Go All the Way: Part 3

Chapter 7

Neither sibling was close to ready for more sexual play when Amy came over about an hour later.

"Hey Alan, hey Kat," Amy said to them as they lay flopped down in the living room, watching TV. "It's just the three of us at home, right?"

"Right," said Alan. He thought, Uh-oh, here comes something else.

"Goody. I'm still hoping you'll give me that homework help, but I'm also really worried about my pussy: it's overdue for another shaving. Can you guys please help me out? Pleeeasse?!"

Alan turned around and finally took a look at Amy. He was incredibly turned on by what she wore. Once she'd walked in and confirmed that the Plummer parents were gone, she'd taken off her T-shirt and unbuttoned her cut-off shorts. All she had under the shirt was an oversized top that was dark blue on one side and white on the other.

Alan realized that Amy had started showing herself off deliberately. Her top had been sexy enough the last time she'd worn it, but now she'd arranged it so that both her nipples occasionally came partly into view as she walked towards him. He wondered if she'd stretched the material or something, to make the top hang even more loosely.

Her shorts were slung so low that he was amazed that they somehow managed to stay on her at all. With her shorts unbuttoned, nearly all of her pubic hair would have been exposed to prying eyes if she'd not been bare down there.

Unfortunately for both of them, he was completely exhausted. He thought, Why does Aims have to dress like this just after I've been fucked nearly to ****? Bummer. It's such a shame to not fully appreciate her sexiness.

"Oh God, can you handle this, Sis? I don't think I can even get up out of this sofa, much less get up in other ways." Yet even as he said this, he felt twitches of life in his penis, thanks to Amy's luscious teen body that she was displaying so temptingly in her deliberately slutty clothing.

His sister replied, "Talk about being unable to walk - look at me! And do you remember what happened to me in cheerleading practice, on top of that? I'm even more wiped out than you are!"

"Yeah, wasn't cheerleading practice fun?" said an energetic Amy enthusiastically. "You want to work some more on the leakage problem?"

"Ugggghh!" both siblings sighed.

Amy looked puzzled.

"I'll take it," said Alan finally. "I won't enjoy it, much, but I gotta build up my stamina. It's all part of building up my energy, I guess."

But he continued to lie there, as if he were waiting for his body's energy to recharge some more first. He commented lightheartedly, "Boy, Aims, looks like you're really having some trouble keeping your clothes on these days."

"Oh goody!" she squealed. "You noticed! I love dressing up all sexily like this. It's almost as much fun as being naked. Aren't clothes just the biggest bother?"

That roused him a bit. Partly to stall having to move, he asked Amy, "You're really fine with nakedness, aren't you?"

"Gosh yeah! Totally! What's the point of clothes, anyway? Don't you think they're kind of silly? Like guys wearing ties. That's just silly! Okay, if it's cold, clothes are good, I guess. But on a nice warm day, why get all covered up? I would have walked over from next door without any clothes at all except for everyone getting so upset when I do something like that. Mom and Dad never let me be naked, like, EVER! And you should see Brad's face if he finds me watching TV without any clothes on, which happens sometimes."

"I'll bet," Alan commented. He could well imagine Brad's consternation.

Amy continued, "Wouldn't it be great if everyone was naked all day long? Except for the really ugly people." She giggled. "But imagine if everyone was beautiful, and we were all naked, and it was sunny and green and we all lived in nature. Wouldn't that be, like, the super bestest of all? Kind of like Adam and Eve."

Katherine pointed out, with a bit of a leading question, "But if everyone is naked and good looking, then don't you think all the people would get lusty and start having sex all the time?"

Amy grabbed one of her boobs and clutched it idly as she thought. She appeared to contemplate taking her top off. But then she answered, "Yeah, but would that be a problem? I mean, isn't that how it was in the Bible? Weren't Adam and Eve, like, doing it to each other all over Eden? And when they had kids, weren't they doing it with their parents and each other? Sisters rutting with brothers and sons doing it with their mothers? Otherwise, who populated the Earth? I thought that was the utopia we all want to go back to."

Alan immediately had visions of himself fucking his sister. They were incredibly vivid images, from just a short time earlier. He momentarily wondered if Amy knew more than she let on about what they'd done, because she was talking about sibling sex for the first time ever. It wasn't exactly common to casually mention ****, and in an approving way. But then he concluded that Amy just wasn't clever enough for that kind of verbal subtlety.

Then he had images of himself, Amy, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne running around Amy's perfect Garden of Eden. He would find them bent over some big rocks and take them from behind, over and over. Wherever they wandered in the garden, he would grab one of them and fuck the living shit out of them, and every time he did, Amy would just smile blissfully and say, "Wow!"

That roused him enough to motivate him to stand up. He went with Amy to the bathroom. He felt glad to realize that Amy wouldn't hate him and Katherine if she found out what they were doing to each other. He'd always suspected she would be loving and understanding about almost anything, but it was still good to get reassurance.

"Did I come at a bad time?" Amy asked, closing the bathroom door behind them and shedding her clothes with her usual boundless enthusiasm. "Both of you seem all poopy."

"Kind of," he said, "but that's okay. We're happy to help you out, anytime."

He was so exhausted he didn't even bother to take off his clothes.

"No, you seem really tired," said a visibly worried Amy. "Are you sure you want to do this? We can do it tomorrow instead."

"No, well actually..." A naughty thought went through his bleary brain. "The truth is, I have a problem. Can you keep another secret? A super secret?"

"Of course," she said, happy to be gaining his trust. "Haven't I been good with secrets?"

"Yes, I guess you have. Anyway, the problem is with my dick. You see, my dick is all tired out. And when my dick is tired, that means I'm tired, too."

"Oh gosh! That sounds horrible!" she gushed. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well, actually there is. If you could get my dick excited again, then I could get a new rush of energy and I would have no trouble shaving your pussy."

"Oh goody! I'd love to help! And it would only be fair, since you've been helping me so much. But ... everybody tells me that penises are bad. Especially penises and pussies put together. Like what almost happened with me and Jack Johnson last year. Aren't those thingies bad? My parents told me never to touch one."

"No, don't be silly! A penis isn't bad. Weren't we telling you the other day about all the wonderful things a penis can do, like how it can cure the hiccups and all that? It's just that certain men are bad, and they do bad things with their penises. So your parents gave you a blanket warning to make sure you'd be safe. It's like when your parents told you not to talk to strangers when you were a kid. It's not like all strangers are bad, but your parents didn't know if you could tell the good ones from the bad ones."

"Oh, I get it. Well, I trust you completely. If you say so, then I'm sure it's fine. So what do you want me to do?"

"Do you mind if I take it out?" he asked, while his hands hovered at the band of his shorts.

"No, of course not. I wanna see it!"

He removed his shorts and underwear, then sat sideways on the edge of the tub and leaned against the adjacent wall. He didn't feel that embarrassed to have Amy see his privates, since he'd posed for her artistic sketches many times. Even though he'd at least been wearing tight briefs or bathing suits every time, those hadn't left much to the imagination. She'd even gotten him to pose in Speedos a few times.

His flaccid penis hung limply between his legs, as Amy could clearly see. Even her naked body and all their talking weren't enough to bring it back to life.

"Oh no!" she said with a frown. "It looks sad. Not at all like the ones I've seen in my anatomy books and stuff, and not like how it always looked when you were posing for me."

"Yes, very sad," he agreed. "If you could rub it with your fingers maybe you could invigorate it and make it happy again. Then it would stick out proudly like a flagpole."

"I don't know ... Are you sure this is okay? I've never really touched a guy's thingy before, except when I was trying to push Jack away."

"Aims, let me tell you another secret. Do you remember a while back when you walked in on us watching TV, and you saw your mother sitting with her pussy wide open and pointed so I could see it?"

"Sure. That's when you first let me in on a secret."

"Well, the reason she was showing me her pussy was because she also knows about how my dick, my thingy, is usually sad. She was trying to excite me to help it get back to life. She touches and rubs it a lot to help, and even Sis and Mom do sometimes."

"Oh really? That's cool. You've been getting them to help you and you've never asked for my help? I'm hurt." She scrunched up her face in a pout. "I'm happy to help in any way. What do I have to do?"

He loved how easily accepting she was of anything. "Like I said, if you could start rubbing it."

She took his dick in her hands. It had already begun to show the first signs of revival, even before she touched it.

"Gosh, it feels weird. Kind of like a limp vegetable or something."

"Yeah, it's kind of like that now. Just rub it gently with your hands some and you'll see it grow and get better."

Amy began rubbing it.

"That's good," he said. He noticed that she seemed to have a natural knack for stimulating his penis, because from the very start her touch felt great. But to help her improve, he gave her advice on the best spots to rub and told her to focus on the sensitive spot just under the head.

His dick quickly grew to full size in her hands. He found himself thinking, I vaguely remember concluding that I shouldn't let Aims touch my dick. But I'm soooo exhausted, I can't even remember what that was about. Oh yeah - Aunt Suzy probably wouldn't like it. But hell, it's too late to stop now! Besides, things have changed in the last few days. It's becoming clearer and clearer to me that things are getting more sexed up all the time, and it's inevitable Aims is gonna get involved. She may end up yanking her hair in frustration, and I certainly don't want her to know just yet, but Aunt Suzy will understand before too long that this is how things have to be, I'm sure.

I mean, Aims comes and goes from this house like she lives here more than in her own, and she hangs out with me and especially with Sis all the time. How could she not get involved?

Distracting him from his thoughts, she asked, "Is that as big as it gets?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Gosh, it's so big! Bigger than the ones I've seen in pictures and stuff."

"It gets to be almost eight inches, which they say is pretty good, but it won't stay that way for long today. It's soooo tired. I think we need something else. You know, boys have some favorite body parts. They love pussies, butts and boobies."

"I know that, silly! Guys are always trying to touch my butt and my boobies, but my friends and parents say I'm not allowed to touch them back!"

"Well, generally that's a very good rule. But with me it's different, like I explained before. Maybe if I played with your boobies, it would help my dick grow a little bit more."

He reached out and began to fondle her lovely boobs. They weren't gigantic like his mother's or her mother's, but were still damn big, and perfectly shaped for their size. They rode high on her chest and stuck out proudly, even when she wasn't deliberately thrusting them forward.

"Oh, look!" she said excitedly. "I think your thingy is growing even more! It's swelling in my hand. I'm so glad I could help. And it feels good to help, too. Especially when you touch my nipples like that."

He was already fully erect, but he didn't want to diminish her enthusiasm. Certainly he grew hornier with each passing minute, more because of the way that she was showing herself to be submissive to his every desire than the actual physical contact between them.

"Mmmm. Yeah," she cooed as he put more vigor into exploring her chest. "Feels so good. You can touch my boobies any time you want. You don't even have to ask; just grab 'em. Don't worry if I'm wearing any clothes; just take 'em off if you want to."

He thought about that. Man, life is good! Her boobs are so big and soft, too! What luck to have a next-door neighbor like her. How is it everything's falling my way all of a sudden? I wonder if Aunt Suzy put her up to this? Nah, she's really protective of her.

As she returned her attention to his dick, she asked, "Now what? Do I keep rubbing it?"

"Yes, you should keep rubbing or else it may go down again." In actual fact, he realized that his dishonest story had come true: Dang! My energy level IS reviving. Maybe I shouldn't doubt that diagnosis after all.

As she continued to rub, he began to feel that he had the energy to give Amy a good, solid fuck. He figured, If I asked her to fuck, she'd probably just say, "M'kay!" Only hours ago I was a virgin, and now I could fuck a second girl on the very same day as my sister! How amazing is that?

But it seems the conditions aren't right. For one thing, no doubt I'd catch hell from both Mom and Aunt Suzy. Especially Aunt Suzy. Just getting her to let Aims help me with her hands and stuff is gonna be a big, big step. Plus, I don't think my dick could handle anything more today. At the very least, I wouldn't enjoy it as much as I should. If I do it with Aims, I should make it a special experience for each of us, just like it was with Sis.

He was drawing dangerously close to a climax. "That's good, Aims; you can stop now." He pulled his hands away from her chest.

"Are you sure?" she asked, still rubbing. "I really don't mind rubbing at all, and I think what you've been doing with your hands is great."

"No, really, take your hands off NOW, please!"

"M'kay," and she did so, feeling slightly hurt. "Geez."

He explained, "Sorry for getting anxious there. It's just that, well, we really have to hurry things up so we can shave your pussy before everyone gets back home."

"That's okay; I'm kind of new at this. I'm sure to screw things up. But that was fun! If you want to rub my boobies, or have me rub your thingy anytime, just let me know!"

"I'll do that." He thought, Jesus, she's like a completely pliable sex object! She'll do anything I say and not even wonder why. Sis has all this bold talk about being a fuck toy, but Aims is acting like the real deal. Such a turn-on!

He said, "All right, let's get to your shaving. Today we have to hurry. Some other day we can do a more thorough job."

He stood up and got the shaving cream and razor. His dick continued to stand happily at attention.

"Your thingy looks funny bouncing around while you walk," she giggled.

Alan was too tired to think of a response. "Hold still, and close your eyes," was all he could say. He covered her pussy with shaving cream and began to shave it. Then he remembered the whole "checking for bumps" story. He felt obligated to follow through with that.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to check for bumps again."

"Mind? I just loooooove it when you check for bumps," mumbled Amy out of the corners of her mouth in an attempt not to even move her lips.

He could barely understand her words because she had apparently taken his command not to move very literally. He thrust his fingers in an out of her tight twat, giving her a vigorous fingerfuck without any pretense of "checking for bumps" on the interior walls of her vagina.

Then he finished shaving her as fast as any professional barber would have, especially since it wasn't a big job like the first time had been, when she'd had a full bush. "Aims, you can open your eyes now and you don't have to worry about sitting still anymore."

The shaving duty over, he continued to "check for bumps" for many more long minutes. Meanwhile, they talked.

"Gosh, I just totally love it when you check for bumps," she said again. "It reminds me a lot of something that happened to me earlier today."

"You mean with you, Kat and Heather at cheerleading practice?"

"You know about that?" said a very surprised Amy. "I thought that was supposed to be a special secret."

"It is, but anything that Sis knows I'm likely to know, and vice versa. Like I'll tell her later how you helped me out just now. And her secrets are always safe with me, so no worries."

"Oh. M'kay."

"Actually, checking for bumps is a lot like masturbating. Sorry to hear about your 'leaking fluids' problem, but Sis and I will be glad to help you figure that out later, on some other day."

"Really? Wow! You two are the best. Always helping me out!"

"That's what friends are for." A thought occurred to him: in the book reading he'd done recently to become a better lover, he'd learned about a woman's G-spot and how to find it. He decided to put the knowledge to use. So he said, "You know, Aims, there's one area in particular where a lot of bumps accumulate. Let me check there."

He searched the inner wall above her slit, and found a rougher area easily enough. He focused his attentions there.

After a few seconds, Amy said with a scrunched-up face, "Oh no, I think I have to go pee! But I don't want you to stop."

"Just fight that feeling; I think it'll pass. It's just that I think I've found one of those elusive bumps." He kept rubbing, and from the changing look on her face, knew he was onto something. Her G-spot slowly engorged until there was no doubt it was quite a big "bump."

"You feel that? What my fingers are going over? That's one of the bumps I've been warning you about. Now you can see why shaving is so dangerous and why we have to help you so much."

"Are you saying these are supposed to be bad? But it feels so good when you touch them! Please don't stop! I love my bumps!" She trembled and shook from another orgasm.

He waited until she came down from her orgasmic high. Then he said, "We can talk more about these bumps later. Now that we've found one, we'll have to redouble our efforts to find the others. But we really should stop here. I'm getting tired again." He pulled his fingers out of her slit.

She was very disappointed by that. "Oh no! Here, play with my boobies some more, and let me hold your thingy."

"I appreciate the thought, but I really have got to get going. Remember that this is all another super secret. And don't let anyone else touch you like we've been doing, unless one of us says so. You can't trust anyone else, and you don't want to have what almost happened with Jack Johnson happen again."

"Dear me, no. You two are the bestest pals! You guys would never take advantage of me. I don't trust anybody else. You're, like, super trusty."

Alan pulled up his shorts while watching Amy put her clothes back on. "Why don't you go find Sis and tell her everything we've just done. She'd like to know how it's going with the shaving of your pussy, and, like I said, we don't keep secrets between us. I'm so tired I think I'm just gonna go lie down in my room."

Chapter 8

Alan lay down on his bed and began to drift off to sleep, even though he knew it was still before nine o'clock. He was just that tired.

He stirred when he heard his sister enter his room. "Someone has been a very naughty boy," he heard her say to him. He opened his eyes and saw her completely dressed, so that she would be presentable when their parents returned.

"Headline: Pot Calls Kettle Black," he tried to joke. He asked of Amy, "Is she gone?"

"Of course." She grabbed a pillow and lay down on the floor near his bed.

"You know," he pointed out, "between you and me, her supposed protectors, we're doing a pretty lousy job of protecting her. In fact, it seems like we're slowly turning her into a sex addict."

Katherine didn't seem perturbed about it. "Ah well, what can you do?"

"Very funny," he said. "You know I feel pretty bad about playing with her like that, but I feel even more turned on. She's just so damn fuckable! Talk about a fuck toy! She's so ready and willing. You know, I think that if I told her that my prick was a paintbrush and I needed to use it to draw a painting on the inside of her vagina, she'd probably believe it!"

They both laughed. But on another level, they both felt guilty as well. After all, they'd practically been siblings to Amy ever since they could remember, and they loved her dearly. But they couldn't resist having fun with her sexually. If she resisted, as she had earlier that day when Heather was involved, it was a very different matter, but with just the two of them she always seemed so eager.

"Yeah, I agree," Katherine nodded. "But keep in mind, buster, who your number one fuck toy is! No need to go all the way to Amy next door when my bedroom is only ten feet away."

"Don't worry. She can't compete with you, 'cos you're my sister and my best friend and I love you. But admit it: you want her too. You're gonna turn into a total lesbian if you don't watch out!" he chided playfully.

"Bah! When I could have your cock instead? No thanks, Big Penis-pistol-packing Brother. A pussy is just something to bide my time with, since you seem to be so busy with so many women. I gotta admit, I'm jealous of Aunt Suzy and Mom, not to mention your appointment with Akami tomorrow. I'll bet the clothes will be flying off pretty fast there!"

He replied honestly, "I bet you're right about that. And I'm totally into you, Sis. We're brother and sister and that'll never change, and I hope us being physical and fucking our brains out will never change, too. But you have to admit our two favorite moms are pretty incredible. I mean, now that you're doing it with girls, wouldn't you do either of them, or both, in a heartbeat? You have to figure I would as well."

She felt jealous, but tried to suppress it. "Yeah, okay, they're pretty fuckable. They're like porn stars or centerfolds. But that's the problem. I figure I can't compete with that. Their pretty faces, wide hips, long, muscular legs ... And of course, each of their boobs could be an entire Macy's parade float, for crying out loud. How can I compete?"

He knew Katherine had self-confidence issues, and he tried to boost her spirits with sincere compliments. "Don't worry: your boobs are plenty big enough to keep me happy. And you're still growing, not to mention what good shape you're in too. Sis, you're gorgeous! You're a total fox!"

"But how can I compete with the supersize-boob moms?"

"Listen to me. You're one of the most endowed girls in school. You're already bigger in the chest than Mom was when she was your age, she tells us. If you keep that up, you're going to need a forklift in front of you holding them up whenever you walk around!"

"You say the nicest things, Big Horse-hung Brother! Do you really think my boobs are nice? They feel kind of inadequate to me." Ignoring the danger posed by their parents' imminent return, she sat up and took her shirt off so he could have a good look at them.

Alan took a good, long, appreciative look. "Are you crazy, Sis? They're amazing. You sound like a multimillionaire who complains about being poor 'cos he's not a billionaire. Virtually any girl your age would kill for boobs like yours. And they make me very happy, so please don't keep putting yourself down. I keep saying you're completely gorgeous because I mean it! You have such a perfect body! I mean, geez, forget about your great tits for a second. What about your ass? Or your legs? Your legs really do go on forever. I must have been blind not to try to fuck you years ago."

He wasn't just saying that to make her feel better either; he honestly couldn't understand how she could have a complex about her boob size or worry about her looks in general since she truly looked fantastic. He added, "But could you please put your shirt back on? We're supposed to be on our best behavior at home, right?"

"I've just taken it off for a second so I can get your opinion of them. And if you put it that way, I guess I can stand to share you just a little. Sucks to be you, huh? You'll come home and think: 'Who should I get to service my dick this time, Sis, Mom, or Aunt Suzy?' How are you gonna deal with a situation like that?"

He quipped, "I don't want to offend. So I think it's best if all three of you service it at once."

"Ha ha. But ... who knows? It might happen."

He thought, Sis, don't say that. You're gonna make me horny all over again! Instead of telling her that, he just kept quiet, hoping for a change of topic.

She asked, "But what about Aims? She makes me jealous too. She's young, attractive, big-boobed, and growing. AND I know you love her a lot. Her tits are bigger than mine, you know. And speaking of asses, she has a particularly fine ass, I'm sure you'll agree. It's big, but not at all flabby."

"Jealous? You mean when your fingers aren't deep inside her and you're not playing with each other? She's your closest friend, and has been all your life. She's like a sister to me too, so I love her also, but she'll never have the place in my heart that you have. You're, like, my very best friend, much more so than even Sean or Peter! I can relate to the three of you, but I don't really connect with her mentally like with you three."

She was touched, and also greatly reassured. She'd assumed that Amy wasn't a serious threat because she wasn't nearly as much of an intellectual as Alan, but even so she was really glad when Alan confirmed that assumption.

He continued, "Boobs and asses and their sizes aren't everything, either. You know you're more toned and fit than she is, for one thing. She's kind of soft and squeezable, and you're more hard-bodied. Also, I'll need a girlfriend for school eventually, if only for dances and social events. What are people going to say: 'There goes Alan, the guy who never dated a girl in high school, and never dated a girl in his life?' But I only want to have a girlfriend who understands about you and me, and is willing to participate with us, even. I'm beginning to think Aims would fit the bill."

"I could live with that, on the outside," said Katherine. "As long as you treat me like your girlfriend at home. And we all know what your number one boyfriend responsibility is." She reached out to grab his dick.

He intercepted her hand and kept her at bay. He just didn't have the energy, plus there was the danger factor.

"Okay, fine. I'm tired too. But it's your job to keep me filled with that." She pondered the idea of Alan making Amy his official girlfriend. She could see the logic in it, but she didn't like it, and her facial expression soured as she continued to think about it.

An idea hit her. "Hey, what if you make Aims AND me your TWO official girlfriends? Wouldn't that be better?"

"Hell, yeah! That would be awesome! But let's get real. Everyone would kill me for **** with my sister, and then they'd kill me a second time for scooping up two of the foxiest girls in school. You want to see people kicking my corpse?"

She stared off into space wistfully. "Come on! It wouldn't be that bad. But can't we just ... pretend? I don't mind sharing you with her, because she's my closest girl friend, and she's just, ya know ... Amy. Wouldn't it be great, in a better world, if we could be a threesome?"

A big smile crossed his face as he considered that. "Yeah. Wow. Imagine if I took both of you to one of those fancy parties all the cool people go to. I'd leave the house and then turn around and come back to pick both of you up. You'd look so super sexy ... Everyone would be amazed. But hey, I don't care what they think. Why even go to a party? The three of us could have so much fun up in my room all night long!"

Katherine laughed. "Now you're talking!" She had her own related fantasy of dressing up for a fancy party in extremely revealing and sexy clothes, with Amy doing the same. But then she realized that she wouldn't want others to see her like that, even in a fantasy, so she latched onto the idea of having fun up in Alan's room instead.

Then she changed topics. "Getting back to reality, what about Kim? Why don't you make her your girlfriend?"

He replied, "She may get her jollies with me; we'll see if that happens. But let's face it: at heart she prefers women. Besides, she's not really my type; she's too young and immature."

"Physically immature," she clarified for him. "I know what kind your type is: the kind with tits so big that they fall over forward whenever they try to walk. Like two certain mothers I could name."

He nodded grudgingly. "All right, there's some truth to that. As if that makes me different from every other male in the universe. But don't worry." He got up and comforted her with a warm hug. "I seriously love you just as much as either of them. After all, you're my sister, and there's a real thrill in making love to my sister that only you can satisfy. Plus, by the time you've finished growing, Macy's will be calling you to see if you have two new entries for their parade. You're a knockout already, and you're still coming into your own. In thirty years I hope we'll still be fucking each other, while Aunt Suzy and Mom sadly will already be senior citizens."

"Thanks!" she said, somewhat relieved. "You're the best brother anyone could have. I don't know why I doubt my looks so much. No, actually, I do. I mean, I have a mom who looks like Mom, and that would be daunting for anybody. But so what? I know that I inspire YOU, and that's all I really care about. In any case, let's not go any further with Aims for a while, okay? I feel like I have enough competition in your fantasies, what, between Mom, Aunt Suzy, Aims, Akami, Kim, Ms. Rhymer..."

"Hey, whoa, I've never even touched Ms. Rhymer!"

"Yeah, that's the only one of the bunch you can say that about, I noticed! And you seem to have a way with women nowadays. I'm sure she'll fall like a domino, if you're after her." She mocked Ms. Rhymer's voice, asking pleadingly, "'Oh Alan, my young man, please let your teacher help you with your medical problem!'"

He laughed.

She went on in her normal voice, "And then there's Christine..."

"Hey, there's one you don't have to worry about. She's made it pretty clear that she's not interested and just wants to be friends."

"Hrm. So you say. Anyway, I've told you before that I don't mind you doing certain other women, as long as you don't forget me. Especially since I seem to get a share of the action with them too, from time to time."

They both laughed at that.

Katherine continued, "I don't know about Christine, though, since she really does seem to be the ice queen. But if I were Ms. Rhymer, I'd watch out. You've had the hots for your teacher for three years already, and a certain unassuming teacher's pet is turning into quite the pussy tamer." She sang the Van Halen song:

"You've got it bad,

got it bad,

got it bad,

you're hot for teacher."

He rolled his eyes, but was secretly pleased at the whole teacher-romance concept. That song was frequently in his mind lately.

She continued, "If she had any sense, she should have been having you pound her through a wall with that jackhammer cock of yours, instead of giving you blue balls all this time. She has her nose in books instead of up your crotch."

"Why don't you tell her that?" he suggested facetiously.

Still running with the idea, she added, "Instead of you being her teacher's pet, you should make your teacher your pet!"

He groaned in frustration. That idea really turned him on, and the fact that it was his sister suggesting it aroused him even more. He could feel his penis starting to engorge, if only a little. Yet he was so exhausted that he felt he was being cruel to his body by staying awake for even a few more minutes. He muttered, "Oh, man, you're killing me." Then his voice grew determined. "Sis, I'm really beat. You're still topless, and I'm sure Mom and Ron would love to hear their 'model kids' talking like this."

Alan again lay on his bed with Katherine now back on the floor near him. He looked over the edge of his bed to see if she'd put her shirt back on, but instead of putting it back on, she'd taken her shorts off as well.

"Sis!" he whined. "That's not what I call putting your shirt back on."

She smiled up at him naughtily. "I know, but my shorts were chafing me," she giggled.

"You and your chafing," he said with a sigh as he rolled back onto his pillow. "What am I going to do with you? You seem determined to get caught."

"I have a suggestion on what you can do with me, Big Studly Brother, but it's only going to make you more upset with me. You see, I have this hole that needs to be filled with a hot injection of thick man-meat."

"Sis! Not at home, remember?"

"I locked the door to your room, you know, and these walls are fairly soundproof. I'm not stupid."

"Nope," he said firmly, "you're certainly not. But I really have to put my foot down. And whatever happened to you being all tired and sore, anyway?"

"I'm sore. Soooo sore. But any time is the right time to fuck. I think the only cure for my sore cunt is some Big Thick Brother cock! It's like drinking some more **** to cure a hangover. Why not a little more sister-poking? When it comes to you, just imagine a little sign above my pussy that says: 'Open 24 hours a day.' Just like the corner Quickee Mart."

They both giggled.

"Hey, take a look at this!" Once she saw he was sitting up and looking, she added in an extra sultry voice, "You sure your cock doesn't want to make a quick pit stop in your sister's pussy?" Then she twirled around to face him, spread her legs, and opened her labia wide with her fingers. "Calling all cock! Calling all cocks! Mayday! Mayday! All hands on dick!"

He laughed, especially at the "all hands on dick" part, but he also gave her a look that said 'No.'

She sighed. "But if you insist on leaving me horny, can I at least take care of you?" She sat on the edge of his bed and cradled his boner in her hands. Despite his exhaustion, it had grown hard thanks to all the sexy talk.

"We can't even do that while Ron is home. What if one of them walked in? As much as I'd love it, believe me. But a rule is a rule."

"But the door is locked!"

"Yeah, but it's a slippery slope."

She kidded as she ran her fingers up and down it, "I'll agree that it's slippery. Definitely slippery most of the time. I'm not so sure about the slope part though. A little bit crooked, maybe, but not much."

He swatted her hand away, in a playful yet effective manner. "One of us has to retain at least a shred of sanity and restraint, Sexy Little Sister." He smiled as he decided that if she always called him big brother with an adjective thrown in, he could reciprocate a bit more.

She smiled too. "Okay, tough guy. I'll go then. You're just leaving me wanting you even more badly, Big, Long, Hard, Throbbing, Sister-stuffing Brother. But remember that I'm serious about what I said about sharing. I don't mind setting you up with one of the other cheerleaders, like Janice or Joy. Their personalities don't really fit with yours, so they don't worry me. But someone like Christine, someone you really love who could take you away from me, that REALLY worries me."

"Don't worry. As I keep telling you, Christine is just a friend now. And sure, I have a crush on Ms. Rhymer, but she's a teacher, so that obviously is just a fun daydream. In fact, there's no woman in the world who will take my sole attention now that I have so many wonderful women all helping me out. I would be a fool to accept any situation where I couldn't fuck you constantly, Moist Little Sister. That's one thing you don't have to worry about at all."

"That makes me feel so much better. I wish I could be your girlfriend in school too, but I realize that ain't gonna happen."

"Yeah, that would be cool," he said wistfully. "But you never know. College maybe? We're not actually genetically brother and sister, so as long as nobody knows us from high school..."

"All right, don't get my hopes up already. There are always problems. Like, what if you're at college and Ron asks you, 'So Alan, who's your new girlfriend?' What could you say? 'Uh, actually it's someone you know... ' Ain't gonna happen. Anyway, I'm out of here already, Big, Pulsing, Pounding, and Oh-so-filling Brother."

Alan laughed. "Hey, if we get so into these naming games, we'll never finish our sentences. Not to mention, someone might overhear. What's more is that it hasn't even been one day since I rammed you, as you so poetically describe it. Have a little patience."

She huffed, but playfully. "Easy for you to say. That's like saying to a heroin addict, 'Hey, only 24 hours of cold turkey withdrawal. What's the big deal?' But I'm curious. How many times did you get off today?" She stood up and finally started putting her clothes back on.

"Let's see ... One after midnight, then once this morning, once at lunch, four times with you this afternoon, and almost once with Aims. Now my dick is pleading for no more tonight. So, seven. I've done better. But in terms of quality vs. quantity, I don't think it'll ever be possible to beat today."

"Well now I've got something to aim for, don't I?" She winked. "Goodnight, sister-fucker. Thanks again for the great day!"

"Thank you, too! Goodnight, brother-fucker!" he said with deep contentment.

She kissed him goodnight on the lips for several minutes. She tried to make it lead to something more, even getting aggressive with her hands, but Alan and his sore penis wouldn't have it.

He barely had the will to push her away, so he pointed out, "You see what I mean about the slippery slope?"

As she made to leave, she made the comment, "Too bad I have to go, but once you start fucking Mom, she and I can take turns sleeping in your bed! Or we could all sleep together. Wouldn't you like that, Big, Shove-your-huge-monster-sister-splitter-deep-into-me-and-then-make-me-suck-your-hard-cock-over-and-over-again-all-night-long Brother?"

He had no comment, but she could tell from his facial expression that he would like that very much. He looked cute blushing.

He was surprised again at how little his incestuous thoughts and deeds led him to feel guilty, at least most of the time.

Instead, he filled the void by saying, "Actually, Squeezy Little Sister, as much fun as we're having calling each other names, we're definitely getting carried away with that, and it's dangerous. So we can't do that, either. Not to mention, these names get me so hot that it really weakens my resolve. And it gives me too big a head."

"Awww. But don't worry, I'll give you head. Would you like me to give you big head?" She moved back towards his crotch.

"Sis! Please. I said, 'A big head.' Emphasis on the 'A.'"

She pretended to be dumb. "OooOOOoooh. My bad." She giggled, then winked, and finally slipped out the door.

Back in her room, she spent over an hour writing an entry in her diary that described her first fuck in **** detail. She knew it was something she'd want to refer to in fond memory in the years to come.