By dinner, Alan did indeed feel a lot better. Suzanne again elected to share dinner with them. She wanted to be around more often to make sure Susan didn't chicken out in wearing provocative clothing. She also wanted to hear what happened at Alan's medical appointment. As they all shared just about everything with each other, she didn't hesitate to ask about it in close detail.

Alan's penis felt good and hurt good when he noticed the clothes that his mother, sister, and Suzanne wore at dinner. They all flaunted their assets, but his mother stood out, especially given her past ways.

She wore a shiny red leather outfit which looked like it was designed for a high-class prostitute. It was skin tight and hung on her body as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. He could see her nipples as clear as day, and her boobs shook like Jell-O at the slightest movement. His mouth grew dry and he felt dizzy. Suzanne had pushed her into wearing the outfit, but even Suzanne was surprised at how quickly Susan had taken to wearing such daring clothing.

Stranger still was how Susan acted. She looked extremely ashamed and subdued, as if the scantily clad body seemingly designed for fucking belonged to a different person and had somehow been mistakenly attached to her wholesome face. Throughout the meal she complained to Suzanne for making her wear the outfit. Yet somehow her bashfulness turned Alan on even more, as if she was willing to do anything to please him, but also as if she was forced to do it like a slave.

Alan was the one who ended up explaining what happened with Akami. Katherine and Suzanne listened with intense interest. Alan's version of events was highly edited and censored, but Suzanne at least could read between the lines and see that Susan had an intensely erotic experience, especially given the way she silently reacted to the telling of the story.

Susan mostly just squirmed and blushed in great embarrassment. She squished about as well, because she grew more and more aroused hearing Alan's blow by blow account of the experience. Even though he left out many of the sexual details, Susan mentally filled in what she knew really happened.

The fact that Suzanne and Katherine kept pressing for many of those very details didn't help matters. Katherine said things like, "So wait a minute, Big Brother. You're telling me, the whole time you were there, this pretty nurse was massaging your member? And she did this in the nude?!?"

"Not exactly the whole time, and she wasn't exactly nude," he replied sheepishly, red as a ripe tomato. "She always kept her panties on." He valiantly tried his hardest to steer the discussion from questions about what his mother was doing or saying, and mostly succeeded. Meanwhile, Susan was so mortified, because of the outfit she'd been forced to wear if nothing else, that the others had mercy on her and no one asked her any questions.

She thought to herself, What's wrong with me? Dressed like this? Thinking these thoughts? All I can think about is my Tiger's thing being so lovingly stroked by the good nurse. I'll bet it's hard right now, under the table there. Tiger must be terribly excited right now, thinking about the appointment in such detail. I'll bet his thing could use some help right now. It must be throbbing in great pain, aching for release. I could be the one to stroke it at this very moment! It's for his own good! She took some heavy breaths to calm down. There must be something wrong with me. Suzanne seems so calm and collected. Katherine is her usual giggly self. I'm the only one dressed like a whore and thinking like a slut about my own son. I have to get my act together. But I have to do it on my own. I can't let anyone know about my weakness or I'll die of shame.

She was right about one thing: Alan was terribly excited and in great need for release. It was mostly due to Susan's top, cleverly designed to cause her boobs to jiggle even more than if she'd been completely naked. Every move she made, even if it was just to lift a fork to her plate, caused her boobs to bounce around wildly. She was frustrated at all the movement she was making and felt like there was a shining spotlight pointing right at her chest, everyone staring at her. But she didn't know what to do.

It was with great relief to Alan's penis that he left a short time later to go watch an early movie with his friends Sean and Peter. It helped too that he took a cold shower before leaving. He spent most of the evening with his friends, yet not really with them. Instead, he thought about things like what his friends would think of his mother if they walked into his house to pick him up to go somewhere, and saw her dressed the way she was. Even more consuming was the thought that Suzanne was waiting for him to come back and take care of some "unfinished business."

Once he left, Susan desperately wanted to talk to someone about her problem, but there was no one she could confide in. After much restless agitation, she decided that if she went back to her room and "practiced" her "breast exam" she might calm down. She did, and she felt much better after an intense orgasm caused just by playing with her tits. But that only satiated her lust in the short term.

Suzanne lurked around the Plummer house after Susan went to her room. Like a spy on a secret mission, she wanted to know just how Susan felt about her son. So, after an impatient pause and when she thought the coast was clear, she snuck up to Susan's bedroom and put her ear to Susan's door. She heard the sound of moaning and bed springs squeaking. She fled back to her own house in a hurry.

Back in her own bed with her husband out for the evening, Suzanne found herself doing the same activity she'd just caught Susan doing. As she frigged herself, she thought, I knew it! I'm shocked, but not completely shocked. Susan has been so repressed that she's a volcano of passion, and now she's starting to erupt. She can't even control herself in the slightest. She's so fucking horny for Alan! It's obvious!

This certainly changes things. My goal was to freak her out a bit so she'd come running to me and practically beg me to help Alan with his problem. But that may not work as planned if she's falling deeply in lust with him too. So that's bad. But on the other hand, maybe, just maybe, I can realize my ultimate, impossible sexual fantasy: seduce not just Alan, but Susan and Katherine too! It seems too good to be true that I'm getting this far with Alan, but I never would have expected the two of them would react like this on top of it. It's not just Susan; so secretly delighted to wear that jiggly dress even though she loudly protested about it. I saw the way she was shaking her rack at every opportunity at dinner, even while she looked consumed with guilt about it. I thought she was a total prude and never imagined this side of her at all.

No, there's Katherine's reaction too. The way she was pumping Alan at dinner with questions about how Akami stroked his penis. Pumping is the perfect word! She looked like she could barely contain herself from reaching over and jacking him off right at the dinner table. I had her pegged all wrong. I thought she was another prude just like her mother. How many years did I try to get Susan to have an affair to spice up her life, and it was the one thing I could never make her do. I couldn't even get her to dress more sexily. And now she's practically attacking Alan. It's so hot! I can't stand it!

Suzanne was really assaulting her pussy now. She shoved four fingers in at once, and her whole body buckled with every thrust. Her other hand worked furiously on her clit. But unlike Susan with her brain that fogged over so easily, Suzanne was much better at keeping a cool head. She continued to simultaneously fantasize and scheme even as she grew more and more aroused.

Alan could be the door to all three of them. I need to develop and cultivate their lustful feelings for each other. Then, one day, we'll all be in bed together, all four of us! If we're all on Alan, it'll be natural for the touching between everyone to develop until us women are all madly fucking each other as well. It'll be glorious! I could move in with them, and, oh God! Oh, too much! Too much! I can move in with them and maybe, maybe even, oh, yes! Maybe even marry Alan! Oh Lord God! Yes! Only I can marry him. I'm the only one not related! Fuck! They'll have to agree. Fuck yeah! Oh! Good God! The fucking hunky Alan, my fucking husband! And Susan and Katherine my partners in bed! Oh! Lord! One giant orgy, every day! God yes! Oh! Aaaaiiiieeee!!!

Suzanne arched back and let out a loud wail as she had the best orgasm she could remember in years. As it went on, visions of all three Plummers flashed in her head, one after another. Mostly it was Alan, and then Susan. Suzanne had a slight crush on Susan for years, but never pursued it because she considered Susan just a tad less prudish than a nun with lifelong chastity vows. She'd never really had feelings for Katherine, but certainly noticed her developing body. Now she was amenable to the idea. Suddenly very amenable.

CHAPTER 2 (Wednesday, Oct. 9)

Alan got back home late from the movie, and was disappointed to find that he'd missed Suzanne. She thought she'd let him twist in the wind a little bit, since he'd made her wait. The next day, everything seemed perfectly normal: another day at school, and then a typical day at home except for Susan and Katherine dressing more sexily. He masturbated several times in the afternoon as usual.

He didn't see Suzanne at all that day, and worried that he'd miss her altogether. But when he got back from a quick trip to the grocery store after dinner, Susan told him that Suzanne was in his room waiting for him and had something she wanted to talk about. Alan had a strong feeling that maybe she wanted to do more than just talk.

As he walked up the stairs towards his room, he had a scared and apprehensive feeling. One part of his brain said, Don't let me go in there! But on the other hand, a team of wild horses couldn't have kept him out.

Suzanne looked absolutely ravishing. She now wore an elaborately designed black silk kimono, which was different yet again from the sultry outfit she was wearing at dinner. She wore the kimono not for a love of Japanese style, but strictly for the potential it had to open up in the front.

It was already about 9:00 PM by the time he met Suzanne, and Alan reflected that this was probably the type of thing she wore just before climbing into bed. Just the thought of Suzanne getting into a bed was now enough to get him horny. Yet it was only days ago when he didn't have any sexual thoughts about her at all.

No sooner had they sat down than Suzanne took advantage of how the robe opened in the front. She leaned back and allowed a boob to fall out of the kimono. There was a wide sash across her midsection which kept the kimono rather bound up, but she quickly worked to make sure that it "accidentally" came undone. Her hands began roaming over her kimono, and wherever they went, the kimono opened up looser and looser. They started to watch porn again. Within minutes, both of her firm, round globes were completely exposed, and her pussy was on display as well.

Alan was half paying attention to the pictures this time, and with the pictures on one hand, and the nearly naked Suzanne on the other, he was as aroused as he could possibly be. The flowery perfume she wore also excited his senses. Luckily, his penis wasn't hurting any longer.

Suzanne turned to him and said, "Are the pictures working for you?" She cupped a tit as she said this, and with the fingers from her other hand traced the outline of the nipple on that tit.

"Yes!" But they don't excite me nearly as much as you do, Suzanne. So many bloody obvious questions these days. Mmm. And I love the way you smell. Must be strawberry shampoo.

"Show me how much they excite you, Sweetie," she said in a sultry voice.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"We want to see the effect on your penis. We want to see that very much." Her fingers were now pulling her nipple out towards him, making her tit look even more massive than it already was.

We? Alan wondered momentarily. Once again, Alan was wearing short shorts, and already had his penis hanging outside of them, far under the desk. It was already engorged with blood and liberally dripping pre-cum. He scooted away from the desk and turned towards Suzanne. His penis was now in clear view, but he surprised himself with how bold he now felt. "Oops, it must have slipped out," he said, not very convincingly.

"Oh, that's tragic!" she replied. "Look how constrained you are in those silly shorts. You'd better take them off or they'll cut off your circulation!"

So he stood up and took his shorts off. Now all he had on was a T-shirt. The act of standing also put his erect penis mere inches from Suzanne's face. She was tempted to lean forward and suck on it, but she also wanted to draw out his seduction as much as she could. She leaned forward just a little, causing his penis to bounce off of her cheek.

"Sorry!" he nearly yelled. He staggered backwards and nearly fell over. He managed to get back into his chair.

But she just wryly replied, "Be careful where you poke that thing." She caressed the spot on her cheek where the penis had touched and then shuddered, acting as if the mere touch had nearly given her an orgasm. He stood there awkwardly for a minute, and then finally sat back down. Suzanne also made a pretense at closing her robe, but it fell open again nearly as soon as she'd finished closing it.

She said to him, "Since what the doctor wants is prolonged sexual stimulation, wouldn't it be better if you stimulated yourself while you look at the pictures? Don't mind me. It won't bother me at all."

"You sure you won't mind?" he said bashfully. Both of his hands were on his penis now, covering it up, but also subtly rubbing it. He wanted nothing more than to get some relief right away.

"Why should I mind? I'm just here to help you achieve your daily target." She grasped at her tits with both hands, adding, "Don't mind me at all. My chest is sore and needs a little massage. I think I'll just work on that."

Inwardly she was nearly delirious with delight. This is like a dream come true! If we've come this far, it's just a matter of time before we go all the way. I only have to remove Susan as an obstacle by getting her so frazzled that she'll agree to anything I do with him. Cruel, but it's for her own good. And I'm in love. And in lust. My Sweetie is such a hunk, and so well hung! Stroke it for me, Sweetie! Think about my tits, my pussy, my face. Do it for me!

He began rubbing his penis, slowly at first. Their chairs were facing each other now, and there wasn't even a pretense of looking at the computer screen. She bent forward to look at him, which unfortunately blocked his vision of her pussy, but also caused her kimono to fall completely down and off of her back. It lay bunched up around her waist. Her hands now made tender love to her own tits.

No way, he thought. I just cannot imagine how perfect Aunt Suzy looks! And her boobs are unreal! No one has boobs like that ... except for my mother. To his surprise, the thought of his mother's boobs and then her jiggly red leather dress suddenly greatly increased his horniness. He was surprised because he didn't realize he could even get any more aroused than he already was.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Suzanne said as she slowly jiggled her massive melons, and shoved them forwards until they were inches from his face. He was tempted to lean forward and suck, but didn't know what to do and was afraid of being chastised by her. The pace of his rubbing increased.

"Whoa, boy, slow down and enjoy it," she said, as she grabbed his hand pumping his penis. "You know what would feel even better? Someone else's hand. The doctor said you need assistance to prevent chafing and what not. Are you feeling chafed?"

"Very." Another easy question! "Very chafed." The notion of chafing sounded absurd, but he recalled that the doctor had actually warned it could happen to him.

She put a hand on his penis and asked, "Do you mind if I help you with your problem like this, now and always?"

That comment and the feeling of her cool, soft hand replacing his own almost caused him to lose his load. But with all of this masturbation and mental stimulation lately, he was slowly building up a tolerance. He let go, and felt her tender hands replace his. At first she did little more than hold his penis gently with her hands. She knew she had to be careful to make this first experience last, as his control was nearly nonexistent and he was right on the verge.

"Suzanne? You mean you're gonna give me a handjob?" Alan was so excited that his voice cracked as he said the word "handjob." His voice hadn't cracked in a long time, but lately it was doing it at the very most embarrassing moments. He suddenly felt like he was twelve years old, and a complete idiot.

Her suppressed laugh turned into a wry smile. This is so much fun! Like taking candy from a baby. "Yes, I'm giving you a handjob. I'm going to jack you off."

"Susan... I meant! Suzanne! That feels so good. Please help me. Help me every day..." he moaned. "I could really use your help."

She initially merely lightly fondled his penis, but the sensation of another person's hands on his prick was so new that any touch was amazing to him. Then she placed a finger under the base of the head where he was most sensitive, and began pressing and rubbing.

The things she did with her hands brought him indescribable joy. Alan couldn't help but say, "Suzanne, your hands. They're so good. So soft. So smooth. Oh, it feels so great!"

"That's why the doctor wants nice, soft female hands wrapped around your penis. Not your own rough and calloused hands. We can't have any chafing, God forbid." She had a twinkle in her eye, barely suppressing a laugh over the whole chafing idea.

The pace slowly built up, until he was ready to blow. His eyes remained fixed on her swaying tits, but every now and then he would look up and see her face staring lovingly into his, and nearly lose it. Her face was already inches from the tip of his penis, and she moved it even closer until he could feel every breath on his skin. She was sorely tempted to swallow his pole deep into her mouth, but she held back. She wanted to savor his seduction. And still he managed to hang on.

"You're almost ready..." she cooed. "Do it all over my big boobs." The cum began to spew forth, and she pumped his penis for all she was worth.

A minute or two later, they sat back in post-orgasmic bliss. In actual fact the handjob lasted no more than five minutes, but to Alan it seemed like an eternity of bliss. She said, "Wow, that was some Internet porn, wasn't it?" They both had a good laugh. Neither cared a flying fuck about the pictures at this point.

Alan wanted to blurt out, "I love you!" but once again decided silence was the safest path. His cum lay all over Suzanne's tremendous tits. Even more landed on her face. Much of it had hit her right in her cleavage, and he wanted desperately to take his hands and explore the depths of that deep valley, rubbing his cum all over her mounds. The fact that she was still panting, causing her tits to heave, weakened his willpower ever further. But he dared not touch, not understanding what limits there might be. Others might have been much bolder, but he was too inexperienced and shy to take the initiative.

Suzanne again asked about his medical appointment earlier in the day, and Alan again described it in intimate detail. Now that he was so aroused, his description was very different from the one he'd given at dinner. Before, the fact that Akami rubbed his penis was eventually tortured out of him by repeated questions. But now he freely described Akami's ministrations in great detail and mentioned little else.

Soon Alan's penis sprung to attention as he watched how she just let his cum slowly dribble down her body while they casually had a conversation.

Alan moved his hands towards his penis, but Suzanne said, "Don't touch it just yet. Leave that to me. But since you got your pleasure I hope you don't mind if I get off too." She thrust one of her fingers into her pussy, unfortunately now hidden under her kimono. He couldn't really tell what was going on underneath, but he desperately wanted to find out.

"Look, but don't touch," she chided. "It's my great pleasure to give you stimulation, Sweetie, but we can't go any farther than that. So no touching me. After all, I'm your dear old Aunt Suzy, aren't I? This body has to remain off limits to you for ever and ever." Or about a week, whichever comes first, she gleefully corrected herself in her private thoughts. "Now, no pouting, and tell me more about how you really felt at the doctor's office today."

As they talked, his jism continued to hang on her face and chest. She swiped a gob of Alan's cum off of her cum-splattered chest, and made a great show of sucking it into her mouth with her free hand. "Jesus!" she said with great surprise. "Has anyone ever told you how good your cum tastes?"

Suzanne had Alan retell his story to help get him hot, and that certainly worked. But now she plied him for information about what she still didn't know: what happened to Susan during the appointment. Alan still tried to censor his story and protect his mother, but Suzanne kept interrupting Alan's narrative to ask what Susan was doing, seeing, and even thinking. Suzanne was able to figure out pretty well everything that happened to Susan, including all the "breast cancer checks."

Even though Susan had done little more than stand there and stare at Alan's penis, the idea made Suzanne terribly excited. I can read between the lines. Susan is hot for her own son's cock! I was so right! That gets me so fucking horny!

While Suzanne continued to lick up and eat his cum splattered on her chest, she had him detail his thoughts throughout the appointment, including his erotic feelings for Akami. She also tried to get him to divulge any possible sexual feelings for his mother. This was the big question for her now: her ultimate fantasy couldn't be realized unless Alan had feelings for Susan and Katherine.

So she asked him leading questions like, "I'll bet your mom looked really hot as she stood there panting, her giant tits hanging out right in front of you, staring hungrily at your penis. Didn't that turn you on?"

He had evasive answers like, "It's not like that, Suzanne. She was just doing what the nurse told her to."

Suzanne kept pressing, trying to get him to confess some attraction. She began rubbing his penis again, to further break down his resistance. "Oh, come on, Sweetie, you have to admit she looked sexy. Are you saying your mother isn't beautiful? Is that what you want me to tell her?"

"No!" he cried in agitation. "Don't tell her anything! Please? Promise? It's not like that!" He sweated profusely, as if he was being tortured under interrogation.

Suzanne stroked his penis even more aggressively. "I won't tell her anything. Your secret is safe with me. But you have to admit she looked hot. Don't you think she got really horny, fondling her tits while eating your penis up with her eyes?"

"She looks attractive, okay?"

Suzanne grew more excited herself. "Don't you think, after watching Akami jack you off for so long, Susan would be curious to jack you off herself? Wouldn't you like her to do to you what I'm doing right now, wrap her soft hands around your prick and make it feel incredibly good?"

"Please don't ask me these questions! It's freaking me out!" So Suzanne laid off, and he never really answered any of these questions. But she could tell by his nervousness and physical reaction that he had a thing for his mother. The mere mention of his mother's tits seemed to cause his penis to twitch and grow even harder, if it was possible to get any harder than it already was.

By the time Alan got near the story's end, Suzanne had one finger busy in her pussy and the other hand busy around his penis. Alan's hands didn't know what to do. He finally reached out to touch her leg to push away her kimono so he could see where her fingers were going, but she said, "Tut-tut! Now, what did I say about touching?"

So he just sat back and enjoyed all the incredible sensations. Suzanne quietly came before he did, without him even knowing, turned on by thoughts of Susan at the appointment and imagining her fantasies realized as much as the penis before her. She was very surprised as she'd never cum just from giving a handjob.

When Alan got to the part where Susan went missing for ten minutes or so, Suzanne suggested, "I'll bet she was too hot. I'll bet she was really fucking horny. She had to do it to herself in the bathroom, and finger fuck her burning pussy! She got off on the thought of your hungry cock filling her tight little hole!"

That did it for Alan. A few days earlier he couldn't even imagine Suzanne saying the word "fuck." His penis began to rumble and roar.

Suzanne bent down and said, "Let's not make another mess. Aim for my mouth!" He shot at her face from inches away. She drank the jism that hit her square in the mouth, without actually touching his penis with her lips. She still wanted to save that experience for another time. The rest of his load ended on her cheeks and chin.

"That's just what Akami did!" said Alan as he came down off of his erotic high, recalling how his cum drenched the pretty nurse only hours earlier. Akami didn't open her mouth and have much of his load shoot directly into it, but she did take it all over her face, and ended up looking just like Suzanne now did. Except Suzanne now had the better part of two of his big loads dripping down her face and chest. She was drenched in cum, and loving it. Mostly she loved the taste, and wanted more. The idea of giving Alan a blowjob practically made her salivate in anticipation.

Suzanne, however, didn't appreciate the comparison to Akami. She griped, "Yeah, but I'm twice the woman she'll ever be, so don't compare me to that slut who thinks she's a nurse!" She said this proudly but also a bit angrily. "And remember," she said now in a nicer tone, "your mother may be a sexy woman. She may be even having horny thoughts about you, though she probably doesn't know or understand them herself. But she's your mother, you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Alan dejectedly.

"Sexual contact between you and her is wrong. That's what I'm for. If you ever get horny thoughts about your mother, your sexy little sister, or anyone else, come to me, and I'll make sure you get satisfied. Very satisfied. Sweetie, the way your cum tastes, I don't think you'll have any trouble getting me to help you again. Show some willpower, and don't let your mother give you anything more than a handjob or blowjob. Is that clear?"

"Uh, yeah." After a pause, the full realization of what she said sunk in. "Blowjob?!?" he exclaimed out loud. No one's ever given me a blowjob! It's like Suzanne is saying, "Fuck your mother, but not on alternate Wednesdays!" Could my mom actually have sexual thoughts about me, or be willing to help out with a blowjob or handjob or something like that? No frigging way!

Suzanne added, "We all have to do our part to help you with your ailment, don't we? Your mom is going to have to help out too, though she doesn't realize it yet. If you don't know what a blowjob is like, don't worry, I think I can arrange a practical demonstration very soon." These ideas were too much for Alan, and he thought Suzanne was just saying them to turn him on. Little did he know that Suzanne was now trying to set him up with his own mother.

Alan may have been done physically, but Suzanne still wasn't. She was already ready for another climax. She fingered herself beneath her kimono and her boobs jiggled and heaved in an increasing pace. Alan watched and listened with rapt attention as she began to loudly moan. She nearly yelled, "Oh... oh... oh! Ooooohhhh!" as she fingered herself to a second climax. Alan couldn't get enough of the sexy sight, even though he was flaccid and too shy to join in.

There was sweat and cum all over the place, especially all over Suzanne, and they both looked completely drained. The intoxicating smell of Suzanne's perfume was now replaced with the sweaty smell of sex, from both Alan and Suzanne's copious cum. "Do you know what that was?" she said when she was done. "That was a female orgasm. That's God's way of thanking me for helping you out. But as for now, why don't we get cleaned up a bit? Then you can get some rest, since you have a big day tomorrow."

"I do?" Alan couldn't think of what it could be.

"You do. After all, I have some new things to teach you and your penis. Doctor's orders," she said as she winked at him. She opened her mouth to the shape of an "O" and bobbed her head forwards and backwards, pretending she was sucking him off. Alan still couldn't get a rise from his overtaxed penis, but his heart pounded like a hammer. "This is all about preventing chafing, isn't it?" she joked.

CHAPTER 3

By the time Suzanne left Alan's room it was about 10:00 PM. Alan thought the excitement of his day was over, but his sister had other ideas. She had put her ear to the door and listened to what Suzanne had been doing to Alan. It made her very horny and excited. Actually, since her room was almost directly across the hallway from Alan's, she'd been paying a lot of attention to what was going on in his room lately. The walls were fairly soundproofed, but if one put an ear to Alan's door, one could just barely follow the conversations and hear other noises.

Katherine could tell how much fun Suzanne was having helping Alan, and wanted to have some more fun herself. I'll just tease him a little bit, she thought. She turned on her stereo loudly, kept her door open a crack, and hoped he soon would come by. Alan fell directly into the trap about twenty minutes after Suzanne left when he got up to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

Alan said through Katherine's door, "Hey Sis, what's with all the noise? I'm about to go to bed, so could you keep it down?"

"Bed? It's Friday night and not that late," she replied.

"I know, but I don't have any social plans and I always feel tired."

"I can't hear you, Big Brother. The music. Can you come in?"

So Alan opened the door and walked in. He was greeted by the sight of his sister in her cheerleader outfit, practicing her cheerleading routine to the beat of a funky song by James Brown. He pulled up a chair and sat down not far from the door, and asked, "Sis, what are you doing practicing your routines at 10:00 on a Friday night? Don't you have anywhere to go either?"

She spoke as she continued to dance, "Some guy asked me out, but I'm so bored at going out with all those losers. I'd rather be here with you. As for why I'm doing my routine now – have you noticed how hot the weather is lately? And we must be the richest people in town to not have an air conditioner. So it's cooler to do it later in the evening. Even now I'm burning up with sweat. But hey, since you're here, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Can you watch my routine and give me some feedback?"

"That's all? Sure. ... What do I have to look for? You've never asked me to do this before so I don't know what you need."

"Just look for mistakes. If you don't notice it, then it isn't much of a mistake. And watch for general demeanor, rhythm, and enthusiasm."

"Okay. Sounds easy."

So Alan sat and watched his sister do her routines. She put her all into it and tried to show herself off as sexily as she possibly could. Once she got going, she was disappointed that she didn't have the courage to take her bra and panties off before luring him in. But shortly after she started, Susan stopped by, peeked her head in, and said that they'd have to turn the music way down, because she was going to bed. Susan's bedroom was just down the hall, and the sound could carry that far.

But Katherine wouldn't be stopped so easily. She got Alan to relocate with her to the basement, where she could continue dancing to the music without bothering her mother.

"This is actually a better place to practice in," she said. "More room to move around. But it's so stuffy in here. So hot. Do you mind if I get down to just wearing my underwear?"

"Um, okay," said an uncertain Alan. "But do you think it's really... I mean... Do you think mom..." He was having a hard time expressing his concern directly, which was, Is this an appropriate activity between siblings?

But Katherine got the gist and said, "Alan, if you're thinking something isn't appropriate about this, remember that I'm supposed to help you get aroused, right? So no problem. I'm sure this doesn't compare to the stuff Suzanne is showing you lately, and anyways it's just the same as wearing a bikini."

Alan decided to just let the topic go, and sit back and watch. He certainly didn't want to discuss what was happening between him and Suzanne. He could have mentioned that in fact he'd never even seen her in a true bikini before, since she always dressed so conservatively. But it was as if the Katherine he knew was someone else, because she danced around even more sexily now, and really put on a show for Alan. She stood mere feet from him, and constantly stared into his eyes. Alan thought, Shit, it's like a strip show with pompoms!

This was as far as Katherine thought she might go. But going this far, she decided she wanted to get completely naked or have Alan take off some of his clothes. What she really wanted was to have Alan get an orgasm one way or another. But she was too shy to move things any further. Then an idea occurred to her.

She announced her practice was done, and got some feedback from Alan. He was polite and gave her some nice compliments. He then made to go, but she stayed and didn't even turn the music off. "Hey Little Sis, aren't you going to bed now?" Alan asked as he headed towards the stairs.

"No, I'm not done, Big Bro. I've still got some routines to do that I'm too shy to do in front of you. They're kind of extra sexy."

"Oh. Okay," said Alan. "Good night." He walked up the stairs. But on his way out, he realized that the stairs were completely dark, and the perfect place to spy on his sister. His sister was trying to get him to spy, and once again he fell into her trap. Curiosity naturally got the best of him, and he decided to stay at the top of the stairs for another minute, explaining to himself, I have to see what routines are so sexy that she couldn't even show me. I thought the ones she just did were as sexy as it could possibly get.

Katherine was extremely nervous. Alan was barely out of the room when she said out loud, "God, it's so hot!" and took off her bra. I can't believe I'm doing this! she thought. What's gotten into me? This isn't right. But even as she thought these things, her hands pulled down her panties as if the hands were controlled by someone else.

Then she began doing her cheerleading routine completely nude. Alan still lingered at the top of the stairs, looking down from the darkness. He wasn't sure if she could see him, so he bent down and kept his head just barely peering over a railing. If she did look his way, he could duck down and get out of the area completely within seconds.

There really were no extra sexy routines, as she'd done them all for him earlier. But the fact that his sister was naked made Alan forget all about judging how sexy the moves were. It was all beyond arousing, now.

Katherine did all her naked routines facing away from the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't scare him off, if he was in fact there at all. She was dying to know if he was watching, but had no way of knowing. God, I feel like a total idiot, she thought. No way would I do this if I didn't think he was watching – my boobs bounce around far too much. But why do I want him to watch? If he's watching me, won't he think I'm some kind of slut? I'm totally ruining my reputation. What the hell? Am I crazy? My God - what if he tells his friends about this? No, he would never do that. But I feel so hot, just thinking that he might be watching me and getting turned on looking at me. Maybe he's even masturbating on the stairs, as he looks at me. But what if he is? I don't want him to fuck me, do I? He's my brother!

Katherine's thoughts were spot on, because after a few minutes of watching his sweaty and naked sister gyrate lewdly with her pompoms, Alan unzipped his shorts and began stroking his meat. I shouldn't be doing this looking at my sister, he thought guiltily. But how on Earth can I pass up this opportunity? What if I just pretend she's someone else? I mostly can't see her face since her back is turned. What if I pretend she's one of the other cheerleaders, like Amy?

But it was the fact that it was his sister and not some other cheerleader that gave his feelings a special intensity, and on some deeper level he realized that. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop watching, even though he knew he had to stop.

As she got over the shock of being naked, she started to do her routines more enthusiastically. Knowing where Alan had to be if he was watching, she made her moves conscious of what she'd be showing in that direction. In particular, she focused on routines where she could bend way over and show him her butt, or spread her legs. She did the splits frequently, from front and back. And just about every routine had her jumping around, her tits bouncing wildly.

Soon Alan really had to cum, and didn't know what to do about it, as he didn't have his usual tissues or cloth to shoot into. He was desperate though to do something fast, and decided to go into his T-shirt as a last resort. But before he actually shot his wad, he heard his mother shouting. "Alan? Katherine? Where are you? Don't you want to go to bed?"

Alan immediately hopped up, stuffed his erect penis back into his shorts, and scurried back up the stairs to the ground floor, and then up more stairs to the second floor. "I was just downstairs," he said loudly to his mom, once he was closer to his mother's room. "Katherine is down there too, but she'll be coming up shortly, I think."

Katherine could also hear what Susan was shouting and from that she knew that Alan wasn't in his room. My God! He was down here, watching me! He had to have been! No way!

She fell to the ground and began furiously fingering her pussy. This is so wrong. So very wrong. ... God is going to punish me for this...

CHAPTER 4 (Thursday, Oct. 10)

The next morning, Suzanne thought, It's time for a serious talk with Susan. I'll soothe her feelings about all these changes, and push her further into incest at the same time, heh-heh.

She looked at her best friend dressed only in black spandex exercise clothes. The two of them were finishing off their morning exercises, which they did most every day in the basement of Susan's house. There was practically enough exercise equipment there to fill a professional gym. With a lot of free time on their hands, Susan and Suzanne worked diligently to keep their bodies in peak condition. And they worked out in private because they were tired of all the gawking (from both men and women) at their perfect bodies whenever one or both of them went to a public gym.

Suzanne was frankly as surprised as everyone else at the change that had come over her best friend, and pinched herself in glee. Susan always had a certain uptight vibe to her, but lately she'd seemed very carefree and happy. Now that Suzanne was convinced that Susan had incestuous feelings for her son, she was surprised that Susan wasn't at least more visibly wracked with guilt and torn by indecision.

She must be deceiving herself, Suzanne finally decided. She's experiencing all the joy of sexual liberation and fantasy but hasn't actually given any serious thought to potential real life consequences because she doesn't fully admit that she has feelings for Alan or that he has feeling for her. She's going to be in for a real surprise soon when she has to fully admit her feelings and motives.

Suzanne found herself torn about the idea of Susan and Alan getting physical together. On one hand, she wanted Alan all to herself. Divorcing her husband and marrying Alan instead was a constant fantasy of hers, even as she realized the odds of Alan marrying a woman twenty one years older than him were slim. But on the other hand, she was also very turned on by the idea of Susan getting it on with her son. And she felt she was doing Susan a big favor by sexually liberating her.

Suzanne looked at her friend on the adjacent exercise machine, stretching her legs out and then pulling them close to her chest, over and over again. It was a piston-like movement, just like fucking.

Susan's like me, she just doesn't know it. She can deny it and push away all of the countless guys who try to get in her pants, but that doesn't erase the fact that her body is built for one thing. Fucking. Just like mine. At least I recognize it, and don't limit myself to that tiny prick my husband's got. Of course she's covered up like an Afghan woman because the number of suitors after her would stretch down the street. It's too bad she got married barely out of high school and never had any chance to play the field. But it's not too late for her. We may just end up best friends AND lovers. Wouldn't that be sweet? And sharing Alan between us? I just have to play my cards right.

Actually, I'm not sure if I really have to do anything at all. This six times a day is such a powerful setup. Susan and Katherine can do all kinds of incestuous things with Alan and still convince themselves that it's for the good of his treatment. Hopefully it's just a matter of time before Katherine and Susan knuckle under. Even more hopefully, my own knuckles will be involved, heh-heh! No father at home, everyone walking around nearly naked, no other sexual outlets... They're both so sexually repressed that the taste of forbidden fruit is all the sweeter for them. It's irresistible. And Alan's a good kid who normally wouldn't think any nasty thoughts at all. But when a beautiful - no, make that gorgeous -  woman throws herself at you, what male teenager would resist that? Nobody. And if several throw themselves at you, no way can he say no. The fact is, rich people like us fuck whomever we want. I just have to push things a bit here and there to make sure it happens. The Plummer family orgy! Yes!

The only problem Suzanne had was she felt bad lying to Susan and keeping her real intentions hidden. Suzanne was a natural schemer, but over the years she'd come to trust Susan with everything. It was like Susan was the conscience Suzanne sometimes lacked. But now she was essentially cheating on her own conscience. She tried to tell herself that she was doing it for Susan's own good, but the fact was, she knew deep down that she'd do it anyway, just to get Alan. She would stop at nothing to get Alan. Her life was boring and in a rut with no end in sight until she fell in love with Alan, and now all her future hopes depended on him.

Suzanne spoke aloud, "Susan! I'm all done here. Are you?"

"Yeah. That was really invigorating." Both of them wiped sweat off themselves with towels, and began stretch down exercises.

"Susan, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, shoot."

"Do you masturbate?"

"Hey! That's a VERY personal question!" Susan suddenly stopped her stretching. "And by the way, the answer is no!"

"I think you're lying. I think you do," Suzanne said boldly. "It's no big deal. We all do it. Its just some people are willing to admit it, and some can't." Suzanne was nearly certain of the answer based on Alan's description of the appointment with Akami and how Susan disappeared into the bathroom for a long time when the appointment was over.

Susan thought about the fact that she'd never masturbated until yesterday. She was so sheltered that she was almost an adult when she first learned women could even do that sort of thing. Since the appointment with Akami she'd been making up for lost time, and had even masturbated herself to sleep. She'd managed to swear off any masturbation so far since waking, but nonetheless felt another "breast exam" might be in order very soon.

"Well, okay, so what if I do? What business is it of yours? It's a very private and personal thing!"

"I'm just curious what you've been thinking about lately when you're masturbating, that's all."

"SuzaaaAAAaane! No WAY! That's way too personal!" She blushed profusely and closed her eyes in shame as she recalled some of her recent sinful thoughts involving Alan.

Both of them moved to sit down, and drink some water left out on a nearby counter.

"I know. I'm sorry," said Suzanne contritely. "It's just that... I'm sure these last couple of weeks have been very trying for you, ever since Alan began his treatment. After hearing about what happened in the appointment with Akami, it sounds like you were put in a very difficult position."

Susan turned a deeper shade of red. She had no way to respond to that. The use of the phrase "difficult position" made her think of her position on the floor of the medical office bathroom frigging herself, and only increased her shame. She felt like she would die of embarrassment.

"Don't worry," Suzanne pressed on, "I think you've been performing brilliantly in a very difficult situation. Normally, no mother ever gets put in the kind of situation that you've been forced into. I mean, I know you would NEVER do anything incestuous with your son."

"Never!" said Susan, with a wild desperation in her voice.

"I know, I know. Relax."

Susan seemed overcome with emotion and needed to compose herself. Suzanne had some errands to run anyway, so they agreed to meet later by the backyard pool and continue their conversation then.

CHAPTER 5 (Thursday, Oct. 10)

They lay on lawn chairs by the pool in the early afternoon. Susan wore a brand new two-piece bikini, a new gift from Suzanne. It was the first true bikini she'd owned. It had a relatively conservative cut, almost like a sports bra, but it was a drastic change from her older one-piece suit that seemed intentionally designed to hide all of her charms. Suzanne also had a two-piece bikini, but she only put the bottoms on. Susan was duly shocked, but Suzanne managed to convince her into thinking it wasn't a big deal. After Susan got over that initial shock, Suzanne slid her bikini bottom down as far as decency would allow, right up to the edge of her bush.

Suzanne in particular covered her alabaster skin with the strongest suntan lotion she could find. She wasn't interested in getting a tan - she only wanted to talk to Susan while they were both nearly naked.

Eventually Suzanne got around again to the earlier conversation. "Like I was saying downstairs, you've been doing well, considering everything. But still, you're forced to cope with his penis. Thinking about it, being close to it, even touching it. That can be very trying."

"Yes," said Susan, now in a drained tone. "So very trying. You understand just how I feel."

"So here's what I recommend. You have to make a mental separation between Alan and his penis. Think of the penis in the abstract. It could be anyone's penis. Your husband's penis, for instance. Think about the penis as a purely physical thing, as a medical thing. The fact that it's attached to Alan is just a side issue. Just like your teeth have to be brushed every day, Alan's penis is something that needs to reach orgasm every day, six times a day. If no one else can help, then it's the duty of people like you and me to massage it or suck it so it can achieve release, and Alan can be fully healthy."

"Are you saying... I should put my mouth on my son's ... private organ?" Susan had a dazed look on her face, still too prim to even use the word "penis." She even managed to avoid saying the word "suck,"

"That's your problem! Don't think of it as your son's penis. Just think of it as a penis in the abstract. Put a different face to it. Put your husband's face to it, if that helps. Draw the line between helping your son and incest. Incest is having intercourse. That's a totally different thing. As long as you don't get emotionally or even romantically tied up in it, there's no harm in just providing some relief for him. Even nurse Akami said so. Think of when you go to a professional masseuse. You have a strange person put their hands all over you, and touch you in sexual places, like the ass. But that's okay, because it's not done in the spirit of sexuality. It's done for the purpose of getting the muscles to relax."

"Incest is just intercourse..." Susan repeated in a daze, like someone being brainwashed.

"So that's how I think of it, anyway," continued Suzanne. "You know that I'm also very close to Alan. He's almost family to me, too. Since he's not your natural son, how different are our situations, really? But I've decided that I would be remiss as his friend if I don't give him a handjob or blowjob whenever he needs one. And starting today, that's exactly what I plan to do, if I can have you permission." Suzanne thought it prudent not to mention that she had in fact already started giving Alan handjobs the day before.

"You wouldn't!" said Susan, still dazed. "And could you please put your top back on? It's distracting!"

"Are you saying I shouldn't? Are you saying I should just let him suffer until he develops some abnormality on his penis from all the self-abuse? Or gives up with the treatment? You heard what the doctor said he needs. He still has no girlfriend - I have to help him out! You should too."

Susan just sat quietly, taking all of it in. So Suzanne noted the lack of an objection, and continued, "That's why I was asking you what you masturbate about. It's okay to have a little fun, get a little pleasure from helping him out even, as long as one keeps things in perspective. Why not? It sounds like the nurse was enjoying HERself. But if you or I start thinking about Alan in a romantic way, then that's what's unhealthy. Then people can lose control and cross boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. For instance, kissing is a romantic thing. There's no need for that in helping him with his problem. But I've had a lot of affairs. To me, one man, one penis, was pretty much just the same as the other. If I take that kind of attitude with Alan, and keep firm boundaries to prevent intercourse, then there's no harm. In his heart he still can't think of anyone but Christine and this will be good practice for when they finally get together. Which they will, eventually. Or someone like her, someone his age. That's what he needs."

Suzanne's comments were filled with things she didn't really believe, but Susan apparently bought it all. It was like giving a feast to a starving woman, giving support to all of Susan's careful justifications. She responded, "Yeah, I know."

"So will you think about what I said? You're not thinking about Alan in a romantic way, are you?"

Again Susan got very red in the face. "No! Of course not! Don't even suggest it! I'm just thinking about the, uh, ... penis... You know, the penis in the abstract." Susan told her friend just about everything, but decided that her recent sinful thoughts about Alan was one thing she could never explain. To herself, she thought, I'm not thinking about him romantically. I'm just curious about things like blowjobs and his face keeps showing up in the confusion from these appointments with Akami.

"That's good then. Keep it abstracted. Then you have nothing to worry about. Of course there are some things that we should keep secret, because other people wouldn't understand all the complexities of the situation. But that doesn't mean we would be doing anything shameful. In fact, Alan told me that Akami strongly recommended that you regularly massage his penis once a week, checking for abnormalities. Is that not so?"

"Yes, I guess."

"Okay, then! So will you think about what I've said?"

"I'll think about it."

"Good."

"But I was thinking that, uh, maybe it's better that you do his weekly checks."

"Me?" Suzanne laughed like that was a ridiculous idea. "I wouldn't know the first thing about what to check for. Akami showed you what to do. I could go in to the doctor's office sometime and she could show me what to do, but until then it's better if you do it."

"But Suzanne, it's really not that difficult..."

Suzanne interrupted, "We can discuss this later. I'm going to close my eyes and take a little rest. And once we're done here I'm going to go find out what he's up to. I think it's time he learns how good a pretty woman can make him feel. Within limits, of course!"

Suzanne pretended to sleep as a way to cut off the conversation, now that she'd accomplished what she wanted. She considered Susan jacking Alan off a vital part of her overall scheme, and that if it wasn't discussed and time moved forward, Susan would be forced to do it when the date came for lack of anyone else able to do it.

So Susan was left alone with her thoughts. She still couldn't really fathom what her friend had just told her. The fact that Susan said she was about to go off and play with Alan's penis hardly registered, compared to everything else. Lord, is this some kind of test? Give me strength, Lord. Please! Why is this happening to me?

Susan was lost in a reverie, contemplating "the penis in the abstract" when her thoughts were broken by the sound of another voice. "Wow, you two look really good." Susan realized with a horrified start that it was Alan, standing just a few feet away from them.

She turned her head and looked up. "Alan? What are you doing here? How long have you been standing there?" She'd lost all track of time and Alan had just returned from school. Susan was mortified that he might have heard them talking about his penis.

"I just got here a second ago. Why, is there something private going on?"

Susan was relieved to hear that, but still shaken up. "Yes there is. Can't you see Suzanne is nude sunbathing?"

Alan looked over at Suzanne's tits, as Suzanne lay "sleeping" face up. In fact, those exposed tits were his main reason he'd come out to the pool in the first place, so he could get a closer look. He also wanted to see his mother's new bikini. But he felt bashful in the face of his mother's prudishness. He gawked and said dumbly, "Yes, I can see that."

Suzanne came to the rescue, suddenly not so asleep after all. "Chill out Susan," she said. "I don't mind if you look, Sweetie. It's just topless, for crying out loud. Millions go to public beaches like that every day. After all, we're trying to sex things up, right?"

Alan smiled nervously and sat down on an empty lawn chair, and Susan let the situation be. But she was far from comfortable about the propriety of it all.

Alan put on sunglasses, and kicked back on his chair, staring at the two knockouts from behind his glasses. He tried to act cool and casual, but really he was full of nervous butterflies. However, the sunglasses gave him some confidence by hiding his eyes, and he said, "Suzanne, it goes without saying that you look really good topless. But mom, you also look stunning. Wow. I love your bikini."

Suddenly Susan felt much better. She stared at the bulging crotch in Alan's swimsuit from behind the anonymity of her own sunglasses. Bursting at the seams was the perfect description, because that's exactly what it was doing. She couldn't tear her eyes away. All the while, she said to herself, The penis in the abstract. The penis in the abstract. That is not Alan's penis. Penis in the abstract...

Later in the afternoon Suzanne went back to Alan's room and gave him another handjob. She more or less woke him up from his nap to give it, but Alan didn't mind, especially when she said "I hope you don't mind if I come and help you out every day around this time."

Susan had been oblivious that Suzanne had already started doing this to Alan, but now she was acutely aware just what the two of them did together. She was agitated and frazzled about it the rest of the afternoon. They shared everything, literally everything, even the intimate details of Suzanne's affairs. Susan wanted to know exactly what happened with Alan, but was afraid to ask.

After dinner, when the two of them were alone at the dining room table playing cards, Suzanne brought it up. "By the way, I wanted to say thanks for letting me help out with Alan."

Susan's eyes went wide. She was bursting with curiosity, but struck mute. "Um, yeah."

Knowing that Susan was too proper to ask anything more, Suzanne boldly told her what she wanted to hear. "I don't know if I should tell you, but I can't help it. Do you realize what a big, thick penis your son has? It felt so good in my hands. And you should have seen his expression when..." She continued to explain exactly what happened with Alan, blow by blow. Susan listened raptly, looking like she'd been hit by a truck. She never interrupted, but just absorbed it all in.

When Suzanne was done, she made an excuse to go and returned home. Susan immediately rushed back to her room. She decided another "breast exam" was in order.

CHAPTER 6 (Friday, Oct. 11)

Friday at school, Alan was impatient and distracted, as was par for the course lately. All he could think about was the prospect of Suzanne giving him another handjob in the afternoon.

Suzanne too was equally impatient and excited at the prospect. In fact, she decided she couldn't even wait until he finished his afternoon nap. She lingered at the Plummer house most of the day, and when she heard the sounds of him entering the house from the garage and heading towards his room, she lit off after him.

He'd barely closed the door and put down his backpack when she came bursting in. "All right Alan, I'm hot, I'm horny, and I'm here to show you a good time. Are you ready for something new?" She was wearing some fancy clothes, the better to take them off sexily in short order.

"Uh... yeah!" This sure beats the homework I'm working on! "What's uh... What gives?"

"Your mother and I have been discussing this some more, and she's agreed that I could give you blowjobs as well as handjobs. After all, the mouth is easier on your penis than a rough pair of hands." This was true - the two of them had discussed the topic extensively earlier in the day. Suzanne looked for every opportunity she could to talk about Alan's penis with Susan, and it predictably drove her crazy with desire.

Suzanne continued, " She's agreed that it's best if I give you a blowjob whenever and where ever you need one. At least until she's ready to help giving them too. And I think you need one right now, don't you?"

"Well, um..." He did a double take and stared at her in amazement. "She agreed to WHAT?"

Suzanne invented the bit about Susan wanting to give blowjobs as well, but figured that white lie could help push things along. "Don't play coy with me, buster. Sit on the bed and take off your pants right now or the train is gonna leave the station without you!"

Alan knew when to do what he was told. He plopped himself down on the bed and nervously fumbled at his shorts.

"Actually, I take that back. Let me do that for you." She unzipped his shorts. His penis sprang out through the hole where the zipper had just been. "Ah, what do we have here, peeking out?" Suzanne knelt down between Alan's legs. "What's its name? Does it want to come out to play?"

She pulled his shorts off completely, and cradled his hardness in her hands.

"Oh wait! I almost forgot - you need visual stimulation. I'm under doctor's orders to provide it." Without getting off of her knees, she proceeded to take her clothes off, but in the most prolonged and seductive way she could think of. She undid her dress shirt and blouse but kept them on, then pushed them up and pulled her mammoth tits out from below.

She looked up at Alan and noticed that he was just beginning to stroke his dick. "Tut-tut," she chastised him as she wagged a finger. "Hold you horses until I'm naked and then I'll take care of that for you. Do you want to permanently damage your penis or what?"

She pulled her skirt up and bunched it around her waist. Because she was unencumbered by any panties or bra, he could see her pussy quite clearly from just a couple of feet away. She whispered to him in a husky voice, "My tits are just aching to get out of these heavy clothes. And my pussy. It makes me so hot to show it to you. I just want to get all naked for you! Do you mind if I show you my naked body?" She closed her eyes and turned her head so Alan wouldn't feel shy to give her a good look.

Ever so slowly, she took her clothes all the way off, until finally she was left wearing nothing more than her high heeled shoes. She knew how sexy high heeled shoes could make the muscles of the legs appear, and she resolved to keep them on whenever possible if Alan was around.

For really the first time, Alan saw Suzanne completely in the buff, although she'd been very close in recent days. She luxuriated in his attention, and flaunted her body. She said to him, "As the man, your goal is to make your woman wet."

She reached into her pussy and worked her fingers deep inside for what seemed like several minutes. Finally, she pulled out a long sticky string of her own juices. "Look, Sweetie. You've already got me worked up. So now let's work on you." She sat back down and grabbed his very erect penis with both hands.

"We need to protect your delicate penis," she suggested. "Whenever you feel stiff, you just come running to me, okay Sweetie?" Alan was beyond coherence, and just nodded. She began kneading his penis with her delicate fingers. "Do you like my sweaty smell? That's how I smell after a good fuck. Sweat is sexy."

She tried to keep her cool, and keep him from blowing his load too fast. But she was so excited that she was losing control. She couldn't help but frantically rub his penis now that she'd cradled it in her hands. He already was in danger of blowing his load after only a minute or two. "Enough of that," she said, taking her hands away.

She waited a few more minutes until they both calmed down a bit. She tried not to say or do anything sexy so he could calm down, but there mere fact she was buck naked except for high heels kept him rock hard.

Finally, she couldn't wait any more, and said, "Finally. I want to show you something even better than jacking off. This is called a blowjob."

She placed her mouth delicately at the tip of his penis. At first she didn't even lick it. She just held it there. Alan tightened up and held on, liable to shoot his seed at any moment. But since she merely held it at her mouth, he slowly calmed down. Then her tongue came out to join in the fun. She began licking the tip, going round and round. Slowly, steadily, she began encompassing more and more of it. Finally, she couldn't stand the suspense, and just thrust it in her mouth all the way.

She was an expert cocksucker already from her previous experience with men. She was also very excited. It wasn't long before she began to go deep. She began bobbing her head in and out, taking him deep and then pulling way back until it was almost all the way out of her mouth.

Alan grasped the arms of his chair until he thought he'd break them off. He couldn't hold out long in the face of this new experience and deep probing. "I'm going to cum!" he shouted, and did.

She took it all in, and drank him all up, to the very last drop. Then he collapsed and she fell to the floor.

A couple of minutes later when Suzanne had picked herself up and somewhat composed herself, she said, "Thanks for the warning. A lot of women, especially inexperienced ones your age, don't like to take it in the mouth. So it's always good to give warning. I happen to be an experienced cocksucker, so I can take it any way you want it. It also so happens that I love the taste of your cum. So fill up my mouth any time. I could easily live on this stuff! You should try some yourself."

"Eww! Don't be gross!"

"Hey, don't knock it until you try it," Suzanne said with a very happy grin on her face.

"What if I try it like this?" Alan put his hands on her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

He thought he was being daring and sexy, but she pushed him away. "Whoa, Betsy! What do you think you're doing?"

That really surprised him. What confidence he'd been gaining suddenly crumbled. "I'm confused. I thought that you liked me! You're making me so aroused, how could I not kiss you?"

"I do like you! Very much. Too much. You're making me do crazy things. But remember what I said last night? We have to have boundaries. Remember that this is for your medical benefit. Don't start getting lovey-dovey on me. Remember Christine. Don't tell me you love me more than Christine, do you?" She was playing up the setting of limits because she suspected that Susan might be outside the door listening.

"It's over with Christine," Alan said sadly. "But anyways, my feelings for you are different. You're my.... Suzanne." He caught himself at the last minute from saying Aunt Suzy. He figured that would sound too weird in the current circumstances. "You have a special place in my heart."

"That's right, my Sweetie. You always know just what to say to please a lady. You're such a special young man. Your feelings for me are different. And your feelings for your mother are different again, right?"

"Right."

"Think of me as a really good friend, who also just happens to jack you off and suck your cock a lot. Would you like it if I help you like that?"

Another obvious question. "Hell yeah!"

"Goodie! I'm so happy that you'll have me as your special cocksucker! But remember the golden rule: look but don't touch, unless I say so. Do you think you can handle that? Do you like looking at me?" She got up and stood right above him. She thrust her chest out and asked, "Is there anything you see that you like looking at?"

Alan was incredulous. Did she really just call herself my "special cocksucker"?!? Holy fucking bloody hell! And now she's asking me if she's attractive? "Suzanne, are you deranged? Every square inch of you is perfection! Jesus Christ! I know I'm never going to see a sexier woman in my whole life!"

"Awww, you're so sweet. But I'm getting all old and flabby." She put her hands behind her head and struck another sexy pose, while she fished for more compliments.

"Suzanne, if you're old and flabby, then I'm... I don't know what I am. A monkey's uncle. You're so intensely amazing; I can't even put it into words. An eighteen year old girl could only dream of having your body." He contemplated saying, "I love you," but held back.

She stepped forward, drew him into a hug, and placed his head between her naked breasts. "You're not half bad yourself, Sweetie. All that tennis and swimming is paying off. You're really filling out lately. But don't be saying 'I love you' or think of me romantically, okay? That's something you do with girls your own age. I'm just a married woman who's helping you with your problem."

In truth, she wanted nothing more than to hear him say "I love you." But if her ambitious ultimate fantasy scheme were to work, the time for that would be later - he had to be emotionally open to lust and love from Susan and Katherine too.

She continued, "I must say, I'm so happy I can help with your problem. And if we have some fun in the process, then no harm done, right? If the doctor says I have to suck and stroke your cock many times a day, then that's just what I have to do, isn't it?"

Alan was really glad now he had held off from saying "I love you" - it was as if she'd read his mind and saw he was on the verge of saying something like that. He decided yet again that it was always best to say as little as possible in these situations. "You're the best, Suzanne!" he enthused, but her mention that she was married filled his head with the thought of adultery, and he felt very guilty even as he grew more turned on.

She responded, "Am I really? How do you know if I'm such a good cocksucker after just one time? Maybe I need to show you again, to prove my point." His penis was already hard again. She immediately got down on all fours and took it in her mouth. Alan put his hands on her head, already forgetting about the "no touching" rule.

The second time was much better than the first. The first time ended in just a couple minutes, but Alan had much greater stamina for the second go-around. She sucked and sucked, and took him in, almost to his balls. His brain reeled from pleasure and wonder. I can't believe anyone can fit that much penis inside a mouth. Damn!

Alan had been sitting on the ground near her, but halfway through the blowjob she propped him back up on the edge of the bed so that her hands could be freed up. This allowed her to finger herself at the same time. She'd frigged herself in front of him the night before, but this time Alan could see what she was doing, and watch with intense interest as her fingers disappeared up into her hole and then wiggled around. He saw her pull at her clit, but didn't even know what that was.

When they finally both came together, it was very loud. Both of them cried out loudly, now that there wasn't such a sense it had to be kept secret. In fact, Suzanne wanted Susan to hear just how much fun they were having to help convince Susan she should blow her son as well.

Alan collapsed back onto the bed. "That was amazing! Fantastic. I'm such a lucky man!"

"That you are," replied Suzanne, but as she said this she quickly strode to the door and opened it up a crack, even though she was buck-naked. She wanted to see if Susan had been listening in.

She arrived just in time to see a body quickly moving into the bathroom across the hall and less than ten feet from Alan's door. There was someone who had been eavesdropping, but Suzanne realized to her great surprise, Hey, that's Katherine, not Susan! Even better. So she's curious too. Excellent!

CHAPTER 7 (Saturday, Oct. 12)

Alan looked forward to the weekend with some trepidation and excitement. Being around the house all day long meant even more opportunities to experience teasing, temptation, and nudity. These kinds of encounters could still scare the shy teenager shitless. Most importantly, there were even more chances for further blowjobs and handjobs from Suzanne.

He didn't have to wait long. No more than an hour after breakfast, Suzanne found him in his room and gave him another blowjob. Afterwards she went and found Susan, and gave her a detailed account. She'd done the same with the blowjob from the afternoon before. The first time Suzanne did this, Susan had been struck mute, but now she at least found her voice. Each time Suzanne started such a conversation, Susan at first would pretend to be shocked and appalled. "Really, Suzanne, you shouldn't. That's more than I need to know. Please!"

But Suzanne would come back with a fig leaf justification that temporarily lessened Susan's guilt. She would say something along the lines, "Susan, remember that a blowjob or handjob in this house is not a sexual act, it's a medical procedure. It is our duty to make sure that Alan is being properly stimulated the requisite number of times and that there are no ill effects in the process. I know you're not happy about it, but it's your duty now to closely monitor the situation." After a few additional and increasingly feeble protests, Susan would give in.

Then Suzanne would describe what she did to Alan in the most graphic, detailed, and arousing manner she could muster. She would start with a clinical description, but then quickly move into much more passionate language. The only thing she held back with was some of her word choices. Words like "cock," "cunt," "jack off," and "tit" were too much for Susan's blushing ears. Susan tolerated Suzanne's use of the word "penis," but herself continued to use "member" or "thing."

Inevitably, as soon as Suzanne finished her description, she would make herself scarce and then Susan would suddenly find it prudent to conduct yet another "breast exam." She'd usually do it in the shower. She generally refrained from putting fingers actually inside her pussy, as that contradicted the breast exam excuse too blatantly, but thinking about Suzanne's hot talk while running her hands all over her body, especially her breasts, always sent her over the edge.

Up until this point in her life, Susan had just about the most vanilla and boring sexual life possible for a non-virgin to have. Her husband Ron seemed to think that sex was purely for the purposes of procreation. Any sex he had on top of that seemed to be done because it was something he thought he was obliged to do to appear to be a normal, dutiful husband.

Sometimes Susan wondered if Ron might not actually be a closeted homosexual. She knew that most men would have given their right arm to have sex with her, but Ron was never much into physical contact, even when he'd been courting her before marriage. Missionary position sex in the dark once or twice a year during his rare visits home was all she knew. The idea of handjobs and blowjobs was a new and exciting thing for her. Even seeing an erect penis in the light of day seemed like a fairly wild and crazy idea.

As a result, during her "breast exams" she didn't have to think very hard to get excited. All she had to do was recall the vision of Alan's penis she'd seen during the appointments with Akami. She would close her eyes and the hands around the penis would morph from Akami's to hers. Then, after her daydream had progressed for a while, she would find the penis somehow being forced down her mouth against her will. Sometimes it would be Akami and/or Dr. Fredrickson keeping her in place and shoving the penis down her throat, sometimes it would be Alan.

Suzanne's descriptions were so vivid that Susan felt as if she'd already had Alan's penis in her hands and in her mouth. As she sucked the penis she would discover she loved it and didn't need forcing. Her masturbatory fantasies rarely progressed to the idea of actually fucking, because the handjob and blowjob fantasies were so intense that they made her cum every time.

In her first couple of showers, she just left the shower head hanging on the wall, as usual. But then she used the hose and pointed the nozzle directly at her pussy. She considered putting a finger in her pussy too immoral to contemplate. However, with the pulse setting on and pointed right at her clit, should could get off easily without actually having to finger inside herself.

When it was over, the guilt would come, but that wouldn't stop her from doing it again the next day. In fact, she recalled Akami's comment that one could never have too many breast exams, and wondered if it might be better to do check herself more than once a day.

Alan played tennis with his friend Peter after lunch, and then took a nap. In the late afternoon he decided to go swimming in the backyard swimming pool. Every weekend he either did that, or swam in the ocean, or both. His sister Katherine was already sitting by the pool. She had just been swimming laps, and was drying in the sun. She swam in the pool a lot to keep in shape, and unlike Susan and Suzanne, she liked to work on her tan.

Seeing Alan coming, she stood up to say hello. "How are things, Alan?" she said jovially.

"Very good. Very, very, outstandingly good," he replied. His mind had been focused on Susan and Suzanne lately, but his sister had also been on his mind. She was dressing provocatively and acting sexily, and Alan wondered what it all meant with her, especially her cheerleading display a few days before. But it didn't occur to him that she might have figured out he was watching her naked, and neither of them brought the incident up.

"I can't possibly imagine why things are so good," she told him. "It can't possibly have to do with a certain attractive next door neighbor wrapping her mouth around someone's pecker, could it?" She giggled and blushed at the same time for being so forward. But she could hardly help but bring it up - for the last several hours she'd been thinking of little else.

"Hey, how did you know that?!?"

Katherine lay down on a lawn chair. "Oh, I don't know. A little bird told me. Not to mention the fact that my room is ten feet from yours."

Alan wanted to change the subject. Seeing her in a one-piece bathing suit was enough to get him hard again and drive all other thoughts and moral dilemmas out of his mind. "You look very cute in that suit," he said.

"Oh, you think so?" Katherine was very pleased with the compliment. Up until recently, Alan had gone out of his way to avoid thinking about his sister's body. Usually that was easy because she dressed so conservatively. When she would go swimming he'd usually steer clear of the pool because she would get shy and get out of the water if he was around. As a result, this was the first time in a long time they were at their own pool together.

Katherine on the other hand, had secretly harbored sexual feelings for Alan long before his recent medical diagnosis. Ninety-nine plus percent of the time she kept them out of her mind, but the idea was in her head in her nastiest, most forbidden dreams. Never in her wildest imaginings did she think she'd ever act on such feelings, but with all the changes in recent days, she began to think that maybe it was time that she too, "helped" Alan with his "problem." She'd been masturbating in her bed practically as much as Alan recently, thinking about giving such help.

Listening in on Suzanne giving Alan a blowjob earlier in the day boosted her confidence to take her teasing with Alan a step further. Burned into her brain was the mental image of Suzanne, who she considered to be nearly her second mother, with her mouth wrapped around her brother's penis. It was about the most arousing thing she'd ever imagined, as she knew it really happened. The thought drove onwards, but she still battled with her prudishness.

She decided the compliment of her bathing suit was just the opening she needed to do a little more teasing, especially as she knew no one else was home. "You may like this bathing suit, but I don't," she pouted.

"Why not?" Alan asked, falling in a trap.

"You've seen the stuff Mom and Suzanne have been wearing these days, and I still have to wear a one-piece bathing suit! I need a new one. Anyways, I've been wearing this one so long that I've gotten some serious tan lines on it." She grabbed the edge of the suit underneath her armpit and pulled it inward towards her nipple.

"You see right there? You see the tan line?" She kept pulling her suit inwards until her tit completely popped out of the suit. But she acted like that was nothing unusual, and just left her suit that way. "I have to get rid of these awful lines."

"Y-y-yes, I can see," Alan stammered. "The tan line."  He was shocked, but she was nearly as surprised as him at what she just did. It was as if her hands had a mind of their own.

"But it's like that all over!" Katherine moaned. "Look, it's the same on the other side." She pulled on her suit until her other tit popped out. The bathing suit now bunched up in her cleavage.

She looked up at Alan for his reaction, and was satisfied to see he was intensely fixated and aroused. So she decided to move on, and rotated her body so Alan could see her butt while still checking out her naked tits. "Look on the butt, too. The tan line is even worse down there."

She pulled at the edge of her suit on her butt until she completely revealed an ass cheek. Then she did the same on the other side. Now her suit was stuffed in her ass crack as well as in her cleavage.

Alan was too stunned to speak, so she went on, "What do you think I can do about this problem, until I get a new suit? The more I'm in the sun, the worse it gets!" She looked at him like this was a dire problem and she couldn't just go out and get a new suit tomorrow (in actual fact, she wore a two-piece bikini when hanging around with her fellow cheerleaders swimming at school, and only wore the more conservative one at home).

Alan stared at her for a minute or two and then realized she was expecting an answer. He squeaked out, "I don't know." He was having a hard time concentrating on the question.

"Oh wait, I know! I have an idea!" she said happily. "What if I just sunbathe topless? That will get rid of those tan lines."

She pulled her shoulder straps down and off of her arms, but kept her swimsuit on from right below her tits and downwards. "That feels better!" she cried out. Grabbing the bunched up suit below her boobs, she pushed it up into her boobs and out, and began sliding the fabric back and forth. Her completely exposed rack began swishing back and forth along with the fabric.

She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she seemingly had no control over her actions any more. The old, prudish Katherine had literally completely disappeared, overtaken by lust. Just as happened to her mother, her intellect shut off and she had no idea what she would do next.

"I know these boobs don't compare with Susan's and Suzanne's. I wish so much they were bigger!" she cried out as she continued to jiggle them. She saw how much Alan was fascinated with Susan's jiggling boobs the night before, and tried to imitate what turned him on. It worked. Alan now stood about ten feet away and continued to come in closer, like a moth drawn to a flame.

Alan spoke. "Katherine, don't say that! I think your breasts are perfectly fine."

"Fine? Just fine? Suzanne's are super, mom's are fantastic, and mine are just fine? You might as well say adequate!" She jiggled them even more enthusiastically.

"No, I didn't mean it that way," Alan protested. "I think you have the best tits in the whole high school. I really mean that."

"Really? But what about Amy, just next door? She has those same damn big boob genes Suzanne has. And what about the head cheerleader Heather? And what about..."

"Hey, just a minute!" Alan interjected. "Bigger is not always better. There may be one or two who have bigger ones than you, but I still think yours are the best in school."

"Awww, you're just saying that," she said, delighted. She continued to shake them back and forth. "What about my nipples? Don't you think they're too small?" She put her hands directly on her boobs and began pinching and pulling at her nipples. She tried to keep shaking her tits by thrusting her shoulders.

"No, I like them a lot," Alan said. "Don't knock your body. You have a great body! And your face. It's so lovely!"

She was astounded at his compliments, as he'd never complimented her appearance ever before. But she continued to play. "Maybe my problem is this suit then. I think it's far too small on me. Look! It barely even covers my most private parts." Leaving her tits exposed, she grabbed her suit with both hands just above her pussy, and pinched the fabric together so the sides of her hairy pussy were showing. Then she pulled up, shoving the suit deep into her vulva and ass crack.

She began masturbating herself with the suit, pulling it up and down repeatedly. She finally fell to the ground and continued pulling the suit higher and higher away from her body. She splayed her legs wide to give Alan a perfect display of her lewd show. She didn't care about anything at all - it was as if she were completely possessed.

She began openly panting and moaning. Her legs impulsively kicked into the air. This was easily already the most intense masturbatory experience Katherine ever had. She started a powerful orgasm that went on and on. She began gasping, "Oh no! Alan! Fuck! Oh God!"

Her display was so startling that Alan suddenly became aware how they were outside and that in theory anyone could be watching. He quickly looked all around, but realized the odds of anyone looking into their remote backyard were between slim and none. His most serious problem was if someone like Susan came home. Amy also often walked into their house through the back patio, and could come across them at any time.

He looked back at Katherine, and saw that she was now getting on all fours, as if she wanted to be fucked doggy-style. She pulled her suit down her legs and stuck her ass up into the air in his direction.

"My ass!" she cried out. She wanted to continue the banter with Alan, but she was too far gone to think straight. She lost track of everything except her hand on her butt. She used her hand to rub all over. Her pussy was leaking like a river, so she got her hands wet and spread her pussy juices all over her ass. Finally she opened her pussy lips for Alan, and then plunged her finger into it. She finger fucked herself as her ass and in fact her whole body rocked up and down.

Alan steadily drew closer until he stood over her only two or three feet away. He was tempted to reach out and hold her delicious ass in his hands. But some shred of sanity told him that would lead to disaster.

Alan thought, I can't touch her – I can't! Once I start on such an obviously horny woman who knows where it'll end. Actually, I know exactly where it will end - I'll fuck my own sister! I can't! Not only that, but odds are good someone will be home soon. Susan is likely to come home from shopping at any time, 'cos she has to prepare dinner.

So he restrained himself. He even managed to keep his penis in his swimsuit, though he was sorely tempted to masturbate along with his sister. But he could only take so much, and his willpower slipped a little further every second.

She finally appeared to calm down, and collapsed completely on the floor. She took her swimsuit all the way off her butt and pulled it down to her knees. She just lay there with her ass still poking up into the air, looking up at Alan and smiling at him. "How did you like the show?" she asked.

But the show wasn't really over. Even as she said this, she put her hands on her pussy and began rubbing it. She thought, It's like my pussy is itching worse than the worst case of poison ivy, and I've got no choice but to scratch it! I can't believe I'm actually doing this in front of my brother! This must just be an erotic dream - it can't be real.

"Shit. That was amazing, Sis! This is the hottest thing I think I've ever seen!"

Katherine asked, "Remember when we were little kids of about five or six, and we played show and tell? Since I've shown you mine, I think it's your turn to show me yours." Sweat poured down her face, and she felt as if she would die of pleasure. She'd never been remotely as aroused as she was right now, and wanted to cry out at the top of her lungs in joy.

"I don't know..." Alan said doubtfully. "What about someone coming along? Amy could walk..." His resolve continued to weaken.

"Show me your big thick cock!" Katherine interrupted with an impatient yell. "I'm doing this to help inspire you with your problem, so take it out and jack off! That's what you're supposed to do. Shoot your seed like the doctor says you should! Shoot it all over my ass! Give me your big load! Cover me in cum!" Some tiny part of her brain recoiled in horror at her words but was shoved aside by the larger part of her brain hijacked by pure lust.

"Katherine, sssh! Someone might hear!"

"I'm going to scream out loud right now unless you show me your dick! Take it out!" Her fingers furiously worked inside her pussy.

"Well... Maybe... Okay, let's be quick about it." Alan pushed his penis out the bottom of his shorts and grabbed it with a hand.

"Looks like someone else has a suit that's too tight," Katherine joked. She spoke more quietly now and was more subdued in the wake of her orgasm. "You know I love you and I wasn't gonna scream. But dammit, rub it! I wanna see you jack off! I wanna see you cum. I wanna see you cum all over me!"

Alan's resistance broke down a little more, and he began masturbating his penis out in the wide-open back yard. "Katherine, this isn't right," Alan complained even as he unabashedly stroked himself. "I'm your brother and you're my sister. We can't do this kind of thing. For starters, what if Mom saw?"

"I'm just giving you mental stimulation for your problem. We're not even touching each other!" Katherine said between her panting. Her hand in her pussy was a blur of motion and she already was working up towards another orgasm. "But it's not fair – I'm naked and your not. Take it all off!"

Alan pulled his swimsuit off himself and threw it aside. He justified it by noting it wasn't hiding anything any more anyway. Both of them continued to masturbate mere feet from each other.

"Let's just not get caught," she said after another minute or two. "Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself! Do you like to watch your horny little sister cum? I'm cumming for you, Alan! For you!"

Alan in fact was about to orgasm despite his best efforts to hold it off. Katherine had no such need to hold off, and began another, whole series of small orgasms.

But just then, they heard the sound of the garage door opening. Alan cried, "Oh shit! Mom must be home!" His penis twitched, and he strained to control his muscles so he wouldn't cum. But it was a losing battle, and he started to cum even as he moved towards the pool, yelling, "Quick, grab your suit and jump in the pool!" Katherine and Alan both jumped in the pool and put their suits on after they were already in the water. Alan figured that was the safest thing to do. The water would clean them from the smell of sweat and sex.

Luckily for Alan, just about all of his cum shot into the pool as he was jumping into it, and then his penis continued to pump out more semen underwater. But the experience was largely ruined by the ill-timed interruption.

However, they needn't have worried too much about Susan, because she'd gone shopping and so she spent a number of minutes taking bags of groceries into the house. Susan took so long to come out that Katherine joked about starting things up again, right in the pool.

CHAPTER 8

When Susan finally came out to say hello to them, Alan and Katherine looked as innocent as angels, dressed in their suits and swimming laps in the pool. Alan at least was looking angelic - had Susan looked closely she might have noticed a wild look still in Katherine's eyes. The only close call was that Susan happened to stand only about a foot away from a puddle of Katherine's pussy juice as she talked to them. Their mother commented, "I'm so glad to see you two swimming together. You haven't done that in ages!"

With her eyes unconsciously drawn to the cum puddle, Katherine answered, "Mom, it's this new sexing up policy. I love it! I'm just relaxing and having so much fun. I feel like I'm opening up all the way and letting in new experiences." She said this last sentence with special meaning directed towards Alan. She turned to Alan and winked just to make sure he got the picture. Alan recalled her opening up when she spread her pussy lips for him just minutes earlier, and wondered if the "new experience" she was so eager to let in was resting between his legs. He gulped nervously, but his mother didn't notice.

Susan said approvingly, "Oh, that's so good to hear. I love how you two get along so well; so much better than most siblings." She smiled benignly. "You're both such perfect little angels!"

Katherine was still randy, and replied, "We definitely are becoming much closer than most siblings. Much closer! Don't you think, Big Brother?" She giggled happily.

Alan just coughed nervously. Susan left a minute later after asking what they wanted for dinner.

As soon as his mother was gone, Alan burst into anger. "Sis! What the hell came over you? Were you possessed? ARE you possessed?"

In actual fact, Katherine really was more or less still possessed by lust as he asked this. But his obvious distress about what happened cooled her ardor tremendously. As if snapping out if it, she said, "I'm sorry. Really sorry." She hurriedly pulled herself out of the pool. "I don't know what came over me." She rushed back to her room. Once there, she burst into tears at the magnitude of what she had done as she fully snapped out of the erotic fugue she'd been in.

Alan also returned to his room. He took another cold shower, and tried to think of anything but Susan, Suzanne, or now, especially Katherine. No luck. He considered talking to Katherine, but decided to give her some time to sort herself out. Finally he put on one of his favorite albums, The White Album by the Beatles. He lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and listened to it on headphones to escape the world. That kept his mind successfully occupied until dinner.

Dinner brought more seductive clothing and poses from Susan, as well as Suzanne who ate with them yet again. But Katherine was covered up, demure, and even morose. She was extremely upset with he