Saturday Night at the Movies: Part 2

Chapter 4

Alan was slumped in his seat, so overwhelmed that he appeared nearly comatose.

But Katherine was bubbly with excitement and whispered to him, "Big Brother, did you enjoy that as much as I did? I think so!" She giggled, completely forgetting that she shouldn't use the word "brother."

She went on, "I think we've got a really good thing going here. The only way you're NOT gonna find my face lapping and sucking in your lap every hour of the day from now on is if you wear some kind of metal underwear. The only thing that bums me out is the thought of all that cum that you must have spilled into hankies and whatnot over the years. But you know what's cool? Our bedrooms are right across the hall from each other! How would you like to wake up in the middle of the night some night and find me nibbling on your knob? What do you think of THAT?!"

She gave him an encouraging nudge.

However, Alan WAS nearly comatose. He mumbled, "Please, no more sexy ... Too sexy..."

She just giggled, proud of how much she'd overwhelmed him with an orgasm he would never forget. For the next few minutes, she spent her time scooping up gobs of cum from her face and then licking them off her fingers.

He eventually revived enough to open his eyes and watch her do that.

"Hey! Check it out! Look how spermy you are!"

He gawked at the cum she had on her sticky fingers. Then his eyes practically popped out of his face when he saw her sensuously lick her fingers clean.

He immediately began to get aroused again, though more mentally than physically since his dick was still too sensitive to grow erect.

He thought, What is it about seeing my cum on someone's face that's such a turn-on? I don't know; I only know that I like it. And if Sis is at all serious with her mumblings, it looks like I could be seeing a lot more of that in the near future. Dang!

But at the same time, now that Alan had cum, the post-orgasmic let-down started to hit him. He suddenly got very self-conscious and worried. He whispered, "Sis, I loved that so much. Thanks. But just look at you, with cum all over your face! What little there is to your top is open, leaving you exposed. We're in a public theater, for crying out loud. What if someone sees you now?"

"If it's a female, then I'll have to tell her, 'So sorry, but I'm not sharing, '" she giggled. "Or would you like it if I shared? I aim to please. Hey! Why don't we invite Christine along next time? I can show her some cocksucking tricks and we can practice on you together."

He just groaned. His sister was so constantly arousing that he couldn't take it.

"Don't worry. It's plenty dark and we're far from the aisle."

He fretted nervously, and made her at least thoroughly clean off her face. So she wiped it, putting all his cum in her mouth.

She tried to stall for time so she could get maximal enjoyment out of each gob of cum, swirling it around in her mouth as if tasting a fine wine, but she eventually got it all. Once she finally finished cleaning off the last of his seed, she whispered, "So did you like that?"

"Are you kidding? That was great. Except for the fact that it was in a movie theater. I was scared out of my mind. I still am!"

"Oh, come on. You know it turned you on - the fact that you're doing it out in the open with a girl. And not just any girl, but with your sister." She whispered the last two words directly into his ear, both for security and for effect. Then, since her mouth was up against his ear, she started to lick it.

Alan discovered for the first time just what an erogenous zone the ear could be.

But as good as she was making him feel, he just sat there tightly gripping the armrests of his chair. Mostly, he was just trying to hang on for dear life, as if he were riding the most **** amusement park ride.

She eventually whispered to him, "Are you going to play with my tits already, or what? This is supposed to be an interactive activity, you know."

"Oh right. Sorry." He had to **** himself to snap out of his blissful daze. He caressed her tits with both hands and devoted all of his attention to them as she continued to lick his ear and nibble at his neck. Neither of them paid any attention to the movie.

After a while, she pulled back from him and said, "Since you're so worried about getting caught, I think it's time to show you the popcorn trick. Poke a hole in the bottom of the popcorn box, then stick your dick through it. Then I can reach in and grab it like I'm grabbing popcorn. People won't know what we're REALLY doing."

"You know, it takes a while for a guy to get hard again," Alan pointed out, but in fact he had just become hard again without realizing it - Katherine was simply too sexy to resist.

She just pointed at his crotch and giggled.

"Oh. Yeah." So he made a hole and placed the box over his boner.

Soon she was vigorously rubbing his dick through all the buttery popcorn. With her free hand, she reached into his popcorn container and began to eat some of the popcorn. "Mmmm, I don't think I'm ever gonna think of popcorn in the same way again," she whispered between mouthfuls.

"Why are you eating MY popcorn?" he whispered back. "What's your extra large popcorn for? Isn't this suspicious-looking?"

"My popcorn is 'cos the trick can work both ways." She pulled her short miniskirt up and exposed her pussy to Alan's eyes. Then she placed her popcorn between her thighs and poked a big hole in the side by her crotch. She scooted her butt all the way forward in her chair and leaned back.

"Now, you stick your hand in my popcorn, and find a special surprise near the bottom. It's just like Cracker Jack!" She now used her free hand, which she'd been using to eat his popcorn, to guide his hand through the hole. "And now it looks like we're two kids on a date, with you eating my popcorn and me eating yours, like how people do with wine glasses. So we've got an alibi."

"Most teenage girls on dates don't sit topless in a movie theater," Alan pointed out.

She answered saucily, "Hey, I'm not actually completely topless; I just don't believe in using all the buttons." She giggled. "Anyway ... You're familiar enough with my pussy by now; what are you waiting for? I think you know what to do."

Alan reached into the popcorn and quickly found her crotch. He tenderly rubbed her pubic hair, but stopped at just that for a minute or so.

Then he said, embarrassed, "Actually, you may find this hard to believe, but this is the first time I've had the opportunity to, you know ... put a finger in. With any woman." He gathered up his nerve and stuck his finger into her slit.

"Really?" Katherine asked, surprised. "Oh! Right there!" she said in response to his finger action. "Those two old broads don't know how to have a good time? Don't worry; you can practice on me anytime you want. It feels great already!"

Alan joked, "It's quite the popular place for fingers to linger lately, isn't it? Did you like it when Kim did it to you?"

"I've never done anything with a woman before. You know how I was, a few weeks ago. But I think we don't want to end Kim's blackmailing TOO soon. She seems nice at heart; it's Heather I'm afraid of. Kim's fingers definitely get me off, I have to admit. But not as much as you. Oooh! Oh! Like that!" she cried, but still their voices were no louder than whispers.

Both of them grew closer to climax. Her exposed chest heaved in time to his rhythmic probing.

"I'm about to shoot," said Alan. "What do I do?" His prick was still surrounded by popcorn.

"Just do it in the popcorn, Big Cream-filled Brother. There's enough to stop it from flying out. But be quiet about it!"

"Okay, Sis," he whispered. In their excitement they completely forgot about not using words like "Brother" and "Sis."

They both came rather unexpectedly. Alan's semen shot into the popcorn. Fortunately, given his low level of control, none missed the container.

Katherine practically flew out of her seat, and just managed to prevent herself from screaming.

Chapter 5

Alan rested for a while. Then he looked over at Katherine and was struck by how naked she appeared. The straps which had previously covered her boobs were now under her arms and, from the front, made it appear as if she was naked from the waist up.

That got him nervous, so as his orgasm subsided he looked around the theater to see if anyone was watching them. He had gotten so absorbed that he had nearly forgotten where he was. The coast seemed clear. He wiped his sweaty brow and heaved a sigh of relief.

They put their hands back on their own laps for a while.

"That was soooo good..." she cooed. "And looky, the popcorn has extra-special flavoring now." She reached into his popcorn bucket and found some of the popcorn splattered with his cum. "Try some," she said.

"What are you doing? NO way! That's gross!" he whispered almost too loudly.

"I'm doing this for a reason. We need to get rid of a lot of the popcorn and I don't want to be rude and just toss it on the floor. Actually, your surprisingly sweet cum doesn't go that well with the butter flavor; salty cum would make a better condiment. Did you see how I was eating your popcorn before? I have to get it to the level of the top of your cock, so I can stick my head in there." She continued to eat the cum-flavored popcorn.

She suddenly turned and looked at him with an extremely naughty expression. "And do you know WHY I'm going to stick my head in there? Can you guess what my lips are going to be wrapped around?"

Alan could guess very well, but he didn't want to encourage her teasing lest he blow his next load before she could even touch him. Instead he asked her nervously, "Can't you cover up your boobs? Do they really need to be exposed like that?"

"They're that way so you can play with them. I'll make you a deal. After you're done playing with them, I'll close up."

Alan was weary, but no fool. Her magnificently shaped breasts looked so tempting that only a complete idiot would turn down that offer. He reached over and resumed groping her tits.

He lost track of time doing that. He was such a "tit man" that he would have been perfectly happy to play with them for hours on end.

Meanwhile, Katherine continued to eat his popcorn. After about ten minutes, she said, "I can't wait any longer," and began to shovel the remaining popcorn out onto the floor with her hands.

Then she put her head in the bucket. Her mouth quickly found the tip of his dick, but she couldn't really get any further down, because of the sides of the container. She partially ripped the side nearest her, pushed the cardboard down, and dove back in. Soon her head sank deeper and **** the remaining popcorn out of the way.

Alan held her box of popcorn up in the air with one hand and tried to use it as a shield, positioning it between her head and the aisle as best he could. "What if someone looks now?" he groaned between labored breaths.

Katherine was too busy sucking to answer. She kept at it until her jaw grew too sore to go on.

When she finally pulled her face out of the box, he thought she looked quite amusing. Her face was completely covered with buttery oil. There even was a kernel of popcorn lodged in one of her nostrils. He pulled it out for her.

"Next time, we're getting unbuttered," he quipped.

They both giggled quietly.

"I think I like it better buttered though," she replied in all seriousness. "It makes everything slippery, just like the soap yesterday. Next time, we get extra butter!"

She put her hand on his upper arm and wiped. Sure enough, it was soaked with oil and left a big trail on his skin. Then she took that oily hand and brought it down to his erection.

As she started to slip and slide her hand up, down, and all around, she asked, "So. Having a good time? Who's the better date, me or Christine?"

Alan groaned, and for once it wasn't only because of intense pleasure. "Sis, uh, I mean Katherine, what is it with you and Christine? How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not interested in her anymore?"

"Oh, about a thousand. For starters." Her hand pumped and pumped and pumped. "Ten thousand."

"Why?! For one thing, why does she bother you so much, but S and S don't? I don't get that."

She just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Men. Duh! They're cute but so dumb. I'll bet if you were feeling an intense emotion down to your guts you'd mistake it for hunger." She leaned over and went back to sucking on his knob.

"Huh? What was that all about?"

But she didn't answer - she was too busy loving his thick pole.

He was still confused, but the way she was swirling her tongue around and under his cockhead felt so good that he eventually forgot all about the issue.

He spent many minutes fondling her pussy, ass, and everywhere else he could reach. Since she was almost completely naked, he wanted to feel up as much of her body as he could.

Katherine, by contrast, was mostly interested in his dick, and spent as much time with it in her mouth as she possibly could.

They continued like that on and off for most of the rest of the movie. They were limited only by the ability of his rod to revive and by the endurance of her tongue, jaw, and fingers.

At one point, Katherine even made the suggestion that Alan should fuck her. She lifted up her leg and exposed her pussy yet again to his eyes. As he held his erection, she said, "Why don't you put that someplace useful?"

"Katherine!" he whispered anxiously. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

"I'm just saying, why not just rub the outside lips? Kind of a dry fuck? It would feel so good!" She figured once she had him doing that, the rest would follow naturally.

But he had the same thought. "No way, man! If we do that, who knows where it will lead. You don't really want me to fuck you, do you? Much less, in a public movie theater! That's so totally wrong. Tell me you don't have that idea."

In the face of his resistance she said, "Of course not. I just like playing. Speaking of which, don't you want to touch it? In the meantime, let me take care of this."

Her hand returned to his shaft, his hand went to her pussy, and they went back to playing some more.

But Katherine considered it merely a temporary, tactical retreat. She suspected that if blowjobs made her feel that good, true intercourse would probably make her feel even better. She couldn't wait to find out if she was right.

He started paying some attention to the movie, only because he was worried about the time. He didn't want to be sitting there with both hands running over his nearly totally naked sister, with her hand bobbing in his lap, when the movie ended and people passed them on the way out.

At one point, he noticed on screen that Hugh Grant was up on a stage, dramatically playing guitar in front of a large crowd of people. He got the vibe that it was a Hollywood kind of movie climax, so he determined to have another climax of his own while he still could. He'd been desperately fighting the urge to cum for some time now, so it was easy for him to simply give in and let go.

Katherine happened to be stroking him as she rested her jaw yet again.

He whispered, "Sis, you're making me so hot I can't stand it anymore. I'm gonna blow. Again! I want your hot lips around me. I wanna fill your mouth with my seed. Again! Dang, three times in an hour or so. Even I can't believe I can manage it. And it's only because you're so amazingly inspiring."

She dropped her mouth to his rod yet again. She'd lost count of the dozens of times she'd done that since the movie had started. "Am I? Even more than Christine?"

"Sis, if Christine is as hot as a fire in our fireplace, you're a fucking sunspot! There's no comparison. The Ice Queen isn't even worthy of holding a bag of your toenail clippings." He didn't exactly know what he meant by that weird comment, but it appeared to have worked since his sister's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Really. All she's got are the big tits, okay, and the big intellect too, but she's got a cold heart. You, you're like a fireball of pure lust. You're so sexy that you're gonna give me a heart attack!"

"Oh Alan! I love you so much!" She attacked his erection like a woman possessed. She tried to jack it off with both hands while swirling her tongue everywhere on it and sucking it down to the root at the same time.

Not everything worked, but enough did to cause him to lose control in less than a minute.

Even though he'd again coated the back of her throat with his cum, she still hadn't gotten enough.

Most remarkably, after all that, they still weren't exhausted. He happened to be riding a wave of energy, so he found himself vigorously fondling her sweet body only a few minutes after shooting his previous load. His penis was still down for the count, but that didn't slow his ardor at all.

The movie finally ended about five minutes later. He had played with her ample tits off and on for most of the movie, but she didn't fully cover them up until the credits started to roll.

With the movie coming to an end, and with Alan using one hand to squeeze her right tit and the other hand to pull at its nipple, Katherine decided to say a few last things while she still could. She whispered to him, "You really know how to get me off, do you know that? Mmmm. I think I'm going to have to be a slut for you from now on. A cocksucking sister-slut. Would you like that?"

"Shhhh!" he whispered back. "Don't say that!" He saw the credits starting and began to freak out. Luckily there was no one sitting near them, because they were completely unprepared for someone to pass them by.

Katherine, though, was so turned on that she didn't want to stop for anything. She whispered, "Say what? That you have a sister who wants to suck your cock? Are you saying I should just stand up and shout that to the whole movie theater? Maybe I should just take off the rest of my fucking clothes, and stand up buck naked and fucking scream out 'I love my brother's juicy cock! We're going to go home right now and then he's going to shove it up my cunt!' Do you think that might get people's attention?"

He groaned in tortured ecstasy, especially since her words caused his dick to instantly engorge yet again. He could scarcely believe that such a thing was possible.

She immediately took advantage of that. His dick was so slippery with popcorn oil and cum that it was slicker than a greased pig. Her hands resumed flying up and down his prick, completely heedless of any danger.

"Shhhh!" He realized that he'd been moaning far too loudly, and that she was making too much noise as well. He looked around the theater closely, but no one seemed the wiser.

As more people stood up, he grew ****. "Stop it, please! I beg you! If you love me, pleeeasse! Stop!"

At that, she immediately stopped and began covering herself up.

He'd stumbled across the magic words unwittingly, because she was secretly resolved to do anything she could to show the depth of her love for him. His only clue to this was that she whispered, "Okay, if you put it that way..."

Eventually, they both finished dressing.

They thought that they were in the clear now and that no one had noticed their amorous activities, but as the theater cleared out an older woman who had been sitting two rows in front of them muttered "Disgusting!" as she walked past them.

The two of them had periodically tried to clean themselves and their chairs, but they hadn't brought enough napkins, so Katherine's face was still covered with the residue of buttery oil.

Alan did his best to lick it all off as the last of the other moviegoers left, but he refused to give her a kiss on the lips, to her immense frustration. "Boundaries," he said. His stance on boundaries shifted from minute to minute depending on which head was in control - the one on his shoulders or the one between his legs.

Finally, they stood up to go. The credits were all done and the lights had turned back on.

Katherine looked back fondly at her seat and commented, "Think about the poor schmuck who has to clean this place tomorrow. I wonder if he'll look at the popcorn boxes" - both of them were on the floor in a ripped, punctured, and mangled state - "then see all the white stuff on the popcorn on the floor, and put two and two together!"

"I'd like to think that we came buckets," Alan quipped.

They both had a good laugh.

He was amazed at himself - one minute he was calm and joking, the next he would be perspiring and shaking from nervousness.

He pointed at her seat, now that he could see it clearly. "Holy crap! And who's going to clean that?" There was cum all over the place. She had literally cum a small puddle, and then she'd smeared it all around as her ass shifted around in her seat. Popcorn kernels were stuck to it everywhere.

She just walked away. "Oops. Let's say we didn't see that!" She giggled. She clung to him tightly and joked, "Good movie, huh?"

He laughed. "Yeah! My favorite movie of all time! What was it about?"

"I don't know!" she giggled.

Then he asked, "What was it even called, anyway?"

"Ummm..."

As he finished asking the question, he remembered that the title was "About a Boy." But he joked, "Wait, I remember. It was called 'About a Blowjob, ' wasn't it?"

It wasn't the funniest joke in the world, but Katherine thought it was hilarious and laughed a long time.

Chapter 6

As they walked out of the theater and headed to the parking lot, he said to his sister, "You know, we're not actually going to do anything more tonight, are we? For one thing, I don't think my dick could take it. Not to mention my heart."

"Whatever you like, sweetheart," she said breezily, still happily clinging to him. "I just love to get off, and get you off. Now that I've started, I don't think I'm ever going to stop. Isn't it great that our bedrooms are only ten feet from each other? Any time your big boner gets even the slightest twitch of life, just come on over to my room and I'll suck you dry, okay? Now I know why God gave me this pair of lips. Not to eat food; who cares about that? No, it's so I can be an insatiable cocksucking machine for my big brother. Anytime and anywhere he wants it."

"Katherine!" he complained. "Not here!" Although they were outside, there were some other people nearby walking to their cars.

However, there weren't that many since it had been such a late movie, and Katherine was still so horny that the idea of strangers watching only encouraged her. "Why? Does that get you excited? It does me!" She grabbed at his penis through his pants, but it was down for the time being.

"Katherine, what's gotten into you?"

She let go and put her hands behind her back. She tried to look innocent and even skipped a bit as they reached the sidewalk outside the theater. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe that I love my brother, and he loves me?"

She turned to him and flashed him such a winning smile that he thought his heart would melt. His fears and doubts dissolved completely, and they walked down the street in a state of near giddiness, hand in hand.

"I don't know who this brother of yours is," he finally said, "since you wouldn't want to be mentioning that kind of thing in public. But I have a sneaking suspicion he loves you very much too."

"I know," she said confidently. "I just have one request."

"What's that?"

"That you don't see any more movies with Christine."

"Okay, fine. After what you just did to me, I'd give you the world. However, you should have been more demanding. No more movies with her, but that doesn't mean no more outings period."

"Grrr!"

"But why? Why this big jealousy of her, and only her?"

"You doofus! Don't you get it? It's because she's like me, but better. Mom and Aunt Suzy are different enough that they don't feel like direct competition. But Christine feels like competition."

"Never. First off, there's nothing going on with her and me, so don't worry. Second, I love you so much that it physically hurts. True, I had a crush on her, but that doesn't even begin to compare with the years of fun and love you and I have shared. And most importantly, she's not better than you in any way, unless maybe one is into breast size, and I don't know anyone like that."

She laughed at his joke since he was such a notorious tit man. She elbowed him in the ribs. "Liar! However, I love that you lied for me." She clung to him even tighter.

The truth was that he was lying. Christine was not only drop-dead gorgeous, but she was also a near genius. That was what Katherine feared the most, because she knew that Alan's interest in a beautiful airhead would only go so far, but Christine had the smarts to be a potential soulmate for him. However, he was honest in expressing how much stronger his feelings for his sister were.

Changing the subject, he said, "By the way, one more thing I forgot to mention. Guess what I found in my pocket last night?"

"Let me see." She reached over and grabbed his penis through his pants again, not even getting close to a pocket. It happened to be flaccid though. It deserved a rest.

"Not that!" he said, "Or, not just that," he chuckled. He pulled out a key. "I found the key to the supply closet. I didn't mean to, but in all the excitement I forgot to return it to Ms. Rhymer on Friday."

Katherine's eyes lit up. "Interesting! Since you told me, then I guess you'll have no objection if I make a copy before school on Monday. Hee-hee!"

They made it to the car. It was a dark parking lot and they were far from anyone else. As Alan stood by the car, ready to open her door, Katherine said, "Here, let me get your keys for you."

Alan rolled his eyes and sighed. "Sis, first off, I can get the keys myself. Secondly, that's not even my pocket."

She feigned confusion. "It isn't?" She giggled. "Never mind though. I've found something a lot more interesting." She rubbed Alan's newly emergent erection through his pants.

Alan put his hand on her wrist and tried to pull her away. "Sis, please, don't. I don't even know how it got hard yet again, but if I cum one more time, I think it's going to break or something. I'm serious."

She stopped stroking it for a moment, but then said, "Awww. Poor thing. Looks like it could use some help. Oh! I know! How 'bout I give it a good massage?" She broke into another fit of giggles as she resumed stroking it.

Alan was still trying to pull her hand away, but not trying that hard. It simply felt too good. At least he managed to grasp her wrist tightly enough to keep her hand from moving up and down very much.

He thought, Sis has already tried something like this twice since we left the movie theater and she just won't take no for an answer. Doesn't she realize the danger, even out here in the parking lot?

His thoughts ran deeper. You know, Sis has always been a bit spoiled. Why is it that she got that way and I didn't? I think maybe it was because Mom seemed to need my help with Ron being gone so much. I remember one time she told me that with him being always overseas, it was up to me to be the "man of the house." That made me feel so good, so responsible.

Hmmm. I wonder if, even back then, I was so eager to be a good kid just so I could win Mom's favor in hopes of becoming her lover someday. I mean, I tried so hard not to look at her as a sexual creature, but when your Mom has looks to put most Hollywood actresses to shame, it's hard not to feel something, at least subconsciously. Not to mention her chest. DANG, that chest!

Alan luxuriated in intensely pleasurable feelings as he thought about his mother and her big rack. He realized that his feelings seemed uncommonly powerful, but then he remembered with a start that his sister was still stroking his erection. While he was thinking, he'd relaxed his arm, and now his hand was moving up and down too as Katherine's hand carried it along.

He grasped her wrist tighter and pulled her hand completely away from his crotch.

"Awww..." she pouted. "I was using that. Can't you play with one of your own?" She giggled.

He finally took the car keys out of his pocket. "Sis, come on. I told you no, and I'm serious. You have to promise me, no fondling like that in public without my permission. It's too dangerous and you could ruin everything!"

With a pouty sigh, she conceded. "Okay. God, that's fun though. I could feel the warmth right through your pants."

They finally got in the car and headed home.

Chapter 7 (Sunday, Oct. 20)

Considering that the Plummer house was supposed to be under a new, moralistic regime, not to mention the danger from Ron being home, Alan still had a lot of fun, both while awake and in his sleep.

During the night, Alan woke from an intense dream during which he had relived the events from the movie theater the night before, but with some even more arousing additions. In his dream, he and his sister had moved to the front row of the theater where anyone that cared could see them, where he actually fucked her long and hard while hearing catcalls and cheers from the audience. When he finally climaxed, it felt like the flood gates had opened: he just kept shooting rope after rope into his wanton little sister as the others in the theater clapped and roared their approval.

His dream left him feeling very confused. As he was trying to get back to sleep, he thought, I really need to temper these incestuous fantasies. I know Sis and I aren't related biologically, so it wouldn't really be ****, but she's my sister in just about every possible way, including legally. It just wouldn't be right. On the other hand, she clearly wants more from me. Can I really say 'No' to her if she asks me to take the next step? I love her so much, but that would be crossing the line. I don't know anymore. Maybe Mom is right and we need to take a break. But how can I, given this prescribed treatment that requires me to cum six times every damn day?

Oh well, no point wracking my brain over it now. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. But somehow, it seems likely I'll be getting to it sooner rather than later.

He quickly grabbed a fresh towel to wipe most of the cum from his sheets, then closed his eyes to let sleep take him away again.

When he woke on Sunday morning, he masturbated twice, the second time in the shower. Both times, his thoughts were focused on his sister, and especially doing wild things with her in movie theaters.

After breakfast, although everyone else left for church, he stayed home. He'd grown tired of going to church the last few years, avoiding it when he could because he found the service and socializing with his mother's friends too boring. He planned to just kick back and read the Sunday paper.

But almost as soon as the car pulled out of the driveway, Suzanne came over to the house and let herself in. She changed quickly into some sexy see-through lingerie she had stashed away for a situation like this. Then she found Alan in his room, reading his e-mail.

"Hiya, Sweetie!"

He gasped audibly when he swiveled his chair and took a look at her. "WHOA! Shiver me timbers! Aunt Suzy, you look incredible!"

She chuckled. "'Shiver me timbers?' Where did that come from? But hey, if you're a pirate, shouldn't you be doing some ... plundering?"

"Oh, man!" He had no idea why he said those particular words, but he was glad now that he did. He stood up, which showed off a suddenly insistent bulge in his shorts.

"Let's make up for lost time, shall we? Don't you want to stake a claim for your share of the booty?" As she said "booty," she put one of his hands on her ass, making clear what kind of booty she was talking about.

"Dang! I meant, uh ... Ahoy there, um..." His words faltered because he was too horny to be able to think of any clever pirate-themed things to say.

Suzanne also was too aroused to just stand there and talk while they were fondling asses. "Come on, Sweetie. Let's make up for lost time!" She grabbed his hand before he even knew what was happening and dragged him to his bed. Even as she did that, she shucked off her lingerie, leaving her in just a pair of stockings and her usual high heels.

Then she sucked and jacked him off like there was no tomorrow.

Alan watched her long tongue snaking out and flicking at the very tip of his erection. Good God! So intense! So arousing! And speaking of God, I could be in a church instead, listening to a boring sermon. It's a good thing I'm not religious, or I might be too morally distraught to properly enjoy this. He chuckled to himself.

Between licks, she said, "Oh God!" "It's..." "so long!"

As Alan's lust was just starting to build, he pointed out, "What do you mean, 'so long, ' Aunt Suzy? It's been less than twenty-four hours."

"That's too long in my book," Suzanne said, and then she engulfed his cockhead and twirled her tongue all around it for a little while. "Besides, I was also talking about the length of your dick. It's soooo long, and soooo thick! Mmmm!" She ran her tongue all over it as he moaned happily.

Finally, she let up a bit and asked, "Aren't you happy to see me? You seem a little grumpy."

"I'm totally happy to see you. It's just, well, ... this is kind of embarrassing and maybe Freudian, but I keep thinking of Mom and Ron ... I'd probably even get flaccid thinking about it, except that you're the cocksucking queen of the universe."

After she went to town on his most sensitive spot, he added, "DANG, that feels good!" But he was still frowning, despite the intense pleasure.

Suzanne looked up briefly, saw his worried face, and said, "Don't worry. They didn't have sex last night, if that's what you're thinking."

"They didn't? How do you know?"

Suzanne looked like she was going to tell him something, but in the end she just went back to gobbling on his cock, mumbling, "I just know."

Alan thought back to how tired Ron had looked after his flight and found himself nodding, even though Suzanne couldn't see him doing that. He also sighed with relief, because the thought of Susan and Ron having sex disturbed him greatly. Man, that's some weird Freudian shit. I used to really love my Dad. But then, about five or six years ago, it's like he just abandoned us. Ever since then, Aunt Suzy has been more of a father to me than he has, by far! I guess I've got some serious anger issues. Besides, Mom is just so friggin' HOT! I really want her, so bad!

After a while, Suzanne cupped his balls with a free hand and came up for air, then said in an especially sultry voice, "Do you like that? Do you like that your mother is putting the horns on your father because she's so addicted to your cock? She's married to him, obviously, but I'll bet if she had sex with him, she'd feel like she's cheating on YOU. Oooh! It's all so Oedipal!" she added with glee.

"It's not like that!" Alan protested, even though he'd just been having exactly that kind of thought. "She was just reluctantly helping me with my condition, and she doesn't even do that anymore." But secretly he was very pleased. His erection even twitched and surged in approval, something Suzanne couldn't fail to notice.

Alan, emboldened by Suzanne's sexy words, the fact that she wore nothing but panties, and even by what he had done with his sister the night before, waited until she was busy with his erection in a near deep throat and had both hands tugging on his balls. Then he reached down, pushed her panties aside, and put a finger in her wet slit. He was delighted to find that she did nothing to stop him.

Instead, when she had to take a breather from all her expert cocksucking a minute later, she jokingly pretended that she didn't know what he was doing. "Boy, Sweetie, it's a good thing you don't know anything about fingerfucking, or you just might dare to try it out on me. And we both know how that's against the rules!"

They chuckled at the pretense.

One thing that Suzanne was very talented at was sensing just how close he was to cumming. Whenever he got too close, she would slow down or even stop for a little while. She knew he could only climax so many times, and she wanted to maximize their fun.

Alan thought with amusement, I normally hate how long church sermons go on, but now I wish church would never end. Damn! Aunt Suzy's tongue is as long as a snake, and just as flexible! This feels soooo fuckin' great! There are no words to describe the joy!

Suzanne had been stroking and sucking for a good twenty minutes, changing positions repeatedly, and it seemed like the two of them could keep doing it forever.

But they could only dance on the edge for so long. Eventually, without any special stimulation or reason, Alan suddenly lost control. He just barely had time to shout, "Watch out!" before he started firing into her tonsils.

She eagerly took his entire load directly into her mouth, without spilling a drop. A little bit of cum dribbled down her chin, but she licked it all up with her extraordinarily long tongue.

It had been great fun, but unfortunately Suzanne couldn't coax him back to life again that morning. By the time the family returned, the two of them were sitting innocently in the living room, reading sections of the newspaper.

The time with Suzanne helped Alan get over his recent bout of moral indecision. Any qualms he'd had were decimated by the overpowering image of Suzanne naked, dripping cum, panting like a bitch in heat.

After she left, he thought, How could something that feels so good possibly be wrong? It's not wrong to fuck someone like Aunt Suzy or even my mom. What's wrong is letting a beautiful woman like that go even one hour without being fucked. She needs to be impaled and fucked every hour of the day! It's not my fault that I have such a hot mother, and an equally hot aunt. Well, technically she's not really my aunt, which is probably a good thing given what we just did!

One such woman would drive any man to complete distraction, but I've got four in my house if I count Aims, and then there's Akami to consider too. Dang, she looks fine. It's amazing I haven't been reduced to a drooling, gibbering idiot already, with all these fine ladies running around. I guess that's the "price" of living the rich life in Southern California. He chuckled inwardly.