Six Times a Day Pt. 08

He grasped her wrist tighter and forced her hand off of his crotch altogether.

"Awww...." she pouted. "I was using that. Can't you play with one of your own?" She giggled.

He finally took the car keys out of his pocket. "Sis, come on. I told you no, and I'm serious. You have to promise me, no fondling like that in public without my permission. It's too dangerous and you'll ruin everything!"

With a pouty sigh, she conceded. "Okay. God, that's fun though. I could feel the warmth right through your pants."

They finally got in the car and headed home.

CHAPTER 5 (Sunday, Oct. 20)

Considering the Plummer house was supposed to be under a new, moralistic regime, not to mention the dangers of Ron's return, Alan still found lots of ways to have fun.

On Sunday, everyone went to church but him. For a couple of years he had refused to attend church because he found religion boring. He thought he would kick back and read the Sunday paper.

But almost as soon as the car pulled out of the driveway Suzanne came over to the house and let herself in. She grabbed Alan's hand before he even knew what was happening and dragged him back to his room, saying, "Hi Sweetie. Let's make up for lost time, shall we?"

She sucked and jacked him off like there was no tomorrow.

Alan watched her long tongue snaking out and flicking at the very tip of his erection, and considered that he could have been in a church, listening to a boring sermon instead. He thought, It's a good thing I'm not religious, or I might be too morally distraught to properly enjoy this, heh-heh.

Between licks, she said, "Oh God!" <lick, lick> "It's been..." <lick> "So long!" <lick, lick, lick>

As Alan's lust was just starting to build up, he pointed out, "What do you mean, 'so long,' Aunt Suzy? It's been less than twenty-four hours."

"That's too long in my book," Suzanne said, then she swallowed his penis head and twirled her tongue all around it for a little while. Finally, she added, "Aren't you happy to see me? You seem a little grumpy."

"I'm totally happy to see you. It's just, well... This is kind of embarrassing and maybe Freudian, but I keep thinking of Mom and Ron. ... I'd probably even get flaccid thinking about it, except that you're the cocksucking queen of the universe."

After she went to town on his most sensitive spot, he added, "DANG, that feels good!" But he was still frowning, despite the intense pleasure.

Suzanne looked up briefly, saw his worried face, and said, "Don't worry, they didn't have sex last night, if that's what you're thinking."

"They didn't? How do you know?"

Suzanne looked like she was going to tell him something, but in the end just went back to gobbling on his penis head, mumbling, "I just know."

Alan thought back to how tired Ron had looked after his flight and found himself nodding, even though Suzanne couldn't see him doing that.

Cupping his balls with a free hand, she came up for air after a while and said in an especially sultry voice, "Do you like that? Do you like that your mother is putting the horns on your father because she's so addicted to your cock? I'll bet if she had sex with him, she'd feel like she's cheating on you. Oooh! It's all so oedipal!" she added with glee.

"It's not like that!" Alan protested. "She was just reluctantly helping me with my condition, but she doesn't even do that any more." But secretly he was very pleased.

Alan, emboldened by Suzanne's sexy words, the fact that she wore nothing but panties, and even by what he did with his sister the night before, waited until Suzanne was busy with his erection in a near deep throat and had both hands tugging on his balls. Then he stuck his hand under her wet panties and put a finger in her pussy. He was delighted to find that she did nothing to stop him.

Instead, when she had to take a breather from all the cocksucking a minute later, she jokingly pretended that she didn't know what he was doing. "Boy, Sweetie, it's a good thing you don't know anything about finger-fucking, or you just might dare to try it out on me. And we both know how that's against the rules!"

They chuckled at the pretense.

One thing that Suzanne was really good at was sensing just how close Alan was to cumming. Whenever he got too close, she would slow down or even stop for a little while. She knew he could only climax so many times and wanted to maximize their fun.

Alan thought amusedly that he had hated how long church sermons went on, but now he wished church would never end. Suzanne had been stroking and sucking for a good twenty minutes and it seemed like the two of them could keep doing it forever.

But they could only dance on the edge for so long. Eventually, without any special stimulation or reason, Alan suddenly lost control. He just barely had time to shout, "Watch out!" before he started firing into Suzanne's tonsils.

It had been great fun, but unfortunately Suzanne couldn't coax him back to life that morning. By the time the family returned, the two of them sat in the living room and innocently read sections of the newspaper.

The time with Suzanne helped Alan get over his recent bout of moral indecision. Any qualms he had were decimated by the overpowering image of Suzanne naked, dripping cum, and panting like a bitch in heat.

After she left, he thought, How could something that feels so good possibly be wrong? It's not wrong to fuck someone like Suzanne or even my mom. What's wrong is letting a beautiful woman like that go even one hour without being fucked. Such a woman needs to be put into stirrups and fucked every hour of the day by as many cocks as can find holes! It's not my fault I was born with such a hot mother.

One such woman would drive any man to complete distraction, but I've got four in my house, counting Amy, and then there's Ms. Rhymer in school, and Akami to consider, too. Dang, she looks fine. It's amazing I haven't been reduced to a drooling, gibbering idiot already, with all these fine ladies running around. I guess that's the "price" of living the rich life in Southern California, heh-heh.

CHAPTER 6

Later in the day, Susan and Suzanne took off to do some shopping.

Ron had revived from his traveling ordeal and went off to play golf with one of his friends.

Katherine immediately cornered Alan and got him to agree to shave her pussy. She wanted it shaved so her naked, soon-to-be-painted crotch would be less noticeable for the cheerleading practices starting the next day.

Once it was done, Alan inaugurated the new look with a fresh finger fuck while still in the bathroom.

Then Katherine wanted to reciprocate with a pleasant blowjob. She pouted, "Isn't it about time that you ask me to suck you off? "

"But I, uh..." He could barely wrap his head around her amazing suggestion.

"Like I said, it's about time already that you ask me to suck you off."

They both laughed.

She continued more seriously, "Really though. Anytime you want it. Anytime, sweetheart. Don't make me wait. After we did it last night, why not today?"

"I'd love to, SIs, you know that. But I'm still worried about the danger. You never know when someone might come home."

"That's not stopping you from giving me a nice finger bang."

Alan had his finger in her pussy again. "True. But it just seems like we could escape this easier. If you get really into a blowjob, I know at least that I'll be so out of my mind with pleasure that a whole herd of elephants would escape my attention."

"What if I suck, but I suck at sucking?" She giggled.

Alan's resolve was slowly weakening. What if we're really careful? It wouldn't take that long. I'm mean, this is my sister and she's eager!

But just then, they heard a knock on the door. "I heard some noises. Anyone in there?"

Both of them breathed big sighs of relief. It was only Amy. Lucky, too, the door had a lock and they had locked it. What if it had been Mom or Ron? they both thought to themselves. They were treading a very dangerous path.

"Uh, yeah, don't come in. I'm in here," said Alan.

They both looked around frantically, but they had been so careless that neither of them had come into the bathroom with any clothing. Luckily, there was one big towel that hung on a rack, so Alan wrapped it around his waist. He figured he could walk out in that. There were only hand towels for Katherine.

Amy asked, "Alan, are you in there alone? I thought I heard you whispering to Katherine, too. Isn't she in there?"

"Yeah, I'm in here too," Katherine said glumly. "Just hold on a sec." They had both been whispering up to the moment they heard the knock on the door, and it was futile to deny it. Katherine just hoped that Amy hadn't managed to actually hear what they'd been talking about.

Alan and Katherine began to use the water at the bottom of the bathtub to wash their faces and otherwise clean themselves up.

"Why are you both in there together?" asked the naïve Amy quizzically from the other side of the door.

Alan figured the truth, slightly altered, was the best way to go. "I was helping Katherine shave. She needed my help."

"Can I come in?" asked Amy. "It's hard to talk through the door. And why the whispering? No one else is home."

"Yeah, just a minute." Alan then whispered quietly into Katherine's ear, "We can tell her an innocent version of the painting and the shaving. She'll probably learn about it in a few days, anyway. You could use her as an ally in this little cheerleader control battle."

He got out the shaving cream, and covered Katherine's pussy with it while she sat naked in a pool of water on the floor of the bathtub.

Then Alan, wrapped in a towel and with a razor in his hand, finally opened the door. His hand that was holding the razor also kept his penis pushed safely down between his legs, so it wouldn't create a big bulge in the towel.

"Whoa!" said Amy as she walked in and shut the door. "Hiya. What are you guys up to?" Her eyebrows were raised because not only was Alan wearing in a towel, but Katherine was sitting in the bathtub completely nude.

"I'm shaving Katherine's private parts," Alan replied. "It's a long story why. Do you want to hear it?"

"Sure," said Amy happily. "I love stories."

Alan briefly explained how Katherine had forgotten her panties and how he had to paint her underwear on that Friday. He skipped over parts like how he repeatedly fingered Katherine and how he watched her with binoculars. As he kept talking, he realized he didn't really have an explanation why she had to keep her pussy bare for the next week.

"So then," he said as he winged it, "um, it turns out the reason why Katherine forgot to wear her underwear was because she lost them. So we special-ordered another pair, but they won't be ready until next week. In the meantime, we thought she should keep doing this paint thing until the new underwear comes in. It's really no big deal. Happens all the time. Do you remember how, who was it, Demi Moore, had a painted-on suit on a magazine cover a few years back?"

"Yeah, I think so. But why not just wear different underwear?" asked Amy.

Good question, thought Alan. "Ummmm.... Because we went shopping and we couldn't find any other ones that were the same shape and size. You know how they're a special size. You can't find them any more, especially in black."

He made up the special size part and everything else, but Amy seemed to completely believe the absurd explanation even though she was a cheerleader herself.

"M'kay..." was her only reaction. "So why are you shaving her now?"

"Well, the one problem on Friday was that we thought her hair down there might be showing. So if it's smooth, then nobody will notice the paint job."

"Wow, that's really weird," Amy said with more emotion. "You're really brave, Katherine. I hope I never lose my cheerleader underwear! Then I'll have to run around without any panties all that time! That would be scary!" She unconsciously grabbed at her crotch.

"Yeah, it's scary," Katherine replied. "It would be really embarrassing if anyone found out. Do you promise to not tell anyone a single thing, or mention this to anyone unless it's just us three?"

"Sure! I've been good with the secret about the bet, haven't I? All these secrets about panties lately - it's funny!" Amy laughed.

Alan and Katherine forced themselves to laugh along. They got a little sloppier about keeping the noise down, now that Amy confirmed the coast was still clear.

Then Amy said, "So does that mean you're completely smooth down there?"

"I sure am," said Katherine. "Alan was just finishing. Would you like to see it?"

"M'kay!" Amy clapped her hands together in happiness.

Katherine wiped the shaving cream away.

"Wow! I've never seen anything like that before. Mine is really hairy."

"It feels really different. Would you like to feel it?"

"Can I?" Amy asked.

Katherine nodded. She thought, Amy's such a nice person, but boy is she an airhead sometimes. I can't believe she's buying this!

Amy took off her socks and stepped into the tub. She still wore her shorts and T-shirt.

Amy began to rub her fingers over Katherine's pussy. "It feels so smooth..." she said. "I think I like it better than mine. Mine is too hairy!" She suddenly pulled her hand away.

"Why did you stop rubbing, Amy?" asked Katherine, as if she was offended. "Didn't you say you wanted to touch it?"

"Yeah, but I just remembered that I'm not supposed to touch there. My parents told me I'm not allowed to touch myself there, like, at all!"

Alan cut in and pointed, "Remember what I told you before. The rules Suzanne has given you don't apply to close friends like me and Katherine. She's trying to protect you from strangers."

Katherine added, "So if you want to keep rubbing, I don't mind at all. Especially that little nub at the top. Make sure to rub that a lot. Did your parents say why you shouldn't touch yourself?"

"No, I don't remember. I just remember they said that it was bad. Very bad." She still kept her hands back.

"That's because of all the hair," said Katherine. She felt very naughty and enjoyed telling the seemingly harmless lies. "You've heard about STD's - sexually transmittable diseases - haven't you?"

"Yes," said Amy bashfully.

"That's how they often get transmitted, by things living in the hair. So if you touch your hairy pussy, you might get sick. But since I'm shaved I don't have that problem."

"Ooh, that sounds great! I want to get shaved too! Alan, can you shave me? Please? Pretty please?"

Alan considered the idea. He was feeling pretty naughty too. We shouldn't really be taking advantage of Amy like this; she's so innocent. But the thought came out weakly and without conviction. Still, how can I resist her? She's practically as scorching hot as her mom. Although... What if we get caught? With the three of us in here, it would really be trouble! But I'm sure that no one will be back for at least two hours. It's worth the risk.

He finally answered, "Okay, but just a minute. I have to get some more stuff." He ran to his room and got some clothing. He also had Katherine go and get some clothing from her room.

He also had to get more shaving cream, so by the time he got back, Amy had already taken off all of her clothes and stood there smiling and completely buck naked.

"I didn't want her to get her shirt wet in the tub," Katherine explained, barely suppressing a knowing giggle. Actually, Amy wasn't completely naked, as Katherine pointed out: "I also had her put on some of my high heeled shoes, as you know it's pretty standard procedure to wear high heeled shoes when shaving a pussy." Again, she could barely suppress a snicker.

Alan replied with a perfectly straight face, "Good thing you remembered that. Of course you can't do it without the heels. That would be silly to even try."

Katherine snorted.

Alan had seen Amy naked before as she was quickly changing, but now he could stare at her as long as he liked. Amy really does have a hairy pussy, much more so than Sis did. I wonder what she would look like bald down there too. Only one way to find out!

He had her sit on the rim of the bathtub, and put her feet on the dry floor on the other side of the tub. Being in the tub wasn't really necessary, but Katherine still sat in the shallow water and looked like she didn't want to move.

Alan got down on his knees and took a good, close look at Amy's bush. He decided, Once again, I can't help but conclude this is a pussy that needs a good, solid fucking, heh-heh! But unfortunately, today just isn't the time, especially with Ron being back. But no reason not to have a little fun, right? Let's see just how far she lets me go with her. He covered her pussy with shaving cream, and prepared to shave with the razor.

He had to figure out an excuse to put his hand in her pussy. He just couldn't resist exploring. "Um, Amy, sometimes shaving can make a woman break out in a rash. You can get red and bumpy all over. Especially the first time, it can happen a lot. You can also get a rash on the inside of your pussy, which is really bad, 'cos you may not even notice it. So while I shave, I think its best if I check the inside of your pussy with my fingers to see if any bumps are developing. If they are, then we'll have to stop for a while. Is that okay with you?"

Alan half expected Amy to say, "What do you take me for, a complete idiot?"

But she just said "M'kay!" in a happy, singsong voice.

So with one hand he began to finger her pussy, and with the other he began to shave. He noticed Katherine sitting behind Amy, where she obviously found it difficult to resist bursting into laughter.

"I don't want to cut you," Alan continued, "so whatever you do, don't move a muscle. Don't even turn your head. Keep your eyes closed, too. Firmly closed."

Amy immediately closed her eyes.

Katherine took that as an all-clear sign, and began to lewdly finger herself. With one hand she roughly ran her hands over her boobs and nipples, and with the other she plunged four fingers deeply in and out of her pussy.

Alan could see every detail of what his sister did, but Amy was totally oblivious. For one thing, Amy was facing the wrong way. Admittedly, if she did open her eyes, she could look in the mirror and see Katherine's wanton display a mere foot or two behind her. But luckily she kept her eyes closed.

Alan counted on the fact that Amy was not only naïve, but also extremely obedient.

Alan had gotten incredibly aroused at abusing Amy's trust. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. Underneath the towel, his erection stood straight out between his legs towards Amy. In effect, his hardness was completely unencumbered with only a towel lying slightly above it, but he didn't have enough hands to keep shaving, fingering Amy, and massage himself too. He tried to stimulate his penis by rubbing it between his legs, without much success.

Katherine saw his predicament and helped out by taking over the shaving duties for a while, so he could focus more on fingering Amy. They might have been tricking her, but they wanted her to have a good time.

After many minutes, brother and sister nearly finished shaving Amy.

Katherine returned to fingering herself in the bathtub.

Alan constantly ran his fingers around the inside walls of Amy's pussy, as if he was really checking for bumps. He also pushed his fingers as far back as they could go, as if checking for the really hard to reach bumps.

Finally, Amy said, "Can I say something?" She managed to say that while barely moving her lips.

"Yes, but don't move your mouth," Alan said.