Paint It, Black: Part 3

Chapter 7

An hour after their time together in the tub, Katherine came up to Alan in his room, and said, "I really want to thank you for all you did to help me today, Bro. I really mean it. Even though I got into a lot of trouble, it would have been ten times worse without you. I don't want to just tease you either; I'm sorry if I went too far. You know what Mom says about boundaries. What if I treat you to a movie tonight, as a small way of saying thanks and to beg forgiveness for being so over the top?"

"That sounds nice, Sis, but I already have plans with Christine tonight. How about tomorrow night? I imagine we'll be having dinner with Mom and Ron, and then after that I'm sure we could get away for a late movie." (Because his father was seldom present and didn't interact with him like a dad, Alan made it a point to just refer to him as "Father" rather than "Dad." But now that he was competing with Ron for Susan's sexual favors, he preferred not to acknowledge that relationship, so instead had started to call him "Ron" as if he were just a competing boyfriend.)

"Tomorrow sounds great!" said Katherine enthusiastically. But, in a much more subdued and concerned tone, she added, "But what's this about you and Christine? I thought that went down in flames."

"It did. But we went from the game to get some ice cream together and things were okay. It was very awkward the first time that we talked at school after it happened, but we overcame that once we started talking about homework and school stuff."

"I see." Her face was lined with worry, but he was oblivious to it. "So does that mean you might get together with her in a more serious way?"

"Nah. Are you kidding? Asking her out was a complete nightmare; I think I'd rather have root canal surgery than try that again. I think she knows that I'm not thinking of her in, you know, that way, anymore."

"At least you're trying not to think like that."

"True. I'm trying. I must admit it's a lot easier to get her off my mind with everything else that's been going on around here! Anyways, she's just trying to show that she has no hard feelings and that she still wants to be friends. Maybe that'll allow us to become even closer friends than we were before."

"Cool. That's great," said Katherine. She was very relieved to hear that. However, she was still very jealous that Alan was seeing Christine, no matter what the reason.

Katherine knew that she wanted to go all the way with her brother. For her, helping him with his "problem" would just be a step on the road leading to sex with him. She wasn't sure exactly when she had crossed over from unlikely fantasy to what had become an urgent need, but certainly by the time he drove her insensate with desire with the Brillo-like brush, she knew absolutely that she wanted him to fuck her, and soon.

So she went back to her room and wrote in her diary.

Dear Diary,

Today was so GREAT! Sure, what happened with Kim and Heather wasn't good, but I'm not THAT worried about it. True, Kim acted pretty weird, but I think she's basically a nice person and just got carried away by all her sudden power. I bet she'll go back to normal before long. At least, I hope so! Heather is a much tougher problem - she's SUCH a BITCH! But Brother says he's gonna help. He can be my knight in shining armor, saving me from the evil queen! Hee-hee!

All things considered, I'd have to say I'd totally make all those mistakes again, 'cos it totally brought Brother and me way closer! He got soooo intimate with my pussy today that I can't even believe it! He spent, like, HOURS painting my pussy and even playing with it! Diary, I know you can't see it, but I'm getting REALLY horny right now! There's a lot of one-handed writing going on, if you know what I mean!

I know I'm a freak, because I'm head over heels in love with my own brother and I want him to fuck me, but I don't care! He's the nicest, best-est guy I've ever met, and I can't help that we're related!

Diary, you know how long I've dreamed and fantasized, but today it's all really coming true! I don't know if he's in love with me more than the really close sibling love we already have, but he obviously lusts for me, and that's a way good start! Hee! This whole painting thing can be my foot in the door to even more sexy fun with him!

Nothing can stop us now. Well, except maybe for Christine. The fact that he would go on a date of sorts with her makes me REALLY worried! She's beautiful and intelligent and she's got those damn boy magnets - her gigantic boobs! Perhaps she doesn't like how Bro's not acting like a pathetic puppy dog around her, now that she's turned him down? Maybe she's changed her mind? If so, I'd better act fast before she makes a move. I don't need any more tough competition! I'll have to come up with some sort of plan to speed up Bro's seduction!

Once he starts fucking me, he'll still be getting handjobs and blowjobs from Mom and Aunt Suzy, and between the three of us we can keep him totally sexually satiated, if not completely exhausted! One guy with three sexy, busty women, living in the same house? He'll be too tired to even THINK about Christine! I just need to milk this whole painting situation, and milk him too! I'd better use every opportunity this next week to wear down his resistance and get very close and personal with his cock! If all goes well, I'll wear him down and overcome his resistance completely in the next few days, and then we'll be fucking!

Aunt Suzy and Mom have both been giving him blowjobs, but nothing more. And now Mom at least seems to have even stopped that for the time being, so he must be frustrated and **** to go all the way. This is my window, my chance to get an edge on those two. Anyway, if I don't go all the way, I can't compete with their **** beauty, and then he's gonna forget all about me.

It's going all the way or bust!

Katherine didn't waste any time. She put her diary away, put on some conservative clothes so she wouldn't scare him off, and went across the hall to his bedroom. She came in just after Alan got up from his bed and went to his computer to do some homework. She said, "Hey, Bro. By the way, you know about teasing and boundaries. I realize we need to take it a bit easy. But don't you think what we did in the bathroom earlier was okay? Can't we do that again without Mom knowing?"

He swirled around in his desk chair to face her. "What, you mean when you... ? With your hands... ?" He was too embarrassed to talk about getting a handjob in front of his sister.

"Cat got your tongue?" Katherine asked, delighted by his bashfulness. "Or has Kat got something else of yours? I'm talking about this here - this thing in your shorts." She put her hands on his hard-on through his shorts.

His only reaction was to get red in the face.

Emboldened, she knelt in front of him and undid his zipper.

His penis was already extremely stiff. All he could do was moan "This is wrong!" as she took his shaft in her hands. But he was unable to offer any more resistance than some worried whimpering.

She ignored his hesitancy, flashing a big smile at the long dick that sprang out of his shorts. She thought, I'm going to get to know this thing very, very well. Yes indeed! I can almost imagine what it would feel like to have it pushing in and out of me. What a dream come true! Even now, if he imagined how many times I fantasized about walking down the aisle of a church holding his hand, he'd freak.

But to Alan, she merely asked, "If I give your cock some relief from time to time, isn't that just what the doctor ordered? Mom doesn't need to know."

"I don't like going behind Mom's back; I don't think we should do that," he said weakly, seeming to forget about everything else he'd secretly done with Katherine earlier in the day, including the fact that she'd just jacked him off a little while ago.

"Well, think about it. In the meantime, let me thank you for your help in another way. It's not like I haven't done this to you already, same as Mom and Aunt Suzy. Or have you forgotten what happened in the bathroom? We can just draw the line here..."

She opened his knees wider and squeezed in closer so his cockhead practically bumped against her nose.

He held his breath because he was so mesmerized by the sight of his erection framed by his sister's beautiful face.

Then she began stroking. She held it so close to her mouth that she deliberately teased it even more with every breath she took.

Despite all her assertiveness and bravado, she was still incredibly nervous in new situations like this. She was excited but scared, like parachuting out of an airplane for the first time. And she was worried that she wouldn't please Alan as much as a more experienced woman like Suzanne could. But she did her best, and slowly relaxed as she received Alan's silent encouragement and acceptance.

He was extremely nervous too. He was torn between lust and a lingering sense that their incestuous contact was wrong. He bargained with himself that a handjob was okay due to his medical problem, but a blowjob from his own sister was going too far. Since Katherine kept the tip of his erection so close to her mouth that she could have stuck her tongue out to lick it at any time, he focused his worries on that.

Chapter 8

She was still fully dressed, but she didn't stay that way for long. Once she was confident that she had him in the palm of her hand (in more ways than one!), she took some time out to take her top and bra off.

He was going to protest, until she brought his hands to her breasts and let him fondle them.

As she resumed jacking him off just inches from her face, he complained, "I'm so weak!"

She replied, "No you're not! In fact, you're so strong and persuasive that you've got Mom, Aunt Suzy, Amy, and me all hot for your cock!"

He complained, "I've hardly done anything. They just come after me. It's this weird six-times-a-day treatment."

Katherine wasn't sure what was happening between Alan and Amy, so she had added her name as a kind of fishing expedition. The fact that he didn't question it gave her a clue that something really was happening there.

She joked, "I call Dr. Fredrickson's treatment program for you the best medical diagnosis in history!"

He smiled, but said, "Shhhh! Keep it down, please. You don't want Mom to hear us!"

Katherine kept blowing on his cockhead as well as stroking it. "Yeah. If she came in, then I'd have to share, and I want this big fat cock all to myself! I can totally picture it now: she'd come in and look all alarmed at first. She'd raise her hands over her titanic tits, and mutter something like, 'Oh my goodness! This is so improper!' But her giant boobs would start heaving anyway, and her face would get all flushed and red with arousal."

"Sis, please! Stop!"

But she ignored his plea. She knew on a rational level that she was one of the most beautiful girls in school, but she nonetheless lacked self-confidence about her own appearance. At the same time, there was no way to deny their mother's extraordinary, voluptuous beauty and her brother's lust for her, so Katherine used that to advantage. "You know how she is. She'll keep complaining about sin and all that crap, but she's drawn to your cock like a moth to a flame. Within minutes, she'll take her blouse and bra off, letting her huge hooters bounce free!"

He was getting sweaty and was panting hard already. But still, he asked, "And why on Earth would she do that?!"

"Because she's hot for your cock! I saw the way she stared at your erection the other morning. I don't know what excuse she'd use. Maybe she'd suggest you need some quote, visual stimulation, unquote. But mark my words, she'd be topless, if not completely nude, before long! Then I'd have to scoot over a little bit so she could help stroke your cock!"

"NO!" he cried out. It wasn't that he objected; it was that her words were so arousing to him that he wanted to deny them in a futile, feeble attempt to stop himself from getting too overheated with lusty need.

Seeing that she was on the right track, she continued her fantasy with growing excitement, while she kept on stroking and breathing on his cock. "It's true! But luckily, your cock is so long and thick that there would be plenty of room for her hand AND my hand. In fact, I'd probably lick it a little bit, like this."

She paused in her story, and tentatively licked the very tip of his cockhead a bit. She found the taste of his pre-cum not at all unpleasant; it was actually surprisingly nice.

But he cried out "NOOOO!" even louder. He didn't want the joy to end, but he knew it would if she kept on doing that.

She was **** to stop after just a few licks. For one thing, he was protesting far too loudly, and she didn't want Susan to come in for real. But also, it was clear that he was increasingly close to a great climax, and, just like him, she didn't want to overstimulate him and have the fun end too soon.

So, since she was taking a time out anyway, she took off her skirt and panties. She knew she had him in the palm of her hand now, so her confidence was growing. She preened and posed a little bit as she finished undressing. "Are you ready to cum yet? I'm thinking I'd better take everything off, just in case you cum on me."

He groaned helplessly. He muttered, "Too hot!" He was almost afraid to look at her, because she was that gorgeous and he was that close to cumming.

She got on all fours this time as she moved back to his crotch. She took his boner in her hand and asked, "What's that? Did you say something's too hot? Hmmm ... What could be too hot? Oh, I know! It must be your cock. Here, I'll help cool it down some." She resumed blowing on it. With her mouth only an inch or two away from his sensitive cockhead, her powerful breath drove him absolutely wild.

He didn't want her to blow that much, because it was more than he could handle. So he confessed, "No! Not that. You! You're too hot! Damn, you're beautiful!"

She beamed. "Awww! You're so sweet, Bro. Aunt Suzy's right. You're a real sweetie. Just for that, I'm gonna blow even more, AND pump on your shaft like there's no tomorrow!" She started making good on that promise.

"Gaaaack!"

She giggled as she stroked. "Did you just say 'gaaack?' What does that mean?"

He desperately panted, "Too ... Too much!" He'd been keeping his eyes closed because of overstimulation, but he briefly took a peek at her. He saw her big boobs dangling down and swaying in time to her stroking, and it was too much to bear. He squeezed his PC muscle frantically and closed his eyes again.

She giggled some more, but she stopped her story for a while and let up on her stroking, for fear that he was too close to cumming.

But when his breathing returned more or less to normal, she resumed, noting, "You know, this is pretty easy! I think I'm getting the hang of this cock-stroking stuff. I mean, it's not rocket science. I just stroke my fingers up and down through all this squishy pre-cum, and sometimes in a corkscrew motion, and you pretty much have a heart attack. What do you think?"

He gasped out, "The sweet spot!"

She grinned wickedly. "Oh yeah! This spot here, right?" She licked up and down over his frenulum, but only once, because she knew he was extremely close to cumming and she was pushing her luck. "Is that what you mean?"

He nodded, but then said, "Yeah, but you're stimulating it too much! Too ... arousing!"

She giggled. "Oops! Then you probably don't want me to breathe all heavily on it, like this." She managed to blow continuously on his sweet spot from only an inch away, as if he'd been burned there and she was trying to cool it off with a steady flow of air.

He whimpered helplessly. He was sweating bullets, even though he was just sitting there, perhaps because he was flexing his PC muscle for all he was worth.

Seeing the **** state that he was in, she backed off again. She thought, This is soooo much fun! Forget about how good it feels to hold his big cock and slide all over it with my wet fingers - I love how I'm kind of controlling him! I mean, all I have to do is something extra arousing, and I'm instantly rewarded with an extra sexy moan from him! Like this... She blew again on his sweet spot, while rubbing two fingers over it at the same time.

Sure enough, he responded with a moan that was so **** and lusty that she was nearly certain he would cum on the spot.

Somehow, he held on, but only just. The PC muscle technique really did work wonders for his stamina.

See? That is soooo cool! She still didn't want the fun to end, so she all but stopped her stroking and blowing, and just held his boner in her warm hands, giving him a chance to calm down again.

But it wasn't much of a break for him, because she resumed her narrative about their mother joining in. "Wow, I love the way your cock feels so hot, and trembles in my hand. Does Mom love that too? I'll bet she does. What kind of stuff does she say to you when SHE has your big cock in her hands?"

He was too far gone to realize how much she was deliberately trying to drive him wild with her talking, so he answered honestly, "Uh, she doesn't talk that much."

Katherine eagerly replied, "I'll bet that's 'cos she's too busy sucking your cock!"

"Shhhh!" he moaned. "Not so loud!"

She continued at a lower volume, "Imagine that she's kneeling next to me, like I was saying before. She's ready to take her cocksucking turn! Picture four big tits all lined up in a row."

He groaned helplessly, especially because he was picturing just that. He felt that he was going to cum any second, despite his frantic efforts to hold back. It didn't help that his sister had resumed fondling his shaft.

She spoke enthusiastically. "You know it's gonna happen for real, and soon! So, Bro, my question is, when Mom and I are sharing your cock, probably every morning, afternoon, and night, do you think she'll talk then, or will she still be too busy running her tongue all over your fat boner? Will I be **** to suck and lick it too, just to keep up with her? And what about Aunt Suzy? Do you think there's room between your knees for all three of us to stroke it and suck it at the same time?"

As she spoke, she felt his balls pulling up, and realized that he was going to cum in a matter of seconds. Since he was past the point of no return, she jacked him off with greater speed.

By the time she mentioned "Aunt Suzy," he indeed was past the point of being able to hold back, but adding her to the fantasy was like lighting a rocket booster on an already speeding race car: the cum suddenly blasted out of his dick like it was attempting to launch into orbit.

Katherine had been so focused on teasing and stimulating him that she hadn't given any thought to what she should do when he actually started to cum. She briefly considered letting him cum on her face or breasts, but that seemed kind of gross to her, so she frantically looked around for alternatives.

Unfortunately for her, there was no time for alternatives. His hard-on was mere inches away from her face, so he started shooting at that. Once the cum hit her face, she figured she really had **** but to take it, so she shut her eyes tightly. She'd heard (correctly) that cum in the eyes could sting.

Then it dawned on her that he could cum on her breasts instead, so she aimed his dick lower. Once she did that, she dared to open her eyes and look around.

She was captivated by the sight of his erection twitching and firing like an out-of-control fire hose. Knowing that she had stiff competition from their mother and Suzanne, and maybe eventually even Amy, she made sure to keep stroking him until his climax was all over.

Only when he was done did she notice a towel within reach. She was chagrined, because by that time it was too late for the towel to be of much help.

After he'd finished cumming, she still didn't want to let go. She continued to slide her hand up and down his now slimy, cum-coated shaft as it slowly lost its turgid state.

She also ran a finger through a long strand of cum streaking across her left cheek. "Wow, Brother! Impressive! Look at what you did to me: you've got my hands practically drowning in all your sticky goo, 'cos I can't seem to stop stroking your great cock! And you've got even MORE of your pearly baby batter on my face. And then look at my boobs!"

She sat up on her heels, giving him a better view of the cum on her face and chest. "Check this out!" She ran a finger across the upper slopes of her bare tits, leaving a streaky trail through the pearly mess. "Look at ALL this cum! It's so much! Do you always cum this much into Mom's mouth? Or Aunt Suzy's?"

He admitted between exhausted pants, "No, Sis, not usually. You inspire me. Jesus! It's like you're trying to kill me with too much arousal! Have mercy! Please!"

Fascinated, she kept on running her fingers through his cum streaks.

He had to close his eyes tightly, because the sight of his cum on her fingers, chest, and face actually made his head spin.

She loved that she'd made him cry mercy. This is just about the most fun I've ever had in my life! Seriously! I can't wait to tell my diary all about it.

She couldn't remember ever enjoying something else as much as making him cum. She wanted to do it again. Even though his dick had gone flaccid, she took it back in her hands. "Soooo, Bro ... Tell me ... Do you like cumming on my face?"

He was still needy for air, but he managed to gasp out a reply. "Damn! I love it!"

"What about on my boobs?"

"Love it too!"

She wasn't sure what she thought about all of this cum on her skin. If he loved it so much, she figured she could at least pretend to enjoy it. The main thing was that she wanted more cum from him; where it ended up was just a side issue. She cooed, "Well, then you'll just have to paint me with another load or two."

He panted, "Can't! ... Dick hurts ... Need ... to rest."

She took mercy on him and let go of his penis. She realized that men did have their limits.

Even though Katherine had experienced a little taste of his cum earlier, she was still hesitant to actually lick any of it, so she used the towel to wipe off most of it before heading to the bathroom to wash off the rest.

Chapter 9

It turned out that Alan didn't have much time to recover, because he had to get ready for his "non-romantic" date with Christine. They already had plans to have dinner and see a movie.

As he left to pick up Christine, he thought about her. You know, it's ironic. Before she shot me down, we were friends, but just school friends. We never did anything outside of school together, like, at all. And now that she's rejected me, we're basically going on a date to patch up our friendship, the very kind of date she shot me down over! But the key difference, sadly, is that it's understood that this is a completely platonic date.

Alan picked up Christine at her house, and was surprised to see that she was dressed as if she were going on a real date. He had dressed somewhat nicely, wearing a collared shirt and slacks for a rare change from his usual T-shirt and shorts, but she had really outdone herself. He'd dreamt about seeing her cleavage countless times, but he never had, not even when she was wearing various sports clothing. She was very scrupulous about wearing high necklines, which only added to her mystique with the boys. But now he could see her tantalizingly deep valley in nearly all its glory.

His dick immediately got hard, extremely hard. Although he was resigned not to pursue her romantically, he still got intensely aroused almost every time he saw her.

As he came up to her, he said, "My gosh, Christine, you look absolutely fantastic!"

But then realizing this wasn't supposed to be a "real" date, he joked, "In a completely platonic sort of way, of course."

She laughed at that. "Thanks. Do you really think so?"

He joked, "I try to, but you make it hard whenever I'm around you."

He belatedly realized the double meaning in his words and thought to himself, And I definitely do mean that in more ways than one!

She laughed again, but a little nervously this time, because she caught both meanings. Still, she was insecure about her looks, remarkably enough, so she eagerly ate up his compliments.

He piled it on. "I'm serious. You look so ... womanly. So mature. I've never seen you in a skirt - it turns out you have legs! I was pretty certain you had feet, but beyond that I wasn't so sure."

She laughed some more. "Do I dress that badly? Maybe I need to wear shorts and skirts a little more often."

"Please do. Don't hide your legs because ... What legs they are! And you've got a purse, like a lovely lady. Lipstick, even! And is that rouge on your cheeks? Wow! I'm honored to be with such an enchanting creature. But with you no makeup is necessary because it's impossible to improve on perfection." He wanted to compliment her cleavage as well, but he didn't know how to do that without sounding like a letch.

She was smiling broadly now. "Stop that ... eventually! I'll give you two hours to stop the flattery. Seriously, you know I really meant it the other day when I said I'm not ready to go out with anybody. Right now I can't let anything distract me from getting into the college of my choice."

"You know you're already a shoo-in anywhere in the country." He was certain about that.

"Don't be so sure. This semester will be the most crucial. I figure this is probably going to be the closest thing to a real date for me in a long time, so I wanted to go all out. I hope you're not weirded out or getting the wrong idea or anything?"

"Absolutely not. I'm just platonically delighted to be spending a lovely evening with a very lovely lady. Emphasis on platonic." He looked jovial and gave her a friendly wink.

With over-the-top theatricality, he made a sweeping bow and then held out his hand. "Come, my lady. A big fat evening of fun awaits." He was making a joking reference to the fact that they had plans to see the movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," and then have a late dinner afterwards.

He thought, Man, I just hope she doesn't notice "My Big Fat American Penis!" These slacks aren't good for hiding my raging boner, and she'd probably get offended. But what does she expect, when she looks that great?!

She took his hand and stepped towards his car.

But to her surprise, he kissed her hand before walking her to his car, arm in arm.

Although his gesture was unexpected, she wasn't concerned. It was obviously just a fun kiss, not an "I'm trying to get in your pants" kind of kiss.

He said, "To be honest, I haven't exactly been on a lot of dates myself, and my prospects don't look so hot. So I figure this can be a kind of fun practice date for each of us. Don't mind me if I ham it up."

"Mind? I think it's great. And I love the 'practice date' idea. That's a good name for it."

Just as he was about to start the car engine, he said matter-of-factly, "By the way, this is a car. More specifically, it's my family's minivan. A car is something that takes us places quickly."

She looked at him like he had two heads. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Oh. Well, I figured that since you're blonde, I need to explain the basics. But I'm probably using big words that you don't understand. Let me try again: This. Is. A. Car."

She reached over and hit him on the head, but she was secretly amused. She didn't find his Dumb Blonde jokes sexist, because she knew he wasn't like that, and in fact he only used those jokes on her. It was more of an ironic commentary on the fact that she was, by far, the smartest person he knew.

"Ow! That hurt!" He reacted like she'd seriously punched him, when in fact she'd hit him with the **** of a typical slap. This was part of their routine: he'd tell a Dumb Blonde joke, she'd act offended and tap him lightly, and then he'd pretend to be mortally wounded. It was silly and predictable, but they both enjoyed it.

As they talked and joked, Christine thought, What's gotten into Alan? This is great! He's so much more confident than before. Is this the same guy who was slumped down and afraid to look me in the eye when he asked me out last month? I thought things might be weird, especially with the rather bold way I dressed, but he's completely at ease, and that puts me at ease too. Could it be that he's finally over me, and because of that he's not all fumbling and nervous around me anymore? I hope so. I like this new Alan a lot more than the old one.

Little did Christine know, but there was a different reason for his greater confidence and more overt masculinity: all the fantastic sexual encounters he was having with the gorgeous women at home had pretty much obliterated his fear of being close to beautiful women.

In fact, as they got into his car he secretly marveled at how he could rub his sister's dripping pussy with a brush one hour, then innocently chat with Christine an hour or two later. It all seemed so surreal, yet wonderful. He thought, To think: not long before this "practice date" started, Sis gave me not one but TWO handjobs! Kat, of all people! If Christine only knew, she'd literally kill me! Yet here I sit, cool as a cucumber. I'm getting really dang good at rolling with the punches, that's for sure.

The "date" went well. Neither of them liked "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" much, finding it too lightweight and plotless. But afterwards at dinner, at a thematically-appropriate local Greek restaurant, they had a lot of fun analyzing it and tearing it apart.

There was no mention, no matter how oblique, of what had happened when Alan had tried to ask Christine out. There were no serious discussions about where they stood with each other. Instead, they just kept it light and had fun.

The only snag Alan had was that his penis stayed erect more often than not. True, the tantalizing glimpse of Christine's cleavage was a big factor, but he figured he would have been aroused no matter what she wore, just because he was with her. When she finally loosened up, which could take a long time, she could be surprisingly charming and witty.

He was so happy being with her that he started to suspect he was still in love with her. He wondered how that was even possible with all the other exciting things happening to him lately, but there was no explaining love. Still, he didn't let himself pursue that line of thinking, since he was trying hard just to have a good, non-romantic friendship.

When Alan dropped Christine off as the evening ended, he again was over the top with his chivalric gallantry. But it served as a good excuse for him to give her a good-night kiss on the cheek at her front door.

As he drove home, he thought, That was a blast! But the whole thing is so ironic. The only reason I could be so witty and charming is because I now know there's no romantic possibility between us. Otherwise, I would have been a nervous wreck. But as a result of my new attitude, we clicked so well that it started to seem like there WAS something romantic between us.

I mean, with that goodnight kiss I got the impression that Christine wouldn't have minded terribly if I'd kissed her some more. She kissed me back, nearly on the mouth, and then almost looked sad when I pulled away. Or was that look just my imagination? I don't know. Probably just wishful thinking on my part. I wish I had more experience with things like this!

In any case, it's a moot point. It's too late for us to be a couple because of all the crazy stuff that's happening to me at home. She'd never allow that to continue if she knew - not that I could ever tell her! - and I love it too much to stop. All of a sudden, I've got more girls than I can handle, which is yet more irony. A few weeks ago, I felt like I'd be celibate and single forever. As much as I loved Christine, I love Sis a lot more. But still, maybe Christine and I can do this kind of thing more often and just have a nice time together, now that the romantic pressure is off.

So, before his memory of Christine faded, he jacked off another two times.

Christine also ruminated after Alan left, What has gotten into him? I could get used to fun evenings like this one. Before, he used to make me nervous with the way he'd be anxious around me and always stare at my body, but tonight he put me at ease and made me feel good about myself. Now, I just know I'm gonna be smiling for hours. I wish I would have known he could be like this before I turned him down.

Did I make a mistake?