Chapter 196 Amy And Katherine

Alan lay down on his bed and began to drift off to sleep, even though he knew it was still before nine o'clock. He was just that tired.

He stirred 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 completely dressed, so that she would be presentable when their parents returned.

"Headline: Pot Calls Kettle Black," he 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 pointed out, "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," he said. "You know I feel pretty bad about playing with her like that, but I feel even more turned on. 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 prick was a paintbrush and I needed to use it to draw a painting on the inside of her vagina, she'd probably believe it!"

They both laughed. But on another level, they both felt guilty as well. After all, they'd practically been siblings to Amy ever since they could remember, and they loved her dearly. But they couldn't resist having fun with her sexually. If she resisted, as she had earlier that day when Heather was involved, it was a very different matter, but with just the two of them she always seemed so eager.

"Yeah, I agree," Katherine nodded. "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, 'cos you're my sister and my best friend and I love you. But admit it: you want her too. You're gonna turn into a total lesbian if you don't watch out!" he chided playfully.

"Bah! When I could have your cock instead? No thanks, Big Penis-pistol-packing 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 Aunt Suzy and Mom, not to mention your appointment with Akami tomorrow. I'll bet the clothes will be flying off pretty fast there!"

He replied honestly, "I bet you're right about that. And I'm totally into you, Sis. 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, now that you're doing it with girls, wouldn't you do either of them, or both, in a heartbeat? You have to figure I would as well."

She felt jealous, but tried to suppress it. "Yeah, okay, they're pretty fuckable. They're like porn stars or centerfolds. But that's the problem. I figure I can't compete with that. Their pretty faces, wide hips, long, muscular legs... And of course, each of their boobs could be an entire Macy's parade float, for crying out loud. How can I compete?"

He knew Katherine had self-confidence issues, and he tried to boost her spirits with sincere compliments. "Don't worry: your boobs are plenty big enough to keep me happy. And you're still growing, not to mention what good shape you're in too. Sis, you're gorgeous! You're a total fox!"

"But how can I compete with the supersize-boob moms?"

"Listen to me. You're one of the most endowed girls in school. 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." Ignoring the danger posed by their parents' imminent return, she sat up and took her shirt off so he could have a good look at them.

Alan took a good, long, appreciative look. "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 keep putting yourself down. I keep saying you're completely gorgeous because I mean it! You have such a perfect body! I mean, geez, forget about your great 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 try to fuck you years ago."

He 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 in general since she truly looked fantastic. He added, "But could you please put your shirt back on? We're supposed to be on our best behavior at home, right?"

"I've just taken 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. Sucks to be you, huh? You'll come home and think: 'Who should I get to service my dick this time, Sis, Mom, or Aunt Suzy?' How are you gonna deal with a situation like that?"

He quipped, "I don't want to offend. So I think it's best if all three of you service it at once."

"Ha ha. But... who knows? It might happen."

He thought, Sis, don't say that. You're gonna make me horny all over again! Instead of telling her that, he just kept quiet, hoping for a change of topic.

She asked, "But what about Aims? She makes me jealous too. She's young, attractive, big-boobed, and growing. AND I know you love her a lot. 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 big, but not at all flabby."

"Jealous? You mean when your fingers aren't deep inside her and you're not playing with each other? She's your closest friend, and has been all your life. She's like a sister to me too, so I love her also, but she'll never have the place in my heart that you have. You're, like, my very best friend, much more so than even Sean or Peter! I can relate to the three of you, but I don't really connect with her mentally like with you three."

She was touched, and also greatly reassured. She'd assumed that Amy wasn't a serious threat because she wasn't nearly as much of an intellectual as Alan, but even so she was really glad when Alan confirmed that assumption.

He continued, "Boobs and asses and their sizes aren't everything, either. You know you're more toned and fit than she is, for one thing. She's kind of soft and squeezable, and you're more hard-bodied. Also, I'll need a girlfriend for school eventually, if only for dances and social events. 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 with us, even. I'm beginning to think Aims 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 dick.

He intercepted her hand and kept her at bay. He just didn't have the energy, plus there was the danger factor.

"Okay, fine. I'm tired too. But it's your job to keep me filled with that." She pondered the idea of Alan making Amy his official girlfriend. She could see the logic in it, but she didn't like it, and her facial expression soured as she continued to think about it.

An idea hit her. "Hey, what if you make Aims AND me your TWO official girlfriends? Wouldn't that be better?"

"Hell, yeah! That would be awesome! But let's get real. Everyone would kill me for incest with my sister, and then they'd kill me a second time for scooping up two of the foxiest girls in school. You want to see people kicking my corpse?"

She stared off into space wistfully. "Come on! It wouldn't be that bad. But can't we just... pretend? I don't mind sharing you with her, because she's my closest girl friend, and she's just, ya know... Amy. Wouldn't it be great, in a better world, if we could be a threesome?"

A big smile crossed his face as he considered that. "Yeah. Wow. Imagine if I took both of you to one of those fancy parties all the cool people go to. I'd leave the house and then turn around and come back to pick both of you up. You'd look so super sexy... Everyone would be amazed. But hey, I don't care what they think. Why even go to a party? The three of us could have so much fun up in my room all night long!"

Katherine laughed. "Now you're talking!" She had her own related fantasy of dressing up for a fancy party in extremely revealing and sexy clothes, with Amy doing the same. But then she realized that she wouldn't want others to see her like that, even in a fantasy, so she latched onto the idea of having fun up in Alan's room instead.

Then she changed topics. "Getting back to reality, what about Kim? Why don't you make her your girlfriend?"

He replied, "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; she's too young and immature."

"Physically immature," she clarified for him. "I know what kind your type is: the kind with tits so big that they fall over forward whenever they try to walk. Like two certain mothers I could name."

He nodded grudgingly. "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." He got up and 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. Plus, by the time you've finished growing, Macy's will be calling you to see if you have two new entries for their parade. 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 Aunt Suzy and Mom sadly will already be senior citizens."

"Thanks!" she said, somewhat relieved. "You're the best brother anyone could have. I don't know why I doubt my looks so much. No, actually, I do. I mean, I have a mom who looks like Mom, and that would be daunting for anybody. But so what? I know that I inspire YOU, and that's all I really care about. In any case, let's not go any further with Aims for a while, okay? I feel like I have enough competition in your fantasies, what, between Mom, Aunt Suzy, Aims, 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, asking pleadingly, "'Oh Alan, my young man, please let your teacher help you with your medical problem!'"

He laughed.

She went on in her normal voice, "And then there's Christine..."

"Hey, there's one you don't have to worry about. She's made it pretty clear that she's not interested and just wants to be friends."

"Hrm. So you say. Anyway, I've told you before that I don't mind you doing certain other women, as long as you don't forget me. Especially since I seem to get a share of the action with them too, from time to time."

They both laughed at that.

Katherine continued, "I don't know about Christine, though, since she really does seem to be the ice queen. But if I were Ms. Rhymer, I'd watch out. You've had the hots for your teacher for three years already, and a certain unassuming teacher's pet is turning into quite the pussy tamer." She sang the Van Halen song:

"You've got it bad,

got it bad,

got it bad,

you're hot for teacher."

He 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 her that?" he suggested facetiously.

Still running with the idea, she added, "Instead of you being her teacher's pet, you should make your teacher your pet!"

He groaned in frustration. That idea really turned him on, and the fact that it was his sister suggesting it aroused him even more. He could feel his penis starting to engorge, if only a little. Yet he was so exhausted that he felt he was being cruel to his body by staying awake for even a few more minutes. He muttered, "Oh, man, you're killing me." Then his voice grew determined. "Sis, I'm really beat. You're still topless, and I'm sure Mom and Ron would love to hear their 'model kids' talking like this."

Alan again lay on his bed with Katherine now back on the floor near him. He looked over the edge of his bed to see if she'd put her shirt back on, but instead of putting it back on, she'd taken her shorts off as well.

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

She smiled up at him naughtily. "I know, but my shorts were chafing me," she giggled.

"You and your chafing," he said with a sigh as he rolled back onto his pillow. "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."

"Sis! Not at home, remember?"

"I locked the door to your room, you know, and these walls are fairly soundproof. I'm not stupid."

"Nope," he said firmly, "you're certainly not. But I really have to put my foot down. And whatever happened to you being all tired and sore, anyway?"

"I'm sore. Soooo sore. But any time is the right time to fuck. I think the only cure for my sore cunt is some Big Thick Brother cock! It's like drinking some more alcohol to cure a hangover. Why not a little more sister-poking? When it comes to you, just imagine a little sign above my pussy that says: 'Open 24 hours a day.' Just like the corner Quickee Mart."

They both giggled.

"Hey, take a look at this!" Once she saw he was sitting up and looking, she added in an extra sultry voice, "You sure your cock doesn't want to make a quick pit stop in your sister's pussy?" Then she twirled around to face him, spread her legs, and opened her labia wide with her fingers. "Calling all cock! Calling all cocks! Mayday! Mayday! All hands on dick!"

He laughed, especially at the "all hands on dick" part, but he also gave her a look that said 'No.'

She sighed. "But if you insist on leaving me horny, can I at least take care of you?" She sat on the edge of his bed and cradled his boner in her hands. Despite his exhaustion, it had grown hard thanks to all the sexy talk.

"We can't even do that while Ron 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."

She kidded as she ran her fingers up and down it, "I'll agree that it's slippery. Definitely slippery most of the time. I'm not so sure about the slope part though. A little bit crooked, maybe, but not much."

He swatted her hand away, in a playful yet effective manner. "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 one of the other cheerleaders, like Janice or Joy. Their personalities don't really fit with yours, so they don't worry me. But someone like Christine, someone you really love who could take you away from me, that REALLY worries me."

"Don't worry. As I keep telling you, Christine is just a friend now. And sure, I have a crush on Ms. Rhymer, but she's a teacher, so that obviously is just a fun daydream. In fact, 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," he 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 Ron asks you, 'So Alan, who's your new girlfriend?' What could you say? 'Uh, actually it's someone you know...' Ain't gonna happen. Anyway, I'm out of here already, Big, Pulsing, Pounding, and Oh-so-filling 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 hasn't even 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 finally started putting her clothes back on.

"Let's see... One after midnight, then once this morning, once at lunch, four times with you this afternoon, and almost once with Aims. Now my dick is pleading for no more tonight. 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. She tried to make it lead to something more, even getting aggressive with her hands, but Alan and his sore penis wouldn't have it.

He barely had the will to push her away, so 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-your-hard-cock-over-and-over-again-all-night-long Brother?"

He had no comment, but she could tell from his facial expression that he would like that very much. He looked cute blushing.

He was surprised again at how little his incestuous thoughts and deeds led him to feel guilty, at least most of the time.

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 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.

Back in her room, she spent over an hour writing an entry in her diary that described her first fuck in extreme detail. She knew it was something she'd want to refer to in fond memory in the years to come.

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