They kept going like that for a while, until they both started to orgasm. It seemed the shuddering and climaxing would never end. Had someone walked in then, neither girl would have noticed or cared. Actually, it was fair odds that someone could come in at any time. The danger of being caught only made them that much more horny, when they took the time to remember where they were.

Finally, both were too tired to go on, and took a break. They sat underneath the water as it poured from the showers and regained their strength.

"Are you keeping track of time?" Katherine asked. She lazily ran her hands over Heather's slick, bronzed skin. She added with a smile, "I guess being forced to have sex with you isn't such a bad thing, after all."

"The only thing I'm wearing is my watch," replied Heather. "We've got lots of time... By the way, for such a stuck-up prude, you can lick and finger pretty well. You seem to have some experience with women. I had you figured all wrong. And such enthusiasm! I was rather looking forward to really forcing you, but this is just as fun, if not better."

"Well, you're nice!" replied Katherine sarcastically. "My only experience with this is with Kim in the last week. And you, for such a stuck up bitch, I have to admit you're pretty hot."
Heather let the "stuck up bitch" comment slide, since they were so intimate at the moment.

Katherine went on, "And not too shy with women either. To think you've been watching us cheerleaders practice every day - I can only wonder what you've been thinking. Whatever would your boyfriend, the star quarterback, have to say?"

"He'd get all hot and bothered if he could see us." She began to caress Katherine's wet and glistening shoulders and boobs as if to emphasize the point. She started to soap her again since the soap had mostly washed away. "But that prick isn't going to get so lucky. I just do him for the status. I've got a couple of other pricks on the side which are much more filling and tasty."

They began to kiss, lick and finger each other all over again. Their hands slipped and sled all over their bodies. Heather generally took the lead, since she was much more experienced in Sapphic lovemaking. Katherine leaned up against the wall of the shower while Heather got on her knees behind and ate her out as the water ran down all over them.

"Wait," said Heather suddenly. "I almost forgot!" She got up, ran to her locker and dripped water all the way. She came back with a black dildo that wasn't too thick, but was at least a foot long. It was handheld and not of the strap-on type.

"Mr. Excitement!" she said. "It's even got batteries." She turned it on, and it began to shake and even rotate. "I hope we don't get electrocuted," she giggled.

She walked towards Katherine with it. "Are you ready for this throbbing monster?"

"Wait!" said Katherine. "I'm still a virgin! I don't want my first time to be with Mr. Excitement!"

"I still don't feel a hymen," Heather said skeptically as she probed deep inside Katherine's pussy with her fingers.

"I am! You know how prudish I was before last week. But now I'm getting all slutty, and I don't think I'll be one much longer. Next time we do it, I'll be happy to feel Mr. Excitement, but for now let me do it to you."

Heather could hardly object to that. "Get me off!" she cried. She turned off the water, leaned up against the wall, and thrust her ass out.

Katherine held Mr. Excitement in her hand, but she hesitated, happy just to soak in the view.

Katherine was staggered with Heather's beauty. The head cheerleader's perfect butt was raised high in the air, and bent higher and higher as Heather wriggled in anticipation for the dildo to come. A deep tan covered every inch of Heather's privates. It made her naturally blonde bush stand out in contrast all the more.

As if that wasn't enticing enough, Katherine loved the way the water from the recently turned-off shower head continued to roll down Heather's skin. Mesmerized, she watched the water roll down Heather's back, ass, and legs, and fall to the floor.

"What's taking you so long?" Heather asked, a little bit irked.

"Just admiring the view. Sorry. ... And I can't believe this is happening right here in the locker room."

Katherine snapped out of her reverie and put Mr. Excitement in all the way. Then she stuck a finger in Heather's anus and began to finger her there, even as she reached around and began to grope Heather's dangling boobs and pinched her nipples. From the surprised and happy sounds Heather made, it seemed the anal finger was a new experience even for the very experienced head cheerleader.

The two went on like that for some time, until both of them were nearly completely dry from their showers. They could have kept it up for much longer, but their fun came to a sudden halt when they heard the door leading from outside to the girl's locker room open.

They both froze. It took a few seconds for someone to walk farther into to locker before they could turn and walk down a hallway and into the showers, but that's exactly what they heard someone doing.

Katherine thought, Shit! Caught again! Twice in one day.

CHAPTER 4

As they separated from each other and tried to stand up, they heard a voice, "Heather? Katherine?"

It was Amy. She turned a corner and saw them both naked in the showers as they tried and failed to act casual. Her eyes opened wide.

"Hi Amy!" they said simultaneously, both faking enthusiasm to see her.

"Hi! There you are!" Amy said happily and casually - she didn't stay surprised for long. "I heard the water running. Janice sent me to see what was taking you." She frowned, quizzically. "But why are you two taking showers in the middle of class? ... And Heather! What's that thing sticking out of you?!?" She pointed towards Heather's pussy.

"Oh shit!" both Katherine and Heather involuntarily said at once. A good six inches of the big black dildo stuck out of Heather's pussy and into the air.

For once in her life, Heather felt totally ashamed. Especially when she realized just how liberally her pussy juices flowed off of the dildo. For a moment, she thought she was totally ruined, and lamely attempted to cover herself. Heather had done a lot of wild things, but she'd never been caught.

Katherine quickly sidled up to Heather's ear and whispered, "Don't worry; you know how Amy is so clueless and malleable. Let me handle this. Just follow my lead."

"Amy!" Katherine said out loud in a casual voice. "That's a good question! Why don't you come over here and I'll explain all about it." She had no idea what she would say, but she was stalling for time.

"M'kay!" said a happy and completely unsuspicious Amy. "But wait. It's wet over there. And what about practice?"

"Don't worry about practice. After all, Heather is head cheerleader and she says this is an important part of your practice too, right Heather?"

"Right," said Heather uncertainly, still recovering from being caught.

"We're just practicing some different kind of stuff. So just take off your clothes and come over here. You probably could use a shower anyway."

Amy began to take her clothes off. "Yeah, Janice is making us all sweaty." She shucked off her clothes so enthusiastically that it seemed as if it was a crime for her to ever wear clothing in the first place.

As Amy took off her clothes, Katherine whispered again in Heather's ear, "Let's have a little fun with Amy, but not too much, okay? Follow my lead."

Heather just nodded dumbly in reply as she watched Amy strip. She was blown away by the situation - she prided herself on never getting caught and didn't even know what to do if she was caught. She was so wrapped up in the situation that she'd completely forgotten about the dildo which still obscenely protruded out of her pussy.

Amy was out of her clothes in a flash and shyly walked over towards them with a hand over her pussy and an arm over her considerable boobs. Katherine wasn't sure if she was happy or jealous that of all the women in the high school these were nearly the only other two with bigger boobs than her own, though not by much. Katherine and Heather each stood under individual shower heads where water lightly flowed onto them.

Heather suddenly realized how bizarre Katherine must look to a stranger: completely naked, but with black panties painted on. She couldn't help asking Amy, "Amy, aren't you wondering about Katherine's black panties as well?"

Amy blushed, and acted like she wanted to answer but couldn't.

"That's okay, Amy," Katherine butted in. "Heather is the other person who knows." She turned towards Heather and added, "Heather, I already explained to Amy the other day about the panties. I gave her a very brief explanation about how I forgot them on Friday and you're punishing me for forgetting by making me wear these for a week." She emphasized the words "very brief" in the hope that Heather would get the hint not to say anything more, such as mentioning Kim's role.

Amy smiled, relieved that she wasn't in a bind about keeping that a secret from Heather. "Oh, good," she said.

"Amy already knew?" said Heather, slow on the uptake.

Katherine pressed on. "Yes. Here Amy, why don't you stand here and take a shower while we talk. We were just finishing our own showers." She led Amy to the showerhead next to her own.

Amy grabbed the soap and began to soap up her impressive body. For a moment, both Heather and Katherine just watched Amy showering and admired her remarkable, if slightly heavy, body. Amy might even have given Heather a run for her money in the Homecoming Queen contest if she had the right personality to go along with her calendar girl physique.

But Katherine meanwhile still had no idea how she could explain why a dildo stuck out of Heather's pussy, nor why the two of them had taken so much time away from practice. She wasn't too worried now that the shock of being caught had worn off - it was the clueless and naive Amy after all, so the threshold for believability was pretty low. But she still frantically searched her brain for any ideas to say.

"Amy," Katherine finally began.

"Mmmm-hmm?" cooed Amy as she enjoyed her shower.

"You know how Heather said I had a muscle cramp? Well, she started massaging me between my legs, where my cramp was. And after while, it felt better, but... What was really weird is, all this whitish liquid started pouring out of my vagina. Neither of us could figure that out. So Heather put her hands up in there to see what was happening, and that seemed to just made it happen even more."

"Really?" said a rapt Amy. "I have the same problem too! Remember how you, um, helped me out a few days ago?" Amy referred to the day Katherine and Alan shaved her pussy but tried to be vague since she wasn't sure if that also was a secret with Heather or not.

"Yeah," said Katherine. "I said that it was okay if you touched yourself down there."

Heather looked at Katherine with a very surprised glance and wondered what exactly they referred to. Heather knew that Katherine was one of Amy's "protectors" from sexual mischief, so she found Katherine's new behavior- starting from not wearing panties on Friday up to this- extremely puzzling.

"Exactly!" said Amy, relieved since she wanted to say that, but hadn't since that it was part of the secret, too. "So I began touching myself there, starting that very day. And it seemed like after I did that for a while, a liquid started to come out of me, too! Just like your problem. I was too shy to ask my mom what it was."

"We don't know what it is either," lied Katherine, "but I'm afraid it may be some kind of problem. So anyways... Actually, Amy, why don't you sit down in front of us and show us what you do to make the liquid come out?"

"M'kay!" said a happy and still soap-sudded Amy. She sat down underneath her showerhead and pushed her fingers into her pussy and began to rub. With both arms in her crotch, her boobs pushed out impressively.

Heather greatly desired to reach out and touch them, boobs which were a near mirror image of her own, but she held back very reluctantly and waited for direction from Katherine.

"Anyway," Katherine continued, "so Heather used her fingers on me much like what you're doing right now. And this liquid kept coming out. It would even make me shudder sometimes, and made me feel really good, and hot too."

"Really?" interrupted Amy. "Gosh! That happens to me, too!"

"Yeah. So Heather and I were thinking that it must be something really serious. Heather has been helping me figure it out, in case I'm really sick or something. I get hot like I have fever, so maybe I'm sick."

"Oh no!" cried Amy. "That means I must be sick, too!"

"Maybe," continued Katherine. "But maybe it happens to everyone. We weren't sure. So to test that, I thought we should check with Heather, and see if she also leaks this fluid. So I began rubbing her vagina, too." Katherine wanted to show with a visual example, but Heather's pussy was still occupied with the throbbing, rotating dildo. She appeared somewhat glassy eyed.

"Heather, why don't you show Amy what we mean?"

They all sat now, with the water still falling on them. Heather scooted closer, and opened up Katherine's black pussy lips. She was fascinated by the painted lips and gushy pink interior.

Heather let out a squeal of pleasure as it suddenly occurred to her that they weren't going to get in any trouble at all and that in fact they could keep doing what they'd been doing with Amy a possible extra pleasure.

She adjusted to her new role. "Yes, Amy. Take a look at this. You see this stuff coming out?"

"Yeah?" Amy replied.

"This is the problem. And I'm not even doing anything. Watch what happens when I start doing this." Heather worked her fingers in and out of Katherine's pussy while Amy did the same to herself.

There was a silence for a few moments, except for the sounds of squishy pussy noises. Then Katherine continued, "So anyways, Amy, I did that to Heather for a while, like what she's doing to me now. And lo and behold! She began leaking the liquid too. So Amy, do you know what that means?"

"Wh-what?" Amy had already begun to lose it, due to the ministrations of her fingers. She was very sensitive.

"That means you and I aren't sick! If it happens to all three of us, three randomly-chosen women, that can't just be coincidence. It must happen to everyone."

"Oh... Woooow..." said Amy. Drool rolled down from her mouth, only to get washed away by the shower's water.

"So that's where this big black thing comes in," continued Katherine and pointed to the dildo which was still buried and rotated in Heather's pussy. "We thought, maybe if we can't stop our vaginas from leaking, then maybe we could plug them up with something, and then we could go back out to practice. So we looked all over for something to use as a plug, and couldn't find anything but this thing, which is called a dildo. It's actually made to be a pussy plug. We put it in Heather, and it seems to be working. She still feels really good, but she's not leaking as much, right Heather?"

"Uh? Yeah, right." Right at that moment Heather was distracted by her own orgasms, very turned on between the sight of Amy pleasuring herself and believing the absurd story.

"Oh woooow..." was all Amy could add, as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Soon she and Katherine began their own powerful orgasms. Both of them had their legs spread as wide as they could go, which was very wide for a couple of limber cheerleaders.

Finally, Katherine said, "Amy, would you like to try? Would you like us to stick this big dildo up your pussy and see if it also stops you from leaking?"

"Umm, isn't she a virgin?" Heather asked Katherine quietly.

"No," replied Amy herself. "Jack Johnson raped me last year!" She said this happily like she said most things, as if she described getting an A on a test and not a rape.

The Mr. Excitement dildo popped out. "Here," said Heather to Katherine. Heather was too lost in an erotic fog to do much by this point.

Katherine said to Amy, "Okay, get on all fours and spread your legs real wide again. Then I'll push the dildo in."

Amy immediately did what she was told. Katherine slowly pushed the dildo into Amy's pussy, inch by inch. At least six inches stuck out when it was all the way in.

Both Heather and Katherine were incredibly turned on by Amy's eagerness to assume such an obscene position, without even really knowing why she did it.

"The only problem with this strange dildo thing," added Katherine, "is that it won't keep still! I don't know what it's for, but it keeps shaking all over the place, and turning around. But it appears to be working, do you think?"

"Yes? Oh gosh! Yes!" screamed Amy. "It feels... fantastic!"

Amy writhed around for several minutes. Amy remained in her position of practically doing the splits. She wore a wide, gleeful smile.

Katherine sat behind her and "assisted" the dildo as she ran her hands all around Amy's ass while she pushed the dildo in and out. She "discovered" Amy's clitoris and the wonderful feelings it could cause when tweaked. They all agreed that was another mystery that needed more exploration and understanding.

Heather felt a bit neglected to be without Katherine or Mr. Excitement, but she was nonetheless plenty aroused frigging herself while she watched Amy from behind.

Eventually, Katherine stole a glance at Heather's watch. Then she sternly said, "Heather, look at the time. I really think you should return to the cheerleading practice. I'm surprised Janice didn't send someone else after Amy to see what's keeping her too. Go back there and tell them that I got really sick despite you trying to help, and that Amy helped take me home. We'll finish up here and go home early. Other girls are going to start finishing their sports and coming in here and taking showers soon, so it's really all over anyways."

Heather sighed. She wanted their fun to keep going on and on. She still hadn't been able to play with Amy's ample tits yet. Heather wanted to be in control, but clearly Katherine was much more in the know and thus took charge in this situation. "Okay, I guess," said a reluctant Heather as she got up and began to dry herself off.

Katherine turned to Amy. "Amy, I know it feels good, but you have to finish, too. When it comes to most things with pussies, um, I mean vaginas, it's good to keep them completely secret. You don't want anyone to see you doing this, ever. This is another super-secret, okay? You won't talk to anyone about this except Heather and me, when we're in private. Together, the three of us will solve this leaking problem. Okay?"

"M'kay!" said Amy happily. Then she frowned and looked over at Heather putting on her clothes. When she pulled the dildo from her nether regions, she held it up as it dripped pussy juice everywhere and asked, "But do you guys mind if I borrow this for a little while? It's really neat!"

Katherine realized with great relish that her time to be fucked by Alan would come very soon. But there was one problem: she wanted her first fuck with her brother to be perfect, and not marred by her funny, painted black butt. So she grabbed a rough brush she had brought along for the occasion and rubbed all of the paint off of her. She also had Amy help out.

Thanks to the right implements, Amy's help, and the desire to get the job done as fast as possible instead of playing around, the paint came off in ten minutes instead of the hour it took Alan. Other girls began to come into the locker room right as they finished up.

CHAPTER 5

Meanwhile, back on their quiet suburban street, Susan was lost in her erotic thoughts. She could hardly wait until her husband left for work and her children left for school so she could get naked. And get naked she did.

Oh, dear Lord, I'm so depraved, she thought to herself as she took off her clothes, even as she looked out the front window and saw her husband drive away towards work. I'm growing worse every day! Please, please, I beg of you, Lord, please give me the strength to resist temptation! You know what I speak of. My son. My dreamboat, handsome son. So kind. So innocent. So... Arrgh! I'm getting carried away here. My point is, Lord, I have to resist, don't I? Please! Answer my prayers. Give me a sign, some kind of sign. Tell me what I should do!

By the time Susan had all her clothes off. She moved away from the front window for fear that someone might see. As she walked towards the kitchen with her clothes in her hands, she thought, There's nothing wrong with just being naked. It's not like I'm doing anything immoral. We're all naked before the Lord anyways, right? I just need to release my urges in a private, harmless way. I don't know why, but taking off my clothes makes me feel sooo good. I really don't know why. Maybe it's because I imagine Alan looking at me. What if he could see me right now, what would he do? Would he want to do nasty things to me? Like, would he want to take his magnificent, hard... No. Don't think those thoughts Susan. Just let your mind go blank. ... I think I'll just clean up the kitchen a bit dressed like this.

Susan raised her arms above her head and stretched. Aaaaahhhh.... This feels great. I have nothing to be ashamed about with my body. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty damn good-looking. That's what people say, at least. And the way that my Tiger looks at me sometimes shows that... No. I can't think like that. God, give me strength! Please, Lord, please!

She put her clothes on the kitchen counter and picked up a sponge. Then she paused. Ahhh, shit. Who am I kidding? This nakedness isn't enough. I've gotta go masturbate, like, NOW, just like I did yesterday at this time, and the day before that. I'm doing it too much! Too many times a day. It's like I've become addicted.

But just then she heard the front door open. Oh holy mother of God! Suzanne! Shit! Susan dropped the sponge and ran frantically down a hall way and into the lower bathroom before Suzanne could see her in her complete nakedness.

How stupid of me, she thought bitterly. Suzanne is coming over sooner and sooner these days. She's not even giving me time for a quick masturbation after the kids leave. Damn! And worse, what am I going to wear now?

She looked around the bathroom. To her great relief, she realized a hamper for dirty clothes was in it. She fished around and found a top and skirt of hers that weren't noticeably dirty. She put them on. Then she flushed the toilet, to help explain her absence to Suzanne.

Elsewhere in the house, Suzanne walked around to look for her best friend. When she reached the kitchen she saw the pile of clothes still on the kitchen counter. Hmm. This is odd, to say the least. Susan is normally so neat. I wonder if this was what she wore earlier. I'll have to ask Alan or Katherine later on what their mother had on at breakfast. Hmm.

Susan came out of the bathroom and entered the kitchen. "Hey, friend," she said to Suzanne as she smiled and waved, and Suzanne replied in kind as she sat down at the counter. But Susan had a guilty look on her face - she was a horrible actress and a bad liar. Then, when Suzanne saw her pile of clothes on the counter, her guilty smile turned to open-mouthed horror.

Susan lamely tried to cover for their presence. "Oh, what a mess. Here, let me put these away." She took the clothes and went to put them in the same hamper where she came from.

As Suzanne was left alone, she thought to herself, She's acting guilty as hell about those clothes. What's going on here? Think, Suzanne, think. ... Wait, I get it! She must have been naked in the kitchen when I came in. I thought I heard some running around. I must have interrupted ... what? Why was she naked in the kitchen, all alone? Doing the dishes naked, maybe? There's a sponge on the floor here. Wait a minute. I know what this means. She's so fucking horny all the time now that she's naked or masturbating, or both, every chance she gets! Why, Ron only left a couple of minutes ago. I saw the car drive away.

She's tearing off her clothes just as soon as she can get the chance! That gets ME so hot! Fuck! To think she was so frigid all these years; now she's like a nymphomaniac. And it's my scheme pushing her to Alan that's doing it. This is so great. If she has any bisexual tendencies at all, my bigger scheme to bed the whole Plummer family is really going to come true! No shit! Damn!

Suzanne was lost in a reverie. She had the most blissful and joyous expression on her face, as if she'd just won the lottery. A quizzical "Suzanne?" from Susan snapped her out of it.

Now it was Suzanne's turn to look guilty. But Suzanne was a much better actress. She covered up her true feelings within seconds. "Sorry, drifted off there for a second. I guess I'm still waking up. Still dreaming."

"I know the feeling," Susan said perhaps a bit too truthfully. "Must have been a good dream."

"It's a great one, Susan. My favorite fantasy."

"Oh, sounds fun. What is it?" Susan asked happily. Her earlier guilt and nervousness were gone.

"I can't tell you just yet. Maybe someday. What's your favorite fantasy?"

Susan's guilt flooded back. She stammered, "I, uh, uh, I, I can't tell either." She turned away and blushed.

How cute, Suzanne thought. Talk about being able to read someone like a book. As if we don't both know exactly who she's thinking about in her fantasy. But I just love Susan for her cute and innocent ways like this. What an angel. To think this shy and proper woman was just standing in this same room a couple of minutes ago, completely starkers. It beggars the imagination. ... I must be getting in her way though. I'll bet she'd love nothing better than to fuck herself into unconsciousness, right now, thinking about her hunky son. She must be hoping that I'll leave. This is all getting me so hot, I'd better go do myself back at my place. Good thing no one else is home.

"You know, Susan, I just thought of something. I'd love to sit and chat like this all day, but it occurred to me I actually have an important errand to run. For once in my life."

Susan laughed, but it was still nervous laughter.

"I'd better get going. Let's hang out later. I'll be back in say, two hours?"

"Perfect!" said Susan. That'll give me plenty of time to rub myself. I'm still so worked up!

After a few more pleasantries, Suzanne went back to her house next door. Just as Susan had done with her husband, she watched Suzanne go and waited until the coast was clear. Then she shucked her clothes off. She ran upstairs and hopped in bed. Despite her eagerness to be naked, she still could only masturbate in two places: under the covers of her bed, or in the shower.

Once she returned to her own house, Suzanne took the other alternative: the shower. For security's sake, she didn't dare walk around naked or frig herself just anywhere, in case her son or husband happened to come home for some bizarre reason.

At first she frigged herself wildly in the shower until she came with a feverish intensity. Then, exhausted, she got out, soaking wet, and sat down in the bathroom to rest. She started to think some more, and slowly grew aroused again.

As she ran her hands slowly over her legs, she thought, Boy, that Susan is really something. My seemingly decades-long quest to get her to become more cultured - go to plays, the opera, listen to classical music, appreciate fine wine - it hasn't been terribly successful. But then I try to get her to go after her own son, and she's become a hopeless case in a matter of weeks! This is so much more fun than my culture lessons.

But this path is also full of danger. Not Ron or my husband - who cares about them? The problem is, Susan and Alan might get so into each other that they'll completely forget about me. After all, they have that whole taboo / forbidden fruit appeal thing going on, not to mention such a long and close loving relationship. And I always thought I could out-sexy any woman, but Susan is easily at least my match with her body. I just have three things in my favor, over her. One: a readiness to go farther with him, and faster. With any luck, I can be his first fuck. Two: a more devious and scheming mind, and greater awareness. Three: much greater sexual experience. That's key. That'll be my main weapon to win both of them. I'm sure I can lick and suck and kiss and fuck way better than Susan. And Katherine too, for that matter.

Mmm. Katherine. Now there's another sexy Plummer to ponder. Suzanne's hands had wandered over her wet skin, but now they started to converge on her ready and leaking pussy. What I wouldn't give to get my hands in her sweet hole, instead of my own! I wonder how things are faring between her and my Sweetie. Mmm. Imagine those two going at it together. There's a sexy thought. Very sexy...

Suzanne lost her train of thought for a couple of minutes as she fantasized being a fly on the wall while Susan's two children fucked each other. But after she climaxed, she returned to her strategic thinking. Those two are going to fuck, for sure. But Katherine's like Susan: way too chaste and prudish. Since I haven't been wearing Katherine down as much as Susan, it'll take longer for the daughter's restraints to give way.

Suzanne was dead wrong on that last surmise, because she didn't realize that Katherine had a long-standing secret lust for her brother. Not only that, but she didn't do enough snooping about Katherine's behavior. She thought a little about the need for more snooping. I wish I was closer to Katherine so I could really know what she's thinking. It would be great if we were close the way Susan and I are, and shared all our secrets. I should find out soon how things stand between those kids. I know things are starting to develop, but just how far have they gone already?

Given Alan and Katherine's goody-goody reputations, and Alan's lack of aggressiveness, Suzanne would never have guessed in a million years that the two teenagers had plans to fuck each other that very afternoon. But if she would have known, she wouldn't have been too terribly upset. It fit in with her overall plan to break down all the sexual barriers.

CHAPTER 6

Later in the day and back at school, Amy and Katherine waited for school to end. They found a place to hide from the other cheerleaders, since Amy was supposed to have taken Katherine home already. They hid for about ten minutes after class, until school had mostly cleared out. In the meantime, they talked. Katherine wouldn't let Amy borrow the Mr. Excitement dildo, but told Amy that she had another one at home, and Amy could come by some time and use that one.

Amy was also very sad that neither Katherine nor Alan shaved her pussy more often. After all, they told her that it needed to be shaved frequently, especially in the first week. Katherine promised that both she and Alan would be happy to shave Amy's pussy very frequently that weekend, if the opportunity presented itself. Amy was exceptionally happy to hear that.

But Katherine was pissed at having to sit and wait for the school to clear out with Amy. Alan is expecting me! We finally get to fuck, but here I have to wait? Arrgh! When she finally deemed enough time had passed, she raced home on her bike as fast as she could and left Amy on her bike far behind.

Alan nervously waited for his sister at home when she arrived about 10 minutes later than expected. The two of them had already paved the way for their upcoming fuck session, and even future ones, the night before. They told Susan that a new club had formed, called the S Club, or Service Club. They said it was a club devoted to doing good deeds in the community, kind of like the Key Club, another club already popular at the school. There actually were clubs called the S Club which did just that, which was how Alan got the idea, but there was no established chapter in their high school yet so it made a great cover story.

The two further explained that tomorrow was the first meeting, and since the club had just started out, they would meet every Monday and Thursday. The membership was very small, because meetings were being held off-campus. Therefore, they needed to borrow the car. That was a necessary lie, because Kim's house was quite a distance away.

So Susan was delighted and readily agreed to loan the car any time they needed it for S Club. She encouraged them to join more such clubs, especially since it would look good on the college applications, which were coming up soon. Susan even offered to drive them there, but Alan said that would make them look uncool to the other club members, who all had their own cars. (Surprisingly for such a rich family Alan didn't yet have his own car, but his father's car was essentially his since Ron was never around.)

Alan and Katherine managed to fuck each other with their mother's full approval, in a certain sense. The ever-resourceful Alan had managed to procure a box of condoms as well. Kim also phoned them and gave the all-clear sign, so everything was ready.

Alan drove. As they got in the car, Alan said, "Sis, you scared the shit out of me. I thought for sure you chickened out. Those last minutes before you showed up I was practically having a panic attack."

"Are you kidding, Big Tasty Brother? I wouldn't miss this for the world! You're going to make me a woman!" They both settled in their car seats in the driveway, and Katherine leaned over to kiss Alan on the mouth.

He let the kiss linger, but when it was done he looked around frantically and said, "You're trying to kill me, you know that? We're still in our own frigging driveway! Mom could see! Just wait a few minutes, please!" He started the car.

"Sorry, Bro. Or should I say, Big Hard Sister-fucking Brother."

"Hey wait a sec." He put his head down on the steering wheel and inwardly groaned. "Sis, when you say things like that I feel so torn. Is what we're thinking of doing here really right? Is it, is it wrong? Even if you say no, isn't it going to end badly? Don't you feel a bad end?"

She held his head in her hands and turned it to look at her. "Listen to me, Alan. This isn't wrong. I love you. You love me. Forget about the mores of the town. I don't care what they think or even know what the law is on this. This feels right. You know it, and I know it. We love each other and always have, and this isn't going to end badly because we still will always be in love, no matter what happens. And Mom will love us even if we rob a bank. So let's just forget everything and have fun. I know I'm going to have a hell of a good time, and love every single, unforgettable second."

That made him smile. He kissed her deeply, though quickly. He was glad that he had, for he tasted a pleasing hint of mint on her lips and could smell the musky aroma of her skin. "I don't doubt you will. And you're probably right about everything. It just feels so momentous. It takes my breath away. But I'm so excited too. I'm so trembly. Let's get going before I die of anticipation." He turned the car engine on.

"Tell me about it!" she enthused. "I just get so uncontrollably excited thinking about the fact that we're going to be making love in mere minutes! I'm so turned on! Not only that, but the most interesting thing happened to me at school today."

"Tell me about it," Alan said as he drove the car out into the street. He thought whatever she would have to say could take his mind off of his lingering doubts.

While he drove the car down the road, Katherine talked dirty and told him the hot and sexy story of what had happened to Heather, Amy, and herself during cheerleader practice. Since Susan might see them leave or return, they had to wear relatively normal clothing. Alan wore a T-shirt and long pants, and Katherine wore short shorts and a tube top that had a slit down the front and exposed all of her cleavage.

As they sped through traffic, Alan could look over and see Katherine's magnificent boobs jiggle and shake. He blessed the car's bad shock absorbers. He admitted that her boobs weren't nearly as big as the almost unnaturally sized tits of his mother or Suzanne, but they would still be the subject of masturbatory fantasies for just about any guy at school.

He thought, Between Amy and Sis, I've got the inside track on at least half of the most jaw-droppingly beautiful and big-breasted girls in the school. And then there are certain other women at home. Definitely a one in a million or even billion situation. Wow.

But right now he could think of little else but Katherine. Within a few blocks of leaving the house, she sat down in the space in front of the passenger's seat so Alan could better see the show she put on. She grasped at her breasts and pulled down her short shorts past her knees so she could frig herself. Alan was freaked out that she now wore nothing but a tube top, but as she was crouched down, no one could really see what she did or what she didn't wear.

As she continued to tell her arousing story, she reached over and placed her hands on the bulge in Alan's pants. She began to massage it through the clothing.

Alan prayed that they would get to Kim's house soon, before he had an accident. Between her story and her hands, his doubts completely disappeared from his mind. Lust took over.

She stopped telling her story and said to Alan, "You really need to get new pants, because this one has a defective zipper. Look - it's unzipping all by itself!" She pulled his zipper down as she said this.

Alan placed his hand over the hole in his pants she just opened to prevent her from going any further. "Sis, you can't! I'm driving, for fuck's sake. How would you like to get us killed right before our big moment?"

She was unfazed, and giggled, "Hey, don't blame me - it's the zipper." Alan had to keep at least one hand on the wheel, so with more hands she managed to get his hand out of the way and pull his penis out of his pants.

"No, Katherine, no!" he cried in a very agitated state. "Please! I beg you!" They stopped at a stop light, and he pulled at the hair on his head with both hands in frustration and sexual arousal. "We're gonna die. I know it. Die." He said this dramatically and fatalistically. The car started moving again, and as though to drive the point home, he nearly struck a mailbox on the side of the road and missed it, he was sure, by mere inches.

"See?!?" he griped. When the car came to a rest at another stop light he stared at her wide-eyed with fear even as she steadied herself from the slight jolt. Luckily no police cars were around to see the near-accident. Alan was worried the police would think he was driving drunk.

"Chill already," Katherine chided him. "Okay, fine. If you're such a bad driver, your loss. I suppose this wouldn't be the best time to die. I won't give you a blowjob after all, and I'll take it easy until we come to stops at the traffic lights. Like this one."

She frantically jacked him off until the light changed and then just kept the penis throbbing in her hands as he drove on while she waited for the next light. She resumed her story, but Alan was too focused on her hands and trying to prevent an accident to pay attention to her words anymore. Still, her ministrations on his penis didn't really stop, they just slowed down, and it drove him out of his mind with desire. He passed a few hotels on the way to Kim's house and seriously thought about stopping and running into one of them with her, unable to hold out even another five minutes.

CHAPTER 7

After a fifteen-minute drive, they finally reached Kim's house. They were both so worked up that neither of them had the slightest reluctance to fuck each other anymore. Alan pulled the car into Kim's driveway and they ran into Kim's house as fast as their feet could carry them. Alan sported such a massive wet spot around his groin area that it looked almost as though he'd pissed on himself. But he didn't care how funny he looked - he just wanted to get to a bed.

Katherine practically ran over Kim, who stood in the front doorway to open the door. Kim was still dressed in her cheerleader uniform, which showed off her trim and petite figure nicely. Katherine briefly French kissed and groped her then frantically asked, "Where's the bedroom?" It was clear that she did not want to waste another moment. If her voice wasn't a clear enough indicator, then her nipples certainly were; they were so erect that even her areolae looked puffier than usual.

Kim just smiled and pointed upstairs, and brother and sister ran upstairs in a flash.

They sat on the bed, as Katherine urged, "Quick, Alan, get the condoms!" They'd had plenty of foreplay in the car, and were ready to dive right in.

Clothes flew into the air, and Alan fumbled around with the condoms. Katherine impulsively reached out for Alan's hand. She suddenly appeared calm as she said, "Brother, thank you. I know that this is going to be the greatest, most exciting day of my life. And the best part has just started! In a minute, neither of us are going to be virgins anymore."

The two held hands for a brief pause. He looked in his sister's brown eyes, saw the passion and excitement there, and said, "I love you, Little Sister!"

She looked back with a high, rosy color in her cheeks, and said, "I love you, too, Big Brother! And I'm so glad we've found a new way of loving each other." They kissed with passionate intensity. Katherine's heaving breasts brushed against Alan's chest; her nipples were hardened rocks which poked into him like hot coals.

Katherine finally pulled him away. "That's great, but let's not wait another second!" She lay down on Kim's bed, face up, and said, "I'm waiting for your big cock!" To further illustrate her words, she opened her thighs wide and ran an index finger over rigid clit, which was engorged and stood out from its hood proudly.

Alan sat up on the bed, straddled her, and positioned his penis above her fuck hole. Drops of pre-cum fell onto her shaven mound. He looked at her and she wordlessly gave approval for him to go on as she hooked her heels around his waist. He took a big breath and tried to clear his mind. His whole world, now, was his sexy, lust-filled sister.

His smaller sister practically writhed beneath his body in anticipation, hot and willing to accept him into her body fully and completely. She breathed up at him quickly. She thought, I feel like I've just run a marathon, and we haven't even started to fuck yet!

He pushed the penis down into her. It slid down ever-so-slowly into her very tight pussy. Every sensation in his body seemed to disappear for a moment, except for a spine-tingling focus on every nerve-ending on his dick. Warmth, wetness, tightness and softness - those were the sensations which filled his mind. And, as wonderful as it felt to slowly, achingly slide his insistent penis into his sister's depths, even more wonderful was the sense of oneness and love he felt radiating between himself and his sister like an invisible field of energy.

There were a million things he could say, but all he could manage was a guttural "Ugggh!"

"Oh, yeeeeesssss!" she yelled in return, a cry of release and pleasure. Although she'd never had a penis inside herself before, from the very first instant it was in her, it felt fantastic. She felt the fullness, heat and rigidity of her brother's penis as it moved and throbbed deep within her. His whole body covered her and enveloped her. They fiercely clutched their hands together.

Already she began to feel the onset of mini-climaxes, even though Alan had not yet begun to move inside her body. She was very glad that her hymen had been broken in an accident five or so years ago, so there was no pain or blood. She could feel her brother's hot breath beat down on her neck.

Alan slowly pushed his penis in until he felt it could go no further, sure that he'd hit the impassable entrance to his breathless sister's cervix. He stayed there for just a moment, to enjoy the feeling of being so deep within her, until she subtly wiggled her hips beneath him. She was eager for more.

So he slowly began to pull it back out. The coolness of the air around the shaft of his penis as it emerged was an extreme contrast to the heated depths he'd enjoyed just a second before. Then he pushed in again slowly, as though driven by a deep, primal urge. Then out. In and out.

He built up a rhythm and reveled in the fact that his sister, too, had begun to move in sync with his gentle thrusts. His sister, cheerleader or not, had always seemed so soft and fragile to his protective, brotherly mind that he didn't want to hurt her. When her upward thrusts became more powerful, such fears were quickly put to rest and he began to push his thick meat into her body all the way up to the hilt. She wrapped her arms around the back of his, holding on to him as if she were on a wild roller coaster ride.

"Yeeeeeessss! My brother is fucking me!" Katherine screamed at the top of her lungs as her plentiful breasts moved madly with the motion of Alan's thrusts. The sound carried into every room of Kim's house, but Kim had assured them earlier that they could yell to their heart's content and the neighbors would never hear, provided they kept the windows closed.

Kim meanwhile sat in the room next door and fucked her own pussy with a dildo as she got off on their sounds and screams. Even from a room away, she could already start to smell the pungent odor of their sex. It drove her wild with envy and passion. She shoved the dildo as deep inside her as it could go as she imagined what it would feel like to be in Katherine's position just one room away.

"We're fucking! We're fucking!" screamed Alan joyously. He, too, reveled in the freedom to yell to his heart's content, after weeks of furtively and quietly sneaking around in his secret sexual life. He yelled as loud as he could, "I'm fucking my own sister, and I don't care! Wooo yeah!!!"

Their thrusts were no longer anything like the soft shoves from a moment before - they were steaming along in an insistent and solid rhythm. Alan pistoned his penis into her as deep as it would go and marveled at the hot-cold-hot-cold sensation of each insertion and extraction of his penis as it pounded into her, seemingly on its own volition.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled in time to his thrusts as her large bosoms slapped against his body. "More! More!"

There was no pretense at drawing anything out. They just wanted to cum as fast as humanly possible. Arms and legs became a blur of activity as they threw their bodies into one another and the powerful scent of sex literally poured out into the room from where they were joined in incestuous abandon. Things moved at a feverish pitch until neither brother nor sister could hold back any longer. Both teenagers stiffened as their bodies cried out for release. They reached climax together while yelling a seemingly endless stream of incoherent screams.

Alan felt his jism course through his prick, like a fire hose suddenly filling up with water. Then his semen exploded out of his penis and filled the depths of his sister's vagina. Alan thought, I'm doing it! I'm doing it! It's happening! He continued to push his penis deep inside her and, almost instinctually, stopped on the downstroke so that he could completely fill her up with his seed.

Katherine could feel the coursing and throbbing of his penis, timed to the beat of his heart, and then the splash of his seed filled her pussy, flooding her with a tremendous warmth. All of a sudden it occurred to her that she shouldn't be feeling such sensations. The condom! Where's the condom? Too busy kissing - we forgot! Ah, hell. Just sit back and enjoy it. Oh fuck! God! So good! Screw it! Screw ME!

She calmed down enough to begin making sense with her screaming, and shrieked, "Screw me! Screw me! Screw me!" over and over.

Alan collapsed onto Katherine. The two just lay quietly for a minute, as they recuperated and breathed heavily from their exertion. Both of them could feel Alan's semen as it slowly bubbled out of Katherine's cum-filled pussy and around her brother's semi-erect penis. He rose just slightly enough off her body so that he could look into her eyes. All he saw there, as she looked back up at him, was love, tenderness and deep appreciation.

Alan asked, "Did that hurt at all?"

"Not in the slightest," she replied. "It felt like your cock was born to be inside of me. A finger or dildo just doesn't compare with the real thing! Now that I know how good it feels, I want your cock inside of me every minute. Every minute of the day. Tiger," - she strangely used their mother's term of endearment for him for the first time - "do you promise to fuck me every minute of the day, for the rest of our lives? Will you make me your complete fuck tool?"

"I'll try my best," he answered, and laughed gaily. Yes! Yes! a joyous voice inside his head continually shouted while she happily squirmed in joy beneath him. He was on the highest of highs.

He thought out loud, "You know, it's really amazing to finally fuck a woman. But for that woman to be you, my sister, it's just out of control. I can't believe it."

Katherine hugged him firmly, and said, "I know. It's my first time too. We're on the same wavelength. But let's do it again, already!"

"Okay! I should have no problem getting ready to go with you to arouse me. But you know, it's funny, I'm really thirsty all of the sudden."

"I'll get you some water!" they heard Kim yell at them. They hadn't closed their door and she could hear even their whispers.

A minute later she walked in with a glass of water in her hand. She was buck naked now like them, and pussy juice visibly dripped down her legs. "Don't mind me," she said. "I'll leave you two alone for your special time together, but I just had to say you two are fantastic."

She handed the water to Alan. "I'm shaking like an earthquake in the next room, just from hearing the sounds of you two. I can't wait to watch, or even get that big thing stuffed inside of me. I wish I had a brother to fuck too, but I'm an only child. Now drink up, big boy, and give us round two."

They all smiled at each other. "Alan, your fuck toy is waiting for you," Kim added in a husky voice, with a strong emphasis on "fuck toy." She walked back out of the room.

CHAPTER 8

Alan said to Katherine, "I like the sound of that, what Kim just said: fuck toy. Are you my fuck toy?"

"You know it!" she replied enthusiastically. "I live just to be fucked by you! Now I can tell you something. I've wanted your thing deep inside me even before you started your medical treatment. I've secretly wanted it for years, ever since I saw you naked and aroused in the shower one day. That's why I never went all the way with any guy, and was so prudish. Well, that, and trying to be like Mom.

She continued, "But I don't think I ever would have acted on it if it weren't for what happened these past few weeks. I figured you were - and still are - such a goodhearted, morally upstanding guy that you'd hate me if I expressed any sexual feelings towards you. And I was chicken. God, I was unhappy sexually and didn't really understand why. I could barely even admit my feelings to myself. But now that's all over, thank God, 'cos I have you."

Alan was very surprised by all that. He was fairly amazed she would eagerly call herself a fuck toy and the rest was even more amazing. He never had the slightest clue she felt this way. He decided he'd mentally absorb all this information later and just get back to fucking.

He made to slip his penis in her again as she sat on top of him, but she stopped him. "Wait a sec, Big Pussy-stuffing Brother. This time, let's use a condom." Even as she said this, a few drops of the cum Alan had already spent inside her pussy dribbled out onto his now-erect penis.

"Oh fuck! Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I totally forgot!"

"Don't worry. I know someone in school who has some of those day-after pills. I'll take one just to be on the safe side. Actually, I'm really glad you forgot. It's sooooo good to feel your naked flesh in there and not the latex of a condom. But we should start getting in the condom habit. Next time. For now, what's done is done, so fill me up. Let's not leave the little spermies in there all lonely. Give them some new friends!"

She'd sat with his penis poised at her pussy lips and lowered herself down onto it, driving it all the way in her. Alan commented, "Man, you are one sexy woman. Dangerously horny, too."

"Mmm. Big Sexy Sweaty Brother, this time let's take our time." She clenched her pussy muscles tightly and wiggled her bottom. The feeling of fullness while she sat on top of her brother with his penis buried so far up inside of her nearly overwhelmed her, it felt so great.

Alan was happy with that idea. They proceeded much more slowly, like they fucked in slow motion. He gradually pushed his penis deeper and deeper, up to the very hilt, and then pulled back just as slowly until all but the tip of his penis was out of her pussy. Then he did it again. And again. He watched with awe as his sister's tits began to bounce slowly with each upward thrust of his penis.

"God, I can hardly wait until you cum inside me again!" she sighed with a shudder.

"I would say what you just said really turned me on," he responded, "But there's no way I can be any more turned on than I am already. ... It's funny, 'cos I never really thought about you in that way. You know, before this all started. Boy was I wrong! Jesus. Just think about all the wasted nights with our bedrooms across the hall from each other, and no fucking going on. What a tragic waste! Now, help me make up for lost time."

She sighed sadly. "Don't remind me! I feel the exact same thing. It's like a physical pain to think about all the opportunities we missed. You're just gonna have to fuck me that much more to make it up to me."

Katherine rose up just the tiniest bit to give him more room to thrust up into her tight, cum-drenched pussy. He pounded her relentlessly and ever so slowly increased his pace. Then they rolled back over so that he lay on top of her and they kissed and ran their hands everywhere. There wasn't as much screaming now since they were too busy kissing. The two siblings basked in the warmth and glow of their love-making.

Just as the pace reached a frenzied climax, he pulled out altogether. She suddenly felt empty inside, like someone had taken a part of her body away from her, and hated the feeling. "What are you doing?!?!" she yelled incredulously. "Why did you stop? Fuck me more! Harder! Fuck me now!"

From the next room they heard Kim yell, "Yeah, what's the big deal? Give her what I need! I mean, what she needs!"

"Slow down, you two," Alan said, as he tapped the head of his penis on his sister's red and swollen clit. That made Katherine arch her back in response, hopeful that she could impale herself on his fuck stick. "In these few weeks of my limited sexual experience, I learned that delayed gratification is twice as sweet. Let's hold off as long as we can and take our time. Not only that, but I DO have some condoms in a pocket somewhere around here, so I might as well use one before I cum again."

They caressed and kissed until Alan's penis was ready with a second wind. He put a condom on, then started again slowly and caressed her gently as he slowly pumped his hips.

There was a very obvious difference with the condom on. While Alan's penis still felt very warm inside Katherine's hot, tight pussy, there was no sense of wetness and the skin-to-skin contact had completely disappeared. It was still pleasurable to fuck his sister, even with the condom on, but if he had to choose, he far preferred going bareback. Still, though, he figured that he would have to get used to the feeling of a condom, at least until the birth control pills from nurse Akami would begin to have their effect on Katherine.

He began to pound his sister with renewed vigor. In a sense, the desensitization of the condom actually helped to prolong his stamina, which was undoubtedly a good thing for her.

"Last time was good," said Katherine, "but give me all you've got this time!"

"Hey, I gave you all I had last time," he chuckled.

"Give me more! Even more! Fuck me! Go deep! Break me in two! Fuuuuccckkkk meeeeeeee!"

Alan gladly obeyed her. He literally bounced his hips up and down on her body, making his shaft slide thoroughly in and out of her. He would rise up and his penis would be completely exposed to the air and then he would pile-drive the pole right back into her upturned pussy as far as he could go. They screamed and squirmed and climaxed. Sweat flew everywhere and Alan's cum squished out of the condom as it filled to overflowing all over the outer lips of Katherine's well-used vagina.

As they lay back and rested again, Kim poked her head into the room. "Thumbs up on round two, y'all," she said as she flashed them the thumbs-up sign. They all laughed, and then Kim said, "That gives me an idea," and stuck her thumb up her pussy. Everyone laughed again.

Katherine said, "Good idea," and stuck Alan's thumb up hers.

As Kim walked out of the room, she said, "Do either of you want anything this time?"

Katherine yelled back, "I'll take my brother's wide, thick, meaty cock deep in my pussy, please! And I'm thirsty, too. But don't get me a drink - I know just where to get all the tangy sweet cum I could ever need! At least until they put it on the cafeteria menu." She switched positions and began to suck his penis.

"Hey," said Alan. "You can do that anytime. Let's fuck some more, and when I'm ready to shoot, you can suck me off."

"That's a hard sell, mister," giggled Katherine. He sat back, and she sat up on all fours, and poked her ass towards his face. "This time, let's try doggy-style! So many things I've been reading about that I can finally try out for real."

Alan thrust his hips forwards at the same time Katherine thrust her ass backwards. Alan was amazed at the difference between this and fucking a motionless body. They worked in perfect rhythm. Not only did her pussy muscles clench each time she thrust back at him, but his own posture made it possible to thrust with less exertion, which meant that he would last even longer.

Both Katherine and Alan laughed a bit nervously, because neither had yet told Kim of Alan's medical diagnosis of needing to orgasm six times a day. Apparently Kim had picked the number out at random.

Katherine turned towards Alan lying beside her and said, "Wouldn't it be delicious if Kim really was our mother instead, standing there like that?" They both grinned widely.

Katherine reached behind herself and found his penis. "What do you think Mom would think about this?" she said as she guided it into her pussy, even while Kim watched her do this with intense interest and longing.

Katherine then said to Kim as a way of explanation, "We haven't really talked about it, but I think it's safe to say that both Alan and I have fantasies about fucking our very fuckable mother, Susan."

That statement came as quite a surprise to Alan - he had no idea Katherine felt that way towards Susan. But now that he thought about it he realized he shouldn't have been too surprised. He didn't let the surprise distract him for too long, however, and continued to slowly push his meat into her from behind.

"Now there's a fantasy I can get into," said Kim as she absent-mindedly grabbed one of her nipples and gently twisted it. "I've seen her at some school functions. I don't think anyone failed to notice her. That woman is so stacked! With the way she looks, it seems bizarre that she's just a housewife. I'm surprised she hasn't been kidnapped by a rich Arab sheik or something, to add to his collection."

Alan naughtily suggested as he ran a hand over his sister's left breast, "Well, if the Arab sheik isn't going to do it, maybe we should kidnap her, and make her OUR sex slave." Thinking about his mother made him think about tits, so he played with Katherine's.

Katherine added with a devilish smile, "Imagine her all tied up and yelling, 'Help me! Help me get fucked by your big cock, Son!'" She bucked up against his thrusting hips and added, "Just like you're doing to me now, Big ICBM Brother."

"ICBM?"

"Intercontinental Ballistic Missile." She giggled, as she said, "Or maybe Inter-cunt-inental Ball-slapping Muff-stuffer. I'm not sure."

Alan laughed. "But you know, about Mom, it's like you read my mind." He thrust himself into his sister's pussy forcefully some more. "How did you know I've been having fantasies about her lately?"

"Bro, sometimes you're so thick. If you weren't having fantasies about her until recently, then that made you the only one in town. It's like we've got Jayne Mansfield for our mom."

"I guess I am a bit slow at times, Sis," he huffed and puffed. "Hey, why'd you pick Jayne Mansfield of all people?"

"I was trying to think of a famous actress with really, really big tits." She reached her hand up to her own tits. Diving between Alan's mauling hands, she tweaked her own nipples. A shiver went down her spine, which caused her body to shudder some and made her pussy throb even as Alan continued to plow her slowly and deeply.

"Oh. Good point. Anyways, of course I'd never do anything with her, since she's too nice, but imagine her coming to pick us up one day, and finding the three of us in a three-way. And then instead of getting mad, she rips off her clothes and joins in! I could imagine that actually happening!" He felt obliged to belatedly add, "Of course these are just fantasies - I would never really think these thoughts of actually doing anything..."

Kim interrupted, "You two are getting me so hot again! How about we trade moms? Mine's a dear, but she's really let her body go to pot. Anyways, do you mind if I watch this time? I mean, since I kinda of am already."

"Sweet Little Sis, you mind?" said Alan, "It's fine with me."

"No prob, Big Hunky Brother. Pull up a chair, Kim, and imagine him pounding into to you on Monday."

Kim smiled broadly. "I think you just might convert me from lesbianism. But then Katherine is bound to convert me back all over again."

All three fucked and fingered for what seemed like an endless amount of time. Alan worked on his fourth ejaculation and it seemed like he could stay hard forever as he lazily fucked his sister on the bed. The powerful scent of sex in the air grew even thicker with each passing moment.

Kim sat in her chair and worked on her own orgasms. Or at least she tried to sit in her chair. Sometimes she would get so excited that she'd stand up and be practically over them next to the bed while she furiously masturbated herself.

Alan was half-convinced that she would end up in bed with them, and didn't exactly mind the prospect, but she restrained herself. She knew that Alan was too nice to turn her away if she wanted to join them, but also that it needed to really be Alan and Katherine's time with each other.

She also grew more vocal as the afternoon went on and acted more and more like the cheerleader she was.

"Come on, Alan! Fuck your sister's pussy!" Kim cried while she frigged herself. "Show her how good you are, what a good brother you are. Slip it in and fuck her hard! Fuck her deep! Take your big bone and ram it into her. Plant your cock in her pussy!"

"That's what I'm doing already!" Alan cried out in amused frustration. He and his sister had moved back into the doggy-style position so that he could hammer into her more aggressively.

"Well keep doing it!" Kim yelled back. "Give her the fucking of her life! Fuck her tight, steamy pussy with your monster boner! Stick that bone! You're her brother - fuck it like you mean it!" Kim liked to point out every few sentences how the two of them were brother and sister, as if they didn't know that fact already. But that encouragement helped keep everyone steamy hot.

At one point, Alan's energy flagged, and he had to take a breather. Kim though, hopped up, ready to help. "Hey, I am a cheerleader after all. I think you two could use some inspiration." She disappeared for a minute and then came back with her pom-poms. Still naked, she started jumping around, shaking the pom-poms. She made up an improvised cheer:

Fuck her hard
Fuck her deep
Make her cum
And make her weep!

Alan and Katherine burst into laughter. Katherine in particular got the "sillies" - she just couldn't stop laughing. Kim's presence was most definitely appreciated.

The whole time Kim had been in the next room, she imagined that it was her instead of Katherine getting fucked. She continued to think along these lines: Katherine is so fucking lucky! Imagine having Alan as a brother! And then Susan as a mother! Fuck! Insane! I never knew I could get off on incest until these two came along. Now I'm soooo jealous. Fuuuuccccck! Oh God! Fuck each other! Ah! Yeah! Fuck me!

Katherine began to have little orgasms until finally it all merged into one massive orgasm for her. Just as she began to wildly buck under Alan, he shot his hot seed deep into her vagina, stopped only by another condom. Kim, too, came with them and staggered back into her chair.

Eventually they all shook out of their reverie. Kim looked around and her eyes fell onto the clock. "It's been more than thirty minutes!" she yelled in sudden agitation. "We're running late. And how am I going to get these sheets cleaned up in time? I wasn't expecting a lake of cum. Shit! I guess I'll have to start the washing machine right now."

"Should we shower together?" Katherine asked her brother in a sexy voice. They dripped with sweat and cum.

He replied, "That would be another amazing first, but I'm totally spent. I don't think I'd be any fun. I have no idea how I'm going to get it up for nurse Akami tomorrow."

"What's that all about?" asked Kim, very curiously.

Alan realized he shouldn't have said that, and vaguely answered, "That's a secret we'll probably tell you later. We'll have to decide that. It's the story about how this sexual stuff all began. In any case, we don't have any time for stories now. Katherine, why don't you and Kim take a shower together? You women can keep going long after us guys are all worn out."

"I don't know about that," said Katherine. She got up, but she obviously had trouble just standing, and leaned against the wall. "You fucked me so hard, I don't know if I can walk. Kim, you'll just have to help me tend my wounds in the shower."

"With pleasure!" She threw her pom-poms over her shoulder, glad to forget them when faced with such a tasty proposition. Wondered what it would be like to suck Alan's cum out of Katherine's pussy, if there was enough left.

The showers were quick, since Alan and Katherine were exhausted, sore, and in a hurry. Kim did help "tend Katherine's wounds" though. Everyone got dressed.

Alan and Katherine both kissed Kim good-bye one after another just inside the front door for many minutes. The three of them eventually moved into a group hug and grope. Private parts began to get uncovered when Kim finally said, "My mom is going to be here any minute. Let's save something for next time."

The two Plummer siblings finally and reluctantly left after they profusely thanked Kim for the use of her house and her great hospitality. Alan literally had to hold Katherine up as she walked to the car, she was so wobbly and her pussy was so sore from her first fuck.

As Alan took the wheel of the car, he looked at Katherine, and said very seriously, "Any regrets?"

"No. None. That was a dream come true. Fuck social convention. Together you and I can overcome everything. What about you?"

"I feel the same. No regrets. I feel like I should be feeling way guilty, but how could anything that feels that good be bad? That was awesome. Thank you, Sis. Thanks for encouraging this. ... We're a team. We'll stick together and deal with whatever may come."

They held hands and connected deeply as they stared into each other's eyes. Despite the fact that both of them positively reeked of sex, it was the most romantic moment either of them had experienced.

And so the most mind-blowing sexual experience of both Katherine and Alan so far in their short lives came to an end. Little did they realize that it was just the beginning of many, even greater pleasures.

CHAPTER 10

By the time they both got home, it was already past six. Dinner would be ready in less than an hour, but Alan went back to his room and immediately fell fast asleep. He never thought a person could feel so utterly exhausted. Katherine did the same. She tried to walk around as little as possible, and when she did it looked like she'd just ridden a horse all day, which wasn't too far off, metaphorically speaking.

They tried to rouse themselves for dinner, where they made up stories about their fake club's first meeting to answer their parents' questions. Alan was careful to continue acting tortured by his stimulation obligations in front of his mother. It was easy to do, since he was in a sort of agony already from sexual exhaustion.

After dinner, Susan asked Alan to wash the dishes with her so she could have a moment alone with him. Ron watched TV in the living room, totally oblivious.

Alan couldn't help but notice that she was wearing only a towel. Alan noticed that in recent days she seemed to frequently come and go from taking a shower. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what this was about: that allowed her to wear nothing more than a towel to titillate Alan, but at the same time her husband wouldn't think anything was amiss. She could even partially drop or readjust the towel, but so far she hadn't done that very much. She was still afraid to take things back to how they were before Ron arrived.

Susan asked Alan in deliberately vague terms, "Tiger, how are things going with your problem?"

Alan put on another extremely pained expression, and said, "I'm hanging in there, but it's hard. So hard." He deliberately used the word "hard" instead of something like "difficult" and really emphasized it so his mother would visually imagine his engorged penis.

Her eyes opened wide, and he knew the little trick worked. It helped that she didn't have to expend much mental effort to imagine his hardness: his penis strained the fabric of his shorts like it fought to get out.

"Hang in there," she said assuringly. "It's just another week." That was a vague reference to when Ron would finally fly back to Asia. To herself, she thought, Oh my. Just look at that thing! If he adjusts his shorts maybe it'll poke right out the bottom. Do it, Tiger! Let me see all of you!

"I know, Mom, I know. Seven days. I can't last that long!"

Susan patted his head reassuringly and said mildly, "Don't worry, it'll be all right." Inwardly, a voice said, It would be even better if I let this towel drop. Then Alan would see me in the buff and his thing would burst right through his shorts! I would have to suck it off before Ron saw how obscenely his woody stood out. Isn't that the kind of help I'm supposed to give?

Alan said with genuinely, "Thanks, Mom. Your support gives me strength."

"Son, you can do it. Be strong." Maybe if I let this towel fall, that could help you. Or you could really be a man, and grab it off. You know you want to! Don't be so shy. Be strong! Her hand drifted to where the towel was tucked in, over her huge rack. She thought, If only Ron wasn't home...

"Mom, you're the best. I love you."

"I love you, too," she answered, with a benign smile. But her inner voice practically screamed now, and it was all she could do not to gawk at his crotch. Her hand nervously grabbed the towel and she felt a nearly overwhelming desire to pull it open. If you love me so much, Tiger, rip this towel off! Take it off and ravage me! I don't care if my husband IS in the other room! Show your love and take me! Do me right here!

Suddenly Susan turned around and rushed out of the room. She fell onto her bed in her own room and quietly sobbed. Her mind was filled with visions of burning in hell. She cursed herself for her lack of control.

Alan was oblivious to his mother's inner torment, because on the outside she'd acted the same she always did, except for a slightly trembling lip and a hand which clutched the towel far too tightly. He felt a twinge of guilt at lying to her just after having sex with his sister, but not nearly as guilty as he would have expected himself to feel.

As he headed towards the living room to watch TV with his father, he thought, How could my mom really criticize me or blame me for doing anything with Sis, when she's sucked my cock so enthusiastically?

Susan and Ron went out with Suzanne and her husband Eric to some social function not long afterwards. Alan and Katherine were left alone, but both were happy just to vegetate, especially since they had their own rule only to fuck at Kim's house so they wouldn't be caught, at least for the time being. Neither had any hope of getting any homework done that evening, even though Alan had a big test the next day.

CHAPTER 11

The two siblings were nowhere near ready for more sexual play when Amy came over about an hour later.

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

"Right," said Alan, as he thought, Uh-oh. Here comes something else.

"Good, I'm still hoping you'll give me that homework help, but I'm also really worried about my pussy. Isn't it overdue for another shaving? Can you please help out? Pleeeeassse?!?"

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

Alan realized that Amy had started to learn how to show herself off. Her top was sexy enough the last time she'd worn it, but now she'd arranged it so both nipples partly popped out. He wondered if she'd stretched the material or something so the top could hang off of her even more loosely. Her shorts were slung so low that Alan was amazed that they somehow managed to hang on to her wide hips at all. With her shorts unbuttoned, nearly all of her pussy hair would have been exposed to prying eyes if she still had any hair down there.

But Alan was completely worn out. He thought, Why does Amy have to dress like this just after I've been fucked nearly to death? It's such a shame to not fully appreciate her sexiness.

"Oh God, can you handle this, Sis? I don't think I can even get up out of this couch, much less get up other ways." Yet even as Alan said this, he felt twitches of life in his penis, thanks to Amy's slutty clothing.

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

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

"Ugggghh!" both siblings sighed. Amy was puzzled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alan had visions first of himself fucking his sister. They were incredibly vivid images from just a short time before. He momentarily wondered if Amy knew more than she let on about what they did, by talking about sibling sex for the first time ever. Then he had images of Amy running around a perfect garden, bent over some big rock and taken from behind by man after man. Everywhere she would wander in the garden, men would grab her and fuck the living shit out of her, but she would just smile blissfully and say, "Wow!"

That roused him enough to motivate him to stand up. He went with Amy to the bathroom.

"Did I come at a bad time?" she asked, as she closed the bathroom door behind the both of them and shed her clothes with a boundless enthusiasm.

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

Amy sat on the edge of the bathtub and faced away from it, as she did before. Alan was so exhausted he didn't even bother to take his clothes off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you mind if I take it out?" asked Alan, ready with his hands on the band of his shorts.

"No, of course not."

Alan wearily took his shorts and underwear off and lay down on the floor. The weather was still always hot and everyone wore nothing but shorts, it seemed. His flaccid penis hung lifelessly between his legs for Amy to see. Even Amy's naked body and all this talk weren't enough to revive it.

"Oh no!" said Amy. "It looks sad. Not at all like the ones I've seen in the movies and stuff."

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh really? You've been getting them to help you and you never asked for my help? I'm hurt." Amy pouted. "I'm happy to help in any way. What do I have to do?"

"Like I said, if you could start rubbing it."

Amy took his penis into her hands. It already began to show the first signs of a revival, even before she touched it.

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

"Yeah, it's kind of like that now. Just gently rub it with your hands some, and you'll see it grows and gets better." Amy began rubbing it. "That's good," said Alan. Amy seemed to have a natural knack for rubbing penises. He gave her advice on the best spots to rub and told her to focus on the sensitive spot just under the head.

It grew to full size, and Amy asked, "Is that as big as it gets?"

"Yes, pretty much."

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

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

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

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

"M'kay! Should I lean in towards you, then?" Alan reached out and began to fondle her lovely boobs. They weren't gigantic like his mother's or her mother's, but were still damn big, and perfectly shaped for their size. They rode high on her chest and stuck out proudly.

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

Alan was already fully erect, but he didn't want to diminish her enthusiasm. Certainly he grew hornier every minute, more because of the way that Amy had shown herself to be submissive to his every desire than the actual physical contact between them.

"Mmm. Yeah," she cooed as Alan put more vigor into exploring her chest. "Feels so good. You can touch my boobies any time you want. You don't even have to ask - just grab 'em. Don't worry if I'm wearing any clothes - just take 'em off if you want to." As she returned her attention to his penis, she asked, "Now what? Do I keep rubbing?"

"Yes, you should keep rubbing or else it may go down again." In actual fact, Alan realized that his dishonest story had come true. His body's energy WAS reviving. Maybe I shouldn't be doubting the doctor's diagnosis, after all, he thought.

As she continued to rub, he began to feel that he had the energy to give Amy a good, solid fuck. He figured, If I asked her to fuck, she'd probably just say, "M'kay!" Only hours ago I was a virgin, and now I could fuck a second girl on the very same day as my sister! How amazing is that? But it seems the conditions aren't right. For one thing, no doubt I'd catch hell from both Susan and Suzanne. Plus, I don't think my penis could handle anything more today. At the very least, I wouldn't enjoy it as much as I should. I should make it a special experience, just like it was with Katherine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll do that." Jesus, she's like a completely pliable sex object! She'll do anything I say and not even wonder why. Talk about a real fuck toy! thought Alan. That's such a turn on! "All right, let's hurry up with your shaving. Today we have to hurry. Some other day we can do a more thorough job. Spread your legs really wide."

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

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

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

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

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

Alan could barely understand her words. He thrust his fingers in an out of her pussy. He gave her a vigorous finger-fuck and didn't even make a pretense to "check for bumps" on the interior walls of her vagina.

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

He continued to "check for bumps" for many more long minutes. Meanwhile, they continued to talk.

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

"You mean with you and Heather at cheerleader practice?"

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

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

"Oh. M'kay."

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

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

"That's what friends are for." A thought occurred to Alan: in his book reading he'd done recently to become a better lover, he'd learned about a woman's G-spot and how to find it. He decided to put the knowledge to use. So he said, "You know, Amy, there's one spot in particular where a lot of bumps accumulate. Let me check there." He searched the inner wall above her slit, and found a rougher area easily enough. He focused his attentions there.

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

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

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

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

"We can talk more about these bumps later. Now that we've found one, we'll have to redouble our efforts to find the others. But we really should stop here. I'm getting tired again." He pulled his fingers out of her pussy.

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 12

Alan lay down on his bed and felt himself begin to drift off to sleep, even though he knew it was still before 9 o'clock.

He woke up when he heard his sister enter his room. "Someone has been a very naughty boy," he heard her say to him. He opened his eyes and saw her dressed in all her clothes, ready in case the parents returned.

"Headline: pot calls kettle black," Alan tried to joke. He asked of Amy, "Is she gone?"

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

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

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

"Very funny," said Alan. "You know I feel pretty bad for playing with her like a toy, but I feel even more turned on, again for doing it. She's just so damn fuckable! Talk about a fuck toy! She's so ready and willing. You know, I think that if I told her that my penis was a paintbrush and I had to use it to draw a painting on the back of her vagina, I half expect she'd believe it!" They both laughed.

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

"Don't worry, she can't compete with you. But admit it: you want her, too. You're gonna turn into a total lesbian if you don't watch out!" he playfully chided.

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

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

"Yeah, okay, they're pretty fuckable. But that's the problem. I figure I can't compete with that. Their pretty faces, wide hips, long, muscular legs... Each of their boobs could be their own Macy's parade float for crying out loud. How can I compete?"

"Don't worry; your boobs are plenty big to keep me happy. And you're still growing. And you're so in shape. You're already bigger in the chest than Mom was when she was your age, she tells us. If you keep that up, you're going to need a forklift in front of you holding them up whenever you walk around!"

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

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

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

"I'm just taking it off for a second so I can get your opinion of them. And if you put it that way, I guess I can stand to share you just a little. Like the tortoise and the hare, hunh? But what about Amy? She makes me jealous, too. She's young, big-boobed, and growing. Her tits are bigger than mine, you know. And speaking of asses, she has a particularly fine ass, I'm sure you'll agree. It's so big, but not at all flabby."

"Jealous? You mean when your fingers aren't deep inside her? Anyways, you and I can have fun with her physically, and she's really nice, but she'll never have the emotional place in my heart you do. And boobs and asses and their sizes aren't everything, either. You know you're way more toned and fit than she is, for one thing. Also, I need a girlfriend for school, if only for social convention. What are people going to say: 'There goes Alan, the guy who never dated a girl in high school, and never dated a girl in his life?' But I only want to have a girlfriend who understands about you and me, and is willing to participate in it, even. I'm beginning to think Amy would fit the bill."

"I could live with that, on the outside" said Katherine. "As long as you treat me like your girlfriend at home. And we all know what your number one boyfriend responsibility is." She reached out to grab his penis, but he intercepted her hand and kept her at bay. "But also, what about Kim? Why don't you make her your girlfriend?"

"She may get her jollies with me - we'll see if that happens. But let's face it. At heart she prefers women. Besides, she's not really my type. Too young and immature."

"I know what kind your type is: the kind with tits so big that they fall over forwards whenever they try to walk. Like two certain mothers I could name."

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

"Thanks!" Katherine said, somewhat relieved. "You're the best brother anyone could have. In any case, let's not go any further with Amy for a while, okay? I feel like I have enough competition in your fantasies, what, between Mom, Suzanne, Akami, Kim, Ms. Rhymer..."

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

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

Alan laughed, and Katherine went on in her normal voice, "Anyways, I've told you I don't mind you doing other women, as long as you don't forget me. Especially since I seem to get a share of the action, too, from time to time." They laughed again.

Katherine continued in reference to Ms. Rhymer, "You've had the hots for teacher for two years already." She sang the Van Halen song: "You've got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, you're hot for teacher."

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

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

"Why don't you tell that to her?" suggested Alan facetiously. "Anyway, I'm really beat. And I'm sure Mom and Dad would love to hear their model kids talk like this." Alan still lay on his bed with Katherine now back on the floor near him. Alan looked over the edge of his bed to see if she'd put her shirt back on yet, but instead of putting it back on, she'd taken her shorts off as well.

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

She smiled naughtily. "I know, but my shorts were chafing me." She giggled.

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

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

"Katherine! Not at home, remember?"

"I locked the door to your room you know and these walls are practically sound proof. I'm not stupid."

"Nope," Alan said firmly. "I really have to put my foot down. And whatever happened to being all tired and sore, anyways?"

"I am sore. Soooo sore. But any time is the right time to fuck. I think the only cure for my sore pussy is some Big Thick Brother cock. When it comes to you, just imagine a little sign above my vagina: 'Open 24 hours a day.' Just like the corner Quickee Mart." They both giggled. "You sure you don't want to make a quick stop into your sister's pussy?"

She swirled around, spread her legs and opened her pussy lips wide. Alan just gave a look with his face that said no. She sighed. "But if you insist on leaving me horny, can I at least take care of you?" She got up and cradled his penis in her hands.

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

"But the door is locked!"

"Yeah, but it's a slippery slope. One of us has to retain at least a shred of sanity and restraint, Sexy Little Sister." He smiled as he decided that if she always called him big brother with an adjective thrown in, he could reciprocate a bit more.

She smiled too. "Okay, tough guy. I'll go then. You're just leaving me wanting you even more badly, Big Long Hard Throbbing Sister-stuffing Brother. But remember that I'm serious about what I said about sharing. I don't mind setting you up with someone like Heather, since I know you wouldn't want her for a girlfriend. Obviously her personality is a real turn off for you and she'd just be a momentary diversion that I could partake in. But someone like Christine, someone you really love who could take you away from me, that really worries me."

"Don't worry. Christine is just a friend now. There's no woman in the world who will take my sole attention now that I have so many wonderful women all helping me out. I would be a fool to accept any situation where I couldn't fuck you constantly, Moist Little Sister. That's one thing you don't have to worry about at all."

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

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

"All right, don't get my hopes up already. There are always problems. Like, what if you're at college and Dad asks you, 'So Alan, who's your new girlfriend?' What could you say? 'Uh, Dad, actually it's someone you know...' Ain't gonna happen. Anyways, I'm out of here already, Big Pulsing Pounding But-not-ramming-his-sister-nearly-enough Brother."

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

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

"Let's see, if you don't count last night after midnight, which technically belongs to yesterday in my record keeping, then it was once this morning, twice at lunch, four times with you this afternoon and almost once with Amy. And my penis has cried surrender for the night. So, seven. I've done better. But in terms of quality vs. quantity, I don't think it'll ever be possible to beat today."

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

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

She kissed him goodnight on the lips for several minutes. As she was still totally naked, she tried to lead to something more and got aggressive with her hands, but Alan and his sore penis wouldn't have it.

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

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

Alan had no comment, but Katherine could tell from his facial expression that he would like that very much. He looked cute blushing. Alan was surprised again at how little guilt plagued him over his incestuous thoughts and deeds.

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 13 (Friday, Oct. 25)

Alan was asleep within minutes, and had a good ten hours of rest that night. When he woke up, he felt like a million bucks, and so did his penis. His alarm woke him early. He got some black paint from the garage, and secretly repainted his sister's crotch in the shower before breakfast.

He thought, Man, I am so glad the bathroom door has a lock. Especially since Dad knocked on the door to see if the bathroom was free - that was a close one! No way am I going to get caught again. But if I have to get caught, I'd rather get caught painting here than in the supply closet at school. I could always make up some excuse to Mom and Dad about painting my sister, weird though it might look. After all, we're only painting. Plus, I'm getting pretty good at coming up with bullshit stories on the fly. Kim will just have to manage on her own 'cos I'm not going back in that supply room. Hopefully her paint job will hold since she presumably didn't get fucked all afternoon like my sis.

Once Katherine left, Alan masturbated as he showered and relived what he and his sister did the day before. He figured he was ready for anything Akami might dish out, and also fantasized about Ms. Rhymer throwing herself at him after school. But he made sure not to cum, sure that he'd have better chances later in the day.

The time at school passed uneventfully for him. For the first time in what seemed like ages but was actually only a few days, nothing special happened during lunch.

In Katherine's cheerleading practice during the last period of school, the painting scheme was finally exposed. And on its last day, too, since Alan had pronounced it was too risky for him to paint any more now that they couldn't use the supply closet. It was a combination of Kim's carelessness and the fact that Alan didn't touch up Kim's paint job.

As the six cheerleaders stood around on the field to warm up and get ready for practice to begin, Kim bent down to get something out of her supply bag. She bent from the waist and completely exposed her ass to the eyes of a cheerleader named Joy.

A number of small gaps and missing patches in the paint job made the situation obvious and caused Joy's mouth to fall open. Without thinking, Joy said out loud, "Kim! Your panties... They're painted on!" Kim immediately straightened up, but the damage was done.

Janice, the only other person truly surprised, said in confusion, "Joy, what are you talking about? Kim, what is she talking about?"

"I just saw ... her..." Joy stammered. "Her panties, they're like, made out of paint!"

Heather moved over and tried to rush to Kim's rescue. "Now, now, what's the big deal? Who cares if her panties are painted on? What's the big deal?"

Secretly, she was pissed off that the secret had been exposed, because she hoped to take Kim into the girl's lockers and get involved in a sixty-nine under the excuse of another "muscle cramp," just like she did with Katherine yesterday.

"'What's the big deal'?!?" said a still incredulous Joy. "I would expect that you of all people would be having a conniption fit. Or you, Katherine! After all, today's a game day, and you can totally see she's not wearing real underwear!"

It actually wasn't that obvious, but the game did pose a problem with Kim's now spotty paint job.

Amy, surprisingly, came to the rescue. She already knew that at least four of the six cheerleaders, Heather, Katherine, Kim, and herself, didn't have a problem with it. "I think it's sexy!" she said. "What does everyone else think? Do they think it's sexy, or do they not like it?"

"I think it's sexy too," Katherine immediately added.

"So do I," said Heather. "As head cheerleader, I give my approval."

"Well, I think it's out of control," said Joy. All eyes turned to Janice, who appeared to be undecided.

"Can I... take a look?" Janice asked. "I want to see how obvious it is."

Kim bent over, and quickly flashed the others her painted butt.

Janice asked, "What's it look like in the front?"

More reluctantly, Kim turned around, and held up her skirt so the other five could stare at her painted and shaved pussy. Her face was beet red and she was too shy to speak.

"What on earth did you do it for?" Janice asked.

"It's not like I wanted to," she lied. "I... lost a bet. It's just for today and then it's over!"

Janice answered, "I have to admit - it IS pretty sexy. Are you really planning to go to the game like that?"

"Yeah," Kim admitted as she blushed even more.

"I think its fine," Heather said again, resolutely. "What do you think Janice?" she asked. "Do you think Kim should take the paint off before the game?"

"Hey, if she wants to go like that, that's her own get out. Like I said, I think it's pretty sexy. I just can't imagine in a million years that I would ever do something like that."

"What about you?" Heather asked Joy. Joy stood farther back from Heather, and still stared open-mouthed at Kim.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but ... if everyone else is cool with it, then I'm cool with it. I don't want to be a party pooper. And it is pretty exciting. But no way would I ever do that, either!"

"All right, we're all agreed," Heather pressed on. "We'll allow it, but only if everyone here agrees not to tell a single soul. Can we all agree to that?"

Everyone nodded.

Heather figured that now that the cat was out of the bag, she might as well go all the way. She started to make up a story from the top of her head. "It's really no big deal, and I should know, 'cos I've had to do it myself, before I was head cheerleader."

"Really? Wow!" said a wide-eyed Amy.

"Yes. It's a common punishment head cheerleaders give their cheerleaders who don't behave. In fact, the bet that Kim is talking about, what she really means is that she made a very serious error, which confidentiality prevents me from mentioning the details of. I warned her that unless her behavior changed, she would get this punishment. She didn't, so here she is. In fact, she's not the only one. At the same time, I'm punishing Katherine for another serious offense."

There was a gasp from Joy and Janice. Amy, remembering Alan's earlier lie, figured the mistake the two made was losing their cheerleading underwear.

"Katherine, you want to show them?" Heather asked. Now it was Katherine's turn to furiously blush. She turned around and briefly exposed her butt. "I'm... shaved in the front, too," she said very quietly.

"Heather, you can't give out this kind of punishment!" said Joy. "If that happened to me... I think I would die of shame!"

"I can and I will!" Heather said sternly. "If anyone here tells a single other soul, even your best friend or sibling or whomever, then whoever tells will have this as their punishment. If someone tells and I can't find out who, then you all will have to be painted and go to a game that way. Does anyone oppose me on this?" There was complete silence. "No? Then good!" Heather reveled in her new-found power over the other cheerleaders.

"All right, then. Katherine, you take Kim back to the lockers and get her paint job touched up, if you can. You know who to get help from." Heather also knew by now that Alan was the painter and referred to him. "Come back and rejoin practice when you're done, and have Kim come back and rejoin practice as soon as she's dry. Now, run along."

The two of them started to scamper off, but Heather stopped them. "Wait! Stay here for a sec."

"It's not as big a deal as it appears, girls," Heather went on to the whole group as she tried to reassure the panicked faces of some of the other cheerleaders. Even Amy was panicky at the thought of being painted and getting found out by the crowd. "The fact of the matter is, this happens all the time, and the only people who ever possibly find out are the other cheerleaders, because everyone else is too far away to see clearly.

"Do you know, over the years, how many times this has happened to girls on our squad? Lots. Hardly anyone knows just how many, 'cos no one ever finds out. It's a head cheerleader secret. Katherine and Kim have actually been like that all week, and none of you suspected a thing! I don't know why Kim had such a bad paint job today, but if she hadn't you still would never have noticed. So don't worry about those two during the game today. This is the last day of their punishment."

That relieved the others at lot, even as they were shocked to find out that both had been like that for a week. But the others were still intensely curious about it all, and especially to see what would happen during the game.

"Okay," Heather went on, "since that's all settled, I must say I'm still curious about this paint job. I want a closer look to see just what the problem is. Kim, can you lean up against that chain link fence over there?"

Kim nervously walked to the fence and wondered what new deviltry Heather had in mind.

The head cheerleader commanded, "All right, lean up against the fence. Higher. Stick your butt out higher, so we can get a clear view." Kim was forced to stick her butt up at an obscene angle, so it was higher than her head.

"That's better," Heather continued. "Everybody gather round. This damn skirt keeps getting in the way, though." Heather had purposely let the skirt fall over her hands twice to make it seem like an obstruction, when in fact it was not. "This damn skirt. Better just take it off." In one fell swoop, Heather pulled Kim's skirt down until it hit the ground. "That's better," she said as she suppressed a snicker.

"NoooOOOooo!" cried Kim. "I'm naked! The football players will see!" Football practice took place not far away on the other side of the fence. Even though it looked like Kim wore panties, to Kim it felt like she was totally nude.

"No you're not," chided Heather. "Remember, nobody thinks you're naked unless they can see you up close. That's why I pulled your skirt off, to make a point. Look – the football players aren't taking any notice at all." It was true; the football players were busy running plays. But even if they thought the paint job was real underwear, the sight of all the cheerleaders gathered around one person, staring at a skirtless crotch was bound to bring lots of attention as soon as any of the football players noticed. Heather didn't care much - she loved to play with danger.

Kim was silent and hoped a lack of discussion could hurry things up.

Heather put her hands on Kim's butt and peered at Kim's ass closely. "Everybody take a close look. Note how even the pussy lips are painted. But the paint there seems to be patchy, so you can see her pink if you're paying attention. That's bad." All the cheerleaders couldn't help but gather closely and stare, like passersby who gazed at a car wreck.

"Heather, please stop this, I beg you!" cried Kim. "I'll do anything, just let me go! I'm so embarrassed. I think I'm going to cry!"

Heather reluctantly let Kim go, mostly because she didn't want to have the other cheerleaders, especially Joy and Janice, freak out too much. Kim was allowed to put her skirt back on and walked off to the locker room with Katherine. The whole incident took less than a minute, and luckily none of the football players noticed anything odd.

Katherine, meanwhile, had no idea how she was supposed to touch up Kim's paint job. As the two of them walked to the locker room, she said, "That's a real shame Joy noticed. I can't believe Heather ratted me out, too! And exposed my brother pretty much in the bargain. I'm gonna have to get her for that. Anyways, I think she's right. The only thing we can do now is find Alan and fix your patchy paint job. He should be playing tennis right now. You stay here in the lockers and we'll come back."

"Thanks," was all Kim could say. She was a very emotional type and was still on the verge of tears.

Katherine tried her best to reassure her new friend. "Don't worry; I'm sure it'll be fine. No way will any of the others ever tell with that threat of a punishment. Heather sure gave a convincing story. And I thought your paint job was good enough. Anyway, I'll be back soon."

Katherine was able to get Alan out of tennis with the excuse of a family emergency. Ever resourceful, he had kept a brush and some of the paint in his locker in case of emergencies and went to get it. He quickly painted Kim up right in the big shower stall of the girl's locker room where he most certainly wasn't supposed to be. It was also where Katherine, Amy and Heather had played with each other just the day before.

He wondered what would happen if another female came into the room while he was there, but no one wanted to even discuss that possibility, it seemed. Because Kim was scared, it took him a few minutes of fingering her pussy for her pussy lips to get puffed up enough for him to paint them properly. He had to calm her down with soothing words, and then talk nasty to get her aroused. Katherine, meanwhile, stood guard.

He returned to class as quickly as he could. One could see the tennis courts from the football field, so the other cheerleaders who didn't already know Alan's role saw Katherine headed that way and Alan leave tennis. Thus, obviously they had reason now to strongly suspect that Alan was the painter of the fake underwear.

Back on the field, Kim and Katherine felt very self-conscious as they did their exercises. The other girls were still somewhat shocked, and frequently peeked in their direction. Heather finally had to order them to not give any unnecessary glances at Kim and Katherine during the game, for fear of drawing the crowd's attention towards them.

The game itself went without incident. There were some exposing moves like the high kick, but they were kept to a minimum by Heather and apparently no one in the crowd suspected a thing.

Kim and Katherine were nervous as hell the entire game, but really they were in little danger of getting caught. The crowd was so far away that no one could have noticed unless they looked for something suspicious with binoculars. Both of them secretly enjoyed the experience. Like the thrill of a bungee jump or frightening horror film, they enjoyed it and hated it at the same time.

Afterwards, all the other cheerleaders crowded around Kim and Katherine and fawned over them like little schoolgirls (except for Heather, who remained aloof to maintain her authority). "Oh my God, that was so hot!" Janice gushed. "Every time we did a high kick or shook our booties, I got so excited, even though it wasn't me!"

"Me too!" said Amy.

"What about you, Joy?" Katherine asked.

"It was pretty crazy, that's all I can say." She shook her head in wonder. "Okay, I admit it, I felt the same way. You two are pretty cool, that you can do that. If it were me, I would have pissed myself in total and utter fear!"

CHAPTER 14

Finally Alan's school day ended. He figured he shouldn't watch the game (i.e., actually his sister's pussy with binoculars), since he was more or less outed as the painter. Not to mention, he had his meeting after school with Ms. Rhymer. As everyone else left the school grounds, he went back to his fourth period classroom, full of curiosity at what Ms. Rhymer would talk about.

When he got there, she sat alone behind her desk and looked extremely angry. "Come in, young man!" she said sternly. He walked in, suddenly meek.

"Young man, I had hoped to use this time to discuss your medical treatment. But it looks like a more urgent problem has come up. Mr. Jackson told me all about how he caught you in the supply room yesterday."

Alan knew he was in deep trouble now.

"I'm shocked. Shocked to hear that you were in that room with some little hussy." She shot her words at him like bullets. "That cheerleader Kim, I gather." Her tone softened. "I'm hurt too, that you didn't even tell me that you had a girlfriend. I thought that you considered me a friend you could confide in, even though I'm also your teacher." He thought he saw her wipe away a tear, but he wasn't sure.

"You are a friend!" he quickly interjected. "You're my favorite, best teacher I've ever had!"

"Well, some kind of friend you are, then," she continued, now bitter. "What kind of friend would steal my key, make a copy of it and then use that copy to fornicate in a completely forbidden area? I cannot tell you how utterly disappointed I am in you, young man! This is completely deplorable! Not so much because of what you did in there. I understand that you've been driven to such behavior by your ... medical treatment. But to betray my trust like that! That was completely unnecessary! Why couldn't you have just told me? We could have worked something out." She definitely cried now, both sad and angry.

Alan felt so bad that he felt like would cry, too. He was too stunned to come up with a good response. He completely hadn't expected this, especially since Ms. Rhymer had acted no differently towards him during class that day. When the class was over, she had even said to him, "Don't forget our appointment! I'll see you later!" in a completely innocuous and gay tone.

He still tried to figure out what she meant by "worked something out," when she prodded him again, "What do you have to say for yourself, young man?"

"Um, I'm really sorry! I never meant to hurt you! It wasn't that I wanted to betray your trust; it's just that I thought that you would never understand, that no one would understand. This medical treatment is driving me crazy! It's like my body chemistry has changed. I get horny all the time, and I've gotten used to getting quick relief. I thought that if I didn't get some relief in the middle of the day during school, I would go crazy. So I did something drastic, and stupid."

"You sure did," she agreed, now angry again. "You're just lucky that it was Mr. Jackson who caught you, or you could have been expelled. I understand that you needed relief, but why did you have to turn to some slutty cheerleader? I'm sure that Kim is a slut who's ready to spread her legs for any guy, or girl more likely, I hear! Do you know enough about sexual diseases? Do you realize the risks you're taking?"

Suddenly her voice changed and became loving and caring. "Why didn't you come to me, your favorite teacher? Do you not like me? Do you not find me attractive? I'll tell you, young man," her voice angry again, "that cheerleader is no match for me! I could show her things that would make her blush!"

Alan's mind boggled. What is she saying? Is she offering to replace Kim, so I can do things with her sexually? With my sexy teacher? The one I've been dreaming about for two years? No way. This is exactly like what Katherine was joking about just yesterday!

He answered, "I find you VERY attractive, Ms. Rhymer! Please don't be mad at me! You're the greatest! I've had a crush on you for two years!"

"Hrrmph!" Ms. Rhymer huffed. "You're just saying that to make me feel better! You've always had a cunning tongue. Anyway, having a crush on your teacher is wrong! Very wrong! It's not allowed. And you can't blame that on your medical treatment, either. I think you've been bad. Very bad! Luckily, Mr. Jackson was smart enough to come to me and explain the situation. Since you stole my key, he thought it fit that I give you the punishment for your misdeeds, and a punishment you will get!"

Alan was already a bit surprised by her appearance, since her blouse was open and underneath it she wore a sporty top that had a lower cut than anything he'd seen her wear before. He doubted she wore a bra. But now she got up, and Alan noticed that she had no pants on whatsoever, and merely wore a bathing suit bottom. However, he was in no position at the moment to ask why.

Ms. Rhymer walked towards the door and locked it. She picked up something off of the desk and held it behind her back. Then she came back to him, bent over him with her hands behind her back and got even angrier. "Since you act like a child, I'm going to treat you like a child!" she raved. "I'm going to give you a spanking, just like a little boy!"

Her tone then momentarily changed yet again and grew hesitant. "Now, strictly speaking, this kind of thing is not allowed. Do you plan to complain, or are you man enough to take your proper punishment with dignity and keep your mouth shut?"

"I'll uh, take my proper punishment." His mind spun crazily. Could this be for real? Kind, amazingly nice Ms. Rhymer, "Surfer Girl" Ms. Rhymer, is going to spank me like a little boy? Of all the people in the world!

"Good! At least you're not a complete baby!" she yelled, tough again. "Now take off your shorts and underwear and bend over the desk."

Oh no! I'll have to get naked in front of her! I always wanted to be naked for her, but not like this. Alan stood three feet in front of Ms. Rhymer, who now sat on the edge of her desk. He was as red as can be. He took a step or two back, and began to take off his shoes so he could get his shorts off, and then slowly slid his shorts down. He felt like he was the main event in a completely coerced strip show. He would have been just as humiliated if a whole crowd watched him.

He began to pull his underwear off as he watched Ms. Rhymer's angry eyes bore into his crotch. His penis sprung free and showed itself to be completely erect. He quickly got his underwear off and used his hands to cover up his penis.

"Young man, you are completely incorrigible! You stand in front of your teacher with a hard-on! No, don't try to hide it!" Alan sheepishly pulled his hands away. "Is that how you repay all my kindness, with your perverted crush and uncontrollable erections? That's what you've been doing all this week and last, having erections all through my class. I won't stand for it! Now come over here and take your punishment!"

Alan noticed that Ms. Rhymer now held her ruler and unconsciously stroked it in the same way he'd spied her doing it a few days before. God, what the hell does she want? First I thought she's coming on to me, then she's humiliating me, now she's stroking the ruler. What the hell? I've never seen her act like this, at all.

He nervously walked over to the desk and bent over it. He was tall enough so that his feet still touched the floor, and he was able to push his genitals up and over the desk to give them some cover.

She crouched down behind him so she could have a good look at him between his legs. "No, that position is too good for you," Ms. Rhymer finally concluded. "I won't have your disgusting genitals all over my desk."

She grabbed a chair that had no armrests. "Here, lay down over this." Alan did. He put his knees on the ground in the back and his head and arms on the ground in front. Between them, the chair pressed on his stomach. His genitals, including his engorged dick, hung down in the open air just beyond the edge of the seat. With his face practically on the ground, it was impossible for him to look up and see where his teacher stood or what she did.

"That's more like it," she said. "Now get ready to take your punishment. I think ten smacks will be a good start."

He felt a smack on his bottom, and realized it must be the ruler she had just stroked. It really hurt. Four more times the ruler came down in quick succession. He was already in real agony after the first one. He didn't expect it to hurt so much, but it did.

"Now how does that make you feel?" his teacher said through clenched teeth. "That'll teach you to fuck that little tramp! I'll bet that finally cured you of your erection."

To his amazement, Alan felt Ms. Rhymer reach under his legs and cup his penis in her hands. If anything, it was harder than before.

She yelled at him, "I can't believe it! You're still hard! Are you so perverted that spanking actually turns you on instead? Well, we'll see with a few more smacks."

To his ever-increasing surprise, Alan found that indeed, the spanking had only gotten him more aroused. Especially because ever since Ms. Rhymer had grasped his penis, she hadn't let go.

"However," Ms. Rhymer went on with a bit more softness in her voice, "I see that I may have been too hard with the ruler. It's not my intention to hurt you so badly. For the rest of your punishment I'll use my hand so it won't leave such a mark."

She spanked his naked butt with the palm of her hand. The spankings were much less painful now. Between each swat her hand lingered on his butt and caressed where the hand had just hit. Meanwhile, Alan felt her other hand begin to move around his penis, as if she purposely rubbed it.

By the tenth and hopefully last strike, it was clear that there was a lot more stroking of his butt and rubbing of his penis than any spanking going on. But to Alan's surprise, even the painful spankings had aroused him. He felt like he would shoot his load onto the floor at any second, and only fiercely held back because he was afraid what her reaction would be. If it hadn't been for his PC muscle training, he would have lost it long ago.

"Turn over," she said. He turned over and maneuvered himself so he ended up sitting in the chair. He looked her into her eyes at last. She appeared to pant heavily and stared with excitement at his long, thick penis. "Sit down on the edge of the desk, and face me," she commanded.

Alan obeyed. His penis poked up away from his body and into the air. He actually felt the blood pulse into it in his head and it made him light-headed.

The pace of her breathing slowed. "Good. You're not ashamed of your manhood. Now we can have that discussion of what to do about your medical treatment."

Her voice was much kinder now. "Alan, I didn't actually want to spank you. I've never spanked anyone in my life. But it was the only way I could think of to get you in the position you're in right now. Namely, sitting naked on my desk. The fact is, what really fuels my anger is that you don't want me to help you find relief with your ejaculations! What is it that you need? A handjob? A blowjob? Lots of them? I can give you anything that cheerleader can give you and twice as well! I've had feelings for you, too, for some time, but I've just been too shy and maybe ashamed to act on them. I still don't know what to say or do now. The spanking and anger was a way to step outside of myself to get past that barrier, but now I don't know what to do."

"Kiss me," Alan said. He surprised himself with his confidence, a confidence greatly fueled by lust. He stood up and kissed his teacher on the lips.

CHAPTER 15

Ms. Rhymer's mouth parted open and soon their tongues twirled in a wild dance. Her hands ran to his naked ass and began to caress it while he ran his hands through her hair and down her back.

She broke the kiss and moaned, "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I'll never do it again. Please forgive me!" They kissed some more. Alan groped at her boobs with one hand, but was foiled by her top and thick bra. He took off her blouse, which already hung open, and then began to take off the exercise clothing she wore underneath it.

She pushed him away. "Alan, I can't let you do that. You know I have a boyfriend, a serious boyfriend. My feelings for him are ... confused. I'm not ready for that. I'm not ready to, um, you know, have sex. If you have to do that right now, go to that little tramp. But I can give you something else. The best blowjob you ever had, or ever are going to get!"

She knelt down in front of him and before her own desk. When she took his penis in hand, she guided it into her mouth and began to work her tongue around the head. It felt unbelievable. She whipped her tongue around his penis so quickly that he felt as if there were two tongues upon him. She played with the tip of his penis and then took him deep, deeper than anyone before. Then she pulled him all the way out, did it again and went even deeper this time.

Though she breathed through her nose, she eventually had to pause for more air. Then she did it again, but this time he felt his penis not only hit the back of her throat, but actually go down it. He thought for sure her gag reflex would kick in and she would choke or even throw up, but she didn't.

He looked down and saw that her mouth went nearly all the way to his balls. He realized, So this is what deep throating is!

Alan could only wonder to himself, Where on Earth did all that penis go? It's like sword swallowing! But it got even better. His penis slid up and down her throat, and it occurred to him just how similar the sensations were to when he fucked his sister the day before. It's not like I'm metaphorically fucking her face - I am literally fucking her face!

It was like fucking and then some, because even as his penis pistoned in and out of the back of her mouth, her tongue swirled around the middle of his penis, and her lips did incredible things to the base of his penis.

But she didn't stop there. With one hand she played with his balls, which gave him incredible sensations there that he had never felt before. With the other she pushed his butt up and then slid a finger into his anus. Between all these sensations, he knew he couldn't last long. Even his PC muscle exercises didn't prepare him for this combined assault.

"I have to cum!" he cried. She kept on as if she hadn't heard. He shot a powerful load into her mouth, but she took it in stride and swallowed every last drop of his jism.

When he was done, she gasped for breath, but she was okay. She stood up, satisfied and happy. "Now tell me young man, can your girlfriend do that?"

"No," Alan admitted. "You were amazing." Alan realized that of all his blowjobs recently the only ones that came close were those of Suzanne's, and even she couldn't compare. Deep throating was a completely different thing, and only Ms. Rhymer knew how to deep throat him.

"Actually, she's not my girlfriend," he said. "I don't really have a girlfriend. She's more of a lesbian than anything. That was a weird moment of passion. I don't know what it means for the future, but I don't think of her in that way. That's why I didn't tell you."

"Good. Since you don't have a girlfriend, I want you here every day after school to get your treatment, and that's a requirement to pass my class, young man!" She smiled broadly.

He replied, "Ms. Rhymer, please, don't even say that. I think I'm going to die. You show me pleasure I didn't even think possible, and then you say we're going to do it every day? With you? The woman I've been dreaming about for so long? Do you have any idea how many nights I fell asleep masturbating, thinking about you? I can't believe this is happening."

She was very happy. "It's not quite as good as that. Deep throating isn't exactly easy, or as pleasurable for me as your regular cocksucking. I'm afraid we'll have to save those for special occasions. You'll just have to put up with plain old cocksucking on a daily basis."

"Oh no! How horrible!" he joked. But then, more seriously, he said, "Um, I can't, uh, actually be with you every day after school." Alan thought of his plans to go to Kim's house with his sister every Monday and Thursday, for starters. She was very surprised. "God knows I'd love to! Some days I can, but it would be better during lunch, Ms. Rhymer. I don't know if that's possible for you, though."

"Don't call me Ms. Rhymer. Don't you think we know each other well enough now to be on a first-name basis?"

"Sorry, uh, Gloria."

"Call me Glory. That's what my close friends call me."

"Glory." He tried out the new word experimentally. It made him smile, because he began to sing:

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door with a loaded forty-four
Now she ain't my teach no more!

They both laughed. "Battle Hymn of the Republic, you know," Alan pointed out. They both were familiar with the kid's variation to the famous song.

"The first two lines are good, but I don't like the last two," she kidded.

"I don't either. Let's see. Maybe we can come up with something better." He sang again:

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
We did it on the floor of a beat up four by four
And now I bang her on the door!

"Much better," she said with a laugh. "You're so clever! What a shame I don't own a four by four. Maybe we can work on realizing that last line, though. Someday, perhaps. Did you notice this room is actually pretty ideal? The door locks, there's thick paper over the door's tiny window, and the walls are thick and soundproof. Plus, we're on the second floor, and with the trees and the hill in the way, no one can look in from outside. Maybe we should try out your door idea someday when the hallways are full, and see if anyone notices!"

"And here you won't even let me take off your bra."

"Well, since you insist, maybe I'll give you a little peek. But hands to yourself." She began to strip.

She talked as she sexily shed her clothing. "Your lunch idea presents some problems. I realize that's when I could really help you the most, since Suzanne helps you before school and when you get home, I assume. But it could be suspicious if you were in my room during lunch every day, with the door locked."

"But everybody already knows that I stay after class and talk to you during lunch anyway."

"That's true, but it's usually only for five minutes at the most, and it's with the door unlocked and usually open."

"Okay, here's an idea," said Alan. "Some days we can do it during lunch, with the door locked, of course. Get your door to automatically lock when it shuts. Some doors do that, and then the locked door won't seem suspicious." Alan's eyes were locked on her chest now, as she finished unhooking her bra.

"How do I do that?" she asked as she let the bra drop to the floor.

Alan thought, Dang! Nice tits! My teacher's tits! This is so sweet! This isn't happening! He gazed at her like an idiot. Then he snapped back to her question. "Uh. A locksmith can change it. Then, on other days, we can hang out and talk during lunch as we always do with the door open, so people will think sometimes the door just happens to close and sometimes it doesn't. On those days, hopefully usually we can meet after school in your room, and take more time. 'Cos after all, we both have to still eat lunch, and the lunch period is not long."

"I think I have a new item on my menu," said Glory. "It's called a Sperm Shake. Very high in protein. I can still taste it!" She leaned her head back and made lewd gurgling noises.

Alan was shocked, insofar as he paid attention to anything other than her boobs. "Ms. Rhymer! I meant, Glory!"

"You thought I was prim and proper, didn't you? Well I have a whole other side." She was completely naked from the waist up, but seemed surprisingly unselfconscious about being naked in front of him. She even thrust her chest out a little bit.

"I kinda guessed, though it's still a surprise to see," said Alan. "When I've seen you on the beach it's like you're a totally different person. You know, we all call you 'Surfer Girl' behind your back."

Alan's thoughts drifted to mental images he had of seeing Glory surf the waves even as his eyes remained locked on her chest, and he imagined her surfing naked.

"I know, and I don't mind at all!" Referring to the nickname of one of the other teachers, she pointed out, "It's much better than calling Mr. Farnburton 'Mr. Farmbottom'!" They laughed together.

She continued, "Maybe one of these days you'll just have to bump into 'Surfer Girl' accidentally-on-purpose at the beach. I'd like that."

"I'd like that very much, too." He found himself horny all over again, on top of his already-existing arousal. He fantasized fucking her on the beach sands, even as he absorbed the reality of her topless beauty in front of him. "I've had some pretty amazing fantasies about you, but the reality is soooo much better." But then he remembered what else he had to do. "Unfortunately, right now I've got to roll," Alan said ruefully.

"So soon? I thought we were just getting started!" she pouted. "You don't like what you see?" She cupped her boobs and thrust them out towards him. "Are you going to run home to Suzanne's bigger boobs instead?" She then pinched her boobs, as if to entice Alan to suck on them.

"It's not that! I'd love to stay here for hours. But I've got a medical appointment. It's about my treatment." He began to put on his clothes.

"Oh. Well, then. That can't be helped. And sorry again about the spanking. But it was my way of breaking the ice. I'm sure we can find ways for me to make it up to you. I might just need to work on my deep throating some more, for instance. I might just have to suck on your cock quite a lot, as my way to say I'm sorry. Would you like that?"

"Glory, you know I'm not brain damaged. Though I might be if you keep giving me blowjobs like that one. So I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer."

She smiled happily and so did he. "See you on Monday, especially at lunch, if you know what I mean!"

"Definitely. And the spanking wasn't bad at all. In fact, it made me all horny, as you knew it would. But since you were so naughty with me, maybe I'll just have to give YOU the spanking next time!"

"Maybe you will," Glory agreed gleefully.

He waved and walked out.

Alone, Glory thought to herself, What have I done? Glory, you are a very, very foolish woman. You're skating on thin ice. Razor-thin ice. There are so many reasons why that was not a smart thing to do, including what my boyfriend would think. Soon to be ex-boyfriend, I suspect. And there's my job. I'm gonna lose my job for sure. But, to be completely honest, I'd do it all over again. My Alan! He's mine!

Little did even the very perceptive Glory realize just how many other women she was competing with.