Another Tricky Day: Part 3

Chapter 7

Alan hadn't been watching television very long when Amy came by for a visit. She was unaware that the others were trying not to disturb him, and wanted his undivided attention. She came bounding into the living room dressed in her cheerleading uniform.

"Howdy, Bo. What's shakin'?" She struck a sexy pose.

Alan was always aroused by cheerleader outfits, but this time he tried not to show it. "Oh, nothing much. Just blowing off some school work. I've become such a juvenile delinquent lately."

"Hey, if you're wasting time, can you help me out?"

"Sure. I'm just looking for excuses to put off this essay I'm supposed to write. What is it?"

"Tomorrow's a big football game and I want to make sure I've got all my routines down right. Can you watch me do my routines and give me a review?"

He thought as he smiled to himself, Ah, the ol' "Can I practice my cheerleader routine on you" gambit. Sis tried this on me just a few days ago, and to great success for both of us. Dang. That seems like years ago. I was a totally different guy back then. I wonder if Aims knows about that incident. Probably not. I don't think Sis would be talking about that kind of thing with her.

The question is, what should I do? I really should do my homework. But I wasn't doing it when she came in, so it's not like she's stopping me. Maybe an inspiring sight will get me going and turn my day around, giving me the incentive to actually do my work.

"Sure. Sounds great." He turned off the TV and sat back in his chair.

She cried "Goody!", picked out one of his CDs and put it in the stereo. The song was "My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)" by En Vogue. She knew he liked that one. Before she started, she said shyly, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm kind of not wearing any underwear. Since that's the house rule and all."

Sitting on a sofa across from him, she placed a leg up, hiked up her skirt, and showed off her shaved pussy. "So you might see a lot of this. Is that a problem?"

He smiled. This should be good. Just what the doctor ordered. "Why should I mind? That's all the better."

"You don't mind that you can totally see my cunnie?"

"No, I definitely don't mind."

She had a worried look on her face, but it was apparently just an act because then she said, "And if we don't watch out, you might also see a bunch of this." She turned around in her seat and pulled up her skirt again so he could get a nice eyeful of her broad ass.

He swore he was able to see a hint of a knowing smile on her face, hiding beneath her concerned facade. "I think I could survive that too. Please go ahead."

"M'kay!" She stood up and clapped her hands, suddenly exuberant with joy. She launched into her cheerleading routine and danced up a storm. She was good. Very good. She had a natural knack for cheerleading, and was reasonably adept at showing off her pussy or ass at every opportunity. It seemed half the routines she did involved kicking, including lots of high kicking where she brought a leg all the way up to her face and kept it there.

But Alan had a problem. Although he was unmistakably aroused mentally, his penis just wasn't responding. It lay there like a dead fish. That wasn't really that surprising, since it was sore and he generally felt like the walking dead anyway, but it was still disappointing for both of them. Previously, it had always seemed that no matter how bad he hurt or how tired he was, his penis would always rise for the occasion. But this time was an exception.

The song ended with Amy doing a dramatic split.

Alan clapped and said positive things about her performance, but still he frowned. He asked, "Aims, can you do me a favor and take your top off for a minute?"

"M'kay! Heck, why not take all my clothes off? Don't you think that's better?"

He chuckled with glee. "That's a great idea!"

He thought, Okay, I'm pretty much a breast man. But there wasn't much breast movement in that dance. Aims has a great pair. If she can't revive me, nothing will.

Amy went to the CD player and put the B-52's on. She seemed to take extra long, and starting the CD seemed to involve a lot of sexy wiggling of her very sexy bare ass.

As the song "Strobe Light" played, Alan grinned. "You and the B-52's."

She responded, "I do play them a lot, but that's just 'cos they're one of the few bands you and I both like. Would you rather I play one of my favorite boy bands?"

He reacted with mock-horror. "Oh no! Please no! God, no! Help us all, Jesus!"

She giggled. "You're funny. Now just sit and watch. I hope this helps your thingy!"

She pirouetted and danced around the middle of the living room until the song came to an end. She used cheerleader-like moves, but she had to hold her boobs most of the time to prevent them from bouncing around in a painful manner.

He was most definitely inspired mentally, but his penis was still limp. "Dang!" he cursed out loud.

Amy came over to the sofa where he was now sitting and put a hand on his shoulder, looking intently into his eyes. "What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no. You did great. You're really inspiring. But for some reason I can't get happy. I think I'm just too tired."

"Oh no! That's bad. Can I take your thingy out and take a look?"

"Sure."

She unzipped his shorts and flopped out his penis. It didn't look very impressive in its flaccid state. She tried to rub it, but it wasn't even partially hard, and there was no reaction. "Aaaawww. It's so sad. I'm so sorry."

"You? Why should you be sorry?"

"Bo, I hate to say this, but it's true. I just don't inspire you like the others. This is all my fault. I'm sure if Aunt Susan, Mom, or Kat were here, this would be very happy." She squeezed his penis a couple of times, but still got no reaction.

He wondered if she was right. He thought about the other females, one by one, and imagined them naked and cocksucking, but there still was no reaction down below. "No, Aims, you're very inspiring. Just as much as them. I'm thinking about them right now and I have a very vivid imagination. But nothing's happening to me."

"Well then, why don't you do stuff with me? You're doing all kinds of fun stuff with them. I'm not totally blind. But you don't do anything with me. You fucked my tits once, but that was four days ago. I thought I'd get to play with your thingy every day. You hardly help with my shaving anymore, even." She stared downcast at the floor.

He thought, She's got a damn good point. True, she's not allowed to use her mouth on me, but titfucking is just as great. Plus, she's just all around sexy, fun, and awesome. Why haven't I done that with her since then?!

Suddenly she hopped up and looked energized. "Look! I can show you! I can do stuff. All kinds of stuff. I can even do stuff they can't. I'll do anything with you that you want. Anything. Here. Look at this." She stood on her head. Then, resting on her forearms, she leaned her body away from her head but stretched one leg far over in front of her head until she looked either like a work of abstract art or someone in a very tough yoga position.

"See?" she said with her body still upside down. "My body is very flexible. I'm double-jointed and stuff. I can do all kinds of things. Not even Mom can get into this position, I'll bet. I may not know much, but I can learn. I like you so much, Bo! You can play with my body any way you want. Why don't you, you know, take me and do all kinds of things to me?"

She dropped back down onto the floor. She sat with her legs spread wide in open invitation.

He was intrigued by her comment, "Not even Mom can get into this position." He knew Suzanne had been a gymnast back in high school, and he pondered what that might mean when they were fucking. He wondered if great flexibility could be a genetic trait in the Pestridge family.

He thought, Man, I'm just gonna have to pretend Aims isn't all but inviting me to fuck her! Sure, I'd love to, very, very badly, but Aunt Suzy would be extremely pissed if we do it and it gets discovered. Unfortunately, it's nearly certain that we'd get found out, and sooner rather than later. It's true that she hasn't found out about me and Sis fucking yet, but we've been extremely lucky about that. Besides, she keeps a much closer, protective eye on Aims.

Aims and I have to take things step by step, just like what's been happening with me and Mom. It would be better to get Aunt Suzy used to the idea of me doing other sexual acts with her "Honey Pie" first. Plus, I kinda promised her that I wouldn't let Aims use her mouth on my dick, at least not yet. It goes without saying that actual intercourse is out of bounds too. Heck, we're probably pushing our luck with titfucking. I certainly don't want to get on Aunt Suzy's bad side. Not only do I love her all up; she's the one who makes the sexy fun happen!

While Alan was still pondering the situation, Amy spread her legs and did the splits so wide that it was almost painful for him just to watch. That captured his full attention.

Then she bent her whole upper body backward in a big arc until the back of her head touched the floor. "Or this. We tried this in cheerleading practice, but no one else could do it. Not even Kat can do this; I'm the only cheerleader who can stretch this far."

Her position opened her pussy so wide that it seemed like a penis had just been removed. For a moment it looked like she was opening and closing her pussy like the mouth of a sucker fish. It caught his attention so much that he leaned forwards in his chair and closely examined her shaved crotch. That started some stirrings in his loins, but not enough to get him hard.

"Aims, please sit normally for a second."

She did so, panting for breath as she recovered from her **** contortions.

He said, "Look. You don't have to show me how flexible you are. I'd love to do all kinds of things with you! You're already practically my second sister, and I love you more than words can say. But I sort of made a promise with Kat that I wouldn't do some things with you until certain other things happen. But that's only a temporary restriction; it's bound to change, probably in just a little while."

Amy moved closer towards him. "Hrm ... What other certain things?"

"Well, to be honest, it's mostly about your mom. We have to kind of ease her into the idea that you're getting involved. We don't want her to get all angry. You know how she still thinks of you as her cute little 'Honey Pie.'"

"Grrr! Tell me about it!" Amy clenched her fists. "I'm not little or innocent anymore. I'm a woman!"

Before he could respond to that, she exclaimed, "Hey! Is that why I didn't get invited to the card game with Brenda last night? I can tell that you all had a lot of fun, even though everyone is trying to hide everything from me."

"That was at your mom's insistence. She thinks she's protecting you. You have to have patience. Before long, she'll have **** but to bow to the inevitable."

"I don't wanna wait! I wanna do stuff now!"

Alan wasn't precisely sure what she was talking about when she said "stuff" or "things," except that it was sexual. He was pretty sure she meant she wanted to fuck, but wasn't positive how much she even really knew about intercourse. "So do I. But remember that we promised her you wouldn't use your mouth on me yet, or do anything beyond that. We have to be patient or-"

"Look!" Amy interrupted, her eyes wide, looking into his lap. "You're starting to get happy! Here, let me help out." She reached forward and took his semi-erect penis in her hands. She rubbed it vigorously, making it respond even more. "You DO like me!" she squealed joyfully. "I guess I just have to try harder to please you. Boy, this happy-penis stuff is tough to do!"

She leaned in even further, rubbing her tits across his chest. Her face was now inches from his, so she kissed him on the neck repeatedly. "How do you like that? Is that good?"

Chapter 8

Just then, Katherine said, "Hey, what do you guys think you're doing?" She was angry, crossing her arms in a defiant stance.

Alan was surprised, since he hadn't realized she was there. He realized she was standing just a few feet behind him. He felt a wave of guilt, but then wondered about her timing. "Hey yourself. How long have you been there? Were you eavesdropping on us?"

"No ... Well, maybe. Okay, just a little," she admitted. "You can hardly blame me for being here, since you're in the most wide-open, public part of the house! But that's not the point. You said you wouldn't play like this with Amy. At least not without me playing too." Now she was pouty. "I'm hurt."

"Oh damn." He looked down between his legs. Amy had stopped rubbing his penis as soon as Katherine had made her presence known, so by that point it had deflated like a punctured balloon.

Katherine saw the problem and walked over. She was still cross. "Amy, you just don't know how to please him. Here, let me take care of that." She pushed Amy's hands away and took over.

Amy was angered and hurt. She sat back with large, doe-like sad eyes. "Bo, is that true? Am I no good? It did take so long to get happy..."

"No, it's not true. Kat, take that back! Tell her that's not true."

His sister seemingly ignored his command - all of her attention was now focused on her brother's dick. "God dammit! It's not responding." She was rubbing frantically, but his penis wasn't even half erect anymore. "Amy, what did you do to it?" She wasn't wasting time. Her face dove into his lap and she sucked on his penis like an industrial vacuum cleaner. But there was still no response.

"I didn't do anything!" Amy said sadly. "I'm so sorry, Bo. Did I break it?"

"Aims, it's fine," he soothed. He momentarily wondered at her comment asking if she'd broken his penis, and wondered just how naïve she really was. But he returned to the matter at hand, saying, "Kat just said some things in anger. She didn't really mean them, did you Sis?"

But Katherine was too busy cocksucking to talk, or at least she was using that as an excuse not to answer.

The three of them sat there in silence for several more minutes as Katherine licked and sucked with all her skill. She probed his asshole, fondled his balls, even sucked and stroked at the same time, and yet there was no response.

She wanted to prove that she could get it up when Amy couldn't, but in desperation she eventually had Amy join her. Amy even lathered up her tits with the KY Jelly that was kept in the underwear cabinet near the front door. She rubbing her lubed tits up, down, and all around Alan's back and chest, but that didn't help either. Finally Katherine had to admit defeat.

In truth, Alan had purposely thought of unsexy things while Katherine was working on him, to make sure his penis stayed flaccid. It wasn't hard to do since his dick hadn't been very responsive anyway, but he knew that if he did get erect, it would make Amy feel like she wasn't as good as Katherine, and it would also reward Katherine for being so pushy.

He was happy that he was able to say, "Look, Aims, it wasn't just you. Like I was saying, I'm just really tired. Sometimes it doesn't happen. You did even better than Sis did. You had me going fully there for a while before she burst in."

"I did, didn't I?" Amy said happily. She smiled for the first time since Katherine had entered.

Alan took Katherine aside and said quietly, "Will you please apologize to Aims? She's very sexually naïve, and you've confused her and hurt her feelings."

"No. I'm not going to apologize, because you were here without me. You broke your promise. I'm hurt! You should be apologizing to me!" Katherine left quickly, noisily stomping up the stairs towards her room.

He thought, When the hell did I ever make a promise like that? I knew the plan was to go slow with Amy until Aunt Suzy adjusted, but never doing anything with Aims unless Sis was there? Did I really say that? The problem is, so many amazing things have happened lately that I can't remember all the details.

Alan talked to Amy for a while until she was feeling better. She remained naked, so after she was feeling better they kissed and fondled for a while. It was nice, but more of a loving and bonding thing than a highly arousing and sexual thing.

At least, that's how it started. Amy ended up with her buck-naked body on his lap, and she seemed to have no problem letting him do whatever he wanted with her, and doing what she wanted with him. Somehow, her wet slit wound up repeatedly brushing up against his privates. Eventually even his weary penis couldn't help but respond, and he grew fully erect.

Amy giggled when she felt his boner engorge against her pussy. "Oh boy! It looks like - and feels like - somebody is starting to feel better!"

He replied, "See? This is what you do to me. You have no idea how tired I am right now, physically and emotionally. But with your gorgeous, voluptuous body on mine, I'm helpless to resist your charms."

"Goody!" She giggled some more, bouncing up and down with glee. Whether by accident or not, she wound up rubbing her juicy slit along the top of his hard-on while also bouncing on it in a very arousing manner.

She didn't attempt to hold it, but she exclaimed with her usual enthusiasm, "Hey! Let's play 'Bouncy Bouncy!'"

"How does that work?"

"We're kinda doing it already." She giggled some more as she continued to bounce and/or slide on his boner. "Just play with my body while I bounce on you, m'kay?"

He chuckled. "Okay." While she drove him to distraction with her movements, he thought, Maaaaan! It would be sooooo easy to fuck her right now. Hell, we're practically fucking as it is! But I feel like I'd be taking advantage. Would she really know what we're doing and the full implications, or is this just a 'Bouncy Boucy' game to her? God, she's so fuckable that it's ridiculous!

He was so tired that he closed his eyes, leaned back against the sofa, and rested, rather than responding and actively fondling Amy much. He luxuriated in the erotic pleasure her movements were giving him.

Eventually her bouncing and pelvic gyrating subsided and they went back to more French kissing.

Out of the blue, Amy broke one of the kisses and made eye contact with him. "You know what?"

"What?"

"I'm not interested in any other guy. No way! Just you!" She grew shy and looked away. "Bo, I just wanna, kinda ... belong to you. And share you with Mom and Aunt Suzy and Kat and stuff. Is that okay?"

He held her chin and brought her gaze back to his. "That's VERY okay, Aims. I'd like that very much too."

Her face lit up and she flashed a toothy smile. "Cool! Cool beans in the blue jeans!" She giggled. Then she French kissed him again while somehow simultaneously resuming her bouncy motions.

They kissed and fooled around like that for another ten minutes. Amy still didn't touch his boner with her hands, but she more than made up for that by nearly continuously sliding, grinding, or bouncing her soaked cunt on it.

Alan wasn't sure, but he guessed from the way she shuddered that she eventually had a nice, quiet orgasm.

That made him realize that he was bound to cum before long if their activities continued. He didn't feel up for that, and he doubted his penis could handle it, so he said, "Aims, I'm totally loving this. You're one very, very sexy girl! But I think I need to go to my room and chill out. I'm kind of burned out from too many exciting things happening to me lately."

"M'kay, cool. But we'll get to do this again soon, right? We'll play 'Bouncy Bouncy' and all kinds of other fun stuff, won't we?"

That made him smile from ear to ear. "Sure. Definitely! We're gonna have tons of fun."

"Yeay! Don't forget me though, m'kay? You don't just have three women who want to help you here; you have four."

"Don't worry. I won't."

They walked hand-in-hand up the stairs to his room.

Once they got to his doorway, they shared another reaffirming French kiss. Then she said sadly, "I guess I should go, if you're feeling all tired and stuff."

"Yeah. I'm sorry, but I'm totally beat." He walked to his bed and sat down on the edge of it. He was ready to lie down, but he wanted to maintain eye contact until she left.

To his surprise, she followed him and wound up on her knees between his legs. She took his stiff boner in her hands and said, "Before I go, I've got a favor to ask."

"Sure. Shoot."

"Can I ... would it be cool if you make me one of your personal cocksuckers too? I know I'm not allowed to suck your thingy yet, even though I totally want to." She was stroking his stiff pole with both hands, and breathing heavily on it, but she wasn't touching it with her tongue or lips. "But even so, couldn't you kind of pencil me in?"

He asked with genuine surprise, "You know about that 'personal cocksucker' stuff?"

"Sure! It's not like I try to eavesdrop, but I hear stuff, just 'cos I'm hanging around a lot. Heck, the other day, I came over right when Susan was in the middle of lecturing Kat about the 'duties and responsibilities of being a personal cocksucker.' She was all super serious about it. I know I'm not as sexually experienced as they are, but I want to be a full member of the group. Can I please?"

"Please what?"

"Be one of your personal cocksuckers, you silly! I already told you I'm not interested in any other guy. Just you! I'm totally cool with sharing you. In fact, I kinda like that even better, especially if I'm sharing you with my super best friend." She smiled and nodded towards Katherine's bedroom. "And I know Mom won't let me suck you just yet, but I'm working on her. She'll change her mind soon, I'm sure. And in the meantime, I can still titfuck you a lot! Isn't that almost as good?"

He was staggered by her offer. Wow! Fuckin' A! Am I lucky or am I lucky?! Jesus! He said, "Actually, that is just as good. I love titfucking a lot. And yes, if that's what you want, I would be honored and-"

"YEAY!" He was going to say more but he didn't get a chance, because she suddenly leapt up into his lap again and covered his face with kisses.

They necked for a minute or two while she continued to jack him off.

But just when he was really getting into it, she pulled off him and stood up. "Stay right there! Don't go anywhere, m'kay? Promise? I'll be right back!" She was out the door in a flash, before he could even respond.

Once he was all alone, he let out a big sigh. He closed his eyes, scooted back to his pillow, and then laid back on his bed.

He'd figured that Amy would come back in just a minute or two, but five minutes passed and there still was no sign of her. Damn. I guess she's not coming back after all. I wonder what the heck happened there. Maybe she figured that I was just too tired, and she's giving me time to rest. Perhaps that's for the best. What a bummer of a day. I feel like I let Aims down. She was up for some sexy fun, and I was like a lifeless blob most of the time. I upset both her and Sis in different ways.

Aims is right to feel left out. That's not really fair to her. She's so able and eager. She says she's only interested in me. That's pretty big. And she wants to be one of my "personal cocksuckers?" That's even bigger! I should have reacted more, said more. But it's like my brain is fried. Ugh! Plus, it's like I'm already having such great sexual success that I can't even keep up. I need to call "time out" for a while!

Besides, Sis is acting like a totally immature bitch today. Grrr. Although probably her frustration is due in large part to her feeling that I don't spend enough time with her either.

But we were just together this afternoon! Geez! True, we were with Kim, but I did fuck her first. There's just not enough of me to go around these days.

Back in his room, he continued to rest on his bed. But he didn't feel like calling it a night just yet, so he didn't get under the covers or turn off the light. His body was tired but his mind was racing. Also, it was only nine o'clock.

Chapter 9

It had been about fifteen minutes since Amy had left. Alan was lying on his bed, alone in his room, when he heard a knock on the door. "Bo?"

"Aims, is that you?"

"Yep! Can I come in?"

"Of course."

Amy opened the door, but only a crack's worth. She peeked in with just one eye, and only briefly. "Is it really okay? I'm not disturbing you?"

He explained truthfully, "I've been kind of drifting in and out, but it's not time for me to nap anyway. Come on in already."

"M'kay." However she still merely spoke to him through the crack in the door.

"What are you waiting for?! What's with all the sneaking around?"

"Um, I just want to check if this is a good time for us to play around, especially if I can play with your thingy. 'Cos otherwise I'll look kind of silly."

He said, "Well, I'm not aroused right now, but I probably will be after I get a good look at you. You inspire me."

"Oh. M'kay." She opened the door wide, stepped into his room, and closed the door behind her. "Ta-da!"

He sat up with increased interest. He was right that she was an inspiration at any time, but she looked even better than usual, due to the sexy French-maid outfit she had on. His heart started thumping and his penis engorged in seconds. "Whoa! Aims, you look good enough to eat! What's the occasion for this special treat?"

She beamed at his approval. "No special occasion. I just wanted to show you that I'm serious about being one of your lovers. I want you to feel good, and all stiff and tingly."

"Well, thank you very much!" He nodded towards the erection protruding upward from his crotch. "As you can see, I'm feeling 'all stiff and tingly' already, thanks to you."

"Cool beans!" She suddenly raced across the room and jumped on his bed. They were entwined in a deep lip-lock a second or two later.

Before long, they were freely fondling each other. She got busy stroking his raging erection. For once, she wasn't keen on getting completely naked, due to her wanting to use the full impact of her French maid outfit. But that wasn't much of an impediment for Alan; her skirt was extremely short and she wasn't wearing any underwear, so he had a grand time fingering her slit and stimulating her clit.

After a while, as they continued to kiss and fondle each other, he asked her, "By the way, nice get-up. Where did you find it?"

"That's why I was gone for a while. First, I had to go to Kat and straighten things out with her. You know, about sharing you and stuff. We're good now. I suggested that we come back to your room and play with your thingy together, and that made her glad. She got all generous and stuff, and told me I should have some special one-on-one time with you. Besides, she pointed out that two-on-one fun is against Aunt Susan's rules, and the odds of Susan peeking in on us are pretty high." She giggled at that.

He replied, "True. And I'm glad to hear you worked things out. But that still doesn't explain your outfit."

"Oh yeah. I was getting to that. I wanted to wear something super duper extra special to show you how much you mean to me, and you've pretty much seen all the sexy stuff Kat has to wear. So we kinda made a secret raid on Susan's closet. She's got, like, half of my mom's mountain of clothes in there, I swear. We found all kinds of way cool stuff, including this!"

She pulled away from him, stood up, and struck a sexy pose. "You like?"

"I love!"

She giggled with glee.

Then he said, "Since you're standing up, would you please turn around?"

"M'kay. No problemo!" Not only did she turn her back to him, she seductively walked away, undulating her hips so effectively that she made him groan with lust.

"Aims, I know it's a cheesy line, but it's also true: I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you walk away!"

She giggled some more. Then she turned around to face him and rushed back to him. "Here, let me help you with that pokey thing!" She snuggled back into Alan's chest and resumed jacking him off.

He said, "Well, I'm very pleased. But - and this is very important - I don't want you to feel like you need to do special things like that for me all the time. And I don't want you to get the wrong idea about this 'personal cocksucker' thing either. Things have kind of gotten out of hand around here lately."

She cut in, "Nope! Things are very much in hand!" She giggled with a knowing look down at her fingers, which were sliding up and down his increasingly wet shaft.

He chuckled. "True. But that's just the point. Mom gets kind of carried away with her, well, let's call it her submissive enthusiasm. Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah, sure. She gets into serving you, like, in a super big way."

"Exactly. And Kat kind of does too. As for your mom, she just plain loves sex like nobody's business. So, between the three of them, I'm sort of drowning in special attention around here lately. But I don't want you to fall into that. Don't believe the hype, is what I'm saying. I love the adorable ever-smiling Amy, and I hope things won't change between us."

Amy said boldly, "Oh, things are going to change, big time!" She smiled widely at his surprised response. "But don't worry; they'll get better and better. I'm still the same ol' Amy. Don't worry about that. I know what you mean about the hype. I've been hearing a lot of pretty wild talk around here lately, and that's with everyone trying to be careful about what they say around me. I know you're still the same ol' Alan, just like I'm still the same ol' me. But now we can be super good friends AND super sexy fun friends too! So isn't that a big change, but a really good one?"

He smiled with relief. "It is. It sure is."

They shared another scorching kiss. All the while, they continued to play with each other's privates, but that wasn't the main focus. They were mostly just happy to be intimate and very comfortable with each other.

He said, "You know, Aims, you're a great comfort to me. Things have gotten crazy lately. I don't understand how, but I'm having more sexual success that I could have ever imagined. And not just at home."

"I know. You're even playing around with that icky meanie Heather." Amy kept right on sliding her fingers up and down his shaft.

He sighed. "Isn't that bizarre? It would be so easy for me to get carried away and think it's because I've turned into some kind of stud muffin, when in fact it's mostly just being in the right place at the right time. But you, you keep me grounded. You know I'm still the same guy I always was. Sure, we're getting intimate, and I love it, but you don't buy into all of this 'personal cocksucker' business."

She suddenly stopped stroking and looked him straight in the eye from inches away. "Now hold on. I never said that. I still don't understand all this medical treatment stuff, since I only get told bits and pieces, but it sounds like Aunt Susan, Mom and Kat started helping you with orgasms to help cure you of your tiredness, and then they found out they really loved doing it and they're totally psyched to keep doing it anyway. Am I right?"

"Yeah, that's about it."

"Well, can't it be the same with me? You and I haven't done much yet, but I'm having a super great time right now! Just what we're doing, sitting on your lap with you playing with me and me playing with you, this is way better than hanging out and sitting in separate chairs. Why not do this, like, A LOT?! I'm totally up for it! That's why I was all excited earlier when you said I could be one of your personal cocksuckers. That doesn't mean that I'm going to be super submissive-y for you. It just means, let's be friends in a whole new way!"

She resumed jacking him off. She looked down at her sliding fingers. "Like this. I'm not doing this just 'cos I think it'll make you feel good; it makes me feel good too! It's fun! Especially when you play with my cunnie at the same time." She winked encouragingly.

He thought that over and said, "Okay, that sounds good - very, very good. As long as you understand that things are still the same between us, just with sexual intimacy added. If you were to start buying into the hype and saying the kind of submissive stuff Mom or Sis has been telling me, I think my head would swell up so big that I wouldn't be able to walk through a doorway!"

She giggled at that. "Yeah, that would be a problem. But please don't say I can't do special things for you. Like wearing this French maid outfit. It's totally fun getting to dress up like this. It's like Halloween all over again! I know you're worried that things won't be balanced. Like, if I do something special for you, you should do something special for me, so everything's always even-Steven. Don't sweat it. What's important is that we're both having a great time. Ya know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I guess I do." He said that, but the imbalance still bothered him. He had to remind himself to stay modest and not let his great fortune go to his head.

Amy said, "I won't call myself one of your personal cocksuckers if that kind of lingo rubs you the wrong way. But I'll totally think it to myself, and it'll make me sing with joy! Because that means I'm one of the gang now." She spoke with surprising determination. "Mom keeps trying to keep me out of it, but I'm not going to let her do that! Why can't we all love each other, with our bodies as well as our hearts, and be naked and free and tingly and cummy all the time? That's MY big vision!"

He chuckled. "That sounds like a pretty good vision to me."

"Goody!" She slipped off his lap, and then down to her knees between his legs. "And with that in mind, I think it's time for some more titfucky fun! It's been FOUR DAYS since I did this last, and that's waaaaay too long in my book." She acted quickly, pulling her top down so her breasts were completely freed. Then she enveloped his boner in her tit-pillows and started sliding and squeezing with them.

He grunted with lusty approval. But as soon as he recovered, he said, "I love when you do that. But I just want to make sure you don't feel like this is something you're required to do to be 'part of the gang, ' now or ever."

She looked up at him with exasperation. "Bo, you don't know the deal. I've totally practically been counting the minutes until I could do this again! Mom has kept me from doing any sexual thing whatsoever pretty much since forever. I've started having sexy fun with you and Kat, and it's super wonderrifically funtastic! I would totally love doing this, gang or no gang. It's a total blast!"

"Really?" He'd believed that already, but it was good to hear her confirm it.

"Really! I've been waiting for this moment for YEARS! And not just to do it with any guy, but with YOU. In fact, I'm kind of bummed that it took so long before you let me do this kind of thing for you, especially since there's some kind of medical-y reason for it."

He felt bad about that. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I've been trying to respect your mom's wishes. And, I must admit, I was similar to her in that I had trouble seeing you as fully sexually mature. But I was wrong."

"Darn tootin'!" Amy said with surprising ****. "I'm as much a woman as Kat or Heather or Kim or any other girl my age. Don't forget my hormones are all excited too. I have dreams at night too, sexy dreams, and most of them star you!"

"Me?! Really?!"

"Yes, really. Who else?" She rolled her eyes at him. His boner had been lodged in her cleavage for a minute or two, but they'd been so busy talking that there had been no action with it. However, she looked down and got busy sliding her big breasts up and down either side of his stiff rod. "Aaaah! See? Now, isn't this fun, for both of us?"

"Definitely!" He looked down at her and smiled widely. Dang! I really am too lucky to be believed. Amy's so great! Gaawwwd, just look at her with her French maid outfit pulled down and my dick trapped deep between her round tits! She may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she's all heart. She's so adorable and lovable, AND she's got a VERY mature, voluptuous body. I've gotta stop being so **** with her. She should be "one of the gang!"

After about a minute of mutually enjoyable titfucking, Amy said, "Like I said, I've been waiting for four days until we could do this again. The only bummer is that I wish I could crane my head down and lick the tip of your thingy too. I know Mom can do that to you way easy, with her super long tongue. In fact, I'm totally frustrated that I can't just slip your thingy deep in my mouth and give it a good sucking! Why does my mom keep putting limits on me like that?! It's so frustrating!"

He said, "That just shows that she loves you; she's looking out for you."

Amy huffed, "I know, but why does she have to look out for me so darn much?! There's so much stuff I want to do with you, Bo, so much!" She looked around nervously, as if Suzanne were in the room, and then spoke quietly. "What if ... I just suck on it for, like, a second? Who would know, except you and me? I'm totally dying to try it out!"

He said, also extra quietly, "I don't know about that. Not much gets past your mom. And my mom could be spying on us already, for all we know."

Amy whispered, "Pleaaaase?! Pretty, pretty please? Just for one second. One micro-mini second. I wanna see how it feels in my mouth. I promise I won't tell anybody, not even Kat!" Even though they were talking, she was still intently sliding her tits back and forth over his boner.

All that titfucking was making him so horny that he didn't have much resistance to her suggestion. He wavered. "Well ... I don't know..."

She looked up at him with needy puppy-dog eyes. "Please?! If I'm gonna be one of your official cocksuckers, don't we need to make it all official-y?" She sat back, disengaging from his erection. "Here, stand up. That way, you're in more control. You can push my head back if I somehow forget to stop, which I probably will!" She gave him a naughty wink.

He couldn't resist, especially since the pleasure had stopped when his boner was freed from her cleavage. He stood up. "Okay, but just for a second or two."

She cried out, "Yeay!" Then remembering the need to be secretive, she whispered just as emphatically, "Yeay!"

He chuckled at that.

She pulled her French maid outfit back over her breasts again so it would have the full visual impact on him. Then she leaned in and abruptly engulfed his entire cockhead in her mouth.

He clenched his hands at his sides. The titfuck had felt great, but this was even better. Oh, man! Having my dick in Amy's innocent mouth! Dang! A great surge of pleasure washed through him.

She quickly slid her lips back and forth, right over his sweet spot, making his entire body tremble.

But then, after only half a minute or less, she pulled her lips all the way off. She whispered, "See? That didn't count, right? That was just, like, a sneak peek."

He was secretly disappointed that she'd stopped, but he decided it was for the best. He was particularly worried that Susan could be eavesdropping, in which case word would get back to Suzanne.

Luckily for him, the pleasure didn't come to an end, because Amy pulled her top down again and resumed her titfuck while he continued to stand there. She went at it with great vigor.

But, after another couple of minutes like that, they heard steps coming up the stairs.

Fearing it was Susan, they scrambled to separate and make themselves presentable.

Sure enough, it was Susan. She knocked on the door, and then let herself in. She wanted to check on things, and especially check on the state of his penis. But her interest backfired, because the fear that she'd figure out he and Amy were doing something borderline "illegal" caused his penis to rapidly deflate. She stayed and chatted a few minutes, asking Amy how she'd come to wear the French maid outfit.

By the time Amy explained her way out of that, the sexual mood had been broken. (Luckily, Susan hadn't realized that the French maid outfit had come from her own closet, since she wasn't that familiar yet with most of the clothes that Suzanne had lent her.) Amy ended up leaving the room along with Susan.

Alan decided he needed to focus his energies on something other than sexual pleasure, so he sat down to write his school essay.

However, at first, he couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. Phew! That was pretty mind-blowing. That was kind of a sneak peek at what's going to happen. I've known all along that Amy is remarkably sexually willing; I've been the one holding back. But why should I hold back any longer? Aunt Suzy just has to get it through her head that Amy's not a kid anymore. I certainly have! Boy oh boy, is that true!

For a few minutes, he let his mind drift, fantasizing about Amy's sexual promises and possibilities. But then he resolved to hunker down and get serious.

To his great relief, he found that the words seemed to flow as if he were just dictating them. It was as if his mind was so tired of sex-related stuff that he shut that part of his consciousness off completely, which let the essay write itself. He finished in a remarkably short two hours.