smile.  "I cut this shirt up a bit just
for you.  It used to go all the way down."

   "For me?  Wow, that's so nice.  You know what I like best about the
shirt?"

   "What's that?" Amy asked, nearly giddy with happiness because Alan so
rarely complimented her looks before.

   "I like how it shows off your nipples so well.  And they're not even
hard."

   "They're not?  What's not?" Amy said, confused.

   "Your nipples, silly.  You know how they get hard and pointy sometimes?
Like Susan today at the pool?  You'd look twice as sexy now if they were
hard.  In fact, would you mind if I touched them to make them stick out a
bit more?"

   "Touch them?" Amy said, now a bit worried and confused.  "I don't
know... Looking is one thing.  But my mom says I should never let a guy
touch me, anywhere."

   "Yeah, but she means other guys, not me.  You know how she said the
other day that you could even walk around naked in front of me and it
wouldn't be a problem?  And how she said I could be trusted to do
anything?"

   "Yeah," Amy said; her memory a little foggy.  "I guess she did say you
could do anything to me, or something like that.  And I would like to see
my nipples get super pokey like Susan's did.  That would be fun!"

   "Exactly.  I'm sure your mom wouldn't mind if I just pinched a nipple a
little bit, like this." Alan reached out with a hand and began playing with
one of Amy's nipples through her top.

   "Ooh!" said Amy in a near moan.  "That makes me feel funny.  You sure
this is okay?"

   "Heck, you're not even naked, and Suzanne said that was okay.  But if
you're worried she'd mind, why don't we just not tell her?  Unless, you
want me to stop." Alan now had hands on both of Amy's nipples, and was
making her feel extremely "funny."

   "Gosh no!  Don't stop.  That feels good!"

   "Amy, haven't you even pinched your nipples before?" Alan asked with
genuine surprise.

   "Yeah, but Mom says I'm not allowed to touch myself in any way that
makes me feel good.  So I'm not sure if she'd approve, 'cos this is making
me feel real good.  And it feels tons better than I remember, when you're
doing it."

   Alan was amazed Amy actually obeyed her mother Suzanne about such
things. He said soothingly, "But you see, it's okay, because I'm the one
touching, not you.  So it's a kind of a loophole." Both Amy's nipples were
now rock hard.

   "Oh, I see. ...  M'kay!" Amy said, now happy with Alan's explanations
and unquestioningly trusting him once more.

   "You see how much sexier you look with your nipples so hard now?" Alan
said.  He finally took his hands off her tits so she could look down at her
nipples.

   "Yeah.  Neato!" Amy replied enthusiastically.  She took her top off
completely to better view her hard nipples, and then wiggled her naked tits
around playfully, further driving all thoughts of reason out of Alan's
brain.  He thought, [It's like she just wants to get fucked, taking her
clothes off at the drop of a hat.  Hell, all of them are acting like
they're aching to get fucked.  Maybe it's time I start taking care of the
fucking duties around here, starting right here with Amy!]

   Alan put a hand on a tit and another on her stomach.  "Look how fit you
are, Amy," he pointed out as he began to rub his hand over her stomach.  "I
love these kinds of clothes that show off your belly button and stomach,
'cos you've got such a nice body."

   "Thanks!  I'll wear more like this, if you like it."

   "Oh, definitely.  But only in this house, right?" One of Alan's hands
was now circling around Amy's back, while the other was cupping the entire
flesh of her tit.  He periodically pinched and teased her nipple as well.

   "Yeah, I wouldn't want any other guy to see me like this, just you..."
Amy said, in an increasingly dreamy and absentminded voice.

   Alan's hand moved back to her stomach, and then moved further down.  He
thought to himself, [Dang, I don't care if she is innocent Amy, I'm so
sexually worked up lately, I just have to fuck somebody!  It's way better
than having these thoughts about my sister or mother, at least.  I'll bet
Amy's willing, and damn the consequences!]

   His thoughts drifted lower, along with his hand.  "I really like your
shorts, too.  How is it they came unbuttoned?" he asked as he reached a
hand into the area exposed by the lack of buttoning, and began rubbing
around there.

   "I thought you'd find that sexy," she said.

   "I do!  I do!  I find it really sexy when you expose your tits, like you
did this afternoon.  Your ass is totally amazing too.  And I find it even
more..." She interrupted.  "Golly!  What's that?  That thingy in your
pants?" She pointed a finger right at his crotch.  His penis was not only
straining against the fabric lewdly, but it was actually visibly throbbing
through his shorts.  "Um, Amy, you should know what body part that is.  It
gets, uh, like that when..."

   All of the sudden, Alan stopped what he was saying and froze.  He heard
the sound of Katherine opening the door of her room.  Odds were good she'd
come downstairs and see them.  [Dammit!  So close!  Frustrated again!] He
had just put his fingers into the top of Amy's bush.

   "Why don't we finish this later?" Alan suggested as he took his hands
off Amy and tried to find a casual sitting position that hid his erection.
"I think my sister is coming downstairs, and she gets a little bit jealous
when she sees me touch other women, especially someone as beautiful as
you."

   "Beautiful?  You think I'm beautiful?  Oh, Alan!" Amy blushed a deep
red, but smiled widely.

   Amy wanted to ask Alan more about Katherine's jealousy and if or how
much Alan touched his sister too, but she realized that wouldn't be prudent
with Katherine now walking into the room.

   Alan thought, [Arrgh!  That episode only made me more sexually
frustrated!] I never get a chance to be alone with Amy, especially lately.
When will I have a chance to pursue her a bit more?  And when will I
finally get to fuck somebody already?

   Katherine walked in and stopped with great surprise, because Amy was
still topless.  [Damn!  The competition is getting tougher all the time.  I
can't afford to fall behind.] "Hi Amy.  Boy, it sure is some heat wave,
hunh?  What a good idea to go topless.  Do you mind if I join you?"
Katherine began taking off her shirt even before Amy said yes.  The three
sat and chatted for a while.  They mostly talked about nudity, and all
three agreed it was a very good thing.  With much of the talk about going
topless, Katherine had ample opportunity to cup her tit and heave them up
for Alan's inspection.  She'd just managed to steer the conversation to the
subject of whose tits were bigger so Alan could test their sizes with his
hands when they heard the garage door opening.

   Suzanne and Susan had come back from a shopping trip.  Both Amy and
Katherine put their shirts back on before their parents could see them. 
Alan realized it was actually lucky Katherine came in when she did, or he
could have found himself in an extremely compromising situation in front of
his mother.  [Alan, control your urges,] he said to himself.  [You could
have totally blown it.  Patience!  This all is gonna get really good if
you're just a little more patient.]

   Happily for Alan, Suzanne seemed to sense that Alan was just about to go
insane from stimulation, and took him back to his room and gave him a blow
job.

   Stripping naked, she crawled to him across the room on all fours.  She
shook her boobs back and forth as she crawled.  As she went, she said, "How
do you like to see your Aunt Suzy crawl like an animal so she can eat your
fuck meat?  Does that turn you on?  I hope it does, 'cos you're gonna be
seeing it a lot from now on!" Then she took him in her mouth and sucked
like a vacuum cleaner.

   Alan thought for sure that she'd sucked out the last of his semen, but
almost as soon as he climaxed, she began playing with his penis again,
trying to revive it.  She spoke to him in a sexy voice in an attempt to
spring it back to life.  "Alan, I could get used to this.  I've been with a
lot of men, but already I can tell you're the best."

   "Best?  Best at what?  And what about your husband Eric?"

   "Ha!  Why do you think I've had affairs with other guys?  No, you're the
best.  The best one to have fun with.  Those other guys were all so
faceless and full of themselves.  My only slight frustration is that I'm
going to have to share cocksucking duties with Susan and Katherine and who
knows else."

   "What?  Susan?  Katherine?  No way!"

   "Yeah way.  I've said this to you before, Sweetie.  Just give it a
little bit of time, and mark my words.  Your mother is so cock-hungry that
she doesn't know if she's coming or going.  You notice that deer caught in
the headlights look she has all the time now?  That's 'cos she's always
thinking about your dick.  And I heard about the nipple incident at the
pool today.  What do you think made her nipples like two little hardened
missile silos?  It's you, mister.  And I've seen how Katherine looks at
you, too.  Just give it time.  I wonder how long it will take before all
three of us are all naked on the floor together, just like I am on all
fours, begging you to be the one to suck your cock next. ...  Oh, looks
like that did the trick!" Alan's penis shot back up thanks largely to
Suzanne's provocative ideas, but the things she was doing with her hands
and her swaying tits didn't hurt either.

   "But that's okay," she said to herself as much as anyone.  "Six times a
day is a bit much for any one woman to handle, even someone like me.  I
don't mind sharing a little." In a nasty, sultry voice, she spat out,
"We're all gonna get really good at sucking your cock.  Really good." She
swallowed him deep.

   Yet still his day wasn't over.

   Katherine had eavesdropped on Suzanne's latest blow job, and was
profoundly affected by what she'd heard.  After the pool incident the day
before where she lost all control, she felt truly ashamed at herself.  But
much had changed in the short time since then.  The pace of sexual activity
around the house was speeding up, like hungry sharks circling ever closer
to their prey.  It seemed like something big and exciting was going to
happen soon, and she wanted to be a part of it.  But what really got her
going was what she heard while eavesdropping.  She clearly heard Suzanne
say things like, "I wonder how long it will take before all three of us are
all naked on the floor together, just like I am on all fours, begging you
to be the one to suck your cock next." It drove her crazy with desire.  She
was ready to be one of those naked and begging for Alan, and didn't want to
wait around any longer before it happened.

   Sexual activity with Suzanne got Alan hot and sweaty, so he went to take
a shower before going to bed.  He put on a robe and headed across the
hallway to the bathroom, but just as he was opening the door, his mother
called him into the kitchen to do some errand.  He headed off in that
direction.

   Katherine also heard Susan's call, and saw her opportunity for a quick
counter strike, lest Alan totally fall under Suzanne's sway.  She
immediately stripped and hopped into the shower herself.  She left a shirt
on, knowing that the wet T-shirt look could be even more arousing than
complete nakedness.  She also wore wooden clogs that helped tone up her
legs just like high-heeled shoes.  She turned on the water to get herself
wet, but then turned it back off, so Alan wouldn't know she was there.

   A few minutes later, Alan walked in, picked up a towel, and closed the
door before the presence of his naked sister even registered in his brain.
When he saw her, his mouth dropped open in shock, but his shock wasn't
nearly as much as it would have been had she not done a strip tease for him
by the pool the day before or been grabbing at his penis in the pool
earlier.

   "Katherine!  What are you doing here?" he exclaimed.

   "Oh, nothing much, just taking a shower." She didn't seem perturbed or
surprised by his presence, but asked, "The bigger question is what are YOU
doing here?  Are you trying to spy on your naked little sister?"

   "No, no, no!  No, it's not like that.  I didn't know you were in here at
all!"

   "Then why are you looking at me that way?  If I didn't know better, I'd
think you're looking straight between my legs!" Her indignation was just a
pose to keep him talking and staring.  Her vagina was in fact wide open for
his viewing, and she made no attempt to close her legs in the slightest. 
If anything, she spread them even wider.  But he was paying even more
attention to her hands.  She was holding the hose to a shower nozzle with
both hands in the middle of her chest, and rubbing her hands up and down
the hose as if it were a phallus.

   That made Alan even more flustered.  Seeing Suzanne naked was one thing,
but seeing his sister this way, so ready and eager to fuck was still a huge
shock to his system.  With Suzanne he felt somehow safe knowing there were
boundaries but with the way Katherine had been so wild, anything was
possible.  Actual sex seemed scary to the complete virgin, and her
aggressiveness freaked him out even more.  "Sorry!  I'm really sorry!" he
said extremely apologetically.  "I didn't mean to be looking at anything.
I'll go now."

   He paused at the door, and with his eyes averted, asked, "Sis, what is
going on?  Why is everybody, like...  Just totally...  All the nakedness!
Why?" But he was too flummoxed to stick around for an answer.  He fled from
the bathroom.

   [Damn,] thought Katherine.  [I should have started slowly and worked up
to more.  Next time he'd better watch out, 'cos I'm going to "sex him up"
until he has a heart attack!  This is too fun not to do.  Suzanne's already
sucking his cock - I have to catch up to that soon or fall behind.  Oh God,
I love you, Brother!]

   It was another great day for Alan, all in all.

   NOTE: This story has been fully illustrated, using anime artwork heavily
edited by the author to match the story.  A part such as the above text has
around 25 - 35 images.  Please check out the illustrated version here:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/@/std/std3.htm
Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, Spurtz, EBC, and
NightShadow.  Also, the scene in Chapter 7 is very closely based on a scene
in the anime G-Taste.  That anime plus Immoral Sisters and Karen were the

main inspirations for this story generally.
   This work is copyrighted to Spacer X (c) 2004 with all rights reserved. 

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