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   WARNING: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the fictional participants in the story
may be under the age of 18.
I know...  it's been a LONG time since I posted on this story.  Also, I
acknowledge that this is a rather short chapter - really only a
half-chapter.  Things have been busy, and I've been neglecting the story a
bit, perhaps suffering a bit of writer's block.  My characters weren't
happy with where I'd been taking the plot, and they went on strike!  So

this is like the 4th re-write of chapter 17.

   Hopefully things are back on track now.  So please have patience - the
Thanksgiving weekend will eventually end, and Jason will go home.  But
there's still some important things that have to happen, first.  If anyone
has any ideas or special requests with respect to ongoing plot
developments, don't hesitate to let me know, I've received a number of good
ideas from readers already.

   Wow Thanks (MFf, exhib, voy, inc, cons) by autoeroticrobot

   Chapter 17.

   Before I went to bed that Saturday night after Thanksgiving, I should
record one other small event.

   After leaving Lissa's room, I met Denise at the door.  We'd only made it
a few steps down the hall when she grabbed me and kissed me square on the
lips.  Hard.  Passionately.  Deliberately in view of her daughter's
partially open door, so that Lissa called out, "hey, no messin around! 
Don't make me come out there and supervise!"

   Denise chuckled throatily, broke the kiss.  Then she strolled, with the
most come-hither walk I'd ever seen, into the living room.  I followed,
like a lemming on cruise-control.

   We sat and stared at each other for a long while.  Finally, unable to
bear the tension, I asked, "what was that about?"

   "Just because you're the best brother ever," she finally grinned at me.
And then, she got up and went to bed.

   Stunned by the day's events, I too went to bed.  Because of my almost
unbearable state of arousal, I knew that to even touch myself would be to
head down a path of no return, so I exercised supreme self-control and lay
still, on my back, trying to think of anything else, until I finally got
sleepy and fell asleep.

   -*

   In the morning, I awoke to the sound of Lissa's voice, as I had been on
Friday morning.  Looking blearily at the clock, I saw it was about 7:30 -
later than I normally got up with an alarm clock, but earlier than I tended
to wake up when left to my own devices.

   "Time to get up, uncle Jason," she announced.  I groaned, and blinked at
her.

   Fortunately, Lissa was bearing a cup of steaming coffee.  This caused me
to forgive her, almost immediately.  That, and the fact she was naked.  I
sat up in surprise.

   She laughed at my evident discomfiture.  "Today is nudism day," she
explained.  "That's the first announcement of the day.  We'll have a little
meeting in the living room, when you're ready.  Mom is showering."

   "Well, I can't say I didn't see this coming," I finally mumbled.

   The half-erection I'd hardly been aware of, upon first waking to her
voice, had already grown to full mast, as she sat in the spinny office
chair and spun around, exhibiting far too much energy for such an early
hour.  I realized that a) she knew I slept naked, based on Friday morning's
experience, and b) she wasn't planning on leaving the room until I got up.
Despite these realizations, I couldn't bring myself to face the music right
away.  I sat in the bed and sipped my coffee (oh, such good coffee Denise
always had on hand!).

   I admired my niece in profile: the narrow nose, wide bright eyes that
just barely evidenced her Vietnamese heritage, the full, slightly opened
lips that showed a bit of her African American side, the long, tumbling mop
of thick black hair that was uniquely hers.  And now, for the first time, I
saw her breasts without any covering - really nothing more that well-shaped
cones, capped by dark areolas and pencil-eraser-sized nipples.  She thrust
out her chest, slightly, as she became aware of my at-last focused
attention on her, and stopped the spinning in the chair.  Turned to meet my
gaze, coy, sideways over her left shoulder.  Like some kind of model,
almost.

   I couldn't help but grin, despite myself.

   "Quit staring and get up," she said, breaking into a grin back at me. 
"I can see you're awake, now."

   "This is very good coffee," I observed, changing the subject.  "Thanks
for bringing it." Taking another sip.

   "C'mon, Jason," she said.  "I told mom I'd have you up before she got
out."

   Then she paused and turned more toward me, so that I had my first good,
stationary, look at the modest tuft of dark fuzz at her groin, though her
legs were together, so nothing more showed, really.  She seemed to be
studying me.  Then she said, more seriously, "you're actually embarrassed
to get up in front of me, aren't you?"

   I nodded.

   "Is it 'cause you're...  like, erected?"

   I laughed at her phraseology, but nodded again.

   She made a funny face, then - I couldn't read it.  Evidently, she
decided to show me some mercy.  She stood, and rapidly moved to the door,
saying, "Well come out when you're ready.  But don't take too long, ok?" I
watched her pert little behind disappear - she didn't shut the door.

   I sighed, and realized that procrastinating was going to do me no good.
Nor was it likely I'd be able to get my cock to behave in any reasonable
time frame, at least without ending it's enforced chastity - and I
suspected, given the current situation, that that might not even really
cause it to relax much, except for the very short term.  Besides, the
prolonged arousal was delicious, I admitted even through my
self-consciousness.

   So I stood from the bed, narcissistically studied myself for a moment,
imagining the two women's gaze upon what I was seeing, and finally strolled
out as casually as I could, into the living room.

   Lissa was lounging on the recliner where I typically made my spot,
reading the paper.  Legs tucked up under her, quite modest given position
and newspaper, despite her nakedness.  She looked up with her own studied
casualness, but I saw her eyes widen involuntarily, nevertheless.

   Not that I sport anything obscenely proportioned - far from it.  It's
quite average length, about six inches, perhaps a bit thicker than average
but not by much.  But it was her first "live" penis, I knew, and she
couldn't hide her fascination, as much as she tried to feign disinterest.
Now that the moment had arrived, I found myself less embarrassed and more
simply excited by the whole situation.

   I let her stare, briefly, then went into the kitchen to refill my coffee
cup.

   As I returned to the living room, Denise emerged from her room wrapped
in her robe, with damp, towel-dried hair.  "I see you're up," she observed,
her glance underscoring the double-entendre.  She threw off her robe and
sat down in "her" corner of the couch, and I, feeling a bit self-conscious
again, took the other corner.

   "Well, we're all here," said Denise, dragging Lissa's attention away
from the funnies, which she was studiously reading, pointedly ignoring the
naked adults in the room.

   I had decided not to try to hide my condition as I sat - it seemed
pointless with respect to the longer term.  So both Denise's and Lissa's
eyes fluttered periodically to my lap, inquisitively.  Denise showed
nothing but a sort of wry amusement at the situation, but Lissa was clearly
both nervous and fascinated.

   Denise let the tension hang for a few moments, then cleared her throat
and asked Lissa what meeting was for.  "I assume you have rules and tasks
for the day, like Finn did?" she concluded.

   Lissa broke her stare from my lap awkwardly, and sat up a little in her
chair, trying to appear more serious.  Lowered the paper to her side, and
thrust her chest out slightly, unconsciously, as she caught my gaze fixed
there.

   "Ah yes." She made a funny face, and picked up and unfolded a piece of
paper she'd apparently written on.  I felt like I was back at a high school
student council meeting, for a minute.  "First rule, you already know,
today is nudism day.  No clothes while at home." She looked around, as if
expecting objections, but of course Denise and I had none.

   "Second, the task Finn gave us...  I mean, uncle Jason..." she glanced
my way, and back to her mom, "...from before - the simultaneous orgasm,
will be changed slightly." She cleared her throat.  "One change is that it
will not be allowed until after 6 pm.  The other change is that it has to
be all 3." She was speaking a little rapidly, reading from her notes, I
guess.  "Just like before, no orgasms before then.

   "But, I also added some more tasks.  Based on that other day - was it
Tuesday?  - we each have to masturbate for at least 5 minutes every hour."
She looked around as if seeking approval, but Denise and I just sat there,
slightly stunned I suppose.

   So she continued, "There's another catch though.  You don't decide when
or where you have to do it.  Each hour one of the other of us has to tell
you to.  We take turns.  I've made a little schedule." She turned her paper
around and showed the schedule.  It was entirely logical.  Each hour, each
of us was to be told when and where by one of the others, in simple
alternation.  Thus, for 8-9 AM, Denise was to be told by Jason, Jason by
Lissa, and Lissa by Denise.  Next hour, 9-10, Denise by Lissa, Lissa by
Jason, Jason by Denise.  And so on.

   It seemed way too complicated.  But also very much in the spirit of
Finn's tasks, and profoundly exciting.  I noticed that Denise involuntarily
looked at the clock, and then at me.  Ten minutes after 8.

   "There aren't any limitations?" Denise asked.

   Lissa shook her head.  "Just the no touching rule Jason and I talked
about last night." We both knew Denise had overheard our conversation, the
night before.  "The only other thing is, I guess, we can't be doing it all
at once, probably.  That's for later," she added, as a wry afterthought.

   "So based on that schedule, I could tell you to do it right now?  Right
here?" Denise asked, clearly somewhat amazed by how audacious the "task"
set up by her daughter appeared to be.  I think she expected, or hoped,
that Lissa would put some additional rule or qualification, but instead,
Lissa just nodded a little meekly, as if perhaps surprised at her mother's
aggressiveness and the unintended consequences of her proposal, but
unwilling to back down for all that.

   The both turned and glanced at me, almost as if seeking some kind of
approval from the erstwhile Finn.  But I just gave my own lame little
shrug, too wrapped up in my own self-consciousness at the moment to be
terribly concerned with this battle of wills between the two of them.

   Finally, however, Lissa chickened, and said, "well...  maybe it should
be a rule it shouldn't be right, uh, like in direct sight of the others?"

   I think Denise was actually kind of glad her daughter had placed the
additional qualification.  I certainly had a panicked moment of feeling
that things were moving far too rapidly, and out of control.  So Denise
nodded her head, but before she could even say anything, Lissa blurted out,
"so, since it's after eight, and I get to tell Jason," she turned my way, a
little haughtily but also with a mischievous grin, "you have to do it right
now.  In the den.  Five minutes."

   All of us exchanged alarmed glances, then.  I don't think Lissa's look
was any less alarmed, despite having originated the situation.

   Denise prodded, "well, go on.  You started this whole thing." Was that a
guilt trip?  No...  she was looking quite pleased, still, on top of the
amazement at the current development.  "Serves you right," she added.

   I stood and moved to the door of the den, hyperaware of both women's
gaze fixed on my groin and the protruding evidence of my arousal.  I went
into the den, but when I started to shut the door, feeling like a schoolboy
playing truth or dare, Denise said, "no need to shut the door - we won't
look."

   I couldn't believe this was happening.  Just around the edge of the
doorjamb, my sister and niece were sitting, naked.  And they expected me to
spend five minutes in here, masturbating.

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