Six Times a Day Pt. 11

She sucked him with powerful force, like a human vacuum cleaner, and then tickled lightly with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue swirled around and around. By now she knew exactly what turned him on the most and she used that knowledge to full effect.

Alan couldn't hold out for long against such expert exertions. Sure enough, in a matter of minutes he cried out, "Oh! Oh God! Oh, oh, oh! Oh no! Oh shit! God! Fucking hell! Yes!"

He gave up resistance and unclenched his PC muscle. "Fuck! Ah! Suzanne, I'm gonna fill your mouth! Yes!"

She took every last drop of his load in her mouth. She was great at swallowing.

He asked her, "Aunt Suzy, that was great, but why were you so relentless? There's no way I could last against that non-stop attack."

"That was just my warm up snack," she explained. "I wanted you to shoot a quick load partly 'cos I've been missing your cum and wanted some right away, but also now you'll be able to last a long time."

"Not with you," he muttered. "You're too good!"

While they were recovering, Suzanne started to talk. "So, Sweetie, you been missing me?"

She seemed calm, but Alan could hardly believe the ease with which she brought him to the heights of passion. How can she be that casual? It's like she's some kind of magically irresistible succubus one minute, and then the next she's back to being my same old Aunt Suzy, except we're both naked and leaking all kinds of intimate fluids. Bizarre!

But he tried his best to respond casually too. "Yes! Totally! You don't know how much. It's like you were reading my mind when you came in. Dang, you're so good! It's been what, three days already since you and Daisy Duke came by."

"Thanks. I've been trying, but it's so hard to get you alone these days. Now that it's the weekend , your aggravating father has had more time free from the office and just sits around the house, ruining all my fun. Hell, I'd risk doing this even with him here, but Susan says I can't and I have to respect that. Just to make it up to you, one of these days I might give you a blowjob. ... Oh wait! I just did!"

Alan laughed.

She experimentally gurgled. "Mmmm. I'm still savoring the taste. Oh well, we'll just have to think of more naughty things I can do with you."

"Something like a titfuck?" suggested Alan, surprisingly boldly for him. He remembered Akami's "homework assignment," and could hardly think of someone more endowed to "practice" titfucks on.

"I thought you'd never ask. I can hardly wait to get your big guy between my big gals. But unfortunately, we need to have a serious discussion before we have any more fun. I haven't had a chance to talk to you in complete privacy for a while. In short, I need to have some straight talk with you about your mother and sister."

Uh-oh, Alan thought. But he just said, "Okay, sure. What's up?"

"Regarding Katherine, how are things going with her? I've noticed how she's dressing more daringly lately, at least until Ron came home. Even that isn't slowing her down too much, and obviously she's getting a kick out of not wearing any undies around the house. Do you think she has any interest in directly helping you reach your daily targets? More importantly, do YOU have any interest in having her help you like that? Be honest with me, now."

Although Alan was normally very honest with Suzanne and treated her like an aunt or even a second mother, he couldn't admit to her that he'd been getting physically intimate with his sister already. Strangely enough, it didn't bother him to have sex with his sister, but it did bother him to confess such a thing even to a close and kind confidante like Suzanne.

Knowing that she was aware of some things already, he made a limited admission. "Yeah, she's been getting kind of... weird, lately. All of a sudden, I keep stumbling into her while she's wearing nightgowns and bikinis and stuff. You know what I mean? I mean... I mean, this is my sister I'm talking about! We use to play with Legos together."

"What would you feel about having a more sexual relationship with her?"

"Well, I have to admit that when she dresses all sexy, it's arousing. Heck most any time I look at her these days, it arouses me. But I'm still trying to wrap my head around it, you know? Can you get back to me on this? ... I mean it's not like I want to DO anything with her that would ruin my friendship with her..."

"Don't worry. That's enough for now. I understand it's not easy to talk about this kind of stuff. I just want to remind you that there's nothing shameful in having her help you out with your medical treatment. In fact, if she volunteers, consider that as the loving and helpful gesture that it is. Okay?"

"Okay."

Suzanne thought, Perfect. That pot is cooking nicely without any stirring from me. They're both horny and attractive kids; things'll happen on their own without my nudging, I think. I always figured that while Katherine copied Susan's prudish dress, she hadn't really been brainwashed with all that religious mumbo jumbo that's warped her mother. I need to concentrate my efforts on Susan, the much trickier problem.

Suzanne had no idea just how right she was that the siblings would develop a relationship without her help, now that her six times a day scheme had set things in motion. Had she known everything, she would have been a little miffed (mostly that she didn't get to do the honors in taking Alan's virginity), but overall their having sex was perfectly consistent with her larger goal of seducing the entire Plummer family.

There was a long pause while Suzanne was thinking. Alan was thinking too, and out of the blue he asked, "Suzanne, I have a question. This may sound crazy, but lately I've been wondering about if maybe, just maybe, Sis and I might be really related. I mean, nobody knows for sure, right? And we were both adopted from the same adoption agency and we look close enough that it's possible we're real siblings. Wouldn't an adoption agency want to keep two siblings together?"

Suzanne knew a lot more about the adoptions than she was willing to admit or even think about. "I suppose anything's possible. But why are you worrying about this now?"

"Well, I'm just thinking, if we really ARE related, then wouldn't that make her helping me out more wrong? You were involved in the whole adoption thing pretty closely from what I understand. Mom never wants to talk about it; I think she likes to pretend we're her real children and the thing that would hurt her the most would be if Sis or I tried to look up our real parents. I have no interest in doing that, I just want to know if it's possible that Sis and I could be genetically related."

Suzanne pondered that a long time before speaking. "It's true that I was deeply involved in the adoption process. Since Susan never told you the full story, now that you're eighteen and we've reached this new intimacy, I think it's time I tell you what I know. Okay?"

"Okay."

She thought, Well, at least as much as I'm willing to tell of the truth at the moment. Then she said, "Susan and Ron moved here about the same time as Eric and I did. It was a new suburb and all the neighbors were new. We didn't live next door yet - that happened after I came back from France - but we were just down the street. I'd just had Brad shortly after my graduation and I'd heard that Susan was trying to have a child. But her infertility problems were discovered very quickly and she was absolutely heartbroken about that. The way her parents raised her, there was nothing more important to her than having kids and being a good mother. Susan and Ron found out it could take years and years to be cleared to adopt, and that sent her into an even deeper depression."

"Wow. I never knew any of this."

"I know. She's got issues about it, still. But it's high time you learned. In any case, as you know, I like to scheme and my chief rule about scheming is to only do things that help others, or at the very least do no harm. So helping her to cut through the red tape is exactly the kind of scheme I live for, and I went at it with gusto. The fact is, it was all very unorthodox and I didn't go through any normal adoption agency. I used my Suzanne wiles, plus a great deal of luck, to get you into Susan's hands within months. I had no idea just how important this was for her. She treated me like she owed me her life - she was like a grateful puppy dog following me around everywhere for a while. That's what really got us started as being best friends. Then, when I did the same things to get Katherine adopted, her gratitude was even greater. She was so keen on making it up to me that it got downright annoying. I think she'd take a bullet for me, I really do."

"God, that's amazing. So, in a way, you kind of had a hand in my conception too."

Suzanne laughed. "Well, not your conception, but in you having the family that you have, then yes, absolutely. And I guess that's one reason why I've always felt a special bond with you two, almost like you're my own kids. As I said, I didn't realize the magnitude of what I was doing at the time, but in retrospect I sure am glad I did it. In fact, that turned out to be just about the best thing that ever happened to me. I can't even begin to imagine life without the Plummers."

Alan pondered that, then said, "But still, that doesn't answer the question about if Sis and I could be real siblings. Do you know anything about that?"

Suzanne chose her words wisely. She didn't want to lie about such an important matter to Alan, especially since she was already weighed down with guilt over her other lies to him. On the other hand, she had very good reasons not to be completely forthcoming. So she said honestly, "Look. As you know, I tend to believe the ends justifies the means. In helping the adoptions happen the way they did, I did some things that weren't exactly kosher. In so doing, I made a vow to someone to never tell anyone exactly what I did unless I had their permission first. I still have to hold to that and I can't even tell you. In fact, I especially can't tell you. I'm sorry, but I have my own moral code, strange though it is, and I have to keep to that."

"Okay, I understand. But... dang! So... it's still possible that Sis and I are genetically related though, right?"

"In theory, yes, but think about your birthdays. Some poor woman would have had to have you then turn around and get pregnant almost immediately. We're talking the same month that she gave birth! What are the odds of that? But if you're really curious, don't ask me. Get a DNA test done. That'll put your mind at rest and I won't have to break any promises."

"But you do know, right? You know but you just can't say?"

Suzanne grimaced. "You're getting me in hot water here. Anything I say you could result in you leaping to conclusions by reading or misreading implications. I'm going to have to get all lawyerly on you and say that I can neither confirm nor deny if I would even be in a position to know something like that."

Seeing that Suzanne was clamming up on the topic, Alan pondered everything she had revealed. He wondered what he would really want as far as who his parents were and his relation with his sister. For some reason, Katherine's recent sexual joking around about getting pregnant stuck in his mind. If Sis really is my genetic sister, we could never have children. She'd be crushed! There are so many things to think about with this. I have a feeling though that if we were really siblings, something would have come out about it already. Suzanne must know, and she's never so much as dropped a hint in that direction, plus she was heavily hinting against it just now.

The thing is, maybe I don't want to know. At least, not yet. I can always do that DNA testing someday, but Lord knows I've got more than enough going on in my life at the moment. And I'd have to ask Sis about it, too. Maybe she'd just want to let the mystery be. In any case, I think I'll hold off on telling her until things calm down a bit around here.

CHAPTER 6

Eager to switch topics, Suzanne said, "Now, the main reason I want to have a frank chat with you is your mother. You can't say that you have trouble with her helping you achieve orgasm 'cos she's done it lots of time already, especially on that fateful Tuesday, and it was obvious you had a hell of a great day then. Didn't you?"

Alan was embarrassed to admit his incestuous lusts, now that it came to it. "Well, yeah, but... I mean, how could I resist? Aunt Suzy, you know what Mom looks like! She's as much a voluptuous sexpot as you are. In fact, in terms of physical dimensions you two could be identical twins, except she doesn't have your long tongue. I know it's wrong and I should feel ashamed, but Jesus! Aunt Suzy, I can't help that she's my mom, it's just that she's so..."

"I know," Suzanne said. "I'm not finding fault with you, not one bit. In fact, the very fact that she's your mother makes her help all the more stimulating, doesn't it?"

Alan blushed and turned away.

Suzanne laughed. "What? You're acting just like her. You know it's true, I know it's true, everyone knows it's true. So what's the big deal?"

He looked back her way just in time to notice her making a significant head nod towards his crotch. He looked down at his naked body and saw that his penis was fully erect. He blushed even more and turned away again.

"Sweetie! What's the deal?! You KNOW that I don't mind you getting intimate with her; in fact, I'm cheering you on about it. I can't help you with your problem all the time every day; you just cum too often and I'm not over at your home enough hours of the day to always be there for you. I've been doing everything in my power to get Susan to see the light that it would be an all around good thing for everyone if she helps you like that. It would be a lot easier for me to convince her of that if you'd be able to talk about this freely and we could work together as a team."

Alan still looked away. "Thanks, Suzanne. I understand all that on an intellectual level, but to actually talk about my doing stuff with her with another person? It's hard."

She leered at his crotch and ribbed him, "I can see that. Here, perhaps this will put you in the right mood to talk." She reached out and started to fondle his erection. She added in an evil Russian accent, "Ve haf veys of makink you talk!"

Alan laughed. "You do, that's for sure. Okay, let's talk."

He looked like he was struggling to say more, so Suzanne just stayed silent and looked at him expectantly while stroking his rod.

Finally, he said, "It's not just the incest factor that makes me reluctant to talk with you about this. It's also the sense that you and I are going behind her back and plotting to corrupt her. That makes me uneasy. She's not only my mother, she's like my best pal in the whole world, maybe even more than you or Sis!"

Suzanne was touched, even though the answer was frustrating. "That's sweet, Sweetie. I hope you remember though that what we're doing is not some selfish thing, or some kind of fiendish plot. What we're doing is going to benefit her as much as it'll benefit you, if not more so. I know for a fact that she literally has had more climaxes since you started your treatment than she's had in her entire life up to that point! No exaggeration. She was a very nice and lively gal before, but it almost seems to me like she's only really come fully alive since she started assisting you. There's a sparkle in her eye and an extra spring in her step, did you notice?"

"Of course I did. But other times I see her struggling and suffering and it hurts me so much."

"Well, that's why we have to speed things up! She has to throw away those silly hang-ups her parents and the church put in her head that make her feel so guilty and anguished. We need to work together to get her over that stuff as soon as possible. Then everything will be glorious and nothing but fun for you and her."

"I know, I know. But I just can't do anything that smacks of plotting. I started telling her some half-truths and big time exaggerations lately, and I just don't want to do deeper down the secrecy route. If she were to ask me if we're talking about these things together, what would I say? More lies! I can't do that."

Suzanne frowned, but said, "Okay. I can respect that. It makes things a bit more difficult that way, but I like a good challenge. We are in agreement that we both want your mother blowing you and stroking you on a daily basis, aren't we?"

She gave his penis some extra attention as she said this, switching techniques unexpectedly.

Alan nearly blew his load, but just managed to clamp down with his newfound PC muscle control. "Jeeeesus!" He panted, recovering, and then said, "Yes, Aunt Suzy, yes. God, yes! That would be sweet!"

"Okay then. Here's the plan. I'm not going to openly plan stuff with you since that smacks too much of conspiratorial plotting. But if a situation happens to arise between you and her, you can roll with the punches and follow my lead or my advice, right?"

"Yeah, sure. That would be different. I don't have a problem with that."

"Good. Because things are at a delicate stage with her right now. You know how she was drifting back to the comfort and security of her prudish ways even before Ron got here, but his being underfoot just makes it all much worse. I keep trying to encourage her and draw her out, but she's struggling with it. If you push her too far too fast by taking too many sexual liberties with her, it could backfire, big time."

"So what am I supposed to do?!" he yelped. It was becoming harder and harder for him to talk, given the way Suzanne was stroking him. Unfortunately, for him, she by contrast was talking just fine and kept expecting him to respond coherently.

"Just play it cool, go with the flow, and don't do anything too drastic. Most importantly, try to steer clear of her pussy. It's the fear of having intercourse with you that is easily the biggest mental block she has to letting go and enjoying herself. But you screwed up on that last Tuesday, from what I understand, so it'll take some time to prove you can be trusted there."

"Dang! I know! I feel like shit about that, but it's just so hard not to think it! God dammit, sliding into her tight slit would be so fuckin' great!"

Suzanne laughed. "I thought you had a hard time talking about that kind of stuff."

The fact was, since he was on the edge of orgasm his sexual thoughts were flowing freely and he wasn't censoring himself as much as usual.

He was feeling bad about saying that though, but before he could say anything more, she said, "If you really have to think about sliding this big fat thing into someone's hot slit, why not think about doing that with mine? Now, I'm not saying we can do that because I have my moral code too and I've explicitly promised Susan that isn't going to happen. At least not yet. Who knows what the future might bring, though. Imagine boning and banging your big-titted auntie's hot box on a daily basis!"

"Oh God! NO!" The reason Alan cried "no" was because he was slipping over the edge, losing control of his urge to cum. He was practically doubled over he was fighting it so hard, but it looked like a lost cause.

Suzanne though didn't want him to climax just yet, because she had plans for him before he did. So she grasped at the base of his penis and squeezed tightly while trying to make it seem just like some extra vigorous stroking. At the same time, she tapped him on the perineum (the space between his anus and his dick), a little-known technique that sometimes worked to delay climax.

Alan felt the surge pass. "Whew! Oh my GOD that was close! Suzy please, don't touch me another second or I'll blow!"