Lucky Man: Part 3

Chapter 7

After Susan left his room a short time later, Alan made an effort to return to a more normal day. His prolonged sex sessions with Amy and Katherine, then Suzanne, and then Susan, had taken up a good part of his morning, and he knew it would take a while for his penis to recover. He read the newspaper for a while and then surfed the Internet.

Suzanne went home to take care of some errands of her own, still without a commitment on the beach idea from Alan, because Susan had been underfoot the whole time, inhibiting any chance for Alan to talk to his Aunt Suzy in private.

Susan was still riding her ecstatic high when she gave Brenda a call. She'd loved the stories that she and Brenda had shared on the phone the day before, and in particular the dream Brenda had told her of Alan "molesting" her on a Japanese train. She couldn't wait to hear the sequel dream story that Brenda had promised.

Sure enough, Brenda and Susan got just as worked up that day as they had with their previous call. Brenda shared her sequel dream, where a fully clothed Alan led a completely naked Brenda off the train, walked her through the crowded train station, and fucked her huge tits on a crowded street corner. After that, he bought her a leash and collar at a pet store and walked her to his home to fuck her in the ass. It was assumed at the end that she would never wear clothes again. Truly, she would live a new life as his sex pet.

Of course, Susan absolutely adored it. She was starting to appreciate Brenda's vivid imagination, which went places she still hadn't dared to go. She was flying high jilling herself when she asked, "So you just walked down the street beside him, attached to his leash?! Just like that?!"

Brenda was masturbating as she replied, "Of course not! Not JUST like that. For one thing, I wasn't walking down the street like we were out for a stroll together. No, HE was walking ME, his sex pet, much as if he'd been walking a dog."

"NO!'

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"I tell you, yes! I was crawling on my hands and knees! He'd thoughtfully bought black latex gloves for me that went up past my elbows, and also thigh-high high-heel boots. That way I didn't get scruffed up crawling down the rough sidewalk. He does the same for all of his busty sex pets."

Susan exclaimed, "NO! It can't be! That's SO HOT! Too hot!"

Brenda giggled with glee. "Yes, it can be! It's my fantasy, remember? It can be anything I want it to be!"

"I know, but that's so ... so ... out there! So very naughty! Oh my goodness! 'Busty sex pets!' Brenda! OH! OH!"

"What?"

"If he treats YOU like that, what's to stop him from treating ME like that?!"

Brenda gleefully responded, "Nothing! Absolutely nothing!"

Susan shrieked. She was getting carried away by her lusty desires, as well as her frantic fingering. "I think ... I think ... I'm ... I'm going to cum again!"

Brenda screamed, "Me too! Let's cum together!"

And so it went.

Then Brenda described a couple of other fantasies about Alan, while Susan detailed the very real blowjob fun she'd just had with Alan. Just like that previous time, they both wound up masturbating to very satisfying climaxes.

They enjoyed their phone calls so much that they knew this would become a daily tradition. Susan and Suzanne already shared detailed accounts of the sexual adventures they had had with Alan, usually while working out together in the morning. But Susan now had a chance to tell some of the same exact stories to Brenda, sometimes with even more detail. They got her just as hot and bothered the second time around.

One difference had started to emerge in these exchanges. With Suzanne, Susan felt a bit abashed by her more submissive tendencies, so she tried to downplay them. But Suzanne usually saw right through her and got her to confess to them just the same. That embarrassed Susan, because she didn't see Suzanne as another sexual submissive who could fully empathize with those things. But it was clear that Brenda was at least as submissive as Susan, if not more so. Thus Susan could revel in telling Brenda the very things that she didn't want to confess to Suzanne, expecting to receive hearty approval rather than discouragement.

Also, because the two MILFs always had so many arousing recent real-life adventures with Alan to talk about instead, and Susan's dreams often featured the type of submissive fantasies she was **** to share with Suzanne, Susan often didn't tell Suzanne anything about her erotic dreams. Thus Susan and Brenda had great fun confessing that type of Alan dream to each other. Often, the more 'over the top' the fantasy or dream, the more fun they had with it.

As their phone call seemed to be winding down, with both of them feeling sexually satiated and satisfied, Susan shyly said, "Before we go, I've got a question for you."

"Go ahead."

"It's about that first fantasy you described, the great one about Alan collaring you and walking you naked on a leash. You mentioned that he was going to take you back to his home to ... to..."

Brenda just smiled, hearing the difficulty Susan was having saying what she was obviously dying to know more about. "Yes?" she invited knowingly.

Susan screwed up her courage and blurted out suddenly, "To fuck you in your ass!" She panted loudly on the line before asking tentatively, "What did you mean by that exactly? The, uh, 'fuck you in your ass' part?"

Brenda was puzzled by the question, since the answer seemed obvious. "Just like I said. Anal sex. What's the mystery of that?"

"Anal ... sex?"

Based on Susan's baffled tone of voice, it dawned on Brenda that Susan must know next to nothing about anal sex. She found that hard to believe, but then she remembered that Susan had lived an extremely sheltered sexual life until very recently. So, with caution, she replied, "Yes, anal sex. What do you know about that?"

"Um ... This is an awkward thing to talk about, to say the least, but, uh ... isn't that how gay men pretend to have sex, since neither of them have vaginas? Right up ... right up the dirty hole you poo out of! Ugh! It sounds awful!"

Brenda had to suppress the urge to groan in frustration over Susan's ignorance, since she wanted to be very careful not to offend or mock Susan over this sensitive issue. "Ah, that's ... partially correct, but only partially. Yes, that is something gay men do, but it's not pretend. I'm sure they enjoy it a great deal. Plenty of men do it to women too. It can be very enjoyable for both partners."

"Really?! How can that be?! It's unnatural, for starters. And disgusting! Have YOU done that? Don't tell me you've done it!"

"Well, no, but..." Brenda decided on a different approach. "Let me ask you this. Has Alan ever put his finger in your anus? Or have you ever put your finger in his?"

"Oh, gosh! This is terribly embarrassing. The truth is, yes to both! I'm so bad! You must think I'm a fallen woman."

Brenda had known that Susan would give that reply, since she'd shared that information previously. "No! Why would I think that? You weren't being perverse. You had a good reason for doing that, didn't you?"

"Well ... I must admit, when he's poked me there ... it feels pretty darn good. I've discovered he really enjoys it too. So when I've got him buzzing with erotic joy and I want to take him to the next level, but I've already got his fat cock in my mouth and I'm licking and sucking and stroking and doing absolutely everything I can and it's still not enough to make him see stars, that's kind of a little trick I use. You should see his reaction! It gets him practically screaming every single time!" She giggled in fond memory.

Then she added, "The downside is that I have to use a glove or, more often, wash that hand clean before I can touch him anywhere else, since I just put it in such a vile, nasty hole. Yuck! Another problem is that it's so effective that it can practically make him cum all by itself. So I don't do it that often. It's like my ace in the hole."

Brenda responded in a confidential tone, "Very good. There's absolutely nothing wrong with any of that. But think about it: that obviously feels very good for him, and it feels very good for you too. And that's just with a finger. Why do you think that is?"

"I have no idea," Susan admitted. "I try not to think about yucky things like that."

Brenda explained, "The fact is, everyone's anus has a tremendous number of nerve endings. That's true for men and women. Think how it would feel if instead of Alan putting just one solitary finger up your ass, he stuffed his whole cock up there! Even though women don't have a prostate gland, wouldn't the pleasure be many times greater?"

Susan was horrified. "NO! Dear Lord, no! For one thing, that's too big! Way too big! A finger up there is an extremely tight fit. There's no possible way to get anything bigger up there. It would tear me in two! Besides, it's too disgusting to even contemplate!"

Brenda was frustrated, but patient. "Let's put aside the size issue for the moment. Why is it okay to put a finger in, but not his cock?"

Susan responded passionately, "His cock isn't just another body part. It's very special to me. I can't allow it be defiled like that! Besides, the further something goes in there, the yuckier things get! When I do it to him, he's always clean for the first couple of inches, probably since he knows I like to finger him, and his other lovers might do so too, but beyond that ... UGH! Don't even make me think about it, or I'm going to empty my stomach!"

Brenda realized she had a long way to go to get Susan to understand much about anal sex. So, for the next fifteen minutes or so, she patiently explained what she knew about the subject in the most clinical and factual manner she could manage.

To call it an eye-opener for Susan was an understatement. Back in her prudish days, Susan had virtually no knowledge of sexual matters except what Suzanne had told her, and Suzanne had deliberately avoided mentioning anal sex, titfucking, and some other sexual acts that Susan would probably consider perverse. More recently, since Susan's sexual awakening, Suzanne had still been careful not to mention anal sex. She had a variety of reasons for not doing so, a chief one being that she didn't want Susan to get the idea that anal sex would be an acceptable substitute for vaginal sex, which would take the pressure off Susan from going all the way with Alan.

It so happened that Brenda knew a great deal about anal sex, due to what she'd learned through pornography. It was true that she'd never experienced it herself, because her interest in pornography had come into being with the rise of the Internet, after the decline of her second marriage. So by the time she was seriously intrigued in trying anal sex, she wasn't interested in sex of any kind with her husband, let alone that kind. However, even though most of her knowledge of anal sex came from biased and exaggerated pornographic accounts, those did allow her to learn the most of the important facets of the act more-or-less accurately.

After passing her knowledge on to Susan in a relatively even-handed manner, Brenda concluded with a more emotional appeal. "So, that's what I know about anal sex. But there's one more thing I do know."

"What's that?" Susan asked.

"It's a crying shame that you won't let Alan fuck your pussy. Now, I understand your reasons, even though I don't fully agree with them. But, as long as that's the case, don't you think that doubles the importance of letting him fuck your ass?"

Susan gasped. "My ASS?! Brenda, just what are you suggesting?!" She actually clenched her ass cheeks together, as if she was in danger of being anally penetrated at any moment.

"What do you think? Why did I just give you this long explanation if there wasn't a reason for it, to get you ready?"

Susan held both hands up to cover her wide-open, shocked mouth, actually dropping the phone in the process. After she picked it back up, she said, "I couldn't! I just couldn't!"

Brenda spoke challengingly. "Why not? Seriously, why not? Are you or are you not your son's big-titted mommy slut?"

"Of course I am!"

"Are you not one of his personal cocksuckers?"

"You know I am! And darn proud of it, too!"

"Good to hear. But we both know that being those things encompass much more than mere cocksucking. For instance, serving him with your tits is a vital part of the process. In fact, you keep telling me that now that he's the man of the house, your entire body essentially belongs to him, to do with as he sees fit!"

"That's true too." Susan added shyly, "Well, except for that one very important exception."

Brenda spoke passionately. "Exactly! He can't fuck your pussy. Don't tell me there's an ass exception too, because there isn't! That wasn't on your list!"

Susan had a triumphant "gotcha" moment. "True, I suppose there's no exception like that, but it's a moot point, because Tiger doesn't have ANY interest in anal sex at all! He's never even broached the idea with me! So there! I'm safe!"

But Brenda quickly replied, "Not so fast! Recall that you've told me all about his special way of getting your attention. He LOVES to fondle your ass, doesn't he? And Susan, let's be honest: you have an awesome ass! It's wonderfully fit and firm and nicely rounded."

Susan had a sudden sinking feeling. "He does, but that's a whole different thing. I love it when he 'gets my attention' in that special way. Once he starts fondling and even kneading me back there, I simply melt! Usually, it's not long before he's got all my clothes off, after which he's kissing the back of my neck while caressing my tits from behind as well. And then, not long after that, I'm on my knees with his cock halfway down my throat! Now, that's what I call good, clean, family fun. There's nothing wrong or immoral about that!"

"That's true," Brenda replied. "And I envy you about that more than you can imagine, particularly because he reasserts his ownership of your ass, and all the rest of you, every single day! But think about it. He IS a 'tit man'; there's no doubt about that. But he's clearly an ass man too! He's already started probing INSIDE your ass with a finger. Do you think he's going to stop there?"

"Well ... yes."

"NO! He's not! Susan, the fact is, you're his personal slut! It may not be my place to say this, but I'll say it anyway: he WILL fuck your pussy, and soon!"

Susan gasped, clutching at her chest with her free hand. "NO! He won't!"

"Yes he will! He's a good kid, and a loyal, loving son. Everyone can see that. He's giving you time, because he doesn't want to push you into doing something that makes you unhappy. But your body belongs to him! All of it, forever! Your new role in life is to sexually serve him! Blowjobs and titfucks are all well and good, but you can't expect him to be satisfied with that forever. No way! He's going to fuck your cunt AND your ass, and do any other damn thing he wants to do with you! He's probably just waiting impatiently for you to see the light. He'll probably eventually spank you regularly too, just because he can!"

Predictably, Susan gasped again. But that time she really was holding her breath - in awe, lust, and fear.

Brenda said, "So that's why it's important that I tell you what anal sex is all about. Frankly, I don't understand why Suzanne hasn't told you all about it already. You're going to need to take your submission to him to the next level before long. First, it was handjobs, then blowjobs, then titfucks. Since you seem so dead-set against vaginal sex, for now, that leaves anal sex as the next logical step."

"But I can't do that!" Susan wailed.

"Why not?"

"It's ... it's just ... it's just not done!"

"Yes it is!" Brenda exclaimed in exasperation. "Get out of the Middle Ages already. Like I was telling you, it's done by millions of people, including lots of straight couples!"

Figuring that the best defense was a good offense, Susan shot back, "Well, what about you, then? If you're so big on it, why don't you let Alan fuck YOUR ass?!"

Brenda grunted. "First off, I never said I'm 'so big on it.' Like I told you, I've never had anal sex myself, so it's daunting for me too."

"A-HA!"

"Hey, I'm being honest. And with Alan's cock being extra thick and extra long, that makes it even more daunting. However, if we can manage it, I'll bet that'll make it much more pleasurable for both of us too. But that's not the issue here. My status with him is extremely tenuous. I haven't so much as touched his hot, stiff cock yet! So isn't talk about him fucking my ass more than a little premature?"

Susan grumbled, "I guess."

Brenda said, "Like I was telling you earlier, anal sex is much more of a challenge than regular sex. It requires a lot of trust and patience to do it right. He can't just stick it in. It'll take a while before he develops a trusting relationship with me, if that ever even happens. Whereas, is there anyone he is more trusting and comfortable with than you? No! So, clearly, this is something that could happen to you, and soon. You need to prepare yourself!"

Susan was nearly panicky. "Oh, Brenda! I'm not ready! I didn't even know it was a thing people really do until this very phone call! No matter what you tell me, it still sounds way too gross, and wrong, to even contemplate!"

Brenda realized that Susan could only handle so much at any one time. "Don't worry. It's not like he's going to fuck your ass tomorrow. Like you said, he hasn't even suggested it. But you need to ready yourself. Think how happy he'll be if he does broach the idea and discovers that you're already ready and willing!"

Susan asked in distress, "What do I do?! How do I get ready?!"

"Don't worry. I'll help you out. I'm sure Suzanne will help too. She's a woman of the world. She may not have talked to you about it, due to your ... sensibilities ... but I would be shocked if she hasn't had anal sex herself, lots of times. You'll realize that it's not such a scary thing."

Brenda comforted and reassured Susan awhile longer. Mostly, she emphasized that there was no imminent rush to surrender her ass to Alan's cock, so Susan had time to get ahead of the issue.

Still, Susan ended the phone call feeling very shaken. Deep down, she sensed that Brenda was right, and it was just a matter of time before Alan fucked her, one way or another. If he was interested in anal sex, how could she be his sexual servant and deny him that? It was such a troubling issue for her that she resolved to put it out of her mind, at least for the moment.

Chapter 8

Susan prepared lunch in the same "erotic apron" that she'd worn that morning. Even that wasn't sufficient to revive Alan's penis, at least right away, but it definitely helped.

Still wearing the apron, Susan sat down with her kids to eat their lunch of squash and yam pie with salad. She said, "Angel, I have to apologize. I've been thinking about it, and while I still feel strongly that cocksucking is a private thing, there's no reason why we can't share tips and techniques. But please don't just walk in on me like that, okay?"

"Sorry, Mom. Are you serious about sharing tips?"

"Yes. I have to face facts. You're one of Tiger's personal cocksuckers now, just like me. It sounds like it's official now." She gave her daughter a severe look. "Do you understand the duties and responsibilities that entails?"

Katherine was gravely serious too. "I believe I do."

"I hope so. It's not all orgasms and facials and pearly necklaces, you know. This is hard work! Serving his cock comes first for us, so we have to put aside our selfish desires to compete and appear to be the best. After all, it's a medical imperative for him to have prolonged stimulation many times a day."

Katherine nodded. "Yes. A, uh, medical ... imperative." She had always found the medical justification dubious, but didn't think about it much, since she was happy to be her brother's fuck toy in any case.

Susan went on, "Instead of having you watch, what if I just try to explain some of my methods to you?"

"Sure. Sounds great."

The lusty mother relaxed a bit. "Well, I give all my techniques different names. Let me tell you about one I call 'the Countdown.' Instead of just bobbing over his sweet spot at a constant speed, I like to vary things up. So I start with five slow bobs. Then I give him four slow bobs and one fast. Then three slow, and two fast. Once I get to five fast ones, I start over again. Or maybe I do it in reverse order. The point is to keep changing things so he never knows what to expect."

Katherine replied, "Hey, Mom, that sounds great! I can't wait to try that out. And look: Bro is sitting there reading some news magazine, acting like he's not listening, but look at that bulge in his shorts!"

Susan licked her lips ostentatiously. "Mmmm! That's a lot of spermy joy, right there. But you know what? Angel, darling, I believe it's your turn to pleasure Tiger. Blow his cock and blow his mind. We'll talk sucking tips more later."

She was appointing Katherine to do the task because she recognized that Katherine hadn't been given much penis access lately. That was especially obvious after what Suzanne and Susan had done to him for so long earlier that morning. But Susan had also made her suggestion as a means of "making peace" with Katherine after getting upset at her earlier for watching.

Katherine stood up immediately. "Okay, Mom. I will. Thanks!"

She held out her hand to her brother, who she knew had been listening all along. "Come on. Mom's Countdown idea has given me all kinds of ideas on how to stagger my sucking rhythm."

Grinning, Alan gave up the pretense of trying to read.

Brother and sister retired to Alan's room. It had acquired the smell of cum again, even though he was now opening his window frequently. There was just so much sexual activity in his room that the cum smell had permeated its every nook and cranny.

He whipped off his shorts and sat on the edge of the bed.

Katherine wordlessly took off all her clothes and assumed the cocksucking position between his legs.

He commented idly, "I don't even know why we bother with clothes around here lately. It seems like half my day I'm involved in some sex act or another. Not that I'm complaining in the slightest, mind you."

She answered, "Clothes are fun. Taking them off for you and teasing you with them helps pass the time until you can be ready again to put your cock back in one of my holes." She leaned forward to engulf his cockhead.

To her surprise, he held her back. "Just a sec. Do you want to do that, or would you prefer a titfuck?" He thought back fondly to how Susan had started with a titfuck, which had quickly switched to a titfuck/blowjob combo and then to a full-on blowjob. That had left him with more of a craving for titfucks.

"A titfuck? Oh goody! You'll let me do that in the house?"

"Sure. Mom can't oppose that now that she's calling you one of my 'personal cocksuckers, ' can she?"

"Good point. Cool. But wait. I've got a better idea: we can do both."

She reached to his bedside for some KY Jelly and squeezed it onto her cleavage. Then she proudly demonstrated how she could flick her tongue at his cockhead while he pumped his boner between her tits.

Of course this wasn't a new discovery for Alan, and in fact Susan had been doing that to him just a little while earlier. But he acted as if it were an amazing discovery. Even though her lips couldn't reach down to his sweet spot, her combined effort still felt fantastic.

Just as he'd done with Susan, he made very short strokes through her cleavage so she could keep her lips on his cockhead at the same time.

He'd been enjoying a great amount of titfucking and cocksucking lately, but that didn't lessen his enjoyment of what his sister was doing to him at that moment. The last couple hours doing completely non-sexual things had restored his desire. He particularly loved how hard Katherine was trying. She was just able to suck him down to the crown of his cockhead while continuing the titfuck, but it was obviously a great strain for her to do so. Nonetheless she kept at it, over and over and over again.

Eventually he actually felt bad for her, so he said, "Sis, please. Stop. You're making this all about me and my pleasure, but it's not. It's about us. I want you to have fun!"

She pulled off, slightly miffed at having to explain. "Oh, but I am! Look, you can't possibly know what it means to be a fuck toy. I get so much satisfaction and joy knowing that I'm doing what few other women could do to you. If I wanna stop, I'm gonna stop, okay? Trust me; I love this!"

"Are you sure?"

She could only reply "Mmmm!" because she'd already resumed her bobbing.

"What if I go down on you for a while, to try to kind of even things up?"

She merely laughed at that, causing her lips to vibrate on his shaft. That inspired her to experiment with humming and other similar vibratory effects.

He didn't understand why his suggestion was so laughable, but he dropped the idea, at least for the moment.

They went at it for a long time. True to her word, Katherine tried out Susan's "Countdown" technique, and found that she liked it. However, just as she'd promised, she experimented with variations to stagger the rhythm, as well as using many other techniques of her own.

Alan insisted on lots of strategic breaks because it felt so great, which made his joy last longer.

Katherine was content to ride the peaks and valleys of his arousal, keeping him on edge and then giving him a chance to recuperate. She also was aware that Suzanne and Susan had given him very prolonged stimulation earlier in the day, so she took it as a challenge to perform at least to their level.

During one break, he commented, "It's weird, isn't it, how Mom acts about this? She just said to you, 'Angel, darling, I believe it's your turn to pleasure Tiger. Blow his cock and blow his mind!' And that was it. Almost like she asked you to do the dishes."

"I know. It's weird." She appeared thoughtful, but she didn't say any more.

He added, "And yet she freaked out when she realized you were watching."

Katherine smiled up at him as she licked his sweet spot, even though they were supposed to be taking a break. "Yeah, but you smoothed that over. You're such a smoothie. And your cock is so nice and smooth too, not that veiny or bumpy at all." She showed what she meant by ostentatiously licking every last inch she could reach with her talented tongue.

Changing the topic, he asked her, "So which do you enjoy more: a straight cocksuck, or a cocksuck-titfuck combo?"

"Your fuck toy doesn't care," she answered, while still on a mission to thoroughly lick all of his cock and balls. "She's happy just to have her brother's fat, cum-filled baseball bat do nasty things to her in any and every way. He always gives her lots of orgasms and a big load of sweet jism any way she takes it. And that's the truth."

"Sis, you don't need to talk in the third person. That's weird. I'm still your brother, you know." He correctly guessed it was a sign that she was getting much more aroused, but it still felt strange to him. He was getting used to it with Susan, but not with his sister.

She giggled. "Please forgive me, Big Zucchini Brother. Maybe your sister, I mean, maybe I deserve a spanking for my disobedience."

"That's about the fifth time this morning you've suggested you deserve a spanking for something or other. If you don't stop it, I'm NOT going to spank you anytime soon. And you didn't disobey. In fact, you're not even supposed to obey my every whim. When did we decide that?"

Somehow, she managed to talk while still licking him. She dropped her voice to a whisper, just in case their mother was eavesdropping. "I decided that the first time you fucked me. It felt so good, I literally saw stars. A fuck like that demands serious loyalty. Your fuck toy lives to be fucked by you!" Then she chided him almost condescendingly, "It's kind of inherent in the name."

She resumed her usual voice. "Speaking of which, how can my mouth be so close to your dick without being fucked hard like the second pussy that it is? And look at my soft, sweet, firm tits: they've been totally unfucked for a good three minutes now."

She made big, sad, puppy dog eyes.

He relented as they both broke into laughter.

Since their break had pretty much come to an end anyway, he resumed thrusting into her tight cleavage. Most of their conversation during breaks was in a similar vein. He upbraided her for her self-degrading talk, but he secretly enjoyed it and she knew that. But she enjoyed it even more than he did (which is why she kept doing it).

Alan eventually climaxed, after she'd been at it for at least forty minutes. The tip of his cock was inches from her mouth when it happened, so most of his cum hit her there. However, she wanted a full facial, so she turned her head this way and that so the flood of his cum would hit her on the cheeks, nose, and chin as well.

Once he was done, he looked down at her body and saw that he'd given her an impressive pearl necklace as well as a facial. Gobs of his cum dripped down the sides of her neck and chin like viscous milk. I know I'm not the sexual super stud with the tree-trunk dick that they all seem to think I am, but I sure do cum a lot. Or is that a normal amount?

When it was over, he still felt weirded out by his sister's attitude, so he said, "Sis, now that we're not being sexual, things go back to normal, right? We're just the same old brother and sister, right?"

"Yeah. Sure. It's not like I'm gonna clean your room for you or anything. We're still cool."

"Good. Because I'm just a little freaked. Everything is sex, sex, and more sex! I mean, I love it, but I don't want to just interact with you and Mom and the others on a sexual level. I love you all for yourselves as well, ya know? Let's do something totally nonsexual for a change. Just like the old days." He found it a bit difficult to discuss anything nonsexual while she was rubbing his cum all over her face, but he persevered.

"Okay. What?" she asked as she finished licking her palm clean of his cum. Her eyes were doe-like and pretty as she stared up at him quizzically.

"Oh, I don't know. How about we play some video games? One-on-one shoot 'em up? I know you like that." He unstraddled her and stood up, his penis still at half-mast as it hung between his legs. He offered his sister his hand to help her sit up.

She glanced at her brother's penis and noticed that there was a large drop of unspent cum dangling lazily from the tip. She scooped that up with a finger and said, as casually as ever, "Cool. However, give me a minute. I have to ask Mom something."

He said, "You don't have to ask her anything, I can tell. It's just that you can't wait to show off how thoroughly I painted your face."

She grinned impishly. "What can I say? Guilty as charged. You're just too smart. I'll be back in a minute or two, unless she asks to lick me clean." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Katherine hustled to Susan's bedroom where she was busy vacuuming. "Hey Mom! Hey Mom! Look at the gift Brother gave me!"

Far from chiding Katherine for showing off, Susan happily declared, "Oh my goodness. Just look at your face. That's so hot!"

Katherine had been showing off a little bit, but she also was genuinely eager to show Susan the cum and share the joy with her, in the same way she might have wanted to show her mother a picture she had created when she was a little kid. Susan's "cool" and understanding attitude really impressed her.

She started to walk off. "It is, isn't it? Well, I'm off to the bathroom."

Susan exclaimed, "Wait! Stop! You're not going to wash that off, are you?"

"That was the plan."

"Angel, please. Haven't I talked to you about the sin of Onan? There's something sacred about a man's sperm. It's the spark of life. Please don't wash it down the drain, now or ever!"

So, instead, they sat and talked for a few minutes while Katherine slowly scooped the cum off her face and ate it. Eventually, Susan broke her resolve and asked for some too.

Katherine was beyond delighted to feed a finger into her mother's mouth and have her lick it clean.

All the while, Susan tried to lecture Katherine on the "serious responsibilities of being a personal cocksucker," while also revealing more of her effective blowjob techniques. Or at least she did when she wasn't sucking fingers.

Katherine seriously considered divulging that Amy had become a "personal cocksucker" too, but she figured it was up to Amy or Alan to share that fact.

Chapter 9

After that, Katherine and Alan dressed and went to the living room to play the video game "Grand Theft Auto III."

Alan was actually greatly relieved to experience this revival of old habits. He was even happy to see his sister completely clothed in relatively normal clothes, just as Susan was fully clothed while she worked in the nearby kitchen. To be honest, he was a little weirded out from having such prolonged stimulation sessions with Suzanne, Susan, and then Katherine, and particularly by having it all openly acknowledged by everyone. For one thing, it simply seemed too good to be true, so he was almost expecting some kind of problem to develop.

Katherine had seen that he really needed a mental return to normality for a while, so she purposely avoided any flirtation or sexy exposure. Indeed, he was happy to see they could still relate just as they had before his six-times-a-day diagnosis. Soon they were laughing and having a great time. The only lingering evidence of sexuality was the smell of his cum and a slight sheen to her face from her facial.

About an hour into their video game fun, Amy came by and found them in the living room, sitting on the floor in front of the big-screen TV. She was wearing a powder-blue Chargers jersey and shorts. She wasn't a football fan, but she liked how the jersey looked, and she knew Alan liked it. She said, "Hey, peeps! What's up?"

Alan explained, "We're just playing around, as you can see."

Amy smiled, like she usually did. "Cool beans! Can I join in?"

Katherine replied to her, "Sure thing. In fact, why don't you take over for me? I've got some things to do in my room."

"M'kay!"

In truth, Katherine didn't have anything really pressing. But she didn't like playing Grand Theft Auto, as she considered it too violent. She'd just been playing because she enjoyed being with her brother. She'd been hoping he might get aroused and need some help. But that didn't seem to be in the cards, and she'd had her fill of the game.

After a little small talk with Amy and Alan, Katherine stood to go. But she'd only taken a few steps when she saw Amy peel out of her clothes in a flash.

Alan asked in surprise, "Aims, what are you doing?!"

Amy kept right on stripping. She already had her shorts off, and now she dramatically pulled her jersey over her head. "Is this cool, Bo? I figure it's cool. Everyone's all hunky-dory about nudity around your house lately, right?"

Before Alan could answer that, Katherine said to Amy, "That's true in general, but you have to remember that there are some limits on what Alan can handle, both physically and mentally. Things have gotten really sexy here a lot lately, so sometimes he needs to just sort of rest his brain. Right, Bro?"

Alan nodded. "Right. That's definitely true. However, Sis, Amy loves nudity so much that I don't want to disappoint her. I can handle it. Besides, I'll be looking at the screen all the time, not her."

Katherine looked at him with concern. "Are you sure? I don't want you to mentally overheat or something."

He waved her away. "It'll be fine. If not, I'll just ask her to put her clothes back on."

"Yeay!" Amy had been standing, but she dropped down to where he was sitting and gave him a quick hug and a kiss. "Coolio! Alan, you rule-lio!" She giggled.

Katherine looked at Amy with concern. That hug and kiss seemed merely friendly, but Amy was nude while doing it. Katherine was worried that if her brother didn't get a proper mental rest, he wouldn't be up for more sexual fun later in the day. She asked him, "Are you SURE?"

"Sure, I'm sure."

Katherine reluctantly started to walk away. "Okay. But if things do change and you need some help with your special problem, remember that I'm right upstairs."

He nodded, and looked back to the screen. "Got it."

As Katherine walked up the stairs, Amy sat on the floor right where Katherine had been earlier. She asked, "By the way, where's Aunt Susan?"

"I think she's outside, doing some gardening."

"M'kay. Cool. So how does this work? I've never played before."

He started to show her how to play the game, while trying to keep his eyes on the screen instead of her naked body.

Back in her room a few minutes later, Katherine wrote:

Dear Diary,

I got to titfuck Brother's big cock today! As usual, it was AWESOME! I love being able to gobble on his knob while squeezing the rest of his shaft to **** with my boobs. I could do that ALL DAY LONG! And before that, I got to watch him blow his load down Mom's throat. That was surprisingly fun! I love what that suggests about how we're going to share our sexy fun times from now on. (Knock on wood!) I'll tell you more about it later, 'cos I want to remember every last little spermy detail.

But then he got all normal on me. I guess he needs some time to adjust to this whole fuck-toy idea. Why can't he understand that when you have a sister who also is your fuck toy, you can have your yummy cock pleasured nearly every hour of the day? SIGH! I'm pushing too hard, aren't I? He even still has issues thinking of me as his fuck toy (or one of his fuck toys, I should say - just thinking about him having many busty, beautiful sex pets to splooge on gets me so horny!). I'll just have to take it slow for a while and tone down the language until he realizes my rightful role is to love him and serve him. I guess there's no spanking for me today. Shucks.

That's okay, though. The important thing is what happens in the long term. We're just gonna get closer and closer and closer until he'll be not only my brother and my lover and my best friend, but he'll also be the father of my children! And, I dare say, maybe even my MASTER too!!! Then we'll live together happily forever and ever. Sure, he's way too studly now to be happy with just one woman, but as long as he knocks me up there's no way he could ever leave me. I'll always be right there by his side, one of his favorites! Besides, it just feels so good and so right if Mom, Aims, Aunt Suzy, and I become the inner core of his harem!

Mmmm ... Diary, as usual, I find myself writing with one hand while fingering all my tingly spots with the other. I shouldn't have started thinking about his powerful seed flooding my vagina, with his cute little spermies finding an egg and fertilizing it! Oh God! I'll write more later. Gotta go! Gotta cum!