Chapter 14
"You know," Gina said the next morning, "I never realized how weird it felt to wear jeans with no underwear." Looking at herself in Sam's mirror, she ran a hand over her denim-clad rear. "Some Neanderthal ripped my panties off, and now I have to suffer the consequences."

Sam chuckled. "Sorry about that. I'll buy you a new pair."

"I bet you say that to all the girls." Gina leaned over and kissed him. She had already dressed, since she would have to go home and change before school, but Sam was still wearing only a bathrobe. "Now I think about it, maybe you do say that to all the girls."

"Well, not all of them," Sam said. After a pause, he asked, "So, have you decided? About us?"

"Yeah." Gina sat on the edge of the bed, looking more serious. "It took me a while to fall asleep...I mean, even after..." She blushed. "Anyway, I'm not used to sharing a bed. So I thought about it while I was lying there."

"And?" Sam prompted.

"Well...I still feel pretty much the same, even knowing about the other women. I still want you. And why make trouble now because I might feel differently in the future? It might never happen, and if it does we can deal with it then. So, if the offer's still open, I'd like to be your girlfriend."

Sam hugged her. "I love you," he said.

"Me too," Gina replied. "Wow. Be sure to tell me that a lot."

Sam held her in his arms. After a while, Gina said, "So, are you going to tell me the other revelations now?"

"I guess so," Sam said. He released her and got up. "Let's go get breakfast. I heard Mom and Joan get up a while ago."

Caroline and Joan were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Caroline had dressed, since she was taking Gina home, but Joan was also still in her bathrobe. They greeted Gina with no trace of awkwardness, and Caroline got up to get more breakfast for the new arrivals.

After eating for a few minutes, Gina ventured, "So, I guess you know all about what Sam told me last night."

Caroline and Joan exchanged glances, and Caroline said, "Yes, I'd imagine we do. How do you feel about it?"

"All right, I guess," Gina said. "A little strange, maybe, but not bad."

"I haven't yet told her quite everything," Sam said. "Gina, I told you there were other women, right?"

"Yes," Gina said.

Sam hesitated, and Joan spoke up.

"Well, you're sharing breakfast with two of them."

For a moment Gina looked confused. Then her eyes widened.

"You mean...you and your Mom?!"

Caroline sighed. "That was very diplomatic, dear."

"How on earth do you break it gently?" Joan asked defensively. "Might as well just come out with it."

Gina was still fixed on the main point. "Sam had sex with both of you?"

"Yes," Caroline confirmed. "Several times."

"But that's..."

"Incest," Caroline agreed. "That bothered me at first, but I'm kind of used to the idea now."

Gina continued staring at the two of them in astonishment. Then, to Sam's relief, she laughed.

"Well, that explains why you were so cool about my staying over!"

"I hope you won't tell anyone," Caroline said. "I don't think most people would understand."

"You can say that again!" Gina exclaimed. "I had no idea."

"Does this change your mind about us?" Sam asked her.

"I guess not," Gina answered, after considering it. "I mean, it doesn't really change anything. I knew there were other women. I just didn't know who they were." She shook her head. "Weird. Not that I'm criticizing," she hastily added. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"It is weird," Caroline said. "But I think you'll become comfortable with it."

"I guess we'll find out," Gina said. She glanced at the clock, then quickly spooned the last of her cereal into her mouth. "Sorry, do you think you could take me home now? I'll need to shower and change before school..."

"Of course." Caroline got up. "You two can get ready on your own, right?"

"Sure, Mom," Sam said, and Joan added "Go ahead."

Sam walked Gina to the door, and gave her a quick kiss goodbye. He returned to the kitchen to find Joan putting the breakfast dishes in the sink.

"Well, she took that pretty well," Joan commented.

"No doubt thanks to your subtle way of telling her," Sam teased her.

Joan gave him a mock scowl. "Complaints, complaints." She looked at the clock and dried her hands. "Want to get a shower, little brother? It'll save us some time."

As it happened, not much time was saved. Soaping each other up led to kissing under the shower spray; kissing led to fooling around, running hands over slick skin; fooling around led to Joan leaning against the wall with her legs spread while Sam eased his rock-hard cock into her from behind. She gave a little sigh of pleasure that turned into a moan as Sam's hands found her soapy tits and began rubbing them gently.

"So," Joan gasped after a while, wriggling with pleasure as Sam pumped steadily in and out of her, "did you have a good time with Gina last night?"

"Mmm-hmm," Sam said. "And did you and Mom have a good time last night?"

"Yeah," Gina said, then groaned, "Oh, fuck...yeah, we did. It was a little different...without you there...but it was nice."

"Tell me what happened," Sam said.

"Well, we just kissed and cuddled for a while...then Mom wanted me to suck her tits, so I did that...it was great...she came after a while, just from that...then she licked my pussy. It was the first time she'd done that, but she was really good...oh, Jesus, I'm going to come soon..."

"Me too, sis," Sam said. "I'm going to come inside you." He leaned forward and licked her ear. "How does that make you feel?"

"Oh, God..." she moaned.

"Mmmm, yeah. All my come, splashing into you..."

"Oh, Christ, yes!" Joan screamed, and came. Sam came too, his prick spurting inside her, seeming to drive her even further. Joan almost collapsed as her knees buckled, but Sam supported her, one arm around her waist, the other wandering over her belly and breasts.

Drying off afterwards, Joan kissed Sam very sweetly.

"That was wonderful, little brother," she said. "The thought of you coming inside me...it just pushed me over the edge." She shook her head. "We've never tried it standing, before. More work, but really cool."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Let's go, we've got to get dressed for school."

At school, Sam met up with Gina and Cameron by their lockers before the start of first period. Cameron greeted them with a casual wave, then asked "So, how did the studying go?"

Gina turned a little pink, but grinned. "I'd say it went really well. Right, Sam?"

"Uh-huh," he agreed, flipping through the combination on his lock.

Cameron turned to look at Gina, then frowned. "There's something different about you."

Gina shrugged a little defiantly. "I'm wearing contacts. Got tired of wearing glasses. I already wore contacts to compete; might as well wear them all the time."

Cameron was still frowning. "Yeah...but there's something else...is your hair different?"

Gina blushed again. "I'm wearing it down. How long have we known each other, that you don't remember how it usually is?"

"Hey, I noticed!" Cameron protested. "Didn't I, Sam?"

"Yep." Sam picked up his books and closed his locker. "I think you look great," he said to Gina, smiling at her.

"Thanks, Sam," she said, almost shyly. Hesitating a moment, she suddenly stretched up and gave him a quick kiss. "See you in class!" she said, and fled.

Sam watched after her fondly, then turned back to Cameron, who looked stunned. "Close your mouth," he suggested. "Something might fly in."

"She kissed you!" Cameron said.

"Yeah. Observant as always," Sam said.

"Are you two..."

"An item? Yeah. Since last night."

Cameron shook his head disbelievingly. "Wow! I mean, it's great," he added hastily. "But...wow!"

"Pretty much my opinion, too," Sam said. "Come on. We've got to get to class."

For the rest of the day it was clear that Cameron was dying to ask questions, but couldn't figure out how to do so. Gina blushed every time she looked at him, and Sam found the situation quite entertaining. He suggested to Cameron that he come over some time that weekend, with the hint that he would give him the whole story then, and Cameron quickly agreed.

During a brief few minutes together after lunch Sam took Gina aside to talk with her.

"So, I really need to tell Cameron what's going on," he said.

Gina nodded seriously. "Yeah. But will you tell him...everything?"

"I think so. He's my best friend. I don't like keeping secrets from him."

"It might freak him out, though," she warned.

"I know. But I don't want to lie. I'll have to chance it."

Gina came into his arms for a brief but intense hug. "Love you."

"Love you, too," Sam said, and kissed her. Gina sighed.

"What's the matter?" Sam asked.

"Nothing!" she said. "It's just -- we're going to have to tip-toe around my Dad and Step mom. I'm sure they wouldn't like my sleeping over at your place on a regular basis. I got some pretty suspicious questions this morning as it was, even with your Mom's call."

"Hmmm." Sam thought about it. "Maybe..."

"Yes?" Gina prompted when he trailed off.

"Well...if I had a chance to talk with your parents for a while, it might change things. This...whatever it is I have, seems to affect people with exposure. They might come around."

Gina looked thoughtful. "It's worth a shot, I guess. You could come over for dinner tonight. They never care if I invite people. We could see if it works."

"All right," Sam agreed. "I'll tell my Mom." He looked at his watch. "It's almost class time. I wish we could sneak off somewhere..."

"Me, too," Gina said, giving him another kiss before squirming out of his embrace. "Maybe later."

The rest of the day passed quickly. Gina walked Sam to their math class after the final bell, so he could take the algebra test, then gave him a kiss for luck before leaving. Sam rapped gently on the door, then entered when his teacher called "Come in!"

Vanessa Gray was in her mid-forties, but still quite attractive: a tall black woman with short-cut, graying hair and a nice figure. She was a good teacher, but rather strict, and she frowned at Sam now.

"So, Sam, are you ready for this exam?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, putting his books down on a desk and sitting.

"I don't know if you talked to any of your classmates," Vanessa said, rising and picking up a small stack of papers, "but I made up completely new questions for your exam. So knowing what I asked before won't help you."

"I'll do my best," Sam said mildly.

"All right, then." Mrs. Gray handed him the test and looked at the clock. "You can start. You have forty-five minutes."

Sam obediently leaned over his paper and began to work. Vanessa watched him for a minute or two, but couldn't fault his attitude. He concentrated on the questions, his dark hair tumbling over his forehead. Satisfied, his teacher took out some homework assignments and began to grade them. Sam had always been a good student, she reflected. And it wasn't as if he had deliberately chosen to miss the earlier test. Like everyone, Vanessa had been shocked to hear of his collapse, and relieved at his recovery. He looked little the worse for his experience. Vanessa found herself studying his appearance. He looked the picture of health. Really, a very handsome boy. She had never noticed it before, but his square jaw and dark eyes lent his face real character. Quite handsome. Sexy, even.

Vanessa continued to grade papers, but found her attention continuing to wander back to her student. He seemed to be making good progress on the exam; he had already turned over the first two pages. He stretched a little before continuing, and Vanessa was impressed at the evidence of muscle showing through his thin t-shirt. I wonder if the girls appreciate him, or if they don't notice him because he's quiet. I never really noticed him that much myself, even though I knew he was smart, and a hard worker.

The teacher went off into a day-dream where she chatted with Sam about his personal life, how he got along with the other students, what he found sexy in a woman. With a start she recalled herself. This wasn't at all a suitable way to think about a student. He was really only a boy. And she was responsible for him. Determinedly, Vanessa returned to grading. She had to maintain a proper attitude. He was a handsome boy, yes. But that was no excuse for wondering what it would be like to kiss him, or to feel his hands on her body, or his hard cock inside her...

It was too hot in the classroom. Sweat had started to stand out on her forehead. Surreptitiously she wiped it off, then unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. It was hard to concentrate when one was so hot. Little things kept distracting her; the way her damp blouse clung to her skin, how her nipples seemed oddly sensitive, irritated by the fabric of her bra. A small but pleasant tingling had started between her legs; she squeezed her thighs together to suppress it, but it increased instead.

"Mrs. Gray?"

Vanessa almost jumped at Sam's unexpected voice.

"Umm, yes, Sam?"

"I've finished." Sam indicated the completed test in front of him.

"Oh!" she said blankly, and looked at the clock. "My, that was quick. Only half an hour. Are you sure you don't want more time to check over your work?"

"I think I'm ready," Sam said.

"Right! Well, bring me the test. I suppose I can grade it now."

Sam brought the test up to her desk, then watched quietly as she took the answer key out of a folder and began grading his exam. His work was neat and precise; there were few things crossed out or erased. As Vanessa systematically went from problem to problem, she became aware that with the top two buttons of her blouse undone, Sam could look down her shirt from where he was standing. She resisted the urge to glance up and see if he was looking, but the possibility made the tingling between her legs even stronger.

Finally, she reached the last page. Sam's test was completely correct. Flipping back to the front page, Vanessa wrote "100% (!)" at the top.

"A perfect score," she said, looking up. Sam was smiling at her, a smile not of elation, but of satisfaction; as if he's expected to do so well. Vanessa was once again forcibly aware of how sexy he was, and found it difficult to breathe. She wanted him, badly. And from the glint in his eye, she thought he realized it.

"I think you deserve a reward for that," Vanessa heard herself saying.

"A reward, Mrs. Gray?" Sam asked innocently.

"Please," she said, rising from her chair. "Call me Vanessa. Have a seat, why don't you?"

Sam settled down onto the chair by her desk, and Vanessa sat on his lap facing him, her legs straddling his body. She pressed her lips against his; his mouth opened, and her tongue slipped in. She could feel his hardness through the fabric of his trousers, feel her breasts pressing against his chest. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her crotch more firmly against him.

Breaking the kiss, she asked huskily, "What do you think of that reward?"

"I liked it," Sam said.

"Mmmm." She pressed her mouth against his once more, lips working together, tongues dancing. Sam's hands had moved to her breasts, and he kneaded them roughly through layers of cloth. It felt very good; Vanessa knew she shouldn't let a student touch her in this way, but she couldn't stop it. Pulling back a little, she smiled and slipped off of his lap.

"Maybe there's something else you'd like even better," she purred, her hands moving to unfasten his belt. Why am I doing this? she thought, but she knew what she wanted, and had to have it. She smiled in appreciation as she extracted his stiff penis from his trousers, then leaned forward to take it in her mouth, closing her eyes as she savored the tang of his pre-cum. It was so good. She heard Sam moan as she began to suck and move her tongue over his cock, and she was elated at the sound of his pleasure.

It took only a few minutes of patient sucking for Sam came in Vanessa's mouth, and she swallowed his cum greedily. His cock stayed miraculously hard. It had been wonderful having him in her mouth, but she knew where she really wanted him. Rising quickly, Vanessa kicked off her shoes, then stripped off her pantyhose and panties. Raising her skirt, she straddled his body, then lowered herself, sighing as his hardness impaled her.

She began to rise and fall on his shaft, grunting with effort and pleasure. Sam was unbuttoning her blouse; he pushed it aside, then unfastened her bra and took a firm nipple in his mouth. The sudden new pleasure pushed Vanessa over the edge, and she moaned as an orgasm blazed through her, leaving her weak. Sam's cock was still hard; she started to pump him in and out of her again, wanting him to come inside her.

When he finally came, the feel of him spurting deep in her pussy triggered another climax in Vanessa's exhausted body. She collapsed against him, groaning as aftershocks of ecstasy radiated outward from the junction of their flesh.

"I've never..." she murmured. "That was..."

"Shhh," Sam said, rocking her. "It's OK."

"But I shouldn't have...you're my student..."

"I'm not an ordinary student," Sam told her calmly.

"No, you're not," Vanessa agreed. "Not ordinary, at all."

After another minute Vanessa rose from his lap, his cock withdrawing from her, sending another shiver of exquisite pleasure through her body. Somewhat dazedly, she began to dress, while Sam refastened his clothing. He gathered up his books and prepared to leave.

"Vanessa," he said. Not 'Mrs. Gray,' she noticed.

"Yes, Sam?" she answered.

"Don't tell anyone what happened here." He was smiling, but his eyes were serious.

"No, I won't."

"Good. See you Monday." he turned and left the classroom, Vanessa looking after him. She still didn't know why she had fucked one of her own students; but she knew it had been the best sex she'd ever had, and that she would do it again, anytime he wanted.

With a sigh, Vanessa made an effort to dismiss the incident, and returned to grading homework.
