Another Tricky Day: Part 2

Chapter 4

After a long silence, Suzanne asked, "So, what do you think?"

Brenda replied carefully, "I don't know. Rationally, I understand what you're saying and it makes perfect sense. You're right that falling in with your group has been a very lucky thing for me. But still, I'm scared. Suzanne, I have to be honest: these submissive urges I have, they're strong. Very strong! I couldn't even begin to tell you the details of my fantasies and dreams, because they get very ... wild. That's why I've repressed that side of me so much. I guess I'm still coming to grips with the fact that my submissiveness is out in the open now, and can't be denied anymore. I can't tell you how scary that is!"

Suzanne smiled in understanding. "I can't directly relate, because I'm not really into submission myself. But it doesn't have to be a bad thing. It's only a bad thing if someone ends up exploiting you. But if you're smart about it, you could end up having the time of your life! Coming to grips with your submissiveness could literally be the greatest thing to ever happen to you. Have you EVER had a better time in your life than last night? Be honest."

Brenda admitted, "No. That was the best. Losing my virginity, my wedding night, my best sex ever ... none of those times could compare. I didn't even know it was physically possible to feel that much pleasure for one minute, let alone for over an hour! I was in nirvana! Complete nirvana the whole time!"

She stared off into space. "You know what? I've been sitting here thinking 'Should I really go through with this and go to the card game next week?' But that's bullshit. Of course I'm gonna go! How could I not? I can already tell I'll be counting the hours until the next Plummer house party."

Suzanne smiled widely. She was glad that Brenda was hooked. That could mitigate the danger caused by Susan revealing their **** to her. "Good, good. I think it's smart to be true to your feelings. You know what? I've always had an interest in psychology, so I try to keep up on the latest research. The thinking now is that we're far less rational than we think. Generally, we do what our feelings tell us to do, and then we rationalize that to ourselves."

Brenda jumped in as Suzanne paused for breath: "You're right. Heinlein said 'Man is not a rational animal, he is a rationalizing animal.'"

Suzanne continued "That's true. Think about it: the more we're in touch with our feelings, and the more honest we are about what we really want, the happier we'll be. Now, that leaves you with the problem of making sure that Alan is interested in you."

Brenda's eyebrows furrowed. "What?! I thought that was a given. Attracting a guy has never been a problem for me, believe me. In fact, it's the exact opposite: I've been running from too much attention all my life. Besides, you yourself said that he's a young, horny guy who will want to fuck me for sure."

"Sure. He will. But is that all you want, to be fucked once or twice..." - she paused ominously - " ... and that's it? Or just every now and then? Do you want to end up at the very bottom of the totem pole? Remember what happened last night? At one point, you pretty much came right out and offered to give him a blowjob, and he said he wasn't that interested. If you want him interested, you're going to have to step up your game."

"Step up my game?! Are you kidding me?!" Brenda stood up in the hot tub. "Look at me. I'm glad you made me take my bikini top off, so you can see clearly. I'm not a boastful person, but the fact is, I have an incredible body. Many people have said I have a body built for sex, and they have a point. It's not just my large breasts; I've got a classic hourglass figure, a firm bubble butt, a cute face, and everything else guys like. What more am I supposed to do?"

"A lot. We'll talk about it. For starters, do you exercise?"

Brenda sat back down. "Um, not much. I've always had good genes. Fantastic genetics, actually. I can eat a lot, even sweet and fatty things, and I don't gain weight or lose my figure. I've just been lucky that way."

"That's nice. But it's not good enough. Look at me." Suzanne stood up. While standing, she untied her bikini top and bottoms and tossed them away. "Take a really good look. No need to be shy between us ladies, especially after what happened last night."

She turned her back to Brenda, then reached back to her ass and poked her finger into her flesh. "See that? See how firm that is? Can you do that?"

Brenda was still in shock that Suzanne had taken her bikini all the way off. But she was determined not to fall behind, so she bravely stood up, took her bikini bottoms off too and tossed them out of the pool. Then she also turned around and poked a finger into her own ass flesh. Like Suzanne, when she had her muscles flexed the finger hardly made a dent. "I don't know. You tell me."

Suzanne turned back around and tsk-tsked. "Hrm. Good, but not great."

Brenda turned back around and covered her pussy with both hands.

Suzanne added, "I hate to say this, but none of us are getting any younger, including you and me. You've been coasting on your good genes, and that's fine, but now you're in your late thirties and you've got to give your genes some help. All of Alan's women exercise daily, or close to it. If you want to keep up, you'll have to do the same."

Brenda sat back down in the water feeling glum. "Really? Dammit, that sucks. I do exercise some, honestly, but I'm inconsistent about it. I have to admit that I'm fairly spoiled. As I think I told you, I didn't just marry into a lot of money; my family was already very rich. It's hard to have a lot of willpower when you have everything handed to you from birth."

"That's true," Suzanne agreed. "But don't worry. I'm on your side. When you say you exercise some, what do you mean?"

"Let's see. I find it difficult to play sports, due to my curvy figure. Plus, I hate going out in public and getting all the attention. But I garden daily. That may not sound like much, but you should see my backyard! I hate to boast, but it's absolutely huge! I work up quite a sweat."

"That's good, but it's not enough. I'll help you get started with a proper exercise program."

"Thanks. By the way, you just called yourself one of Alan's women. Do you think of yourself that way?"

"Sure I do. I'm his woman and he's my man. The fact that he has other women doesn't change anything. Neither does our age difference. True love conquers all." She smiled widely. Curiously, she found it a lot easier to say "true love" to Brenda than to Alan or to someone else who would report that back to him.

Brenda pressed, "And what about Susan, calling herself 'one of his personal cocksuckers'? Is that how you see yourself?" She couldn't help but get aroused all over again from thinking about sucking Alan's cock, especially since she was now completely naked.

"Well, not exactly. I suppose that's technically true, but I don't revel in the title like Susan does. Of course, you know I suck his cock a lot, and I do enjoy it greatly. I know that that sex act is supposed to be only pleasurable for the man, but that's bullshit!"

"Really? How so?"

Suzanne could see it would be good to expound on this answer to get Brenda worked up. "Brenda, I can't even begin to explain it. For one thing, pleasing your partner can be a total joy in and of itself. I go all out, using every kind of trick with my tongue and my lips and my hands. And I'm rewarded with his sexy moans. I swear, sometimes I get shivers just from hearing him moan!"

Brenda got shivers just from hearing that.

"But that's just for starters. Maybe it's a Pavlovian association, but the act itself gives me constant pleasure. Just the act of opening my jaw wide to engulf his cock sends shivers down to my toes! And especially to my pussy!" She illustrated her point by opening her mouth as wide as possible. "And then ... when I feel my lips close around his thick shaft, and my tongue starts to lap against his sweet spot, it's like there's a direct line from my tongue straight to my clit!"

Brenda's hands were underwater, and without really realizing what she was doing she found herself pulling at her own clit. She was startled at first, but when she realized that Suzanne couldn't see what she was doing she kept on with it.

Suzanne continued with an increasingly excited voice, "And let's not even talk about the thrill of nudity, or the way he looks at me with his hungry eyes! Or feeling my big breasts sway back and forth in time to my bobbing! Or when he reaches down unexpectedly and suddenly yanks on my nipples! Oh GOD!"

Brenda suddenly pulled her hands out of the water to yank on her own nipples, but she stopped herself when she remembered that Suzanne was looking at her. She went back to playing furtively with her clit and pussy, thinking her underwater activity wouldn't be noticed.

Suzanne did notice, but pretended not to. "But the struggle has just begun! He's developed an extraordinary stamina in just these last few weeks. To make him cum, I have to go all out! I have to completely give in to my sexual desires and let my inner slut run rampant! I have to whore myself out shamelessly, totally dedicating my entire body to pleasuring his cock! It's an epic battle every time! A race! Can I get him to cum before my lips and tongue and jaw get too tired to go on? And then..."

She paused dramatically.

Brenda held her breath, totally enraptured. She wanted to do more than just finger her pussy, so she sank down lower to play with her nipples with her other hand.

Suzanne grinned ever so briefly before quickly hiding it. Brenda hadn't gone far enough underwater, so from her angle Suzanne could clearly see through the water the way that Brenda was pulling on her nipple. "And then ... The EXPLOSION! The cum explosion! Oh, Brenda! I don't think he's ever climaxed when I didn't climax too! I know that's not normally the case with blowing a man, but with him it is!"

Suzanne had to stop and recover her breath. She'd started out just trying to work Brenda up into a lather. But, as so often happened with her and with Susan when they talked, she'd wound up working herself up just as much. It helped that she'd meant every word she'd said.

Brenda was still fingering herself and heaving hard. She exclaimed, "So it's true then, isn't it? You ARE one of his personal cocksuckers!"

Suzanne resumed in a more ordinary tone of voice. "I suppose you're right. But there are a lot of other things going on in the relationship, and that's not what defines it for me. Now, Susan, she's a different type of person. Actually, she's a lot like you; she's naturally sexually submissive. You should get to know her better; maybe you two would become good friends."

Brenda had to scramble to come up with a reasonable reply in a calm tone of voice. "I'd like that. I've already had some good talks with her, so I hope we can build on that. I could use someone to talk to who understands what I'm going through." She **** herself to stop masturbating, since she figured she'd need to be coherent enough for more speech.

Suzanne responded, "Yes, but in case you haven't noticed, she's very jealous of your breast size and wary of you in general. When you're a 38G, you don't expect another woman to come along with even BIGGER breasts. It just doesn't happen!"

"I've seen that she's jealous, but she shouldn't be. I'm the one who's jealous of her. She's the one he loves and adores. For instance, she's the one who got a face full of cum last night, while all I could do was watch." Brenda blushed as she realized what she'd just admitted.

Suzanne ignored the implications. "You should tell her that. Do you aspire to be one of his personal cocksuckers too?"

She nodded shyly, turning her head aside.

"Tell her that too. Talk to her. Get to know her. To be blunt, suck up to her. The sooner you get on her good side, the sooner you'll be sucking up to someone else with a face full of spermy cream as a reward, if you know what I mean." She winked.

Brenda shook her head in wonder. "It's so weird, the way you casually talk about that kind of thing. My husband, well ... let's not go there. And now we're both here naked, and you're acting like that's totally normal too." She suspected that Suzanne might have noticed the way she'd been playing with her nipples, so she rose out of the water waist high to show that she wasn't doing that anymore.

Suzanne had a hard time not licking her lips, because Brenda's dripping-wet chest looked so tempting. She said, "It is. The only thing is, I normally have a strict rule about how I behave around my own house. Usually all the fun stuff happens next door. But I'm making a special exception for you, since I don't want you to see Susan today."

"No? Why not?"

"She's still feeling very conflicted about you and your role in what happened last night. It'd be good to give her a day or two to get over that. I'll work on her. At most, while she's still in that mood, you should talk to her on the phone, and only after getting strict instructions from me on what to say and what not to say. Agreed?"

Brenda nodded.

"Meanwhile, you and I need to make plans. Plan 1: make you generally 'Alan worthy.' Plan 2: start your exercise and diet program. Technically, that's part of Plan 1, but it's a big enough part that I'm counting it as a separate thing. Plan 3, befriend Susan. Getting on Katherine's good side wouldn't hurt either. Plan 4, help you come to grips with your submissive nature, and learn how to have that work for you, instead of haunt you." She grinned as she said, "We'll add more plans as they come to me."

Brenda nodded. "Thanks. Talking to you is the answer to all my prayers, it seems. I've got a couple of questions though. Did you say exercise AND diet program? I don't need to lose weight, do I? I suppose I could lose five pounds or so, but I don't want my breasts to shrink."

"Don't worry; we definitely don't want your breasts to shrink even a little bit. I don't think you need to lose weight; Alan likes his women curvy and voluptuous. I'm not talking about eating less; I'm talking about eating healthier. If you do that, you'll have more vim and vigor, and you'll be better in bed."

"I see. I suppose I can try. But if that doesn't count as part of Plan 1, what's Plan 1 exactly?"

"Lots of things. How you dress, how you walk, how you flirt. There's a whole art to attracting a man. To be frank, I don't think you know many of the techniques because you have such an extraordinary body that you've relied all your life almost entirely on your natural charms. With Alan, given the competition, that isn't going to be good enough."

Brenda nodded. Deep down, she relished the competition. Her life had been lacking any real challenge for years. "By the way, do I have to stay naked like this?"

"Yes." Suzanne waited, testing to see if Brenda would ask why. She was glad when Brenda just nodded. Nevertheless she couldn't help but explain. "I've found multiple benefits to nudity. One is that there's nowhere to hide, so you're more honest. And we need more honesty for you to turn around your attitude on your submissiveness."

The two of them continued to talk and plan. Brenda loved it, because she no longer was overwhelmed by uncertainty and anxiety; Suzanne was giving her new ways to channel her energy and feel like she was taking charge of her situation. Suzanne seemed to know and understand everything, so Brenda found it easy to let down her guard and let Suzanne make the decisions.

Suzanne was pleased as punch. There were few things she loved more than scheming for a good cause, and helping Brenda gave her plenty of things to scheme about.

Later, after Brenda got dressed and went home, Suzanne thought to herself, That went well. My biggest concern is that I shouldn't train and help Brenda TOO much. With Susan lately, I've probably been getting carried away with my enthusiasm, and I don't want to do that all over again. The idea is to keep Brenda as a friend of the family, but not directly as family. Like Susan said, a special guest, not someone who's underfoot all the time. I admit I'll get off on training her to be 'Alan-worthy, ' and maybe if things work out she'll wind up happily 'Suzanne-worthy' too. She snickered.

But I've gotta be careful. It would be very easy for her to get TOO hooked on Alan. If she's as submissive as she seems to be, that's more likely than not. I'll have to think about how to keep the balance right.

Hrm. I wonder what it would be like to have a woman like Brenda as my personal sub. I could be her mistress, and just loan her out to Sweetie from time to time. That would be such a win-win! I suspect she swings both ways, at least a little. I noticed she couldn't stop checking out my body, especially my bare breasts.

Yep, Susan accidentally telling Brenda about the **** just might have turned out to have been a very, very lucky thing!

Chapter 5

For once, nothing sexual happened to Alan during lunch. Glory thought it wise that they didn't spend every single lunch together, to maintain appearances. So he ended up sitting with his friends Peter and Sean in the school cafeteria. They could hardly believe he was really there.

Peter said, "Man, what is UP with you lately?"

"What do you mean?" Alan asked.

"You're just so out of it all the time. Even when I see you lately, which is increasingly rare, you're spacing out with a smile on your face. If I didn't know better, I'd think you're totally stoned."

"Yeah," Sean added. "Even when you're here, like how you're talking to us right now, I get the sense that you want to be somewhere else."

Alan realized he had to do some damage control. "I can't talk about it, but let me give you a hint: things are looking up as far as dating women goes."

"OOOOH!" Both Sean and Peter said at once.

"That explains it!" Peter exclaimed.

Sean quickly insisted, "Tell us more! Details! We want details!"

Alan smiled mysteriously. "Sorry, guys. Right now, I'm not at liberty to say. But hopefully I will be soon. Watch this space."

"Oh, maaaaan!" Sean complained. "That sucks! You're like a total ... news tease. You can't say that much and then stop."

"Yeah!" Peter seconded. "That's cruel."

"Sorry."

The two friends continued to harangue him in an attempt to get him to say more, but he didn't.

Alan found it interesting that Christine had already heard so much gossip about his dating, whereas Peter and Sean hadn't heard any at all. It just showed how much guys like him, and them, were out of the loop.

Alan had just finished eating when Katherine and Amy walked up to him. They both looked cross, with their arms folded under their ample racks. Katherine said, "Alan, we need to have a word with you. In private." She made it clear that Sean and Peter were not invited.

Sean teased him, "Oooh! Busted. How'd you screw up this time?"

Alan replied, "I don't know, but I think I'm about to find out. See you later, guys."

He walked off with the two girls. They didn't say anything for a long time, until they were well clear of everyone else. Partly, it was a privacy issue, but they were also making it clear to him that he was in the proverbial doghouse.

Finally they stopped, putting their hands on their hips to show their displeasure. They actually stood in the middle of the running track to minimize the possibility of being overheard.

Amy said, "M'kay, Kat, hit him with it."

Katherine said, "We're really mad at you!"

He asked, "Yeah, I can see that, but why?"

Katherine said, "It's become increasingly obvious that you're having sex with Heather. I pretty much knew it already, thanks to your 'things happen' comment over the weekend, not to mention the whole 'high heels at the beach' incident that same day, but then I found out from Mom that you actually had a 'study session' with her in your bedroom on Tuesday! Don't tell me any actual studying went on. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?! Having her come to our house is just about the worst thing in the world!"

He sighed. "Okay. You're right. That was bad. But it wasn't my idea. She literally snuck into my room while I was sleeping."

Amy pointed out, "That's worse! Now I'm gonna be totally freaking out that she could sneak into any of our rooms at any time. And why are you having sex with her? Yuck!"

"Hold on. It's not that bad. For one thing, she didn't sneak all the way into my room. She rang the doorbell like anyone else and Mom invited her in. The only sneaking was coming into my room without knocking on my door first, or at least not doing so loudly enough to wake me. So you don't have to fear some kind of Heather ninja invasion. Besides, I made her promise NEVER to drop by the house unexpectedly again. She agreed."

Katherine growled, "Do you realize how worthless a Heather promise is? She's evil! Pure evil! And why ARE you having sex with her?"

He held his hands up defensively. "Come on. Sure, she's a bitch, but she's not THAT bad. I thought you two were acting all friendly to each other on Sunday, at the beach. Remember?"

Katherine huffed, "UGH! Don't remind me!"

"And yes, I don't like to kiss and tell, but in this case I can't deny that I'm having sex with her."

Katherine and Amy both growled loudly with frustration. Although neither had doubted Suzanne's conclusion that he was having sex with her, they still hated to hear him confirm it.

He said, "Okay, so maybe that wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done. But she came onto me, big time. I was blindsided, both times. And she's not that bad. She's hardly 'pure evil.'"

Amy groaned. "Ugh! You had sex with her twice? M'kay, I guess I can deal with that. But you won't do it anymore, will you?"

"Well, um, actually..."

The girls groaned again.

He said, "Hey, before you get too upset, Aunt Suzy approves."

Katherine stared at him hard. "Whaaaat?! No way!"

"Yes way. Well, maybe 'approves' isn't exactly accurate, but she understands. She said it's like I'm a kid in a candy store going wild. If a girl as beautiful and sexy as Heather throws herself at me, how can I say no? I'm an eighteen-year-old horny guy who's just discovered sex. Can't you cut me some slack here?"

Amy said, "I'm hurt. She's a meanie. Haven't we told you how she bosses us around during cheerleader practice and makes our lives miserable?"

Katherine said, "Yeah, it's like you're sleeping with some terrorist leader. Just because she's sexy doesn't make it right."

"Oh, come on. Your rhetoric is out of control. You know why Suzanne is okay with it, and has even given me tips on how to better handle her? It's because she knows it's gonna blow over soon. There's just no pleasing Heather. I'm like the flavor of the week for her. I'm different, and that makes me interesting - for the moment. But that's it. We have absolutely nothing in common. I doubt I could even hold a normal conversation with her. Plus, I'm a social nobody in the school pecking order. She doesn't even want to be seen saying 'hi' to me. In another week or two she'll go back to treating me like dirt. If you don't believe me, ask Aunt Suzy. When has she ever been wrong about anything? Have you talked to her yet about this?"

Both girls shook their head 'No'.

"She actually did some research on Heather, to make sure she wasn't a threat. She even talked to her mother and found out all kinds of personal stuff about her, so she understands Heather's mentality. Talk to Aunt Suzy; she'll put you at ease."

"We will," Katherine said defiantly. "But even so, what about the whole STD issue? When you fuck Heather, you fuck the entire school! Plus who knows who else? A few homeless bums, no doubt, with all kinds of icky diseases."

He replied, "Seriously, you exaggerate too much. First terrorists, now homeless bums. I'm sure she's slept around, but she claims that she's just been tested for STDs and is clean."

Amy grumbled, "Maybe so, but I still don't like it. With her, you need proof! Nothing less than the test results in hand. Besides, it's not like you don't have other options!" She didn't want to get more specific, even though they were standing in the middle of a field, because she didn't want to allude to what was happening at his home under any circumstances, as long as they were in a public place.

Alan was also very careful about what he said. "I know I do." He tried to use his facial expression and especially his eyes to show his love and appreciation for both of them. "But come on, she's Heather. Sure, she's a bitch, but she has the perfect California blonde beach-babe body, and she knows how to use it. And did I mention how I was blindsided? Let me tell you how things got started."

He proceeded to describe his first sexual encounter with Heather. He skipped the sexual part of the details, instead focusing on how she'd taken him by surprise at the Baskin-Robbins.

When he'd finished his recapitulation, he concluded, "See what I mean? Don't blame me; blame her. She's like a **** of nature. As your mom put it, she gets what she wants, period. There's no stopping her. Right now, she wants me. That'll blow over, and then we can move on. Okay?"

"M'kay," Amy muttered reluctantly. "But geez, let's hurry up with the moving on already, m'kay?"

Katherine wagged a finger at him. "Don't get attached to her. I know how you get attached to people. And be really, really lousy in bed with her. Be mean to her, even. That's an order!"

He grinned. "I'll try."

He left them more or less mollified (or so he thought). He knew they'd talk to Suzanne about Heather, which he figured would help matters considerably.

Nonetheless, he later thought, What if things don't blow over soon with Heather? What if she wants to have sex with me on a regular basis, as some kind of booty call? I need to put my foot down and tell her, "As long as you have sex with me, you can't have sex with anyone else. I don't want to catch some disease from you."

Great idea, but no way is that gonna fly! As Aunt Suzy pointed out, my leverage over her is mostly illusory. She's only gonna agree to the demands I make if she gets something out of it, especially some kind of sexual ecstasy. So if I tried that line, she'd just laugh in my face.

The problem is, Sis and Aims are right. I've got a bad feeling about this. I shouldn't let my dick lead me around. But dammit, both times with Heather were really intense. I don't know if I can turn her down and give all that up. I really am weak when it comes to her!

Chapter 6

That day's tennis matches seemed to last forever, and Alan lost all three. The last match, against the best player on the team, was a complete humiliation.

That left him in a lousy mood when he drove over to Kim's house for the biweekly S-Club orgy. He was completely exhausted, and also sweaty and dirty from tennis. He hoped that a shower at Kim's would liven him up and put him in more of a sexual frame of mind.

He thought, The day is already more than half-way over, and the only naked woman I've had fun with so far was Mom. How bizarre is that? Talk about changing expectations. I'd never even SEEN a real naked woman until a matter of a few weeks ago, when I saw Aims first, then Kat and Mom and Aunt Suzy.

Oh well. At least the S-Club orgy will make up for a relatively inactive day. My balls are practically bursting and I'm ready to deposit a couple of hefty loads in my two cheerleader beauties! He chuckled to himself.

By the time he arrived at Kim's house, Kim and Katherine had already been going at it with each other for two hours.

Alan let himself in, then went up to Kim's bedroom.

His sister paused briefly from sucking Kim's nipple, long enough to say 'Hi', but then she went right back to it.

He was amused, and a bit chagrined. He said, "This is funny. Last time, both of you greeted me at the door and couldn't wait to get started. Now I can't even get you to look my way and see the big bloody gash on my arm."

Both Katherine and Kim suddenly turned and stared at him with fear.

But he just chuckled and raised his arms, showing there was no injury. "Gotcha!"

Katherine went back to playing with Kim. "Very cute. I'm going to get you back for that. The two of us are gonna punish you with a long, loving double blowjob; just you wait and see."

He laughed. "Oh no! Somebody save me!"

Kim pointed out, "Don't worry, Alan. We're not ignoring you. It's just that we're both on the edge of some nice orgasms. Once we're done and warmed up, we'll be all over you."

"That's great. Take your time. I really need to take a shower anyway."

He took his shower, but he didn't feel terribly revived afterwards. However, anticipation of the sex to come gave him an insistent boner well before the shower was over. By the time he was dried off, he was in serious need of sexual relief.

The first thing he wanted to do was fuck his sister, which he did. But his performance wasn't up to his usual recent standards. He reached his long-awaited and much-needed release, but he was like a half-dead man who had collapsed on top of her. She'd had to do most of the work by churning her hips.

Their fuck was over in less than five minutes, which was shockingly short by comparison with his recent performances.

Alan was very disappointed. "Sorry, Sis. I don't know what happened there."

She joked, "I just hope THAT wasn't the time you knocked me up. Anyway, I know you were just getting warmed up yourself."

"Siiiiiiiis! You promised: no pregnancy comments."

"Oops. But what if later on I get that special tingle that indicates you've fertilized me?"

Alan just rolled his eyes disapprovingly. Changing the topic back to his apology, he said, "The thing is, I just finished playing tennis for this stupid tournament until I was almost too tired to stand. And on top of that, I've only cum once since last night, which is unusual for me these days. So I was majorly pooped AND needing fast relief. I'm really sorry."

"Why? Bro, I'm your number-one fuck toy. I'm your busty, beautiful sister, put on Earth to satisfy your every desire. Right now, your need was just to empty your sperm into me, your oh-so-fertile sperm, and I was happy to be your cum dump."

"Sis! Please. Don't talk about yourself that way. You're not put on Earth to satisfy me, and you're not a cum dump! You're my sister and I love you. I should be YOUR cum dump, if that were possible."

She giggled while tenderly running her hand through his unruly hair. "It's not, at least not unless you go down on me while I'm above you, which maybe should be called 'going up.' Otherwise I'll just have to be your cum dump." She giggled some more. "Don't worry; you know I love this over-the-top way of talking. I get off on it and there's no harm done, so don't worry. Okay? Remember, you like it that I'm uppity."

"That's true." He happily snuggled into her, wanting to just rest and recover for a while.

But then he remembered that Kim was still there in bed with them. He knew that he'd established an impressive image with Kim, and he didn't want to ruin that by having her seeing him when he was down. So he tried to be commanding and build on the authoritative style he'd established the last time they were at her place. Even while he was laying there cuddled up to his sister, he opened his eyes briefly and said, "Kim, clean it up. Clean up everything."

"Yes, sir!" Kim said with a salute.

Alan liked that. Her response even revived him slightly.

Without protest she licked all of his and Katherine's juices from his dick. The stimulation of her tongue kept his penis partially hard.

However, he still felt like he was without energy, especially after all the demands of his tennis matches.

Yet, funnily enough, even as his mind was shutting down for a rest, his dick responded to all the licking and grew harder the more she "cleaned" it. Before he knew what was happening, she was sucking him off. He didn't even want it - if he was going to shoot another load, he would have far preferred another fuck. But he was too tired to do anything but let her continue.

Katherine grew increasingly aroused watching Kim suck and lick. She said, "Girl, you really inspire me. I mean, that's just such a fucking big cock for your mouth. You struggle mightily just to keep your lips locked around it and keep breathing. But that doesn't slow you down! You're bobbing and licking and stroking and using a lot of suction, I can tell." She nudged Alan. "Is she?"

"Hell, yeah!"

Katherine continued, "Kim, you're practically worshiping that cock! It's like, the only thing that matters is bringing it pleasure. It's like you're nothing but a **** and that cock is your lord and master!" She suddenly sat up. "Oh, fuck me! What am I doing just sitting here and talking and making myself all hot and bothered when there's plenty of cock for both of us?!"

Alan had to sit right on the edge of the bed to provide room for both girls to kneel together. But the effort was worth it, despite his exhaustion. Just seeing the two naked cheerleaders shoulder to shoulder, eager to suck, gave him new life.

As usual, Kim was deferential to Katherine (as well as Alan). So Katherine bobbed over Alan's sweet spot for a couple of minutes while Kim mostly just licked his balls and around the base of his shaft.

However, Katherine realized that Kim was the one who had gotten him hard again, thanks to her cleaning efforts. Also, she knew that she'd been fucked already while Kim had not. So she pulled off and let Kim take control of the much more sensitive top half of his cock, instead replacing Kim at licking his balls.

Alan hardly even noticed the switch, because they were both doing such a good job blowing him. Kim really loved cocksucking, and the double blowjob brought out her competitive instincts; she really wanted to try harder to outdo or at least match Katherine.

Many minutes passed. After a while, Katherine got frustrated at being so close to, yet so far from, the sweet spot she craved to lick, but she still didn't want to be pushy and take Kim's place. So she stopped her licking and sat back up on the bed to neck with her brother for a while.

For a long time, Alan was at an ideal pleasure plateau where he felt great arousal but didn't have to worry too much about fighting the urge to cum. Eventually though, his arousal increased to the point that it would have been a big effort to keep holding back. He was too tired to use his PC muscle to delay his ejaculation, so instead he simply let go. His cum burst forth into Kim's mouth as from a breaking dam.

Kim was still inexperienced with blowjobs, and he hadn't given her any warning of his imminent climax. Furthermore, this was an unusually large load, since he'd been building up a charge for the better part of the day, during which he'd only come once. Her eyes bugged out and it looked like she would **** as the flood of cum filled her mouth and poured down her chin. But she struggled to keep up, managing to swallow most of it.

When she was done, she asked him, calmly, "How was that?"

"Good for me, of course, but how about you? Are you okay?"

"Never been better. I just love doing that. If only women had penises." There were actually tears in her eyes from the struggle, but she really had enjoyed it. In fact, she actually preferred the difficulty. She wiped her chin clean of her saliva and his cum.

Alan was too sleepy to ask more. He merely said, as he closed his eyes, "Now do my sister, please. Get her all clean."

"Mmmm. More Plummer family cum. I'll take it any way I can get it." Kim dove into Katherine's pussy. A river of seed was seeping from Katherine's hole from her earlier fucking, but Kim soon took care of that. After the cum was finally cleaned up, Kim continued to lick until Katherine arched backwards and screamed for joy.

Unfortunately for Alan, he missed most of that arousing sight because he'd gone from metaphorical collapse to literal collapse. He'd closed his eyes and was out like a light; the next thing he knew it was just after six o'clock and past the time for the two Plummer kids to go home.

Kim and Katherine had let him sleep for over an hour. He woke up alone, since Kim and Katherine had vacated the bedroom to allow him to sleep while they continued to make love to each other elsewhere in the house.

He was a bit disappointed that he hadn't had the energy to fuck them some more. But upon reflection he thought it was probably for the best. He'd needed to sleep more than to fuck. It was only his pride and sense of obligation, and the fact that the other two were waiting for him, that had brought him to Kim's house in the first place.

He felt that way mostly because he didn't want to let down his waiting sister. He'd often been worried lately that she was feeling neglected and inadequate, since she had to compete with Susan, Suzanne, and now Brenda. He'd guessed her feelings rightly, but on the other hand her newfound sexual desire was so great that she would have felt neglected even if he'd been fucking her twice daily. He figured that perhaps in time her desire would abate some, but right now she was completely thrilled with the discovery of sex and so couldn't get enough.

Even after his nap, he felt tired beyond tired. Four consecutive days of the tennis tournament were catching up to him all at once. He offered to fuck his sister again, but she could see that he wasn't up to it, so she insisted that they leave.

Katherine drove the two of them back home. He slept for the entire trip.

His mother and sister left him alone during a sedate dinner, and they silently shared an eggplant casserole. Afterwards he flopped into a chair in the living room and spaced out watching old Red Dwarf reruns.

By his recent standards, he'd had a bad day. The worst thing was, he had an essay due in one of his classes the next day and he hadn't even started on it. That impending deadline had weighed heavily on his mind throughout the day. He decided that he'd delayed the inevitable long enough, and it was time to get started. He figured he would be up late finishing it. At least it was a creative essay, a mock college application, so he didn't have to do any research.

To help him avoid distractions, Katherine retreated to her room and Susan actually left the house for a social visit. His body was rested up but his brain was still too tired to think much, so he vegetated and watched TV instead. His plan was to get started in a few minutes, but the right minute never seemed to arrive.