Paint It, Black: Part 2

Chapter 4

There were two class periods after lunch. Katherine's paint job dried completely during the fifth period. Sixth period was her cheerleader practice. Since the cheerleaders had a football game to cheer at immediately afterwards, they had only a light practice of stretches and warm-ups, and a review of what they would be doing later during the game. They practiced on a little-used lawn that was separated from the football field by only a chain-link fence. The football players could see them from about 100 yards away while they too were warming up for the game.

Katherine was almost certain that no one would notice her paint job. In fact, it was so convincing that she made it through most of her cheerleader practice before there was any trouble.

The head cheerleader's name was Heather. She was gorgeous. She lived the clichéd life of going out with the star quarterback on the football team, and she was a near-certain lock for both Homecoming Queen and the Most Popular award later in the year.

She had long blonde hair that she usually wore in a ponytail, pouty red lips, shining eyes, and a deeply tanned, tall body. It was rare for someone so blonde to be so tanned, but she worked at it. It was rumored that even her most private places were just as tanned as the rest of her, and that was true. But it was her big breasts and perfect facial features which won her fame at school (even though it was widely believed that her breasts were largely implants).

Inwardly, she actually was an immoral, stuck-up, horny bitch who cheated on her boyfriend all the time. She was demanding and domineering with everyone. Her haughtiness, however, seemed only to make her more popular and unobtainable.

There were six cheerleaders on the varsity squad: Heather, Katherine, Amy and three others named Kim, Janice and Joy. Because of budget cuts and the resultant teacher shortage, plus Heather's previous years of experience and some kind of mysterious power play she had pulled, there wasn't any teacher monitoring them. As a result, Heather had complete control over the squad. Behind her back, the others not-so-jokingly called her "Little Hitler" for the way she ran the squad. More commonly, they just called her "bitch."

Heather faced the other five as she led the exercises, so only she was in a position to closely observe them. With the class period nearing its end, she finally noticed something odd about Katherine - something about the way that she was protecting her body - but Heather couldn't put her finger on it. Suspicious, she ordered them all to do a variety of warm-up exercises.

She found out why Katherine was acting strangely during one stretching exercise where they each pulled one of their legs all the way up to their heads as they stood.

Heather walked over to her. One of Katherine's legs pointed straight up towards the sky. She put her hand on Katherine's butt, under the skirt, as if to help her stretch even higher.

Heather's hand slid up a bit, and then she felt the lack of any underwear. Whoa! What do we have here? she thought. It's just as I thought, but I can't believe it!

"Katherine, are you having trouble with your stretch?" With her other hand Heather reached straight for Katherine's slit, and stuck a finger inside it.

Katherine silently gasped. "Um, n-no! I-I-I'm good!" she stammered.

"I don't know," said Heather. "You feel really ... tight." She stuck a second finger into Katherine's slit as she said that.

Although Heather favored sex with men, she was actually bisexual. She'd already figured out ways to demand sex with Kim, Janice, and Joy, all of whom strongly disliked her as a result. So far, she hadn't demanded sex with either Katherine or Amy, because they were both believed to be completely straight virgins, which made Heather extra cautious.

But finding Katherine with painted-on panties instead of real ones made Heather completely reassess that 'known fact'. She figured that Katherine's condition made her fair game, and she certainly was aroused by Katherine's great beauty. She wiggled her two fingers deeper into Katherine's slit.

Katherine gasped in horror. To any distant outside observer, it looked like Heather was merely trying to hold her up with both hands to prevent her from falling.

"I think it's good if you loosen up," Heather suggested with a smirk. "I think you may have a strained muscle or something." She plowed her two fingers in and out of Katherine's slit as discretely as she could manage, since the other cheerleaders stood exercising just a few feet away. Heather was not only very active sexually, but she also loved the thrill of danger.

"Um, whatever you say," said Katherine. She was petrified. She looked over towards the other cheerleaders, and luckily they continued their exercises, oblivious. But Katherine knew that, with a few words to alert them, the bitchy Heather could now destroy her completely. She was totally at Heather's mercy.

Heather wanted to have more fun with Katherine, but she knew she couldn't at that moment because all the other cheerleaders were waiting for her, especially since it was game day. If she were to delay any longer, they would start to look closely at her hold on Katherine, and the gig would be up.

So she thought: How can I take advantage of this? If I can't enjoy this right now, then I'll hand Katherine over to someone who can, and then join in the fun later.

She walked back in front of the group and looked over the other cheerleaders. What about Kim? She's a total lesbian, I know that. She'll definitely like this, and will owe me one.

"Kim," said Heather, "I'm worried about Kathy here." Katherine hated that nickname, which only Heather was insensitive and cruel enough to use. "I think she's got a muscle cramp coming on, but doesn't want to admit it. Can you take her over there" - she pointed to a spot on the lawn about ten yards away - "and help her get limbered up? I think the cramp is right in the front groin area, so don't miss that."

Kim had medium-length, brown hair, and was the shortest person on the team. She was about as beautiful as everyone else on the cheerleading squad, who all looked like stereotypically-gorgeous Southern California cheerleaders. and while the girl was 18 like every other cheerleader, she was known to be dense and very naive

Heather smiled like a shark that had just found its next meal. She'd picked a spot in the opposite direction from where all the other cheerleaders faced. That way, she could see what Kim was doing while she continued to lead the practice, but the other cheerleaders couldn't. But there was always the possibility any of them might turn around, especially if she stared in that direction too much.

At the last second, Heather whispered in Kim's ear, "Give her the finger, if you know what I mean!"

Kim had no idea what that meant. Her first guess was that she meant giving the middle finger sign, and that didn't make any sense. But she didn't want to cross Heather, who hated to suffer fools, so she pretended like she understood. She hoped something would happen to help explain the cryptic comment.

Kim and Katherine walked away from the others.

The two of them walked to the spot that Heather had indicated, and then stopped.

Katherine's heart was beating in fear like a loud drum. Between traffic noise and the general noise of being outdoors, they were pretty much out of earshot of the other cheerleaders, unless one of them said something loud.

"All righty, let's see what the problem is," said Kim. She flipped up the front of Katherine's skirt, intending to apply a bit of massage. The black paint job and black-haired pussy stared back at her and she suddenly realized Heather's real meaning.

"Oh my!" was all Kim could say.

"Please have mercy!" whispered Katherine frantically. "Just don't tell anyone! It was an accident!"

Kim's facial expression changed as she suddenly realized the position of power she suddenly found herself in. Like Heather, Kim assumed that Katherine had to have a majorly kinky side to be practicing with painted-on panties, especially on a game day. And, like Heather, she took that to mean that Katherine was fair game for almost any kind of sexual fun.

Katherine trembled in fear. It was one thing to tease her brother, whom she loved dearly. It was another thing altogether to be at the mercy of someone she disliked, like Heather, or didn't know well, like Kim. The two of them hadn't really known each other at all until cheerleading practice began a few weeks before.

Kim put a finger into Katherine's already very wet cunt, and noted that Katherine didn't say or do anything about it. So she began pistoning in and out with her finger.

"An accident, huh?" Kim finally said after a minute or so passed. "Somehow you just accidentally got painted-on underwear? How does that happen by accident?"

"It's a long story. Are you going to tell anyone? Please don't tell anyone!" Katherine pleaded.

"Well, that depends. Are you going to cooperate?"

"Yes. Yes. Anything!"

"Goody! Anything? So you don't mind if I do this?" She took three fingers and stuffed them all in Katherine's cunt.

Katherine gasped at the massive intrusion, but didn't say anything. She didn't want to attract any more attention. It was bad enough that Heather was constantly looking over in their direction.

Kim prodded, "I asked you a question. Do you mind?"

"N-n-no. I don't mind." Katherine shuddered in both fear and horniness.

"Cool. Let's get down on the ground and make it look like we're stretching. Let's sit just the right distance apart so we're one arm's length from each other when we're all stretched out. Then I'll reach over and put my hands on your pussy, but it'll look like I'm doing a full stretch. Then you'll reach over and put your fingers in my cunt. Think you can handle that?"

"Yes," Katherine said weakly.

They both got into position, completely spread-eagled on the ground. From a distance it looked like they were sitting across from each other and imitating the other's movements, each pulling their heads to the ground as they stretched. But if one were nearer and looked closely, one could notice that each woman had a hand under the skirt of the other.

Katherine pulled the thin band of cloth away from Kim's vulva, and stuck her fingers into another woman for the first time. She tried not to think about what she was doing, just operating on auto-pilot until the ordeal was over.

After a few minutes of this, curiosity got the best of Kim, and she quietly asked, "Okay, I'm dying to know: just why ARE your panties painted on? I thought you were the prudish one in our group, but you turn out to be secretly this totally kinky freakazoid!"

Katherine whispered back, "It's not like that! It was an accident!"

However, much to Katherine's consternation, she was **** to cut off her explanation. The other cheerleaders took a short break, during which Janice came over to see how Katherine was doing. Her curiosity was piqued because she noticed the other two were speaking in unusually hushed tones.

Kim immediately removed her hands from anywhere near Katherine's pussy, but still Katherine was deathly afraid that Janice would notice the paint job.

Even Kim was terribly nervous. She put up a tough front, but her bravado hid her butterflies.

"How's it coming, Katherine? Muscle cramp, huh?" Janice knelt right behind Katherine and even put her hands on her shoulders.

"Yep."

"Need any help? I'd be happy to massage your thigh muscles."

"No thanks!" Katherine said far too loudly. "Um, I'm cool. Kim is helping out."

Janice walked off after another few moments of chitchat. She was still a bit curious about all the whispering, but she had other things to do.

Kim immediately had both of them get back into position, fingers in each other's pussies. "Let's just stay like this for a while," she said. "I don't know how we're gonna do it, but we're not gonna leave here until you get me off."

"Will you be quiet then?" Katherine asked.

"If you do all I say, I will. But I'm not through with you yet! I had no idea you were like this. You seemed like such a prude, to be frank ... Tell me, are you seriously planning to go to the football game like that?"

"I didn't plan it, exactly. Like I said, this was an accident! I AM prudish. I forgot to wear panties this morning, and so this was an emergency solution. I got painted during lunch. It was either that, or wear nothing at all!"

"Good Lord, girl, I thought you were the most frigid of us cheerleaders, and it turns out you were the hottest of us all. That takes some wicked serious guts! And if you're prudish, you finger a pussy pretty well for a prude."

Katherine had no reply to that.

They both continued to plunge their fingers into each other's pussies as they talked. They bobbed their bodies to make it look like they were stretching, which caused their fingers to piston in and out.

After a while, Katherine asked, "Kim, I know you're a lesbian, but why do you assume that I'll enjoy fingering you too?"

"Well, do you?"

Katherine thought about it. She was surprised to find that she was starting to actually enjoy the fingering. It was just like masturbation, except better because you never knew what the other's fingers were going to do. Had it not been for the unfortunate circumstances, she would have liked it a lot more. She kind of dodged the question by saying, "I don't like the fact that you're forcing me to do it. I thought you were a nice person!"

Kim grimaced. She was a nice person, normally. However, the situation had made her lose control a little bit. Plus, she explained, "Look. We HAVE to do this. You know what Heather whispered in my ear, just before she walked away?"

"What?" Katherine did remember seeing the whispering.

"She told me to give you the finger. I think her exact words were, 'Give her the finger, if you know what I mean.' At first, I didn't understand, but once I saw your painted panties, her meaning was obvious. Especially since she gave me, the one open lesbian in the squad, the task. You think I want to disobey Heather and get on her shit list? No thanks!"

Katherine didn't know how to respond to that, since she greatly feared Heather as well. But her silence showed she understood the pressure Kim was under.

"Who painted you?" asked Kim after a while.

"Pardon me?" Her nervous jitters came back instantly.

"You heard me. Who painted you? Don't tell me you painted yourself. Tell me the truth, or I might just show your paint job to the other cheerleaders and get their opinion on who did it."

"Promise not to tell anyone who it is?"

"You're not in a position to be asking favors. Yeah, I promise, but that means you'll owe me one. Which you already do. You'll have to pleasure me again and more extensively on some other day. Which is something you already have to do, so I guess it doesn't matter. I'll have to consult with Heather and figure out just what kind of fun we're going to have with you."

"I'm so ashamed! He would kill me for telling. It was my brother, Alan."

"Your brother? Kinky! God, even your puffed-up pussy lips are painted thoroughly, and by your brother!"

Katherine immediately realized it was stupid to have made that confession, but it was too late to take it back. She tried to minimize the implications. "It's not like that! It was a practical thing. Who else could I ask to do that favor? It's not like I was going to ask a stranger! I figured that, with my brother, he'd respect, you know, my chastity. He was a total gentleman about it."

"Not a bad choice. Your brother is pretty cute. All right, that gives me an idea. I think I have a plan on how we can punish you properly. Let's see if your little paint job works in the game, and meanwhile I'll talk it over with Heather. But for now, let's switch positions so you can finger me better. I wish I could just rub my hands all over your sweet black butt and your magnificent tits. But that will have to wait for another time."

Katherine's tits were quite a bit bigger than Kim's, and the lesbian cheerleader had fantasized about touching them ever since she'd joined the team. In fact, she had fantasies involving all the other cheerleaders, since she was a lesbian and they were all gorgeous. She even fantasized about Heather: she hated her personality, but loved her body.

Katherine literally trembled in anticipation. She knew she liked guys (and especially Alan!) too much to be a lesbian, but she had to admit that being fingered briefly by Heather and then more extensively by Kim really got her hot. The feeling of stretching her pussy over the fresh green grass while Kim's lithe little fingers played around inside her cunt in direct sight of the knowing Heather and within possible sight of the other cheerleaders and even of the football players was nearly too much for her.

In the fifteen or so minutes that Kim and Katherine had fingered each other on the lawn, their cover as stretching exercises had become increasingly less plausible.

Kim had even considered ordering Katherine to lick her, but couldn't think of a remotely plausible cover exercise for that, and especially worried about drawing the attention of the football players.

Meanwhile, Heather had to go out of her way to avoid any exercises which involved the cheerleaders turning around, or everything would have been exposed instantly. Kim and Katherine each climaxed over and over, though they were very careful to be completely quiet about it.

Chapter 5

When practice ended, Katherine had to ask Kim to take a close look at her paint job, to make sure all the frigging and leaking hadn't ruined it.

Kim gladly did so. She lay on the ground and looked up between Katherine's legs as Katherine "accidentally" walked over her. She gave Katherine the bad news that, unfortunately, the pink parts of her pussy lips, now engorged, were fairly visible. That just made both of them hotter, because it was clearly too late for Katherine to turn back from cheerleading just because she was without panties.

Alan, meanwhile, was at the game to look out for his sister (and to look at her too). Because he got there early, he went down to the field to say "Hi" to Katherine and Amy.

When he did so, Katherine and Kim were standing together. He noticed there was something odd about them, but he couldn't quite understand it. They seemed strangely energized, with both of them staring at him very intently. He knew Katherine was wearing nothing but painted-on panties underneath, so he could understand her behavior a bit, but he didn't get why Kim seemed to be acting the exact same way.

But after he said his hellos, Kim took him aside and spoke to him for a minute or two. He found that odd as well, because it seemed that she wanted to tell him something important, but she never quite did.

With more of the crowd showing up, Alan had to leave the field and go to the stands. He had borrowed a pair of binoculars, and then sat in the front row of the stands to get the closest view of his sister that he could. He also made a point of avoiding his friends so he could sit by himself, completely away from everyone else. Luckily, the stands were only half-filled and few wanted to sit in the front row, since the higher seats gave a better view of the game.

He told himself that he was merely interested in making sure the paint job worked well. However, he already had a stiff erection just from anticipating what he would see.

The game began, and the cheerleaders started to do their thing.

Alan couldn't see much of Katherine's privates with his naked eye. He didn't get many chances, because Katherine jumped around as little as possible. When he did get a chance, he thought he could see a flash of pink, and realized with a twinge in his dick that he must be seeing her labia.

But he wondered, Did I notice it only because I'm looking for it? Is it my imagination? Can others see it too?

However, it wasn't just in his mind. With the high-powered binoculars he had borrowed, everything was clear as day. Instead of being fifty or more feet away, it seemed to him like he was only five feet from her - he felt he could reach out and touch the clearly visible hairy mound of her pussy.

He quickly stopped and looked around at the crowd to see if anyone else had binoculars. Luckily, it was just an ordinary game between two high school teams, and no one else seemed to have cared enough to bring any. The crowd was pretty small in any case. He felt relieved, and went back to staring at his sister.

Down on the field, Kim stood next to Katherine as they jumped about. Heather was on Katherine's other side.

Kim whispered to Katherine, "I can see where your brother is in the stands."

"Where?" Katherine asked excitedly.

"There," Kim pointed. "He's in the very first row. And it looks like he has some serious binoculars and isn't pointing them at the game. Is that what you call 'brotherly love?'"

"I told you already it's not like that," said Katherine resentfully. She was seriously regretting having told Kim who'd painted her privates. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach that her incestuous situation was being exposed, and she didn't see what she could do to stop it.

But knowing that her brother was watching, and with binoculars to boot, she began to jump around more enthusiastically. It made her hot to think that, in fact, three other people already knew she wore no panties: Alan, Kim, and Heather.

Back in the stands, Alan's reverie was broken when he heard the voice of Christine behind him. "Hi Alan. What'cha looking at?"

Startled, he turned to face her guiltily. "Oh hi, Christine. What are you doing here?"

He said that relatively calmly, but inside he was panicking. Christine, of all people! Oh shit! We haven't really hung out in a significant way in a week. Why now, of all times? I feel too embarrassed to talk to her now.

Christine was still nervous about being with Alan after how she'd turned him down, but she was making a conscious effort to continue repairing her friendship with him. Everyone thought she was strong as steel, but she lacked a lot of confidence about certain things, most of them having to do with sex and relationships. She smiled and tried to act casual. "I just saw you here and thought I'd sit with you. What are you doing here? I thought you didn't like football."

Alan realized that it was clear he was looking at the cheerleaders and not the game. "I was ... looking at my sister doing her cheerleading. She asked me to watch. They've got a whole bunch of new moves, and she wanted to get my opinion about them."

"Oh really? Can I take a look?" Christine asked, even as she reached for the binoculars.

"No!" He lied, "Um, I mean, these binoculars are not mine. The guy I borrowed them from gave them to me very reluctantly. He said I could only use them if I didn't let anyone else touch them. So I really have to respect that."

"Okay. Geez. Not a big deal."

Phew! That was a close one. God, what if she saw me staring at my sister's pussy, flashing in the sun? She'd think I'm a total pervert, or worse. She'd never speak to me again!

Trying to distract her, he told one of the blonde jokes he'd saved up for his encounters with her. He liked telling Christine dumb-blonde jokes, mainly because she was blonde yet also the smartest person he knew, so he could tease her about being a "dumb blonde" in good fun. "Hey, Christine. What do you see when you look directly into a blonde's eyes?"

She rolled her eyes. "I don't know. What?"

"The back of her head."

"Ugh," Christine said while frowning, even though she found it amusing. She immediately shot back, "Okay, you and your 'dumb blonde' jokes, I've got a 'dumb teenage brunette boy named Alan' joke. You want to hear it?"

"Sure."

"How can you tell a fax has been sent from a dumb teenage brunette boy named Alan?"

He shrugged, since he didn't have a good answer.

"There's a stamp on it."

Alan smiled and said, "Harsh." Then, after a perfectly timed pause, he asked cluelessly, "Um, what's a stamp, exactly?"

Christine burst into laughter.

While they were joking around, Christine was generally looking towards the playing field, giving him a golden opportunity to ogle her. Peeking at her was a bit risky due to the intense disapproving glares he would get when she caught him doing so. As usual, she wore clothes that fully concealed her cleavage, along with jeans or pants that hid her legs. Even so, her body was so amazingly curvy that everyone considered her smoking hot.

Alan already had a raging hard-on from watching the cheerleaders, and now with Christine next to him he was having even more lewd thoughts. He realized that he needed to get away from this situation and cool down.

After some more idle conversation and joking around, he said out of the blue, "Actually, Christine, I think I've seen enough of the game. It's almost the end of the first half, and the cheerleaders just do the same stuff over and over after a while. Since neither of us really is into football and this game is pretty boring, why don't we go get some ice cream?"

She stood up to go. "That sounds great."

He said, "Here's a joke for you. A blonde female police officer pulls over a blonde gal for speeding. She walks up to the car and asks the blonde for her driver's license. She has to explain, 'It's that thing with your picture on it.' The blonde driver looks all over and finally pulls out her compact, opens it up, looks at herself, and then hands it to the cop."

He paused for effect, then went on, "The blonde cop looks at the compact, rolls her eyes, hands the compact back, and says, 'If you'd told me you were a police officer when I first pulled you over, we could have avoided this whole thing!'"

Christine laughed heartily.

Alan naturally enjoyed making people laugh, but he especially liked making Christine laugh because when she did she tended to close her eyes, giving him more opportunity to ogle her body. Laughing also usually caused her full breasts to jiggle in very delightful ways.

As he gawked, he thought, Dang! Massive jiggling on a Wonder Woman day, no less. And I'll bet she doesn't realize how much her chest thrusts forward when she puts her hands behind her back like that. Is there some kind of cosmic conspiracy to make me cum in my shorts today?

He was referring to the fact that she was wearing her Wonder Woman T-shirt. It was practically the only T-shirt that she owned - she normally wore blouses - and it was a bit tight on her. It showed off her chest more than anything else she wore. On a good day like today, he could even see a hint of nipple and the outlines of her bra straps. He loved what he called "Wonder Woman days" - the rare times she wore that shirt.

Christine finally opened her eyes. "You're so bad, Alan." But she couldn't stop smiling. Being with Alan always made her feel good.

Down on the field, Katherine saw Alan start to walk off with Christine. She had been jumping even more enthusiastically ever since she had seen Alan watching. She began to flash her pussy and her ass to the crowd more and more in an attempt to keep him from leaving, to no avail.

As soon as her brother left, her behavior changed again and she hardly moved at all. She was jealous of Christine. I thought she wasn't interested in him and he'd given up on her. And now they're going off together somewhere. Shit.

When half-time began, Kim came up to Katherine, grabbed her by the arm, and whispered in her ear, "I think I know one cheerleader who has very unnatural feelings for her brother! The evidence keeps piling up. I saw how you were putting on a show for him, and then stopped and got all bummed out. You can't deny it. I think Heather will find that most interesting!"

Katherine realized that she'd been busted. "No! You can't tell!" she whispered back.

"For such a smart girl, you're not very bright. You just confirmed it! To think that until today I thought you were so conservative! Okay, I'll keep it a secret, including from Heather, but now you REALLY owe me. In fact, I think that basically, you're my bitch. You're my ****. What do you think about that?"

"What are you going to make me do?" Katherine asked in fright. She had images of being tied up with ropes in a dungeon.

"Nothing too much, and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself thoroughly, if today on the grass was any indication. For starters, I want you to wear the same painted-on panties to cheerleader practice all next week."

"What?!"

"That's the idea that Heather and I came up with. That's your punishment from her. But to get even with me, there's more. I want to wear the same thing next week too. I think it's totally hot. I'm waaaaay jealous! I wish I was you right now, flashing my cunny to hundreds of strangers! So you'll get your brother to paint me up too. How do you two do it, anyway?"

"He painted me during lunch, in a supply closet." Katherine was in a state of shock.

"Perfect. Sounds delicious. On top of that, any time I want your body, you come running. What are you doing tonight?"

"I have a date," she lied.

"With your brother, I'm sure," Kim snickered.

"No! That's not true!"

"Whatever. I want you to cancel it. You're cumming with me. Spelled C U M. You'll find I'm really not mean, and I'm not into anything weird. I just like to get off."

"I-I-I can't! My father is coming home, and he's been away for months! I'm going to be really busy this weekend!"

Kim remembered that Katherine had in fact previously mentioned her father coming home over the weekend, so she figured it wasn't a lie. "I'm sure we'll find some time. Starting after the game. Give me your phone number."

When the game ended, Heather and Kim took Katherine to a nearby supply shed and made her put her fingers in each of their pussies at the same time.

Katherine frigged first one and then the other and then back again. The whole time they talked to her in greater detail about her new, submissive situation.

Katherine protested that she had to leave immediately because her mother was coming to pick her up.

But they didn't let her off that easily. Heather, naturally in charge, said, "Katherine, since you're in such a rush we'll let you go, just as soon as you lick my pussy. Kim, you'll be getting plenty of this treatment from her in days to come, so be patient."

Kim just stayed silent and watched intently to see what Katherine would do.

Katherine pushed aside Heather's panties yet again. She noticed that the two girls seemed to mock her lack of panties by keeping their own on.

As she stared at Heather's pussy, she thought to herself, This morning I'd never even imagined touching a woman, and now I've already gotten intimate with two pussies at the same time! How crazy is that? To Heather, she said, "Look, later, but right now-"

"Stuff it," Heather interrupted. "If you argue, I'll make you spend more time arguing than just doing it, and in the end I'm going to make you do it anyway. Just give me a few licks to show me you're capable and understand your position. If you're really in a hurry, you'll just get it over with."

Katherine could see no way out. She looked intently at Heather's pussy. She had to admit that it was a really pretty one with nicely-formed lips and a cute little clit that poked out just below a furry patch of blonde pubic hair.

She bent down and gave a few perfunctory licks. She was surprised by the taste and smell, both of which she found very arousing. She found herself thinking she might get off on having her tongue slide into Heather's snatch, if it weren't for the humiliation she'd been put through.

Mercifully, Heather let her go after that, knowing that she'd have more opportunity with her later.

Katherine felt extremely weirded-out and humiliated by the whole episode and was grateful for it to be over.

If pressed, Katherine would have had to admit that theoretically she didn't terribly mind the idea of pleasuring or being pleasured by beautiful girls, and these were the most beautiful girls in the school, but she adamantly didn't want to be anyone's ****. She figured that situation could only go from bad to much worse, especially if Heather was involved.

So as soon as she got home, she told Alan everything that had happened, hoping he could help get her out of this mess. She just left out one little detail. She mentioned the part about how Kim claimed that she had a thing for Alan because of all that happened with the painting and binoculars, but she left out her admission that it was true. She was so concerned about all these problems that she didn't even try to tease or flirt with him as she told her story, although the details created a perfect opportunity.

When she was done, Alan suggested, "First, keep stalling for time. Kim has too many plans for you down the line to actually rat you out at this point if you don't see her this weekend. Just stall as much as you can."

"I'll try."

"Meanwhile, I'm thinking the only way to get out of **** is counter-****. We have to get Kim in some compromising situation so that she has to be the one to cry uncle. When that happens, her power over you will end immediately. We may have to do something with Heather too, but she's a tough one, if there's anything at all to the rumors of her bitchy reputation."

"There is, believe me, there is," Katherine frowned.

"That sucks," he said. "However, with Kim out of the picture it will be your word against Heather's, which is infinitely better than two against one. Since Kim is so set on doing this painted-underwear thing, we should have a lot of chances to get back at her. I'm thinking on game day next Friday, I switch the paint that I paint her with to something very water-soluble. Then all we have to do is threaten to get her wet, like splash some water on her in the middle of the game, and she'll be totally ruined! She'll have to agree to anything we say."

"Big Brother," cooed Katherine, "you're so smart! That's why I had to tell you everything. I feel soooo much better now. I couldn't stand to think of having to be a **** to those lesbo bitches for the rest of the year. But I still have this paint all over my butt. Can you help me get it off?"

"How am I supposed to do that? I hadn't really thought about that."

Katherine was suddenly feeling randy again, now that she had potential solutions to her most major concerns. She flashed her butt at him and said, "Does it come off by licking?"

In actual fact, because Alan used a very hard-to-remove latex-based paint, he did have to help in removing the paint. It wasn't easy.

Chapter 6

They both got in the bathtub in the bathroom next to Katherine's room. She went in totally naked, while Alan wore his swimsuit. He was much more concerned than her about taking the teasing and touching too far, especially because of his mother's new mood. He was aware that their mother could get nosy and figure out that the two of them were in the bathroom together. But at least the door had an interior lock, which they used.

Katherine lay across his lap. They were as quiet as could be, so their mother wouldn't hear. Katherine was frustrated because she wanted to say things like, "Your cock would feel so much nicer than that brush sliding on my ass," but Alan wouldn't let her moan, or even whisper.

Alan used a rough, Brillo-pad-like brush to scrape her butt repeatedly. Then he used the remote shower nozzle, which was on a hose, to wash away the loose paint. Then they repeated the process over and over. Eventually he got her butt cleared of every last speck of paint, but it took over twenty minutes.

Then she turned over, and he shifted positions and did the same to the front. It finally came down to just her pussy that needed cleaning. She got on all fours so he could get to her pussy and ass from behind.

They couldn't talk, but Katherine could see how he was reacting by the giant lump in his swimsuit.

Her pussy area was the hardest to get clean, because of her pubic hair and pussy lips. Luckily, her labia became fully engorged whenever he brought his hands near them, so that helped expose all the areas which needed to be cleaned.

He tried to gently rub this sensitive area, but even so, the rough brush hurt her a lot.

However, whatever pain she felt was outweighed by intense pleasure. Her clit was fully erect. Alan couldn't resist nudging it each time he passed the brush back and forth. That delighted him, which he concealed from her.

Soon her body was rocked with a series of powerful but extremely quiet orgasms. She leaked profusely as he cleaned her pussy for another fifteen minutes. Finally, it was done.

Once again, he methodically washed off the remaining flecks of paint using the remote shower nozzle. This time, however, he set the nozzle on its most focused setting, using the jet of powerful water as another way to pleasure her.

But when everything was cleaned at last, Katherine didn't move from her position. She simply and silently reached out and grabbed a bar of soap, and then handed it to Alan.

He used the nozzle to make her completely wet from head to toe, then doused himself before turning off the water. Starting at her feet, he worked the bar of soap up her legs, creating a thick lather everywhere his hands went. He lathered her crotch particularly thoroughly before moving higher.

Katherine grabbed his hands and tried to keep them on her pussy as long as she could. Now that he was using his hands and not the brush, she was delighted to find him experimenting with her clit as he rubbed and stretched it. She silently but demonstratively said the word "Yes" over and over, making sure that he understood that he was doing very well.

She tried to guide his fingers into her gash, but he seemed unwilling. So after he'd made her cum several more times before finally moving on to other parts of her body, she took the plunge and began fingering herself.

However, he was willing to plunge a finger into her tight little anus, and soon he was sawing away in that puckered hole while she worked on her pussy. The cleaning was obviously over, and they were both getting carried away with sexual desire.

While Alan had reservations about touching his sister's pussy, he didn't have any problem about touching the rest of her. He continually moved his hands to explore every inch of her that he could.

He thought, I can't believe what's happening! I'm totally, like, nailing her asshole with my finger! And that's not all, not by a long shot. She's letting me run my hands over her ass like I own it!

If this were Mom or Aunt Suzy, I'd be all over it like white on rice. But this is my sister, my younger sister. I should be protecting her from this kind of thing instead of doing it to her! Besides, it's ****!

However, his hands didn't seem to be affected by any of his thoughts. He continued to hold an 'angel versus devil' dialogue in his mind. So what if it's ****? That's true with Mom too, and that hasn't slowed me down with her. Why should it be different with Sis?

I don't know, it just is! Sis is a perfect ten, don't get me wrong. She's one of the sexiest girls in school! But Mom, she breaks the scale. If I were to resist her, that would make me officially gay. And with her so innocent and prudish and all, it's like I'm absolved because no straight guy could possibly resist! Whereas with Sis, she's also my very best friend. What if this screws up our friendship somehow?

But Mom's like my best friend too! We're all so close in so many ways. Why can't we get even MORE close and intimate, like we're doing right now? What's the harm? Besides, she wants it! Listen to her horny moaning!

Oh God! I'm so sorry, Sis! You're just as irresistible as Mom is! Or Aunt Suzy! I give up!

He suddenly lurched forward, so his hands could grasp her boobs. By doing that, his thinly clad boner pressed hard against her ass crack.

Katherine loved that, but she felt it was criminal that his dick was still trapped. She turned around to face him, reached out, and freed his straining hard-on from his swimsuit. She whispered, "You've been so nice, but I should be helping you instead."

By this time, he'd been expecting this, at least mentally, but he was still surprised when it actually happened. Holy shit! Sis is holding my dick! I think she's gonna jack me off! Dang! I don't believe my eyes. And it feels soooo goooood!

Once her hands were on his erection, they didn't let go. Sure enough, she began to stroke him.

She was just as excited about this as he was, if not more so. It was a close call as to whose heart was beating faster and harder. But their feelings were a bit different: they were both extremely aroused and excited, but he was worried and freaking out while she felt a profound sense of relief.

She thought, YES! Home run! Grand slam! Touchdown! Any stupid sports metaphor just doesn't cut it, because this is IT! I've been soooo worried! First, I never thought this could happen, and lately I've been worried that it might but I could blow it, but now it's happening! I actually have my fingers wrapped around Brother's big cock, and I'm totally stroking him! YES! I wish Amy could see this; she'd be way psyched for me!

Ohmigod! It's so hot and hard and long and thick and fleshy and perfect! And Alan! It's all Alan! My brother! The whole room is spinning and I'm gonna pass out, because this is too exciting! We're gonna be lovers! Forever! I'm gonna have his babies!

Those thoughts were so exciting to her that she very nearly did pass out on the spot. She had to close her eyes and **** herself to calm down a bit.

At the same time, Alan was busy lathering her tits with soapy suds and generally exploring them. This made her feel so good that it was a great struggle for her to calm her ragged breathing even a bit. She almost had to ask him to stop for a while.

Katherine had been so thrilled by the mere fact that she was stroking her brother's erection that she hadn't really put any thought into how she was stroking it. In recent years, she'd learned from reading erotic stories (usually with brother-sister **** themes) and talking to other girls about sex. As a result, she actually wasn't too bad at stroking it.

So, once she came off the erotic high of her initial euphoria, she tried to put into practice some of the things she'd read about, and thus make her brother feel that much better. One thing she knew was that his most sensitive and arousable area by far was the frenulum, the bundle of nerves just below the underside of his cockhead. In recent days, everyone had called that the "sweet spot," because stimulation of it felt so good.

Katherine stopped making long stroking motions along the full length of his long shaft, and instead concentrated on rubbing her fingers right over his frenulum.

The effect was immediate. Alan felt such a great surge of pleasure that his eyes bulged and he let out a loud, strangled cry.

Luckily, Katherine was mindful about Susan hearing and thus catching them, and she managed to put her hand over his mouth after only a second or two of unrestrained howling.

Seeing that that technique was too effective for their circumstances, she let her fingers wander all over his cockhead instead. That was also very sensitive territory, but a notch or two below direct stimulation of his frenulum.

Their mood changed. Alan had been about to erupt, but Katherine leaned into him and cuddled against his chest, creating more of an intimate and mellow mood. She slowed the pace of her stroking and fondling, and Alan responded by slowing the wandering of his hands over her body, and especially her lovely boobs.

Katherine liked this new mood as much as the previous one, and perhaps more so. It also put her head right next to his ear, allowing her to whisper sweet nothings while she continued to jack him off. "Hey, Bro. How's it going?" She giggled, a bit nervously.

"Um, good." After a long pause, he added, "Your, um ... your hand..."

"I know!" She giggled some more, and less nervously this time. "I'm jacking you off. I'm stroking your cock. I'm giving you a handjob! I'm pulling your pud. I'm-"

"Okay, okay," he cut in. "I get the picture! Don't make me feel any worse!"

"Worse? Does it feel bad? I thought I was making you feel good?"

He winced. "You are, but that's the problem! I feel like I'm in Heaven!"

She started licking his ear, but quickly licked her way over to his neck and the side of his face. As she alternated between licks and kisses, she cooed, "So what's the problem? Don't you like it when your cute little sister strokes and fondles your great, big, scary cock? And you must like my tits, seeing as how you can't get your hands off 'em."

He looked down at his hands and felt a wave of guilt. At first he pulled them away, but they came right back mere seconds later. Aw, who am I kidding? Whatever moral reservations I have are getting trampled. It's like tanks versus chariots. I'm neck deep in sexy fun with Mom and Aunt Suzy, and it's gonna happen with Sis too. I know it, she knows it, everyone knows it, so what's the point of feeling skittish about it? It's the natural thing, the next step in our love and our lives. I have to just go with the flow and accept it and even revel in it, instead of fighting it!

He suddenly turned his head. Using a hand to hold her chin, he guided his lips to hers. As soon as their lips locked, they kissed in a way that they'd never kissed anyone else before.

In truth, his **** had to do less with worries about **** and more with fear of the unknown. He especially feared that adding a sexual dimension could somehow ruin their close friendship. Plus, he'd already been extremely stressed out about what was happening with his mother and Suzanne, and he felt that he couldn't handle another stressful situation. But kissing her just felt so good and so right that all of his worries seemed to melt away.

Katherine had already felt exhilarated just from knowing that she'd managed to get this far without him getting upset or pushing her away. So to have him initiate an ultra passionate kiss was like a gift from the gods to her. She was so delighted that she felt like she was flying.

Oh, Brother! You love me! You really do! Love me some more! Kiss me forever!

It occurred to him as he kissed her that not only was this his first kiss with his sister, but this was his first mouth-to-mouth kiss, period. It also occurred to him that this was beyond the boundaries which had been drawn by his mother. Even Suzanne had held back in doing so, which puzzled him.

At first, they were both content just to focus on the kissing, as if that were their entire world. But as the minutes passed, they remembered all the other tempting body parts. Katherine in fact had never let go of Alan's erection, and had never even stopped stroking it, but she hadn't been thinking about that at all. But she made his eyes open wide with surprise and a spike of arousal when she resumed jacking it off with a purpose.

Similarly, since Alan was such a tit man, he usually had at least one hand fondling her tits while their necking continued for many long minutes, but he hadn't been thinking about that consciously at all. His other hand had generally alternated between exploring her ass and pussy, and sometimes helping knead her tits, or just running up and down her back, but that also was all on pure instinct. It was only after she resumed her handjob in earnest that he started paying more attention to what he was doing with his own hands to the rest of her body.

She thought, I've never felt this hot before! And my nipples have never been this hard and erect before. Never! I've never felt my heartbeat pounding in my ears like this before either! And I've got his great big cock in my hand, and it's hard because he loves me and wants me! Maybe he even wants to fuck me! It just doesn't get any better than this! I hope I don't have a heart attack from all the excitement.

Eventually he wanted to go further, so he started kissing her jaw line and neck. As he did that, he muttered, "It's no use. There's a part of me that says this is wrong and I should resist, but I can't! You're too beautiful and sexy and tempting. I love you too much! And dammit, this just feels too good!"

She corrected him, "No, it feels too GREAT! Beyond great! Brother, this was meant to be, and you know it! Don't fight it! My hands were meant to stroke your cock. This is who I am: I'm your slut, your sister-slut!"

He was going to protest that, as he didn't want her to use the word 'slut, ' much less 'sister-slut, ' but she immediately followed her comment with another passionate lip-lock, and they were off to the races again.

She thought as they made out, This! This! THIS is what I want! I want to hold this moment forever! I don't care if it's wrong, or even if he objects; I want to be his sister-slut! Hell, I AM his sister-slut! He's the one I love, the man I would marry if only I could! I don't mind so much that I have to share him with Mom and Aunt Suzy, and maybe even Aims eventually, so long as we can do this every night!

She was so turned on by thoughts of having sex with him every night in the future - for years to come - that she started stroking his cock frantically.

But what she didn't know was that, by this point, Alan's dick had been ready to erupt for so long that even a little more stimulation would push him over the edge. Given her sudden surge of lust, he stood no chance - he began cumming almost immediately. Since they were still pressed tightly together, he shot his seed all over her tummy, up to the undersides of her boobs. His cock pulsed and throbbed as shot after shot of hot semen splattered against her skin.

She was a little freaked out about his cum splattering all over her, but she loved the fact that she was the cause. She continued to stroke his hard rod to coax out the final spurts. After squeezing out every last drop, she rubbed his hot seed into her skin using the remaining cool soapy suds, though most of those were already gone since the two of them had been fondling each other for so long.

Alan finally stepped out of the shower, totally spent.

She silently mouthed the words, "Thank you, Brother," and stood up. She used the shower to get herself wet all over again, in order to wash off all the cum. Then she lathered herself with soap once more, not because she really needed to, but because she knew it would make an extremely arousing sight for her watching brother.

Sure enough, Alan couldn't miss that, even though he was flaccid and still reeling from his orgasm. He stayed for a few more minutes and slowly dried himself with a big towel as he watched his sister sit back down and rinse off her sexy body with a sponge.

He thought, God, she's too young, but I'm so ready to fuck her. She may not have an inhumanly large rack like Aunt Suzy and Mom, but she still would be as good a fuck as anyone in school, I'm sure. And being with her would probably be just as much fun as with the other two, but in a different way. I'll bet she's got a much tighter cunt, for one thing, and I hear that's something really worth fucking. Most importantly though, she's my sister and I love her. That alone would make the fucking really emotionally intense!

Shit! I'm not a bad guy, but how could anyone in my position turn down such beautiful women? If Mother Teresa or the Dalai Lama were here right now, they'd be sticking something into her cunt, I swear. I shouldn't feel bad. There's just no way anyone could resist a display like this!

In the shower, his sister spent much more time with her hands roaming over her pussy and breasts than she did rinsing off the soap.

He was amazed that her pussy could take so much rough stimulation in such a short time and still apparently want more.

As if reading his thoughts, she turned towards him and winked invitingly. Between what had happened at school with Kim and the fulfillment of her long-time fantasies with her brother, she felt sexually insatiable.

He left before another round of fun could begin. They'd already spent an outrageous amount of time in the bathroom. With Susan home and in the kitchen, it was a near miracle that their time together hadn't already led to trouble.

The day's events with Katherine had erased Alan's earlier depression over what had happened with his mother. Although he was no longer getting help from his mother, or openly from Suzanne, he'd found in his sister someone else to occupy his thoughts and keep him horny while his father was at home. He looked forward with great anticipation to additional sexual hijinks next week at school, since he now knew that he would secretly be painting both Katherine and Kim for five days in a row.