Lets Talk About Sex: Part 3

Chapter 7

Even though Alan had a great time with Glory during the lunch period, he figured his day was only going to get even better. He still had an afternoon at Kim's to look forward to. This time he and Katherine wasted no time and drove there straight from school. As a result their clothes provided more cover than in the last car ride to Kim's, so the festivities largely had to wait until they arrived at her house.

The first time at Kim's place it had been just Katherine and Alan having sex while Kim watched, but they had promised her that she would be welcome to join in this time. They met her at the door and the three of them kissed and groped a fair amount before one word was even spoken.

Finally Katherine started up the stairs. But then she stopped, bent over, looked back at Kim and Alan and flipped up her skirt, revealing her bare pussy peeking between her legs. "Last one up is a rotten egg," she prodded, "and the first one up gets first dibs on this!"

Kim and Alan quickly scrambled after her. Because he was much taller, Alan made it to the bedroom before Kim, so he won first dibs.

Katherine was delighted by his victory. "Excellent! It has been way too long, Big Hole-filling Brother. Way. Too. Long." With a turn to Kim, she added, "What say Alan fucks me while you watch, and then after that you can take your pick of him or me next? Then we can all do it together."

"Okay," said Kim, still bummed to have lost the race. She sat down on a chair next to her own bed in the upper-floor bedroom and got ready to watch. "Good things come to those who wait, I guess."

Alan and Katherine were out of their clothes in record time. "They sure do," said Katherine. "Such as this." She held her brother's long shaft in both hands. "Is it just me, or is this thing growing longer every time I see it?" she asked, half seriously.

"I know one way to find out," he replied. He quickly straddled his sister, who lay stretched out on the bed. Then he slowly lowered himself directly into her slit.

"Kim, this is all I ever need," Katherine said.

Alan bounced up and down on her while pistoning his hot meat in and out.

"I'm not kidding when I said I want to be his fuck toy. You've got to try it! Big Stick Brother, give me all you've got! Do me all day long!"

Since Alan had recently bought and read a few books on the art of lovemaking, he wanted to try some new techniques. But there would be enough time to try many of those later in the day. He started simply by churning and rotating his hips, which was something all the books recommended.

Katherine absolutely loved his improved technique, letting him know it by her moans and shrieks.

But he was simply too worked up to stick with that style for long. He fell onto her and started pumping up and down, as if he were doing push-ups with her underneath. He rapidly built up a jackhammer motion, and soon it seemed like he would nail his sister right through the mattress.

She'd loved what he was doing before, but she loved this just as much. Between thrusts, she shouted things like "More!" "Harder!" "Push!" "Fuck!" and "Yes!"

Within minutes, he sprayed his cum deep inside his sister's tight pussy, after which they collapsed into a sweaty, happy heap.

Kim looked upon them in wonder. She'd never seen such a fast and passionate fuck, even in the movies.

But he was just getting warmed up. His dick recovered, springing back into action almost instantly. His sister lay motionless as if she'd just been slain by his pussy pleaser, while he sat up and began to gently stroke his revived hard-on. "Okay, Kim," he said, "it's your turn now. Who will it be first? Me or my sister?"

"Sorry, Katherine," Kim said, as she got up from the chair next to them, where she had been masturbating, completely naked. The sex between Alan and Katherine had ended before she'd had a chance to get off. "I've been with a lot of women, but never a man, and this is my golden opportunity to give it a try. Besides, I've got to get some of what you just got!" She hopped onto her bed and commanded Katherine, "Roll over and make some room."

The bed wasn't very big, but Katherine rolled over towards the edge. Kim took her place under Alan. She expected the same fast, pounding treatment that he'd just given his sister. But she was quite anxious about her first time having sex with a male lover, so she closed her eyes and tensed up. To encourage him she said, "Okay, let's see if you really can drive a hole through the bed this time."

But he was in a different mood now and saw through her false bravado, which was in conflict with her obvious body language. He realized it would be better if he could put her at ease, so he said, "Let's work up to that. But first, let me be gentle, especially since this is your first time."

His body covered hers completely, since he was so much taller than the diminutive girl. He began kissing her on the mouth while running his hands over her boobs and upper torso.

At first, Kim didn't know how to respond. It had been a long time since she'd made out with a boy and she'd never really gone past first base with any of them. Alan treated her gently and kissed her ears and neck and licked her lips. She had hang-ups about a male treating her like that, but she didn't want to disappoint him so she closed her eyes and decided to pretend he was a woman.

Her body started to respond much better as she grew more comfortable with his foreplay. For a while it wasn't that hard for her to imagine that he was just a flat-chested woman since, although he was fairly muscular, he had virtually no hair on his chest. Also, his cock remained below her crotch, between her legs, since he was so much taller than she was, allowing her to maintain the illusion for the moment.

It seemed to her like his hands were all over her. She began to mentally count hands and decided that there were too many. Oh yeah, Katherine! She's getting in on the action too!

Katherine had wanted to leave the two of them alone for their first time together, but just couldn't resist the urge to join in their play.

Kim had had a lot of sex for someone her age, but she'd never been sexually involved with two other people before (other than when the three of them were together in the supply closet).

While Alan's hands stayed around Kim's upper body, Katherine mostly focused on Kim's flanks. Then her hands moved to Kim's pussy, where her fingers prepared the way for Alan's dick. She put one, then two, and finally three fingers into Kim's tunnel.

Soon Kim was more than moist; she was flowing like a raging river.

As if by prearranged signal, Katherine pulled her fingers away and Alan scooted up so that Kim's face now met the bottom of his neck.

Although Katherine had insisted that all her fucks be bareback, Kim had made no such request, so Alan had slipped on a condom when Kim first joined them on the bed. "Are you ready? Here it comes..." he said as he slid his dick into her waiting, wet hole. He was surprisingly calm about it - to fuck Kim was far less of an emotional shock for him than to fuck Katherine. She was so wet that he slid in very easily, with almost no resistance until the end.

By some definitions, Kim was technically a virgin, since no man had entered her vagina before, but the way had been cleared by countless dildos of both the strap-on and hand-held variety. So the feeling of her cunt being deeply filled was not completely alien to her. But Kim quickly realized that no dildo, however fancy, could compare to a real flesh-and-blood penis. The body heat alone from Alan's erection was enough to send shivers of excitement down her spine.

I really like it, she thought with surprise. I like it a lot! As Alan thrust in and out at an increasing pace, she quickly responded by bucking her hips up at him in expert fashion, building on all her experience with female partners who had worn a strap-on. A fake cock is good. But the real thing is so much better, so warm, so alive!

"Alan, fuck me!" she declared.

"I am already!" he replied, somewhat amused.

"But more! Harder! Faster! Like you did to Katherine just now. Really DO me. Nail me! Break me! Fuck! Fuck me now! Impale! Impale me! Cut a hole right through me! NOW!"

Alan turned on his pistoning motion and hammered her for all he was worth, similar to what he'd done to his sister some minutes earlier. Fucking with a condom felt different, but all-in-all he didn't find it as horrible as some people said. For one thing, endurance was a very important goal for him and he could tell right away that the condom would help him last longer since being sheathed reduced his sensitivity. He was especially keen on doing his best with Kim; like many males he wanted to induce a lesbian to become somewhat bi.

Katherine backed off and just stared in wonder as Alan rammed Kim like a steam engine that had spun out of control. God, that's so HOT! That must be what we looked like to her. No wonder she wanted to try him.

Katherine realized that she was becoming jealous. She thought, It doesn't matter, because I'm burning even hotter with PURE LUST! She found herself playing aggressively with her own pussy and clit as she watched.

Once Kim really got into it, Alan rolled them over so that she was on top and could control the action. This caused her to slam down on him even harder, positioning herself so that her clit was stimulated on every stroke.

Katherine thought that was really hot. She yelled, "Ride em, cowgirl!" and reached behind Kim to start fingering around her anus.

Some of Kim's lesbian lovers had played with her ass before, so being stimulated by Katherine made it even easier for Kim to fantasize that she was with a woman, even though at the same time she was loving the feel of Alan's cock and his muscular chest. Soon both she and Alan were screaming at the top of their lungs: "Fuck!" "God!" "Yes!" "Hard!"

Just when Kim thought it couldn't get any better, Katherine stuck two fingers up Kim's anus. That made Kim yelp in surprise and painful protest.

Katherine actually had no idea what she was doing with that move, and she hadn't known to lubricate her finger first. She was just trying to be spontaneous and inspired. As a result of the lack of lubrication, it didn't exactly feel good to Kim, whose cry was one of complaint.

That yelp caused Katherine to remove her finger lest she ruin the moment. She thought (mistakenly) that Kim had an aversion to anal penetration, so she tried to make up for her intrusion by caressing and teasing Kim's other erogenous zones, while simultaneously continuing to stimulate her own clit.

With Katherine's help, Alan had reduced Kim to a quivering mass of jelly by the time he spent his seed deep inside her.

After that, the three of them just rested for a few minutes.

Alan was sweaty and exhausted after two such frantic fucks in close succession. "Okay ladies," he said as he finally got off the bed, "all this happy sex makes me thirsty. I'm gonna get a drink of water. I'll leave you two to play for a bit."

"Alan!" Kim shouted, grabbing his attention just before he walked out of the room. She too was starting to come back to life, at least a bit. "That was ... really good."

"Thanks," he said bashfully as he paused at the door.

"Really, I'm serious. You're, like, rocking my world. I'm seriously reconsidering my choice of sexual orientation at this very moment. That excellent fucking makes me a bisexual at least."

Katherine rolled over onto Kim and started kissing her. "Let's see if I can get you reclassified as a lesbian." She kissed again. "After all, it's mostly thanks to you that I discovered the pleasures of women. And I have so much more to learn."

The two went at it with a passion while Alan took a break and cooled off, leaving to flush the used condom down the toilet. Then he went to Kim's kitchen, looking for a snack. There he found some tortilla chips, salsa and a pomegranate.

Chapter 8

After Alan joined in again, they worked on ways to better get everyone involved and pleasured at the same time. The rest of the afternoon was a blur of tangled flesh.

After a while, Alan lost track of who did what to whom and when. Generally, he stayed in the middle and the two females came at him from both sides. After he'd had an orgasm, he would move out of the way to lend a hand here or there, and let the two women go at it until he was ready for another round. He did all he could to delay orgasm, and as a result he stayed erect and involved for quite a long time.

He was surprised at his growing prowess. His sexual stamina and libido seemed to increase steadily every day. Having six or more orgasms a day is like training to run or something, he figured. At first you can only run a short distance, but each time it gets a little bit easier, and before long you can just keep going and going. I've come so far in just a few weeks, from when just touching my dick while thinking of Aunt Suzy or Mom made me cum instantly.

In addition, Kim and Katherine spent a lot of time eating out each other's pussy. There was rarely a clit without a finger to rub it, or a hole without a tongue, finger or penis in it. But Alan's dick was in greatest demand: when it wasn't deep in one of the women, usually there was a hand or mouth around it to milk it.

Kim was eager to suck Alan off, "Finishing what I started before we were all so rudely interrupted," as she put it while recalling the day they'd nearly been caught by Mr. Jackson. It turned out she enjoyed sucking Alan's dick until he ejaculated as much as everyone else who'd tried it, which meant she enjoyed it quite a lot. Of course, his delicious cum was a big reason for that.

His penis was in such demand that at times Kim and Katherine argued, and even physically tussled with each other, over who got access to it next.

Being with two women was a huge boost for his ego: when they weren't fighting over his dick, they praised him and it to the high heavens.

Katherine would cry things like, "Big Hammer Brother, stick your twat tamer in me now, or I'm gonna die!" It was over the top, but all in good fun.

She had a real fetish for being called a "fuck toy," and kept referring to herself by that term. She also really got off on the idea of her brother making her pregnant, even though she was using protection. So it wasn't unusual for her to shout things like "Knock me up! Fill your fuck toy with your babymakers!"

Alan liked such talk, if only because it showed how much she was enjoying things, but he didn't say anything to encourage her fetishes.

Kim wasn't quite as colorful with her language, but her tone was equally enthusiastic. For instance, while he was fucking Katherine, Kim imagined she was the one being fucked as she cried out, "Alan, do me! Do me! Please! Fuck me forever! Just fucking stick it in me and fuck me good!" She spoke like that because they had such a fun anything-goes vibe, as well as a competitive one.

As much as Alan enjoyed Kim, he enjoyed his sister even more, so he mostly kept his thick shaft on or in her. Kim understood she couldn't compete with sibling lust, not to mention the fact that Katherine had a more mature and voluptuous body. She was happy just to be included at all.

Their competition led to them praising him so excessively that he actually felt the need to complain. "You guys are overdoing it. Quit stroking my ego so much."

"Okay!" Katherine replied quickly. "Kim, what say we stroke his pussy stretcher some more instead?"

"You're a mind-reader," Kim answered, leading to all of them giggling. Within seconds there were four hands on his flaccid penis. It was hard in a minute, after which Katherine wasted no time in impaling herself on it again.

There was a lot of fucking, but at the same time Alan realized that they had only begun to explore the possibilities of sex. Things like anal sex or strap-on dildos hadn't been tried at all. After his experience with Glory, he wished that the two girls knew how to deep throat him too, but he knew they would need some time to work up to that.

In the frenzy of the moment Alan forgot to try out most of his book-learned new techniques, and even forgot to carry out Akami's "homework assignment" to practice titfucking. Since intercourse itself was new to him and Kat, they were more than happy to just keep fucking as much as their bodies could manage.

There's still a lot of time for titfucks before I see Akami again next Friday, Alan consoled himself later. And so many opportunities to practice, heh-heh!

Just like the first time at Kim's, they definitely overdid it. By the time they were done, all three were so sore they figured they wouldn't be able to have sex again for days.

Alan ended up cumming no less than four times, and he failed to make it five only because his penis couldn't take any more. He had fucked both Katherine and Kim to start. Kim had blown him for the next load, and after they had all tried many different positions, Katherine had sucked him to another climax to get her treat too. He hoped and prayed he wouldn't have to pee anytime soon; he figured it would be excruciatingly painful.

As they all lay on the wet and messy bed sheets and gathered strength to leave, the siblings probed Kim's feelings towards men a bit further.

"So Kim," said Katherine, "you can't tell me now that you don't enjoy sex with a man. Why is it you think you've never had a boyfriend?"

"That's not exactly true," Kim pointed out. "I started out with guys, 'cos, you know, that's what you're supposed to do. But it seemed like they were all jerks. I never went any further than kissing and some groping through T-shirts, that kind of thing. Talk about ham-handed oafs!" she recalled with a shudder. "Even after I started going out with girls, I went out with a guy occasionally so I could keep up the pretense with my mom and get on the cheerleader squad and stuff."

She sighed. "I don't know. No offense, Alan - a good penis is quite nice - but all guys are jerks. I don't think I was, like, a naturally-born lesbian. I've got some deep issues with men: Freudian shit. Maybe I'm mad at guys because of my father. He left my Mom and me when I was young and really devastated us both. She let herself go and has never really recovered. That, plus, let's face it, women are a hell of a lot more attractive than men to look at."

"Wow," said Katherine. "But you don't blame Alan for the sins of your father, do you?"

"No, I guess not. Alan, you're pretty cool. Being with you today started off weird and I even had to close my eyes for a while, but before long it was okay. You're not like most of the guys in my classes, you know, the stupid jocks who could get tips from a Neanderthal on what foreplay means. Or even how to be polite or make conversation. I wish I was in the gifted classes like you two. Maybe I'd have a better attitude about guys."

"Well," Alan piped up, "you know me now, so I have to stand up for the men. I want to prove to you that not all guys are jerks. We don't just have to meet here in your house twice a week. We can, you know, be friends in school and stuff, if you want to. In fact, thanks to Mr. Jackson I think, there's already a rumor going around that we're boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Yeah, I'd like that," said Kim with a smile. "You're gonna ruin my dyke reputation, though! ... I think I could get into swinging both ways, but I'm still in no hurry to have a boyfriend and all the baggage that comes with that. I don't need a girlfriend either, now that I have you two. I don't mind, though, if we stoke that rumor a bit," she said playfully. "We can kind of stoke and stroke at the same time," she giggled.

For a while they lay naked on the bed, lost in thought, feeling like slugs. Except that slugs don't have sore privates.

There were more kisses all around as Alan and Katherine said goodbye to Kim at her door.

But they weren't done. To everyone's surprise, Alan got hard once more from all the kissing and decided to do something about it. He took Kim over to a coffee table in the living room, stripped them both naked, and fucked her right there to his fifth climax of the afternoon.

Katherine was so worn out she didn't even have the energy to frig herself as she watched. "Talk about insatiable!" she remarked once the other two were finally done. "Kim, can you believe how lucky I am to have him as a brother, with his bedroom right across the hall from mine?"

Kim licked her lips as she answered, "I know. I wish I was you."

"It's not all wine and roses, yet, though," Katherine complained. "Alan's dick is hard, like ALL the time! And he's not wearing underwear at home much these days, so you can like totally see everything. Bulge-o-rama. But I'm not allowed to touch it or do anything unless we come here. Aaaargh! So frustrating. We'll all be sitting there at the dinner table and I'll want him to just sweep away all the plates so I can lie down and have him fuck me right there, but nooooOOOoooo. He seems to think that's 'not prudent.'"

They chuckled.

She added, "My dad might think something was up with that, though he's so clueless I sincerely doubt it."

Alan actually had to carry Katherine back to the car. She'd been the main target of both Kim and Alan for the whole afternoon, and was literally too fucked to walk (though she did ham up how much she ached just so he would carry her). She had never "hurt so good."

"That was great, Kim!" Alan said as he waved to her from the driver's seat of the car. "See you here on Thursday."

Kim, dressed in only a towel as she stood at the front door, waved back and blew him a kiss.

Katherine, slumped down in her seat with all the strength of a pile of Jell-O, groaned at the reminder. "Thursday? Oh fuck! Big Diamond-hard-dicked Brother, you're trying to kill me!"

She reveled in the opportunity to call him "Big Brother" names since they were in a secure location, and she'd done it all afternoon long. "Gaawwwd. One more of these afternoons at Kim's will finish me off altogether." She closed her eyes, ready to drop off to sleep in an instant.

"Me, too, Sis. If we're gonna die, it's a good way to go." He cradled her head in his hands.

"I love you, Brother," she purred as she slowly lost consciousness.

"I love you, Sis." Tears of happiness leaked from his eyes after he heard her words. He wasn't just happy at the great sex, but he truly felt a sense of oneness with his sister, a deep unity he'd never felt with anyone before.

Chapter 9

When Alan got home, he was surprised to find the house empty. Susan was nowhere to be seen. She'd left a note for Alan and Katherine saying that she and Ron were out. It included instructions on what the two kids should make for dinner.

Alan took a long nap. He was tired enough on a typical day, but after his hours of fucking two energetic cheerleaders he felt like he might sleep until the next morning. In fact, it had taken been a major struggle just to stay awake long enough to drive home.

Even after he awoke and put on some clothes, he found that he was still the only one in the house.

However, it didn't stay that way for long; Suzanne arrived mere minutes after he had sat down at the dining room table to read a book. More and more of her wardrobe was migrating into Susan's bedroom, so she went up there and changed into a sexy, but not overwhelmingly sexy, outfit.

Alan was a bit worried, because he thought for sure that Suzanne would be up for some hanky-panky, but how could he explain that his dick was hopelessly flaccid? He certainly didn't want to have to admit that he'd spent most of the afternoon having sex with his sister and another cheerleader.

However, it turned out the issue didn't surface immediately because the first thing that Suzanne said when she came back downstairs was, "Sweetie, bad news. I'm afraid your mother had another of her prudish relapses this morning."

He put down the book while she was pulling up a chair to sit next to him. "Oh no. I guess things went too far last night?"

Suzanne laughed. "You could say that again! To be honest, it was a lot more than I'd expected or wanted, especially at the end there when she blew you. But events have a certain momentum of their own. Unfortunately, today she was about as distraught as I've ever seen her. She was devastated that she'd had oral sex with you on what she called her husband's bed while he's still in town. To give you a sense of her mindset, she kept calling your cum 'the demon seed.'"

"Wow. That's bad."

"You don't know the half of it. It was all fire and brimstone and going to Hell this and going to Hell that. Luckily, we met first thing in the morning, so she and I talked and talked until I managed to ease her concerns quite a bit, but at a price. She needed someone to blame for what happened, and could either blame me, you, herself, or some combination. Honestly, I pretty much pushed her into it, and the last thing she needs is to feel worse about herself, so I took most of the blame. I parceled some out to you too. So she's pretty mad at both of us. That's the main reason I came over here, to warn you."

"Oh well, thanks for doing your best. What does it all mean though?"

"At first she was determined to go completely cold turkey and never help you again. But that didn't last long. I think she realizes deep down that that's not possible. So then she vowed to avoid touching your penis until Ron leaves. I don't know if she'll manage to hold out that long, but in any case I think it's best that you and I cool it for a day or so."

Actually, Suzanne was exaggerating somewhat for effect. The basic facts of her story were true, but she was leaving out how quickly Susan had gotten horny again and then changed her tune. She didn't want Alan to be overconfident.

He said, "Dang. That sucks. I gotta say it bums me out most of all to hear she's that upset. She's been such a wonderful mom that she should never be unhappy. I wish she- Hey! If you just came over here to tell me bad news, then why are you dressed in a heart-attack outfit? Meaning one designed to give me a heart attack."

Suzanne grinned. "I don't know what you mean. These are just my hanging-around-the-house clothes." She pulled her chair back so he could get a good look at her from head to toe.

"'Hanging-around-the-house clothes'?! Are you nuts?! I'm having a mental orgasm just looking at you, and it's making it seriously tough to concentrate."

"Look," she said as she kicked a leg forward. She let one of her shoes come loose and dangled it precariously, using just her toes to wiggle it around. "These are only two-inch heels. If I was expecting to feel your cock tickle my tonsils in a couple of minutes, I'd be wearing three-inch heels at least, and probably four-inchers. That's as high as I go, though. Five inches is self-****; that's just too high."

He looked her over with great interest. Admittedly, she was publicly semi-presentable when standing, even though her lacy black top exposed all of her cleavage and a good deal of her midriff. In addition, her black leather miniskirt didn't quite reach down to the top of her dark stockings, leaving a tantalizing stripe of pale skin between them.

Her miniskirt rode up her thighs when she sat, especially when she kicked a leg up and kept it there dangling in the air as she was doing at the moment. Also, thanks to the 'no underwear' rule, she was flashing her labia whenever she opened her legs, which was quite often.

He just rolled his eyes in frustration. "If those are your hanging-around-the-house clothes, I'm afraid to see what you'd look like all dressed up to seduce someone. But I digress. Wait. Why would you wear high heels if you want to give me a blowjob?"

"Because you love 'em! They make you extremely horny!"

"I do? ... I guess you're right; they do."

She rolled her eyes. "That's what I call a non-denial denial. Look. Tell me this doesn't turn you on." She kicked her leg up even higher still, so it was as high as her head. Not many women of any age could perform such a feat; it showed just how limber she was. She pointed the toe of the foot with the dangling shoe this way and that, as if trying to draw attention to it.

Then with one leg up so high, she spread her other leg wide, totally exposing her pussy to his view.

He laughed. "It's a good thing you're here just to talk, and not to get me all horny."

"Oops." She brought her leg back down, then brought the two together, after which they both had a good chuckle.

Alan continued in a serious vein, "Anyway, I sure do wish Mom didn't have all those hang-ups, although I can understand her feelings about cheating on Ron, even if he did cheat on her first. What did you do to patch that up?"

"I didn't. She set up a dinner, party, and dancing date with Ron for this evening. She's out right now getting a manicure and having her hair done so she'll look her best. The fact is, they haven't been connecting much at all since he arrived. She hasn't been warm to him, no doubt in large part because of the bombshell about his cheating on her that I dropped, but he hasn't made much of an effort either. So we'll see what happens. She might even feel like getting physically intimate with him to help get over her guilty feelings. I warned her strongly about not doing that before she has him checked for STDs, but who knows what'll happen. I can't control everything she does; I can only give advice and encouragement. Be warned. Maybe they'll make out or something."

Alan observed that he was having a surge of jealousy. His face hardened and he clenched his fists. Even though Susan and Ron had been married since before he was born, at this point the idea of them merely kissing on the lips was almost more than he could take.

Suzanne noticed immediately and chuckled, "Looks like someone's getting a little jealous, eh?"

"Hey, I can't help it. You know, I'd feel the same about you. Oh God! I just had a horrible thought. You're not kissing YOUR husband like that, are you? I just kind of assumed you weren't since you two have been on the outs for so long, but what if you are?!"

Suzanne was touched. She smiled with just a bit of sadness and said, "No, don't worry. Eric and I share a good-morning peck on the cheek sometimes and a good-night peck on the cheek at other times, but nothing more. To be truthful, sometimes I worry about Eric smelling your cum on me when he kisses me like that, but if he ever has he hasn't let on. I don't even know how much he'd care at this point. We're like housemates. As I'm pretty sure you already know, we sleep in separate bedrooms."

She grew wistful and stared off into the distance. "Now that I think about it, I can't even recall the last time Eric really kissed me." She didn't love him anymore, but she still felt sad over how their marriage had fallen apart.

Alan, though, was still pumped up and agitated from his jealous feelings. "Well, good! I mean, I'm sorry about your marriage and all, and I know it's horribly hypocritical of me, but I can't help the way I feel."

Suzanne refocused on him and smiled. "Don't worry. I understand how you feel. As it is, you happen to have two big-titted married babes who have dedicated themselves to pleasing you. You must be just about the luckiest kid in town, and that doesn't even count the mysterious help you seem to be getting outside the house, as Susan pointed out last night."

Alan looked abashed. "Well, you see..."

"Don't worry. I really don't mind. We'll talk about that another time. Having to share you is just a necessary by-product of the intense medical treatment required to cure your tiredness problem."

Alan was certain that, after his workout with Katherine and Kim, it would be at least a couple of hours before he could get hard again. However, as soon as Suzanne said "You happen to have two big-titted married babes who have dedicated themselves to pleasing you," his dick came back to life. The fact that he'd been able to nap for over an hour helped quite a bit.

Suzanne noticed his engorged state at once. So as she said "Speaking of which, how'd you do today?", her foot started to wander forward and up his leg.

"Good. Very good. I'll make six today no problem." He certainly felt her foot, but tried not to show it. He joked, "More checkmarks on my chart from that mysterious outside-the-house help."

Suzanne raised her eyebrows. "Hmmm. Now I am getting jealous. Susan's right; you really are becoming quite the stud around town, aren't you? Before long, it's gonna be difficult for you to squeeze me in, or should I say squeeze you into me?" Her foot rose higher and found its way to his crotch. She began circling the bulge in his shorts with the toe of her shoe.

Alan found himself growing increasingly aroused, but he was concerned that his mother might come home and didn't want to upset her any further. He said, "Um, that feels good, but didn't you say that you and I should cool it for a day or two at least?"

Suzanne frowned while her foot kept exploring. "I did say that, didn't I? Well, Susan's not home, so what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Besides, I'm not doing anything; these are what I call my 'evil shoes.' They have a mind of their own and they're up to no good, as usual."

Alan laughed before standing up to get away from the 'evil shoes.'

However, they rose with him and kept sliding over his bulge.

He said, "We'd better stop before your 'evil shoes' get carried away too much." However, his resolve wasn't that strong, so he found himself staring between her legs where her cunt was again presenting him with a lewd, wide-open display. "Um, be careful what you're showing there. We're kind of in an exposed location."

She purred, "Yes, we are. Isn't it exciting?"

His heart was thumping hard but he tried not to let it show. "Are the 'evil shoes' causing that too?"

She sighed theatrically. "Unfortunately, yes. The power and reach of the 'evil shoes' knows no bounds. I didn't even want to wear them today, but they made me." She grinned and winked.

Alan was extremely frustrated because, although he was very aroused mentally and growing more so every minute that he let Suzanne charm him with her bag of sexy tricks, his penis still had problems. He said, "Aunt Suzy, I can't believe I'm saying this ... You're sexy as hell, but I'm not really feeling that now is the time for fun. Do you know what I mean? I keep thinking of Mom. What if she were to walk in on us?"

Suzanne wave a hand dismissively. "Pshaw. I can hear your garage door from a mile away. Even if I were bare-ass naked, slurping and slobbering heartily all over your cock, I'd manage to make myself presentable in time."

He gulped at the thought of that highly thrilling prospect, but still he remained worried. "Even so ... I'm also thinking how angry she must be at me."

Suzanne finally pulled her foot back, allowing him to sit back down. She even closed her legs - most of the way. She could tell she needed to address his concerns before he would get really frisky. "Well, truth be told, she's mostly angry at me and at herself. Even when she gets in one of her moods, she's so taken by you that she figures the boy with the golden penis can do no wrong. In fact, for all my efforts to redirect the blame to you and mostly to me, she wants to take all the burden of what she's done on her own shoulders. I'd like to level with her more honestly and tell her just how much I've been steering events, but if I did that, her future sexual progress would be much slower and way more difficult. Sometimes a little deception can be a good thing."

He raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Yeah, we've heard that from you before. But I do believe you care and think this is for the best. So what do we do now? For one thing, how should I deal with her next time I see her? You know I don't want to plot, but this isn't plotting. It's just figuring out how to get her out of her funk."

The two of them talked for quite a while about Susan. Every now and then, Suzanne's 'evil shoes' would wander up his legs and get a little frisky, but not too frisky: just enough to keep him interested.