Six Times a Day Pt. 03

Amy did so.

A commercial soon came on, and they muted the sound as they usually did for commercial breaks.

Amy asked, "Hey guys, where are all the clothes? Everyone's dressed all skimpy."

One could hear a pin drop in the ensuing awkwardness. No one knew what to say. The problem was, none of the women had talked about this possible situation with Amy coming up, mainly because Katherine and Susan both looked for Suzanne to take the lead, but Suzanne was in denial about her daughter becoming a sexual creature.

Katherine and Susan were going through a sexual awakening, and having Alan around was what made showing off fun. He was a safe target to test new looks out on. He was so polite and considerate that he didn't have it in him to do something shockingly aggressive or nonconsensual. Neither woman would even think of wearing the same clothes around a stranger.

Suzanne was getting an erotic buzz by taking things one step farther with Alan, and was greatly enjoying the slow "hunt" since it was rare for any man to not instantly fall all over her. But Katherine and Susan were such goody-goodies that not even Katherine had begun to figure out where Suzanne was taking things.

This painful and extended pause came to an end when Suzanne answered Amy, "It's the heat wave, Honey Pie." (That was Suzanne's term of endearment for her daughter.) "We don't have air conditioning, so we're all just dying over here."

"But none of you are wearing bras or panties," Amy pointed out. "That's totally weird! Cool, but weird." she pouted, "I wish I didn't have to wear undies all the time."

The three other women were taken aback again. That they weren't wearing bras was obvious. Even as Susan moved around in her chair to speak to Amy, her giant boobs bounced around and then jiggled in ways that would give any man an instant hard-on.

It didn't give Alan a hard-on only because his penis was already hard, and had been so almost from the moment he came home that afternoon.

But the lack of panties was far less obvious, unless one had seen what Suzanne was doing as Amy walked in. So Susan asked Amy, "How did you know we're not wearing panties?"

"I saw Su-" Amy was naively going to complete her sentence by saying, "I saw Suzanne's pussy, and she was playing with it in front of Alan," but Suzanne immediately saw what was coming and cut her off.

"That's right!" Suzanne blurted out, masking her true, frightened emotions. "I'm so proud of you! My daughter is so observant, aren't you?"

Amy shrugged as if to say, "Hell, anyone could see that."

Suzanne continued, "Yes she is!" She looked over to Susan and said to her, "You see, most people looking at you would never guess that you're not wearing panties. But someone observant like my daughter would be able to notice the absence of panty lines, even from a distance."

Suzanne pressed on, before Amy could contradict or stupidly blurt something else out that would expose what she had been showing Alan. She thought quickly, trying to come up with better excuses. "So it is the heat wave, but that's not the whole story. You see, we made a private bet, didn't we, Susan?"

Because Suzanne's head was turned towards Susan, Amy couldn't see Suzanne's face, so Suzanne made wild gesticulations to Susan with her eyebrows and hands to indicate that Susan should go along with what she was saying. Katherine saw the faces and started giggling.

Susan was totally surprised. She lamely replied, "Uh, private bet? Yeah, that's it, a private bet!" She wasn't a great actor, but it wasn't hard to convince the guileless Amy.

Suzanne continued to expand on her made-up excuse, "You see, this is the hottest time of the year, and so the other day, we women, we were all sitting here and discussing how hot it was, and trying to figure out what to do about it. We made a bet, and I won. And the terms of my victory were that we'd all use my method to beat the heat by wearing loose clothing and no bras or panties for the whole month."

"Wow," said Amy. "That's really surprising. And I'm really surprised especially that you'd do that, Susan. I mean, you're so... traditional."

Susan replied nervously, "Yeah, well, a bet is a bet, right? And it's not really so bad. In fact, I don't mind at all. I'm a lot more comfortable now. And anyway, it's only for inside the house. Not even Suzanne's house, of course, just this house. No way would I walk around like this in front of a stranger." That reminded her of standing naked in the shower in front of Alan, and she started to nervously squirm about.

"Why don't you dress like that at home, Mom? And what about Alan?" asked Amy naturally. "He just-"

Suzanne again cut in before Amy could say any more. "Alan! Is ... a member of the family, right? So he doesn't count. It doesn't matter if we walk around naked in front of Alan, even, 'cos he's a very nice respectable boy who would never take advantage of us, right Alan?"

"Right." Alan, somewhat bewildered by the conversation, figured it was best he played along too.

Suzanne quickly went on, "Now, Honey Pie, you might say, 'But Suzanne, you're not a Plummer.' But you know that you and I are like members of this family. So Alan is perfectly fine with our plan."

"Oh really?" said Amy with innocent glee. "That sounds like fun! I wanna do it too! Can I join you guys for the month too?"

The other women all looked at each other questioningly. There was an unspoken understanding that the decision was really up to Suzanne, since she was Amy's mother.

So, grudgingly, Suzanne answered, "That's fine, darling. But if you do, you have to promise one thing. From this moment forward, you don't say one thing about any of this to anybody. Not a word about panties, or bras, or looking, or nakedness, or anything. Is that clear? Not even talking amongst us. Just total silence on this. We don't talk about it, we just do it."

"M'kay!" Amy enthused. "I like keeping a secret! This is going to be fun!"

Suzanne was very proud of herself. In one fell swoop, she'd accomplished three things: she'd managed to get Amy to keep quiet about Alan staring at her open pussy, she'd come up with a credible explanation that would explain just about anything Amy might accidentally barge in on for the next month, and she could now test Amy with a less important secret to determine if it would be possible to tell her about Alan's "medical treatment" further down the line.

CHAPTER 5

But Suzanne was not expecting what happened next.

The others were turning back towards the TV as the commercials had ended, thinking the excitement was over, but Amy took their words to heart immediately. She undid her bra under her T-shirt and pulled it out and away. Then she grabbed the T-shirt and quickly pulled it over her arms.

It wasn't exactly the most logical sequence of events, but everyone was too shocked to pay attention to the details.

Suzanne cried out angrily, "Amy Pestridge! Stop that!"

Susan looked over towards Amy, and did a double take. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"I want to get dressed just like you all. Didn't you say that was okay?" As Amy talked, she pulled her shorts off, and then reached to take off her panties.

Alan was completely enraptured. Amy was the only person in the room he'd allowed himself to have naughty fantasies about from time to time, before this all started. She'd gotten lost in the shuffle with all the recent excitement, but now his lust for her came surging back, stronger than ever. Sweet Amy? I've never seen her like this!

"But, but, your panties!" blurted out Susan.

"Didn't you all say to not talk about it, but just do it?" Amy responded. "I thought we weren't even supposed to say the word 'panties.'" With that, she grabbed her own panties and pulled them down her legs and completely off.

In so doing, her boobs bounced all over, much to the delight of Alan, and the horror of Susan, Katherine, and Suzanne.

Suzanne was the most perturbed, because she still thought of Amy as her little girl, rather than as a teen vrging on full fledged womanhood. But even Suzanne conceded, "That's what we said. But quickly put your shirt and shorts back on, and come join us with the show." She hoped if Amy got nude, that would distract her from asking awkward questions about Suzanne showing off her own pussy a short time before.

Amy stood there in all her naked glory, happy as can be.

Alan's heart leapt to his throat as he waited impatiently to see what the reaction would be. Would they allow her to stay like that?

"M'kay. Just a sec," said a completely unperturbed Amy, while turning around to grab her shirt. It had fallen to the floor, so she bent down to pick it up, bending stiffly at the waist. That put her big, wide butt on perfect display for Alan, and allowed him to see her pussy lips between her legs as well, as she didn't keep her legs closed.

Alan was so excited he almost impulsively scrambled over the arms of his chair to get closer to Amy.

She turned around again and put on the shirt, and then finally the shorts.

Alan felt really bummed when the shorts eventually covered Amy's bush and the surprise striptease finally ended. Wow, I've never seen a completely naked woman in my life, and then I see two all of a sudden! And Mom and Amy, of all people.

Amy exuberantly hopped over the couch and sat next to her mother. She then said to Susan, "You're right, Susan, it is a fun to dress like this! Thanks everyone for letting me play, too. Doing it in front of Alan makes it even more fun, I think. Thanks a lot, Alan!"

"Uhhh, you're welcome," he said.

Suzanne looked at Alan and rolled her eyes in amusement, trying to nonverbally communicate her thoughts to him, You're welcome, my ass! As if you suffered a lot!

Alan thought to himself, I can't BELIEVE how surreal things have gotten lately!

But it still wasn't over. Alan looked over at Suzanne and Amy, both sitting on the solid couch that was built for two or even three. The others finally turned back towards the TV, allowing Alan to notice that in the position he was in, he STILL had a good view of Suzanne's pussy, though he could only see a bit of it and not the massive, lewd display of her entire crotch like she'd been giving him a few minutes earlier.

But right next to her sat Amy in shorts about as short as shorts can be. Amy sat with one leg propped up on the couch, allowing him to see some of her pussy, too. The vaginas of mother and daughter being accidentally - or maybe not so accidentally - displayed right next to each other got Alan turned on all over again.

He waited a few excruciating minutes until "Friends" was finally over, and then hightailed it back to his room. He promptly jacked off. Then he did it again.

Back in the common room, after Amy and Katherine left, Susan wanted to have a word with Suzanne. Susan's worries were getting the best of her, especially when she remembered the shower incident. "Suzanne, I appreciate what you're trying to do for Alan, but don't you think it's gone too far? Shouldn't we call this off, this crazy 'sexing things up' idea?"

"You're concerned about what happened with Amy."

"Not only that. At least she's not related to him, and you're not either. But what about my daughter and I? How can I forgive myself before God for all of these sinful acts? At some point I have to put my foot down and say 'no.' No more craziness."

"Hmm. I see." Suzanne was at a bit of a loss on how to get Susan to continue with her scheme. She decided a limited, strategic retreat was best. "Susan, I think you're right. It would be good to tone things down just a bit. But certainly not stop. Look what's happened to Alan lately. He was so down last week, he dragged himself around like a slug. And now, have you ever seen him happier?"

"I don't know if happy is the right word," Susan pointed out.

"Let's say walking on air then." That was a more accurate description. So was "bewildered" or "stunned," but Suzanne tactfully refrained from going there. She continued, "In any case, it's done him a world of good already. Alan's energy problem is still there, whether we like it or not. We have to deal with it. And with his confidence surging, I'm sure it'll be a matter of days now before he asks someone out at school." That was a blatant lie.

Susan looked at her skeptically.

Suzanne said more honestly, "Until that happens, what's the problem? It's doing all of us a world of good. You're finally breaking out of your conservative shell and loosening up a little. I never thought I'd see the day. So is Katherine. Do you know how much the other girls at school have snickered at her for the formal way she dresses? But she takes after you completely. She adores you. So with you coming to terms with your own body and starting to dress like a normal person, so is she. You can't stop that now, if only for her good."

"But what feels good isn't always good in the eyes of the Lord," Susan said sanctimoniously.

Suzanne rolled her eyes with disdain. "Susan, there's nothing in the Bible about nudity being a sin. Where in the Bible does it say wearing the black cocktail dress you wore that Alan loved so much is a sin? Don't you want to make him happy and help him out at the same time?"

Susan was deeply doubtful, but she was too ashamed to reveal her deeply held worries that she was becoming sexually attracted to her own son. And she was no match in arguing with the silver-tongued Suzanne. "I guess. If you say so..."

Suzanne didn't stop there, but kept arguing her point of view for a long time. By the time she was done with Susan that evening, Susan was convinced it was her moral duty and profound responsibility to walk around the house half naked. Suzanne was a great and dear friend to Susan, but she almost always got her way in the rare times when she really wanted something from her.

Back in his room, Alan was happy to stay there doing little more than masturbating and homework for the rest of the evening. But about an hour after he retired to his room, his sister knocked on the door and asked to come in.

Alan was a bit perturbed, since he was naked under the sheets and in the middle of masturbating yet again. Doing it six times a day really did take up a lot of his time. Not to mention, he figured the smell of his cum had to be in the air at least somewhat. But he didn't have an excuse to turn her away, so he grabbed a book by his bedside and said, "Uh, yeah, I was just laying in bed reading. Come on in."

Katherine came in wearing a yellow dress he'd never seen on her before. "I just bought some new clothes today, and I wanted to show them just to you. Can I get your opinion? What do you think?" She leaned up against a wall and struck a sexy pose for him.

"It looks great on you. No kidding. What a totally new look you've got. I like!" He wasn't just saying that, either. The strapless dress was so tight it looked like it was painted on, and she would never have worn anything like it even a few days earlier.

Katherine beamed. "Thanks! You're too kind. But I've got a favor to ask. Can you help me out with something in my room?"

Alan was concerned by the fact that he was naked under the sheets and sporting a big hard-on to boot. "Sure, but give me just a minute." He hoped she'd leave and give him a chance to put on some clothes. He noticed too that she was curiously sniffing the air.

Guessing that he was naked under the sheets aside from his T-shirt, she suddenly rushed towards his bed, acting playful. "Just a minute? Come on lazy bones! I need help now." She started tugging at the bed sheets, and Alan frantically grabbed hold of them so she couldn't pull them off.

They had a frantic tug of war with the bed sheets, but for Alan it was no game. He had to keep them on or face grave embarrassment. Unfortunately for him, he was winning in keeping the sheets and blankets on, but in so doing he was unable to simultaneously hide his raging boner. The blankets tented up over his crotch after he moved his hands away.

Katherine's eyes grew wide, and her hands stopped tugging on the blankets. "Oh my! What do we have here?" She giggled profusely as she stared at the tented blankets.

"Hey, it's not funny," said a hurt and shamed Alan.

"What is that thing in there?" asked Katherine. "Did they move the Eiffel Tower under your sheets, or are you just happy to see me?" She giggled some more.

"Ha ha," Alan said without laughing. He tried to act annoyed, but he was more aroused than anything and a part of him didn't mind getting caught.

"All right, sorry about that, Bro. Never mind about the help and have fun doing your thing. You sure are hiding something big under there, though. I wonder what it is?" She blew him a kiss and left the room.

By the time Alan went to sleep that night, he realized that he'd cum eight times over the course of the entire day. He was so excited by Susan, Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine that he wanted to do nothing but masturbate all day.

Furthermore, he thought, Now I've got so many new and different erotic memories that I'll be a walking hard-on for a long time to come. Not to mention the fact that tomorrow looks to be an even more promising day! I can't even imagine what all four of them are going to wear! Sweetness.

CHAPTER 6 (Monday, Oct. 7 - Tuesday, Oct. 8)

To Alan's disappointment, the next day was surprisingly boring. For one thing, the weekend was over and he had to go back to school. He used to always enjoy school and actually looked forward to going, but lately it had become a drag. It seemed like wasted time taking away from his increasingly exciting time at home. But he slogged through it.

Back at home, all the women seemed a bit taken aback by the incident with Amy the night before, and they dressed and acted more conservatively.

Amy also spent most of the afternoon and evening at the Plummer house. That really frustrated Alan and Suzanne, because Suzanne couldn't find an opportunity to get away with Alan alone for more of their supposed Internet porn viewing.

Suzanne intended to take Alan's seduction a step further and give him a handjob. She didn't terribly mind the prospect of getting caught in the act by Susan or Katherine: she could claim that she just got a little overenthusiastic in helping Alan out with his problem. She was confident she could smooth over any resulting ruffled feathers with either of them.

But Amy didn't even know about Alan's diagnosis, and in any case Suzanne tried to protect her daughter from all things sexual.

So Alan was reduced to taking care of all six times by himself. Each time, he spent it fantasizing about Suzanne. Only days earlier he'd never consciously thought of Suzanne in a sexual way, though he certainly liked looking at her. But now he was masturbating to the overt idea of fucking her silly, and having great orgasms in response.

Yeah, I call her "Aunt Suzy," but she's not related to me in any way, shape, or form. Of course to have sex with her would be completely wrong and will never happen, but just to fantasize about it is completely harmless. Fantasies are just fantasies, and this one works for me. The more I think about her, the less I'll have dangerous thoughts about my sister and mom.

So those ideas about Suzanne were pretty exciting and not very troubling for him at this point. He was a bit slow on the uptake on sexual matters and still couldn't really imagine that Suzanne might want to fuck him as well, and that his fantasies could become real.

All in all, he was still a happy camper with such exciting and intense sexual fantasies. But he was sure that Tuesday would be much better. The reason wasn't simply because he figured that Suzanne would successfully find a way (one way or another) to come into his room again and personally relieve his stimulation problem. What was even more exciting, if that was possible, was the fact that he and Susan had another appointment with nurse Akami after school.