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When he was done, he fell back and just panted for a while with closed eyes. When he opened them again, he saw the girls still sitting above him with copious amounts of cum dripping off of their faces. But they weren't doing anything about it; they both were just waiting for further instructions from him.
Alan sat up. "Okay, Sis. What's going on? You're acting bitchy and mean. That's not like you at all."
"I'm sorry, Brother," she said with genuine contrition, temporarily ignoring the jism slowly drooling down her face. "I can't pretend this thing about Amy being chosen over me doesn't bother me. You know I have self-confidence issues, and the fact that she's so beautiful and busty-"
Alan interrupted her. "Sis, you know that I love you, don't you? You were so much more than just a sister to me, even before all this sexual stuff started to happen. You're my best friend. Aims is great fun, and yes, I love her too. But that doesn't take away any of the love I have for you. It's like, just 'cos I love Mom, that doesn't mean I can't love you too! Right? Amy and you are like best friends too, and getting closer all the time. You've been best friends since you were both little. Don't let this come between you. Let's just love each other as much as people can possibly be in love."
"M'kay!" Amy said with great enthusiasm. She'd broken into a giant smile right when Alan said, "Aims is great fun, and yes, I love her too." Katherine's unusually annoying behavior seemed trivial in comparison.
Katherine smiled too, though a bit more grudgingly. She couldn't help but feel a lot better after hearing Alan say that he loved her so much.
She turned to Amy. "I'm sorry, Aims. Please, just give me time to work through this. I'm sorry if I criticized your cocksucking or anything else."
Amy nodded in understanding. She was careful not to nod too vigorously, though, as she didn't want to shake any of Alan's cum off her face.
Katherine added more brightly, "Let's work together to be the best cocksucking team there is! We can trade tips and teach each other stuff and even practice together. I promise I'll try not to be too piggish or judgmental."
Amy smiled from ear to ear. "M'kay! That sounds more like the Kat that I know and love."
Katherine's happiness grew even greater when she heard Amy say that she loved her. Surprisingly, it was something they'd never really said to each other before. She made sure her feelings were clear as well. "Aims, I love you too. How can anybody stay mad or jealous at you? You're just too nice a person."
Alan was very pleased, seizing on the moment. "Okay. I want there to be peace between the two of you. No more fighting. I want you to kiss and make up any bad feelings by licking the cum off each other's faces."
Katherine looked up at him and smiled. "Good idea, Big Polish-sausage Brother. Aims, you know how a dog marks his territory by going around and peeing on posts?"
"Yeah?"
"The man we love just did that to us. He's marking our faces with his cum. That tells everyone that we're his. Totally. I wish I could go to school just like this, with my brother's cum dripping down my face."
Amy protested, "But I'm already totally his! I'm his eager pussy!"
"Sure, I know. And I'm his eager Kat. But think about it: now you're his even more than before. In the spirit of cooperation and sharing, let me tell you a little secret. Make sure you always lick Bro's penis clean after he's given you a cum load. Some women find that kind of thing demeaning, but it's a fun job because the last drops of his cum are the sweetest. So always give him one final suck." She gave a happy wink to a smiling Amy.
"Really?"
"Definitely. You should see Mom; she's totally into it. I'm still trying to make it an automatic habit like she does. I think there's no better way to show your total devotion to serving Brother's cock."
Katherine went ahead and gave Alan's penis a good tongue bath (while simultaneously trying her best not to lose any of the cum droplets that clung to her face).
Amy desperately wished that she were the one who was getting those last drops. She sighed sadly as she watched Katherine do it. But at the same time her heart was soaring because she had reached a new level of intimacy and understanding with her closest female friend. Besides, she got to clean Alan's balls while Kat was working on his dick, and that was almost as much fun.
Once the girls concluded that Alan's penis and balls were completely clean (and then some), they put their faces close together and got to work licking and kissing the cum off each other as he had requested.
Alan slightly regretted his mutual cum-licking idea, because the sight got him tremendously aroused mentally even though his penis was still recovering. He'd managed a particularly big load after all their floor-play and their faces simply dripped with his jism. He thought, This is amazing. All this talk about finding new ways to keep me constantly hard isn't just talk; they're really doing it!
Amy and Katherine went on and on, licking each other's faces for many minutes. They were very tender and loving with each other. They both wanted to make up after their spat, and since they weren't in the habit of verbally expressing their feelings about each other, they tried to show their love with intimate licking, like a pussy and a cat.
At times, Katherine almost looked like she was going to cry, though it wasn't clear if they would be tears of sadness or joy or both.
Eventually, Alan's dick responded to the sexy sight. But his penis also hurt from too much recent stimulation - he was partially right with his guess that cumming again so soon wasn't a wise thing to do. He knew that if he had to pee hard it would be excruciating.
He pushed his erection between his legs so the two girls couldn't see it and inspire him to further naughtiness, which he would enjoy greatly at the time but later regret physically.
As their mutual licking ended due to a lack of any more cum, Katherine said, "Amy, again, I'm sorry. It's just that sometimes I can't control my feelings."
Amy said consolingly, "I can relate. I get jealous too. I mean, who doesn't get jealous of your mom and her special Tuesdays? Not to mention her super big boobies and her perfect body."
"I know!" Katherine agreed, giggling. "She gets so much of his cum, especially on Tuesdays. It's just not fair."
Amy continued, "But Kat, I really do love you. Let's help each other not be jealous, m'kay? If we're all catty, then we're not being the best sex toys for him that we can possibly be."
Katherine's eyes went wide in understanding. Those words hit the spot because she felt very, very strongly that she should be the best sex toy for her brother. She said gaily, "Agreed! I almost ruined his climax with my whining, and I'll be damned sure THAT's not going to happen again! If we're acting catty, we have to make sure it involves milk or licking!"
That led to more giggling and kissing between the two girls as Alan just watched and listened.
It was hard to say which of the three of them felt greater pleasure, because all of them were floating on clouds by the time it was over. They lay on top of each other, heedless of the now large puddles of milk everywhere.
There were a lot of jokes about Alan's "cream" and much discussion about how much fun it was to play with food. They brainstormed other foods to try out, but they were too exhausted to act on any of the ideas. In reality, all three were a complete mess.
As Alan lay there on the cold, wet kitchen floor, he thought about Katherine's recent behavior. Sis is such a total nympho. She's so intense in her feelings about me. And then the way she was going off on Amy... I'm not happy about that. In a lot of families those comments would seem like nothing. But our family gets along so well that, by our standards, that was a major blow-up.
Luckily, Amy's so cool about stuff; she knew what NOT to say. And she's smart, too. Like her comment about "not being the best sex toys for him that we can possibly be." It sounds like some innocuous throwaway line, but she cut right to the heart of things by suggesting that Sis has to do better to be the 'number one fuck toy' that she claims to be.
I'm so glad that Amy's turning out to be a lot more clever than I ever realized. Now I'm seeing that she was that way all along, but she's so subtle about it, like that particular comment. She pulled Sis's strings so precisely right.
Sis takes this "favorite fuck toy" title so seriously. I don't understand it. I didn't know she had that side to her personality, but I guess sex and love bring out weird tendencies and fetishes in people. It seems to go beyond fantasizing and into some kind of serious lifestyle for her. As far as I can tell, she literally likes to think of herself as a fuck toy. MY fuck toy! I really ought to tell her to stop, but I gotta admit it's a huge turn-on.
And naturally Amy is completely amiable and agreeable to her suggestions. Of course I don't want either of them to be a "mindless cunt," but damn, it's fun to hear that, especially when both of them are gobbling up my dick at the same time. Wow!
But what could explain her thinking? What could cause her... Wait. I know what this reminds me of: harem scenes in old movies. You always get those scantily-clad women in the "I Dream of Jeannie" costumes fighting over access to the sultan. Even if they're captured slaves, they get seriously into it, trying to outdo each other. I know that's just a cheesy Hollywood story and not real life, but still...
That seems to be what's slowly happening to the women I'm with. The catty fighting and the trying to be the best possible slave - that's just like some Arabian Nights movie. I guess that's human nature; to try to be the best. What I don't understand is how did my own sister's main goal become simply one of pleasing me sexually? I mean, I'm just her brother, but the way she and Mom talk, you'd think I shit bricks of gold.
But what's weird is that Sis is sometimes jealous of Aims, yet sometimes helps her, like with this dual blowjob, the way they were going back and forth between cooperation and competition. I just hope she can keep this jealousy in check, because I think Amy really relies on her in so many ways, and of course they're best friends. Amy is so trusting and kind; it would be so easy for Sis to break her heart by being cruel.
I really should fuck Aims soon. I want her first time to be special, though. Maybe tomorrow night. And then I'll be fucking both of them. That should help keep everyone happy, if they're getting frequently fucked. I can just picture fucking these two over and over in a joyous ménage à trois. I guess there's cooperation and competition and alliances in a harem, so maybe this kind of problem is normal.
But do I really, literally, have a harem? I'm just a totally normal teenager leading a totally normal life in Orange County! Or at least I was! I'm here in a completely typical kitchen in an absolutely normal, if a bit well-to-do, house. Utter suburbia. No problem. Yet I'm pretty much resting in a puddle of milk with two gorgeous, naked teenage goddesses who are acting like catty cats, slurping and licking all over me. Fuck!
"What are you thinking?"
Alan shook free of his thoughts. He realized that he was still on the floor and that Katherine had asked him a question.
"Oh, nothing," he answered. But he thought to himself, I have to talk to her about this sometime soon, when we're alone. This is just too freaky. I mean, I still want my sister to be my sister and my best friend.
Amy was doing nothing more than lying there next to him. But Katherine had more energy. "Look, Brother. Your sister is a pussy cat. Meow! Meow!" She sat up like a cat doing pet tricks and wagged her tongue at him. "Hey, Big Flagpole Brother, can you feed your pussy cat a saucer full of your cream?"
All Alan could think was, Jesus Fucking Christ. I think my brain just blew a fuse. My sister is a naked cat. This is too much! I thought things were freaky before! My mom is a cow, my sister is a cat, Amy is a bottle of milk. So what does that make Aunt Suzy? She's just fucking sexy, that's what she is. Hell, they all are. Together they're going to slowly kill me with too much love.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Susan lay in her bathtub. Just as the milk had inspired a pussy-cat fantasy for Katherine, it was further inspiration for Susan's favorite animal metaphor as well. She stayed in the bathtub for quite a while. When the milk ran out, she filled the tub with hot water and lay there, still fantasizing about Alan and milk.
Her desire to lactate for him was greater than ever before. I'm a fuck cow! A milk cow for my son. 'Cow' sounds funny, but it's so appropriate, because all a cow does is sit around and go "moo" while the owner takes care of everything and plays with her private parts. Alan is my owner and he takes care of all my needs. He fills my mouth with hard, hot cock every day! Squeeze my breasts, Tiger! Squeeze my tits until the milk comes gushing out. That's my udder. Milk my udder while I milk you! Fuck yes! Good Lord God! Fuck!
The water sloshed out of the tub as she writhed around, on her way to yet another orgasm.
If Alan could have known her thoughts, his brain might have simply exploded from sheer amazement at the weird, sexual world he now inhabited.
Alan, Amy, and Katherine cleaned up the kitchen floor, removing all traces of the milky mess they'd made. Once that job was done, Amy returned home to cook dinner for her dad and brother, since her mother Suzanne wasn't around.
That left Alan and Katherine alone downstairs. Alan was very gratified about that, because he needed to talk to her about things. He sat down on a stool by the kitchen counter and asked, "Can we talk, Sis? Something serious?"
"We could, but couldn't we take showers first? I'm still all naked and sticky. You are too."
"Let's talk now. If we shower now, who knows who else will be around by the time we're done. I want this to be just between you and me."
"Okay." She sat on the stool next to his. "What's up?"
"Kat, I gotta say I love how much you love helping me. These last few weeks have been beyond fantastic. But this whole pussy-cat thing - it's weird. Mom, at the same time, is going on about how she's a sex cow. And you're getting, like, sooooo into the 'favorite fuck toy' concept. Is this all just playing around or are you seriously getting into some weird stuff?"
She responded, "You know how you're so into role-plays? Like at the fashion show? It's like that. Maybe a flair for the dramatic and fantasy runs in the family, like Mom said. It's just some harmless fun." She was trying to tone down her "fuck toy" talk since she saw that it bothered him.
"But come on, Sis, it's more than that, isn't it? You already told me it's more. It's like you love being a sexual plaything. You like the submissive aspect of it."
"Okay, maybe. Maybe a bit... All right, maybe more than just a bit. But what's wrong with that? I'm having a blast. This is sooooooo, so much FUN!"
She threw her arms up in the air to punctuate her enthusiasm. "I'm walking on air every day. Being with you makes me feel so good. I'd do anything to make you happy in return. I'll be your slave gladly."
Alan replied carefully, "Well, it's cool that you're so happy. I'm happy too, lately. Deliriously happy. But I don't need you as a slave; I need you as a sister. I love you the way you've always been. You don't have to be a pussy crawling around naked on all fours drenched in milk for me to love you. I mean, this is weird. It feels like I'm in Bizarro world here and I don't understand what's going on anymore."
"Big Telephone Pole Bro, let me tell you what's going on. We're having a sexual free-for-all. It's like sex, sex, sex, twenty-four seven. And I'm discovering just what things really get my motor running. I practically cream in my pants when I think of being your fuck toy. That phrase just came to me spontaneously one day, and it felt so right. I love it. I think about it all the time. 'Fuck toy'. Everything since just makes me feel that way even more. Maybe it's the fact that I was so repressed my whole life, so when the sex came out, it came out big time and I'm going overboard a bit. That could be what's happening to Mom too."
"I think so. Yeah, actually, I know so. Good point."
"But I'm still your same loving younger sister that I've always been. I haven't been possessed by pod creatures from another planet, or anything."
"I don't know," Alan replied. "I mean, obviously I'm not literally thinking that, but it's weird how both you and Mom are so into this submission stuff."
Katherine replied, "Yeah, that's partly just luck, I'm sure. But seeing her go that way makes it easier for me to do it too, and it becomes like a vicious circle, but in a good way. We get a bit carried away."
"Yeah! I noticed that," he said with understatement.
She just grinned. "Anyway, I'm still the same ol' me. But now there's this new side, too, and it's a side that loves to please you more than anything. Don't think of it as a purely selfless thing, because when I please you I get sooooo much pleasure in return."
She paused. "On second thought, it IS a selfish thing. Think about it. On average, for every orgasm you have, I have at least three. Easy. Probably more. And not just any old orgasms; these are Earth-shattering, brain-splitting orgasms. Is it any wonder that all the women are falling all over you, when you can please them like that?"
Alan remained silent, partly out of modesty and partly because he couldn't see how he was responsible; it must be their own fantasies that were taking them to such repeated heights.
She went on, "Sexually, I think it's mostly your stamina. Whenever you do something, you just do it for soooo fucking long. The girls at school talk about sex, so I know what other guys are like, plus Aunt Suzy has shared with me some of her considerable sexual knowledge. I know that most guys do a quick missionary position - "Bam! Bam! Thank you, ma'am" - and then it's over. Did you know that in Brazil the average sex act lasts forty-five minutes, but in the U.S. it's only five? That's a serious fact. Five minutes!"
She rolled her eyes derisively. "And at our lame-ass high school, a girl is lucky to get five. That's not enough time for a woman to have even one climax. The guys don't care if you do or don't anyway, as long as they get their rocks off. But with you, after half an hour of solid fucking, you're just getting warmed up! Hell, even blowjobs are so awesome, especially lately. It's like you're an octopus, with your hands roaming all over me and pushing all my buttons. I always cum whenever I suck you off. It's ALL so exciting! I'm totally in love with you, and I don't care if you are my brother. In fact, that just makes it way better, because I already loved you so much!"
Alan replied, "Of course I love you too, but am I really all that? Come on. That's a bit of an exaggeration."
"No it's not. The other day you fucked me solid, really hard, for over an hour, and that was no particularly big deal for you. I died and went to heaven so many times. I don't even know how many times, 'cos all the pleasure is just one big wonderful blur."
His natural modesty kicked in. "Don't say that, because I feel myself becoming more of an insufferable, egotistical jerk even as we speak. I'm just an ordinary guy. I don't want to be some famous lover; I just wanna be me. I don't understand why all these picture-perfect, centerfold-type women, including you, are all over me."
"If it makes you feel better, Bro, maybe you'd be more ordinary down in Brazil. Or other places where people love sex, love doing it, and spend years getting really good at it. Here, in this repressed country, even here in Orange County, people are ashamed about it and just kind of stumble into it. There's no training. People just muddle about. But you - you've been trained. Mostly by Aunt Suzy, I assume. How many teenagers have all your teenage energy and stamina, combined with lessons learned from a very experienced older woman? And then there's also that PC muscle trick of yours. God, you're awesome with that. The way you pause, and then go again, then pause and go again. And again! I know you're not some giant twelve-inch-long penis guy or something, despite the way Mom goes on about you sometimes. You're just really, really good through lots of recent practice."
He laughed. "Yeah. Lots and lots and lots of practice. Maybe too much practice. We need some balance in our lives."
"NoooOOOOoooo! Don't say that! I love you, Brother. I don't ever want it to stop. I just want to do more, more, more, more, more, more, more! And then there's what both of us can do with Mom and Aunt Suzy and Amy and... and all the other cheerleaders. I've become a total sex junkie and it's all thanks to you! I just want to be your fuck toy and have you take me along on all your sexual adventures. Like this milk thing with Amy. Was that hot or what? I'm getting all horny right now just thinking about it. I loooooove being a pussy for you. Both kinds. Don't be a party-pooper. Don't make it stop."
"Whoa. How did things come to this? Man!" Alan's brain was reeling. He stared off into the distance, deep in thought.
Finally, he said, "You know what? I don't want it to stop either. I guess I'm a sex junkie too. I just want more and more, too. I'd be lying to claim anything else. This is a once-in-a-lifetime, one-in-a-million opportunity to love so many beautiful and wonderfully caring women. But we need to maintain contact with reality at least a little. Like school. Are we just going to fuck our way into failing right out of school, and drop out so close to graduating? Or what about getting into a good college?"
But she replied, "Don't worry about studying. That's why we'll be doing more of the stealth stroking help. We're going to stroke you right into the Ivy League."
He shook his head. "I'll believe that when I see it. I think I'm going to be stroked right into disaster, though I'll be loving it all the way down. Not to mention the growing likelihood of getting caught. One day, Brad or Eric or someone else is going to wander over here. We have all those windows in the back, and if anyone takes a look inside they'll be able to see everything. All hell is going to break loose. It could all come down at any moment. And what about our social life? We have to have something of a normal social life."
She countered, "But why? All my favorite people, everyone I really love, I now can also love sexually. Amy was my best friend already, in school and all my life. And then there's you and Mom and Aunt Suzy. Everyone else can go hang as far as I'm concerned. In fact, all this sex is even making me new friends, like Kim; she and I are really close now."
"Well, that's good for you," he replied. "And I'm on the same page with all the people you just said, but I had other friends before. Mostly guys with common interests. I'm not exactly planning on having sex with them as a new way to say hello. Those friends are slipping away. My grades are falling apart. And although the sex is out of this world, there are just too many women. I can't handle it! I feel like I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. So please don't weird me out too much. If things get too much for me, then I'm gonna literally say the word 'uncle,' and then I hope you can cool things down and set things straight. A big time-out, if you know what I mean?"
She nodded gravely. She wanted him to know that she was taking this seriously along with him. "I do. 'Uncle' is the word. I can only imagine how intense this all must be for you. That's one reason why we're all so grateful for everything you do for us."
"Okay, but you don't have to be THAT grateful, all right? Everything in moderation, okay?"
"Okay. We'll do just what you want. Whatever you say goes, Big Oil Derrick Brother." She winked while grinning a bit. "You know, those oil derricks keep going up and down in a piston motion twenty-four hours a day, pounding a hole, and then just pounding into it over and over and over."
He rolled his eyes but grinned at the same time. "I know. You don't have to spell it out."
"But it's so much fun. Sex is fun and natural. There's no need to freak out. Let's just go with it and enjoy it." She gave him a big hug and a long kiss, followed by some necking with lots of tongue.
He felt a lot better. He wasn't sure how much of that was due to the sensation of her ample tits covering his chest while her hard nipples pressed into him, and how much of it was the sensitivity and caring she'd just shown. Either or both, they sure made him feel good.
"I'm gonna go take a shower. See you in a bit." He paused, added "Little Iron-fisted Pussy-muscle Sister," and winked.
"THAT'S the brother I love!" She gave him another longer hug and a deeper, more passionate kiss.
Before he finally pulled away, she made sure to blatantly caress his dick with her pussy lips, coating his cockhead with a small amount of her pussy juice.
As soon as he noticed the contact, he broke the embrace in order to avoid further temptation. But for her it was another small victory in her subtle campaign to get him to give up on his ban on fucking her at home. She'd already gotten him to fuck her in her bedroom on Monday, and with Susan in the house at the time, no less. She was confident she could get him to give in again soon.
As he walked away, she said, "Wait!"
He turned around and saw that she had struck a sexy pose. She cooed, "Was I mistaken, or did you just call me a 'picture-perfect, centerfold-type?' Because I'm modest too, and I think you're totally wrong."
She very purposefully stretched and preened her naked body just like she thought a centerfold would. She smiled gleefully. She reveled in the irony, because she proudly showed off her body without any modesty at all.
He walked back to her and grabbed her by the waist. He put his face close to hers and rubbed his nose against hers playfully. Then he pulled back. "You are. Big time centerfold material, that is."
She smiled widely and asked teasingly, "How do I know you're sincere, and not just saying that to make me want to do nasty things?" She grabbed his cock and looked down in surprise. "Oooh! Look at this! Maybe you are being honest after all." She started to rub his insistently erect shaft.
Alan groaned from the pleasure and recalled how much his penis had hurt fifteen minutes earlier. "Oh man, Sis, we really shouldn't... Okay. Uncle."
"'Uncle?' Damn." She reluctantly pulled her hands away. "See? I'm a good girl. We can do this. But are you sure you wanna stop?" As she asked him the question, she seductively ran her finger along her wet slit and stuck her tongue out to lick the finger clean. "Mom's upstairs and lost in her own world. Probably masturbating again, thinking about you like always. If we're quiet..."
He wavered, feeling sorely tempted. "No. I don't want to stop; I never want to stop. But we SHOULD stop. There's a difference. Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do."
As he started to walk away, she smiled, knowing that she'd weakened his willpower on the no-sex-at-home ban a little more.
Again, before he left the room, she called out, "Wait!"
He turned around. "What now?"
"One last thing. Don't have this kind of conversation with Mom, okay? Don't ask her about going too far with her cow fetish or anything else." All traces of her seductiveness disappeared, despite her nakedness, and she seemed deadly serious.
"Why not? I was gonna do just that."
"Because she's going through her own issues right now. No need to worry her with anything more, until she gets what she needs from the psychologist."
"Okay. Fair enough. That's a good point. Love you, Sis." He blew a gallant kiss, bowed, and walked off.
