Join Together: Part 4

CHAPTER 10

Katherine was slightly sore from her extensive fucking, but nevertheless she still found the energy to help Amy shave her pussy. It had just been shaved the day before yesterday, but Katherine noted, "You can never be too careful about these things." In fact, they were now shaving each other's pussies every day almost without fail.

Katherine was feeling highly sexed lately. Since, for the time being, she could only be with Alan a couple of times a week (at their S-Club meetings), she consoled herself by mutually getting off with Amy.

They stopped by Alan's room and asked if he wanted to join in, but he declined.

Even though the two girls had never discussed it, they were both aware that their 'checking for bumps' was just a pretense, so Katherine didn't have to restrain herself. Amy was game for whatever Katherine wanted to do sexually, to the point that they were both having fun coming up with excuses to innocently 'explain' why they were doing something so sexual.

For instance, Katherine had a further chance to note Amy's "fluid leakage problem." As Katherine later told Alan, she'd discovered that twisting Amy's nipples added to Amy's leakage dilemma, especially when she fingered Amy's G-spot at the same time. Their only real problem was that they had to be careful that they didn't make too much noise.

Susan assumed the two girls were spending their time in the bathroom doing "girl stuff" with makeup and what not, so with the doors locked they didn't have to worry about being found out. But since their cries of ecstasy could give the game away, they were careful to climax very quietly.

After Amy left, Katherine knocked on Alan's door, then simply went in.

He was in the middle of reading a textbook, but he put it down.

Eschewing preliminary small talk, she said, "So, I noticed you didn't want to help out with Aims tonight."

"Nah." He stared off into space, looking thoughtful.

"Wanna talk about it?" She sat on the edge of his bed.

He sighed. "I dunno. ... I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything. I'm living a dream. But even in a dream, sometimes a guy needs a rest."

She smiled reassuringly. "I understand. That's why I came in here fully clothed. You were pretty pooped at the end of the Service Alan Club, and your expression since then hasn't really changed."

He grimaced. "Do you really have to call it that?"

"Yes!" she giggled.

He rolled his eyes.

She asked, "But is that all it is? With Amy, I mean?"

He pondered that before replying, "I guess... I guess I'm a young guy, and I'm pretty much controlled by my libido. When I have a chance to play with Aims, I can't turn her down. But during the times I don't have a hard-on-"

She interrupted him with a mock gasp. "Does that really happen? I've heard rumors about that happening once or twice, back in the Early Renaissance perhaps, but I have yet to see it with my own eyes."

He made a face at her and lifted his textbook, pretending he wanted to hit her with it. "Very funny."

"Sorry. You were saying?"

He continued, "When I'm not aroused, I kind of wonder if what we're doing with Aims is right. I mean, it's fun, but isn't there kind of a mean tinge to it? And she's practically been a sister to us since forever. I haven't been as close to her in recent years as we used to be, but she's still a really good friend. It doesn't seem right to trick her."

Katherine said, "I've thought a lot about that, but I think you're wrong. Look at Mom. There's all kinds of deception going on there. Aunt Suzy's deceiving her, she's deceiving herself, and we're deceiving her too. For instance, we're not telling her that we're fucking. But look how HAPPY she is! Yeah, she has these times when she kind of backslides and feels bad. I take it she's in one of those moods tonight, since she's been hanging out by herself in her room. But overall, she's like a new person! And most of the time she's so jubilant that just being around her makes me totally psyched too. Isn't it all worth it? Over time, her lingering issues will fade away, and then this house'll REALLY rock!"

"Yeah, I can see that. That's why sometimes I look into my soul for the guilt, but I don't find any. I kinda wonder why not, but I think it's because it all feels so right. Like what you and I are doing. It just feels so good and right! It deepens our love for each other. I could never imagine going back!"

She reached out for his hand and squeezed it. "Same here. I love you, big time, Big Brother. But getting back to Amy, it's the same thing. Yeah, maybe it started out like we were taking advantage of her, but things are changing already. You should join our next session and see. She and I are having sexy fun, and we don't need any pretense anymore. We joke about the whole 'checking for bumps' thing. And in time it'll only get better. Haven't you seen how she and I kiss and stuff? She knows it's totally sexual, and she loves it!"

He squeezed her hand. "I'm glad to hear that. But I still feel a bit uneasy. Maybe I'm getting so supersaturated with all this sex every day that my conscience is starting to reassert itself a little bit."

She pretended horror. "Oh no! We can't have that!" She snatched his textbook from him and held it like a flyswatter. "Where's that pesky conscience thing? I'm gonna tan its hide and teach it its place!" She waved the book around menacingly.

He reached out and gave her a hug. "Thanks for the talk. I feel better. And thanks for giving me some space. I really needed it."

She winked at him. "But of course! That's what us number-one-fuck-toy sisters do!" Deliberately sounding like a hawker in a commercial, she joked, "Not only are we number one in sales, we're number one in customer satisfaction! Plus, we're recommended by four out of five dentists for their patients who chew gum."

They both had a good laugh while he ruffled her hair endearingly. "Sis, you're the greatest."

They kissed for a little while, but it was a loving and bonding kiss, not a horny one.

After the kiss, he said, "Sis, you know I love you, and I'm psyched that you love me so much too, but I don't know if this whole 'fuck toy' thing is healthy. And I'm not talking about for you, 'cos you'll argue that until the room runs out of air. I'm talking about for me. I mean, the way you and Kim were fawning over me today... Sure, I loved it. But I can feel it going to my head already. That's gonna turn me into a real asshole before long."

Katherine asked with worry, "What do you want me to do?"

"Just cut back on the fawning, okay? I love that you want to be my fuck toy, but also that you're an uppity fuck toy. I guess what I'm saying is, be more uppity. Be more demanding. You know what I mean?"

She smiled; she could live with that. "I do. And I'm gonna start by calling myself your number one fuck toy even MORE!"

He protested "But Sis!"

"Hey, you said be more uppity. I'm doing what I want, and that's what I want."

He shook his head in frustration.

She smiled. "Don't worry. I'm just yanking your chain. I know what you mean, and I'm gonna help. Less fawning. Keep it real."

His face brightened. "Exactly! 'Keep it real.' I like the sound of that. I mean, let's have wild, crazy monkey sex all the time. Most definitely! But we can do that and keep it real too. You don't have to call it a 'Service Alan Club' and treat me like I'm some kind of demigod or something. I feel like that's creating bad karma. Hubris and all that. I'm just your same ol' brother after all, right?"

"Right."

She said that to placate him, but she didn't really mean it. She realized that she'd have to be careful not to make the fawning too overt, but she knew she'd never been happier than when she was serving him sexually, and she wasn't about to stop. Unlike Susan, she knew what she wanted and she didn't have any moral qualms or second thoughts about it.

CHAPTER 11

Susan was in a bad mood, and she'd been in one most of the day.

As had become the pattern, Suzanne had spent her morning workout time with Susan to successfully convince the formerly repressed mother that she didn't need to feel guilty about her morning cocksucking, or about anything else she might do with her son. But Suzanne eventually had to leave, and with Susan spending most of the day by herself she slowly went into another sexual relapse.

Even so, had Alan come home directly after school, chances were good she would have been on her knees between his legs in a matter of minutes. But because he hadn't, she'd grown increasingly depressed. The very extent of her disappointment convinced her that she needed a break to put things into perspective. Thus, by the time he did come home, she was dressed rather conservatively, although she still adhered to the house rule of no panties or bra. She was wearing such clothes largely so that he would order her to dress more sexily. Subconsciously, she really wanted him to "****" her to do all kinds of sexual things to and with him.

Unfortunately, by the time he got home he was too exhausted to start anything with her. He was also confused by her mixed signals. He went straight to his room to chill out.

As a result, Susan ended up feeling even more disappointed and regretful, both about her "fate" of being "****" to sexually serve her son and that she hadn't chosen a sexier outfit so he would want her to serve him right away.

Suzanne came over shortly after Alan returned home. She noticed Susan's mood right away. After some cajoling, she got her to confess what was bothering her.

Susan complained, "I don't know what I want. I keep flipping like a switch. There are times I feel bad. I'm letting sex take over my entire life. It's gone far beyond just helping Tiger with his medical problem. I've started calling myself one of his personal cocksuckers, and I think of myself that way now too! I spend half of the day thinking about his penis and whether it's being taken care of properly, and if it's not, when I can take care of it. It's not right!"

Suzanne was sitting right next to Susan on a living room sofa. She had an arm around her back, and rubbed her soothingly. "I don't see what's so bad about it. That's how I am too. I'm one of his personal cocksuckers too, so his cock is on my mind most of the time, just like you. That's what it means to be a personal cocksucker."

"Really?! You feel that way too?" She looked at Suzanne uncertainly.

"Of course." Actually, Suzanne was exaggerating for effect, knowing what Susan wanted to hear. But there was a lot of truth there too.

Susan grumbled, "Well, one thing that bothers me is that if I'm going to be so focused on his penis, at least I should end up sucking it more often. I thought that once Ron left, I'd be naked and kneeling much more often. **** and gagging on his thick meat at least three or four times a day. Maybe more! But that hasn't happened yet. How does the saying go? If you're gonna do the time, you might as well commit the crime? Something like that."

Suzanne gave her a comforting squeeze. "I understand how you feel. I want him more too."

Susan spoke with extra passion. "I mean, why can't we just have a quiet evening for once, where he spends an hour or two watching TV, and then another hour or two doing his homework? And I could be right there lying on the sofa over his leg, or in between his legs, happily bobbing and slurping all the while. When I get tired, that's what titfucks and handjobs are for. I really want to explore this whole new titfucking thing! That's such an exciting new vista!"

Suzanne grinned at Susan's enthusiasm. "Don't worry, there will be evenings like that. And yes, you're going to looooove titfucking. But remember that being the personal cocksucker to a man like him is both a blessing and a curse. He can only cum so many times a day, and he needs great variety. So... sometimes you need to wait."

"I know. Don't remind me," Susan grumbled.

"In fact... I hate to bring this up after what you've been saying, but the reason I came over now is to help you with dinner. Remember, Brenda's coming over to eat with us tonight. Eric and Brad went to some stupid sporting event, so I can be with you the whole time."

Susan let out a low, unhappy growl. "UUUUGH! Great. Just great. I need more competition from her like I need another hole in my head. Is there any way we can get out of this?"

Suzanne tried to soothe her with more back rubbing. "You're the one who set it up in the first place. It's too late to back out now. Besides, don't forget that she knows the **** secret."

Susan groaned again, but with more resignation. "I know, I know. That's awfully convenient, again. He gets what he wants. But what about me? Where is this all heading? Am I fated to be his personal cocksucker forever, bobbing on his cock every day for years and years to come?"

Suzanne spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, yet also registering surprise, as if she didn't understand why Susan would ask such an obvious question. "Why, yes. Of course! What else? And it's not just cocksucking. You focus on that because it's your favorite part. As you like to say, Tiger is the man of the house now. That's doubly so with Ron back in Thailand. In fact, Ron may well never live or even visit this house again."

Susan nodded in contemplation. "That's very possible."

"So if your Tiger is man of the house, you're much more than just one of his personal cocksuckers. If he's the man of the house, doesn't that mean he effectively owns everything in the house, including you? Including Angel?"

Susan gasped. "I... I suppose so! But, but... what does that mean?!"

"It means that you have to serve him to your fullest. Like he's your husband, only much more so. We can start tonight. If he wants to fuck Brenda, and of course he does, then you need to help make that happen. You were doing really well there with her for a while. Remember the nude photos you took and all your clever scheming? What happened?"

Susan said glumly, "I don't know. When I'm having a bad day like this, everything looks different. I wish I could have a... never mind."

"What? A nice long cocksucking?"

Susan nodded shyly. "You see? I love it too much. And it makes me jealous."

"No, that enthusiasm is very good. Why don't we start with cooking dinner together. Then, if we finish and Brenda's still not here, and Sweetie is up for it, well, let's just say you'll need to limber up your jaw."

Susan's mood transformed. She got up and went to the kitchen with vim and vigor.

Susan and Suzanne proceeded to whip up an impressive dinner of stroganoff, couscous, and pumpkin pie in record time. Susan's eye was on the clock, because she knew that Brenda was due at seven o'clock and she was likely to be on time. So any time prior to that could be her special personal time with her face in Alan's crotch.

As they cooked, they also discussed how to handle Brenda's visit. Alan had previously complained that he didn't want everything with Brenda to be carefully stage-managed behind his back, so they agreed to let him take the lead and direct the flow of the evening. But they also came up with some special events that they might or might not put into play.

The more they talked, the more Susan's enthusiasm to assist with Brenda's seduction returned and even grew. At times, she could get extremely frustrated at the problems of sharing him, but if someone like Suzanne could frame the situation in the right arousing terms (and she did), being "****" to share him became one of Susan's biggest turn-ons.

While the food was cooking and there wasn't much to do, Suzanne went upstairs with Susan to her bedroom and helped her pick out a sexy outfit to wear. Suzanne already had her own selected. The idea was to outdo Brenda in how revealing her outfit was, so Brenda would feel pressured to wear something even more revealing next time.

With that accomplished, Suzanne told Susan that she'd finish off the cooking herself, since there wasn't much left to do but wait anyway. Then she said, "That means you need to break the news to your Tiger that Brenda is coming to dinner. I don't think he even knows yet. To make it easier on him, I say you tell him while you're wearing these" - she pointed to Susan's prescription glasses - "and those" - she pointed to Susan's collection of high heels at the foot of her closet - "and nothing else. Oh, and if you have trouble getting the message across because your mouth is full, well, so much the better."

A beaming Susan gave Suzanne a mock salute. "Yes, ma'am!"

Suzanne walked back to the kitchen with a warm feeling in her tummy. Aaaah. I love making Susan feel good. She deserves it, after all her troubles with Ron. I know exactly what she really needs to be happy, and I'm going to make sure she gets it, in spades. Right now, she's deep into her oral phase. Soon, I'll introduce her to titfucking. That'll blow her mind even more! Then, step by step. Perhaps have him going down on her next. Then maybe anal sex, or dual blowjobs. I'm betting it won't be long before he's fucking her needy pussy, and then she'll REALLY know what it means to be happy!

— — —

Alan had tried to do his homework, but he found he couldn't get serious about it. His mind was always on sex. So by the time Susan came to his room, he was reading The Lord of the Rings instead. He knew the whole story very well already, so it didn't take much thinking, and he figured the completely different world of Middle Earth had the best chance of fully distracting him for a while.

That plan went right out the window when Susan came in wearing just her high heels. She didn't even say a word. She simply walked to where he sat in front of his computer desk, spun his desk chair to a different direction to face her, knelt between his legs, fished his penis out of his shorts, and started to suck on him.

Realizing that reading was hopeless, he kicked back with his hands behind his head, and luxuriated in her cocksucking talent. His penis had been flaccid, but quickly engorged in her mouth.

After about five minutes, when she had him truly throbbing with joy, she stopped to speak. Mindful of what Suzanne suggested earlier, she didn't pull his cock all the way of her mouth, but she craned her jaw still wider to at least be somewhat intelligible. "Bah da waah, Brendush gonnnah be commung for dinnah."

That startled him. "What did you say? Brenda is coming over for dinner?"

"Uh huh." Her lips tightened around his shaft and she resumed her intense suction.

But he put a hand on her head trying to slow her down. "Wait! Tell me more. What's she coming for? What's the plan?"

Susan tried to keep talking and sucking, but soon realized she had too much to say. So she merely licked and stroked him as she quickly explained what was happening. She only told him the basics, and emphasized that he would take the lead and everyone else would follow. She didn't clue him in about all the various developments with Brenda since the last poker party. He didn't even know about the nude photos or the photo session yet. She figured there were more enjoyable ways for him to find out.

Mostly, she just wanted to get back to full-on cocksucking, which she did.

He kept his hand on her head, since he had to frequently slow her enthusiastic efforts. He thought, I'm beginning to think Mom is kind of addicted to sucking my dick! Is that wild or what? When I think back to how prudish she used to be, not that long ago... UH! Gaawwwd! She's gonna make me cum too soon! Hnnng! DAMN, she's good!

And Brenda's coming over. Brenda! Man!

CHAPTER 12

Brenda was still highly conflicted about what she wanted and what she was willing to risk. She told herself that she was merely still in "information gathering" mode. She had two main goals in visiting the Plummer house for dinner. One was to impress Alan, so he would strongly desire her. To that end, she wore a very sexy dress that put a strong emphasis on showing off her deep, deep cleavage. The gap in front of her dress plunged down so far towards her belly button that she couldn't wear a bra with it. Her second goal was to find out more about him and everyone else in his group, in order to make a more educated decision on what she should ultimately do.

She knew that a certain amount of sexually suggestive activity and talk would take place, given what happened at the last poker party. She was determined not to object to any of it, but at the same time not let it unduly affect her. Most of all, she felt she couldn't give in to her lustful urges and lose control.

That was her plan; it lasted barely a minute.

Suzanne had apprised Katherine of the situation with Brenda not long before Brenda's arrival. Like Alan, Katherine knew the general strategy but wasn't told many details or given specific instructions. She just had enough time to rush upstairs and find something sexy and revealing to wear.

She was still changing when Brenda rang the doorbell. That left Suzanne to answer it. The stroganoff and pie were ready to go and keeping warm in the oven, so Suzanne had already changed into her own daringly sexy dress.

Suzanne and Brenda greeted each other with pleasant hugs and pecks on cheeks. After the front door was closed, Brenda looked around and asked, "Where are the others?"

Suzanne matter-of-factly replied, "Katherine is still getting dressed. She should be down shortly. Whereas, Susan will take longer. She's in Alan's room, sucking his cock."

Just like that, Brenda felt like her world was shattered into a thousand pieces. She knew that oral sex happened in the Plummer house daily, but to have Suzanne state it so plainly, as nearly the first thing out of her mouth, made her weak in the knees. She actually reached out and grabbed hold of Suzanne's shoulders to stay standing. "What?! What did you say?!"

Suzanne played dumb, pretending there was nothing to get shocked about. "I said that Susan is in Alan's room, sucking his cock. So she may not be down for a while. For one thing, you know how long it takes before he blows his load. She could be there a very, very long time indeed." She grinned knowingly. "But also, she's obviously not wearing any clothes, so it'll take a while for her to dress. She believes cocksucking is best done while only wearing high heels."

Brenda felt like the floor disappeared from beneath her feet and she was floating in space. It wasn't just the cocksucking talk; it was the details mentioned. She actually thought, Gaawwwd, it's so true! It IS best done wearing only high heels! She told me that repeatedly, and she's living it! He could be blasting a creamy load all over her fantastic naked body any time now! How am I supposed to stay calm, knowing that?!

Just then, Katherine came bounding down the stairs, looking and acting chipper while still wearing an extremely revealing outfit. "Hey, Brenda!"

Brenda looked up and nodded weakly. She was reeling so much that she felt dizzy.

Katherine gave Brenda a big hug, forcing Brenda to let go of Suzanne's shoulders. Then the ebullient girl pulled back and said, "Hey! Guess what? Did you hear my big news?"

Brenda was grateful for the change of topic. "No, what?"

"I'm a full-on cocksucker for my brother now! I was kind of doing it anyway, kind of a lot. So I guess it was inevitable: Mom walked in on me a couple of days ago when I was bobbing on my brother's fat cock. Naturally, she was pissed and made me stop. But then, just a few minutes later, she took over and spent a long, long time finishing him off. Because who can resist, am I right?" She giggled. "Since then, she gave into the inevitable, and now I'm allowed to serve him just as much as everyone else! Isn't that great?"

"Um, yeah." Brenda looked pole-axed, and felt that way too.

Katherine added in a chipper voice, "By the way, I love the miles of cleavage. You look totally slutty, but in a good way, if you know what I mean. I'm sure that'll help inspire Brother big-time."

"Er, uh, thanks." Brenda closed her eyes and turned her head in embarrassment. She was suddenly regretting the choice of her black dress, because it did indeed show off "miles of cleavage."

Katherine wasn't quite done. "Yep. Brother's gonna get a big, fat, stiff cock for sure. Then one of us will have to help him out. Wow, it might even be my turn next. Cool!"

Brenda nodded weakly. She decided she needed to sit down, and fast. She looked over to the living room and started stumbling in that direction.

Seeing her difficulty, Suzanne held her arm and guided her safely onto the near sofa. Then Suzanne and Katherine took seats near her.

Brenda stared wide-eyed between the two women. I thought I was ready for this visit, but I'm not! Shit! What happened to keeping cool? I just totally lost my shit the minute I stepped through the door!

And to make things worse, much, much worse, now I know what they mean with all this cocksucking talk! Last time I was here, that was just a theoretically arousing thing. I didn't know how it truly felt. Now, thanks to Susan's rousing tennis match talk complete with dildo in my mouth, I have some small taste of the erotic joy they must feel. Even as we speak, Susan has her lips wrapped around her son's cock! Her tongue is dancing on his sweet spot, like always, and her fingers are sliding up and down his massive shaft!

The worst part is the symbolism of it all! She's SERVING him, shamelessly! Naked and kneeling, like a good slut should. And he's towering over her, like he's her lord and master! "Lord and master!" Oh dear God, no! Not those words! He IS her master! And now he's Katherine's master too! His SISTER! And he's got his aunt Suzanne! Fuck, I'm going to faint! Is there nothing that can stop him?! He could come for ME next!

Brenda had to adjust how she sat, because she was already worried about leaking fluids onto the sofa. She was ruing her choice of clothes, and hoped the others didn't notice how her long nipples were standing up high.

Katherine continued, "Since then, Mom has been pretty cool. For instance, this morning before school, we basically tag-teamed him. I gave him a handjob and a footjob while Mom strutted around naked to help with the visual stimulation. Then she took over with a big ol' sloppy blowjob. I actually got to feed him his food while she blew him. Isn't that awesome?!"

Brenda muttered, "Um, yeah. Uh, congratulations." But her words didn't begin to reflect how she really felt. MY GOD! He was fed by his sister while his mother sucked him off? He's living like a king! No, like a lord! A lord and master! No, please, no! I beg you, no! No more! Too hot!

Brenda was practically swooning, even though she was sitting down.

Suzanne leaned towards her with concern. "Is there something wrong? You look a little pale."

She tried to bluff it out. "No, I'm good. Maybe I'm just... I could use a little water."

Suzanne looked to Katherine. "Could you get her some water please?"

"Sure thing." Katherine hopped up and headed to the kitchen.

Suzanne decided to take things easier on Brenda for a while. She'd had fun giving Brenda a shock right off the bat, and Katherine gave a great assist, but she didn't want Brenda to actually pass out before Alan even showed up. So she blandly said, "Anyway, that's what's new over here. What's new with you?"

Brenda was still bug-eyed. "Uh... well... How am I supposed to follow THAT?!"

To her relief, Suzanne laughed at that, and they shared a good laugh.

After that, the conversation turned to more or less normal small talk, although that was relatively speaking. For instance, after Katherine came back with the water, she asked Brenda for her reaction on her new sexual "promotion," and Brenda found herself trying to sound sympathetic. Brenda felt freaked out about it, to say the least, but she fought hard to hang on and fit in.

As the small talk continued, Brenda thought, Things SEEM normal now, on the surface. But I know that's a lie. For one thing, Susan is still upstairs, sucking Alan's cock! What I wouldn't give to see that! Hell, what I wouldn't give to BE that, to be in her place! But like Susan keeps telling me, it's a long road there. I can't allow myself to think about what Susan is doing: the panting, the gurgling, the sweat dripping down her face, the cum sliding down his cock for her to lap up every last sweet drop... I can't think about ANY of that or I'll fall apart!

Worse, they have me on a knife edge. At any moment, Suzanne or Katherine could say something super sexy and make me cry uncle! Just fall to my knees and beg for mercy! I know it's gonna happen too, because this house is like the place where all my favorite sexual fantasies happen, for real. Too sexy! Too much!

However, to her immense relief, nothing was said that rattled her. In fact, things were exceedingly normal for about ten minutes as Katherine talked extensively about school, her teachers, her friendship with Amy, and other non-sexual matters. Suzanne got out a bottle of wine and Brenda gulped a glass down straight away to help calm her nerves. Brenda started to feel like she had things under control after all.

Then Alan came downstairs with Susan hand in hand. Brenda's world flipped over again, simply because it was Alan and she had put him on such a high pedestal in her mind. Brenda had butterflies in her stomach to be so close to him again, to put it mildly. At least she was able to stand up steadily when Alan and Susan came into the living room to exchange greeting kisses and hugs.

Susan greeted Katherine, Suzanne, and then Brenda in turn with quick hugs and pecks. Then she moved back for Alan to have his turn.

Alan hugged and kissed Suzanne first. There was nothing that shocking about it, even though he French kissed her and squeezed her ass a bit. It would have been acceptable contact between husband and wife in a room full of people. But of course Alan and Suzanne were not husband and wife.

Then Alan hugged and kissed Katherine, exactly like he did Suzanne. This was much more shocking for Brenda, knowing that the two of them were brother and sister. Even though the French kiss was brief, Alan was clearly marking his sister as his, especially with the way he fondled her ass.

Brenda felt her heart would thump right out of her chest when her turn came next. He wordlessly came up to her and gave her a brief hug with his arms around her back and then a peck on each cheek. That was it. He pulled back and started talking to Suzanne about something.

Brenda was practically heartbroken. After seeing him French kiss the other two, she thought she would be getting the same treatment, but she didn't. At least she got to feel her big tits press tightly against his manly chest, but that contact was frustratingly brief. She felt cheated that she didn't even get a quick ass squeeze. The worst insult of all was that she'd worn a dress with shockingly revealing deep neckline, more daring than any dress she'd worn in public before, and he seemed to take no special interest in her daring cleavage.

Actually he did take interest, very much so. But he was trying not to show it due to Suzanne's strategy of having him play hard to get.

Brenda fretted, SHIT! What am I supposed to do?! Susan and Suzanne say he doesn't have any special interest in me, and I guess they're right. There's so much damn competition in this room. I thought I would outdo everyone with my bold outfit selection, but it looks like they've outdone me. Dammit!

After the usual suitable time, the group moved from the living room to sit around the dining room table. Susan brought out the food (baked salmon was the main course) and then said a short prayer.

All that was like any typical suburban family having dinner, except Brenda noticed that during the prayer, Susan prayed for Alan to have prolonged stimulation and frequent orgasms. Just hearing that tidbit thrilled Brenda to the tips of her toes, because it hinted how deeply this new sexual lifestyle was embedded at the Plummer house.

One other shocker for Brenda was that when the group moved from one room to the other, she noticed that Alan had a raging erection again. He wore the same kind of loose slacks as the previous time she'd seen him, as well as a similar dress shirt, so his bulge was almost comically obvious. She was flabbergasted that he was erect again so quickly after what Susan did to him upstairs. Her opinion of him as an insatiable super stud went up yet another notch.

What she didn't know was that Susan and Alan had played basically the same trick on her that Suzanne and Alan did last time. Yes, Susan really did suck him off, and for nearly half an hour too (if one included periodic strategic breaks). However, they stopped after she had a big orgasm, not him. He was willing to suffer without a climax in order to further impress Brenda. He'd had five minutes to go flaccid while Susan dressed in her room, since coming downstairs with an erection would have been a bit too much.

Brenda had been doing okay, and even enjoying the conversation. But now that she knew his dick was stiff, she was much more nervous.

However, aside from that one little trick, Alan didn't know how explicit he should be with the conversation. Since he hadn't been informed what had happened to Brenda since the last poker party, he didn't know where she stood. So he didn't steer the discussion in a sexual direction. Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were trying to follow his lead, so they didn't either. He didn't physically flirt either.

Brenda was shocked when the situation or discussion became sexual, but also felt frustrated when it didn't. She remembered her goal of trying to get Alan to desire her, so throughout the meal she tried many tricks in order to capture his attention. Since she'd long known that her huge breasts were her most attention-getting feature, she made sure to keep the conversation centered on breasts whenever possible, even if it was something non-sexual, such as back pain and other problems they caused.

As long as they were being discussed, that gave Alan a valid excuse to look at them, and her a valid excuse to touch them. Furthermore, she laughed at any joke, causing them to jiggle. She would turn her head quickly when someone else spoke, causing more jiggling. There was much jiggling indeed, since her dress showed so much cleavage that she had **** but to go bra-less.

She had many other tricks in her arsenal. She squeezed her upper arms together, causing her orbs to bulge up and out. Since Alan was sitting across from her, she loved to lean way forward when he was talking, as if she was highly interested. She was, since it was him, but she also loved to let her tits dangle for him. Sometimes, she slumped down a little, causing her huge globes to rest on the table in an enticing manner, like two heavy boulders. She even ran her hand or a finger over the exposed skin, sometimes daring to draw a finger right down her cleavage. She even managed to bring one or both of her legs above the table edge at times. Often she would keep her eyes closed, so he would feel free to look to his heart's content.

While she was doing this, she was usually thinking sexy thoughts, often as if she was talking to him. Come on! Look at my tits some more, Alan! You know you want to. Don't you just want to FUCK these big beauties? Susan has shown me the light about blowjobs. Now, I know just how pleasurable they can be, for both of us. It must be the same for titfucks. I can't wait for your huge cock to plunder my tits too! I don't know which I want more, for you to fuck my tits or mouth! Both! Lots of both!

Due to this kind of thinking, she stared into his eyes with an unusual sexual intensity and increasing frequency, often even when other people were talking. And if she wasn't staring at his face, she frequently burned a hole through the table in her attempt to look at the bulge in his lap. She thought a lot about that too. I just know you're stiff for me right now. I know it! Are you thinking about turning me into one of your sluts? Are you imagining all the different ways you could use and control me? Because I am! Is that what's keeping you so erect?

Other times, Brenda's thoughts were more longing and wistful. For once, she stared at Susan instead of Alan and thought, I wonder what it would be like to live in Susan's shoes. Sucking Alan off during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sucking him when he drives the car. Titfucking him while he watches a movie. Trying to take a shower alone, covered in sudsy bubbles, only to end up even more covered in hot cum! Waking up in the middle of the night to find his cock half-way down her throat! I'll bet all that happens to her, daily, and MORE! She's NEVER safe! He could snap his fingers at any time, and she has to strip, kneel, suck, and serve! Wooooowww...

Look at her now, flashing him such a loving smile. She's probably thinking what she'll be doing to him the minute I'm out the door. I'll bet she's salivating already! She truly adores her son's big snake of a cock, just like a good mommy-slut should. Dammit, I can't get over the fact that she's his MOTHER! Her real life is better than the best **** fiction I've ever read. And when is he going to fuck her cunt? I'm sure that'll happen soon. She's so lucky that I can't stand it!

On the surface, all was normal with Brenda. But just under the surface, her invitation to him couldn't have been any more obvious. Yet he still didn't take advantage with any sort of flirting or innuendo in return. He was trying the "playing hard to get" strategy, but for once he was acting too aloof. He definitely noticed her come-ons, and he couldn't help but frequently stare at her big tits, because her many little tricks were impossible to ignore and his self-restraint could only go so far. But that was about all he did.

Brenda was secretly very frustrated. She felt daunted by the competition. She worried that her physical assets simply couldn't compete with the loving bonds he shared with the others at the table, given their impressive beauty too. After the delicious meal was over, she went to use the bathroom to pee, but also to check herself in the mirror and regroup.