Chapter 440 You're My Favorite Sister. ['Someone' Sponsored]

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Alan hopped out of the pool. He figured that he'd better start with his sister right away before his mother had a chance to change her mind yet again.

Katherine sat up in her chair in anticipation of Alan's ministrations. She'd been naked, but she'd put her bathing suit back on after she overheard what Susan said. She tied her top on as tightly as it could go, so her nipples would be apparent.

"You need some more lotion or you'll burn up," he said, providing the thin excuse to explore her body.

Katherine was frustrated that she had a fairly ordinary bikini, instead of one with the impossibly small triangles that Suzanne had found and bought for herself and Susan.

However, Alan didn't really mind. He figured that given everything else that had just happened, he could take Katherine's top off in a few minutes anyway. Susan would have to be extremely hypocritical to complain, since she still didn't have her top on and Suzanne was completely nude.

He sat next to Katherine's lounge chair and put a big gob of suntan lotion on his hand. While Susan talked to Suzanne in the pool, Katherine quietly and wickedly said to him, "Hey, Big Iron Spike Brother, why don't you give it to me like you gave it to Mom?"

"I wish, Little Sugar Walls Sis. But she just told me 'boundaries, boundaries.'"

"Yeah, I heard," whispered his frowning sister. "That's not fair!" With an even more quiet whisper straight into his ear, she added, "Your fuck toy is so horny. Her fuck hole is all lonely and empty. It needs a filling of brother-cock!"

He was a bit shocked by that. Her words sent a thrill up and down his spine, but he played it cool. He whispered back, "Well, let's keep our eyes open for an opportunity and maybe we can still have some fun."

She lay down and he straddled her. Since he was naked, he made sure to rub his hard erection all the way up the inside of her leg as he moved up her body. It eventually rested on the inside of her thigh. She whispered, "Mmmm. Just a few more inches..."

"Alan! Your bathing suit?" his mother barked at him from inside the pool.

He'd conveniently "forgotten" about his bathing suit. He could tell she was upset by the way she called him "Alan" instead of "Tiger." So he reluctantly got up, put his tiny European-styled suit back on, and then straddled his sister again. This time, he sat on her legs below her butt. His boner immediately popped out and he left it that way, in the exact same position it had been in before he'd been forced to put on the suit.

He began to cover his sister all over with lotion. He could hardly believe that, after such intense encounters with one gorgeous woman and then a second, he would immediately proceed to do it again with yet a third.

He could just barely hear the two mothers' conversation at times when the wind wasn't blowing, and he noticed how Suzanne was subtly trying to blunt Susan's post-orgasmic prudish resurgence. Suzanne was spending a lot of time explaining how the neighbors really couldn't see into the backyard. Then she started in on how it was Susan's "duty" to keep at least her bikini top off since the house rules dictated that Alan could decide what Susan had to wear.

Alan was soon drawn into the conversation. Susan yelled at him just loud enough for him to hear, "Tiger? Suzanne says that you're ordering me to keep my top off right now. Is that true?"

"No, Mom," he shouted back. But then after a pregnant pause, he added, "I'm ordering you to keep it all off."

Susan pouted, "Tiiiiiiiger! You're so mean!" But she couldn't help but flash a wide smile too.

"Sorry, Mom; them's the breaks." He grinned. "I'll tell you what; I'll let you keep your glasses. Oh, and your high heels if you're out of the pool."

"Gee, thanks," Susan replied sarcastically, but she was secretly delighted.

He watched while Susan briefly stood and pulled her bikini bottoms off, then tossed them out of the pool. She made a show of it, and even wiggled about in shallow waters in time to the song on the radio. (It was appropriate that the current song was "I'm on Fire" by The Dwight Twilley Band, since she looked scorching hot.)

Luckily for him and his sister, Suzanne and Susan were tired. Susan especially was wiped out after her many intense orgasms. They soon retired to their own lounge chairs (after putting their high-heeled sandals back on). That meant Susan wouldn't be looking their way nearly as much.

He turned his attention back to massaging Katherine with his hands and his erection.

She whispered to him, "Mom's such a pushover."

"I know."

She added, "It gets me all hot and bothered. I could totally picture it. She'd say, 'Tiiiiiiiger! Please don't stick your hard cock in my defenseless pussy! Please? I'm your mother!' And then you'd say, 'Sorry, Mom, them's the breaks', and you'd just shove it right in her hot hole! Then she'd kick her legs up in the air and whine, 'You're so mean!' as you start to really give it to her! Before long, you'd be drilling her so deep, she'd be able to taste your cum in her throat!"

There was a long silent pause. He stopped moving and just panted heavily. He was frantically squeezing his PC muscle, trying not to cum. It would be embarrassing to cum due to talk about fucking his mother while he was with his sister.

"You okay?" Katherine finally asked, their voices still too quiet for Susan or Suzanne to hear.

"Yeah, but please don't say that kind of stuff! Jesus H. Christ! Talk about torture! If she says no, I just can't go against that. I can't!"

"Even if she says no and means yes?"

"Unfortunately, even then. God, it sucks."

Katherine giggled, "And so does she, but in a very, very good way."

He continued working on his sister's body, but felt emotionally unsettled. I'm such a wimp. I should just fuckin' fuck Mom. I should. I should! If any other guy knew how much she teases me and all but asks for it on a daily basis, they'd think I'm crazy for not getting more aggressive. But if she had another prudish rebound afterwards and looked at me with those sad, disapproving eyes... Oh man. I'd rather have my fingernails pulled out than make her feel like a horrible person!

Meanwhile, the conversation between Suzanne and Susan slowly died out as Suzanne batted away all of Susan's feeble protests. For a while, they both turned their heads around to look frequently at what Alan was doing to Katherine. Susan was telling herself that she was checking to make sure Alan didn't go too far, but she was really getting off on watching their sexual contact. Suzanne was enjoying the sight too, but she was also making sure that the siblings didn't go too far and trigger another backlash from Susan.

Alan was mindful of being watched and judged, so he acted carefully. Even though there was no more than a square foot of clothing between the two siblings, and his erection and balls were hanging completely out of his useless bathing suit, nothing too risqué appeared to happen, other than his hard-on dragging across his sister's skin from time to time.

By recent Plummer family standards that wasn't such a big deal, so Susan was somewhat mollified. She gradually turned her head their way less and less frequently, and finally stopped looking altogether. She was tired out from her many climaxes, and swimming with Suzanne had exhausted what little energy she had left.

It was hard to tell, because Susan was wearing dark sunglasses again, but Alan eventually decided that his mother had fallen asleep. He wasn't sure about Suzanne, with her eyes also hidden behind dark sunglasses, but the important thing was that Susan was now probably out of the picture. At the very least, her head was turned away and all he could see was her long mane of dark brown hair.

By the time Alan had decided that Susan was asleep, he had already finished applying lotion to most of Katherine's body. But, cleverly, he had saved the best for last: her ample tits.

Katherine pretended to be worried. "Brother, you're scaring me! It's like you're a hungry wolf and I'm a sizzling steak."

"Mmmm. Yum!" He wordlessly took her bikini top off and gave her a secret wink.

She writhed around in a very sexy manner. "Oh no! Whatever will I do? My Big Bad Brother Wolf is intent on eating me! Or at least licking me!" She broke character and winked playfully.

When it came to his sister, he knew she was willing to go as far as he wanted, and then some. After he squirted a big gob of coconut-flavored lotion onto his hands, he began to rub vigorously. He liked to imagine that the lotion was his own seed. But, unlike with Susan or Suzanne earlier, he didn't feel the need to hold back much, now that no one else seemed too terribly interested in what he was doing.

After he slathered his sister's tits with the oil, he devoted his full attention to her nipples. He pinched, pulled, sucked, and bit them until she was ready to scream out in both agony and ecstasy.

He would occasionally look towards Susan's and Suzanne's lounge chairs, since he faced that direction anyway, but all he could see were the backs of their heads and their chests lightly rising and falling as they apparently lay sleeping.

Katherine closed her eyes so she could concentrate fully on the tactile sensations. She was afraid to speak much, for fear of drawing Susan's or Suzanne's attention in case one or both of them were just feigning sleep. So, instead, she had fun directing her thoughts to Alan, pretending that she could control his actions with her mind.

That's it, Brother. Touch me there. Tweak it - yeah! You know how to turn me on so well! Now scoot forward a little bit. Put your cock right in my hole! You know you want to do it, so do it! Come on! Don't be a chicken! Fuck me right in front of Mom and Aunt Suzy! What are they going to do? They're only going to fight over who gets to be supremely fucked next. You know it. Come on, just scoot a little. Slide it down, right over my smooth, shaven skin. Oh yeah, and do that too! So good!

He more or less followed her commands, not because she had any power of mental telepathy but because he wanted to do the same things that she wanted. He wasn't ready to start fucking her out in the open. But, sitting as he was below his sister's crotch yet reaching up to her boobs, it would be only natural when he scooted forward and brought his thick rod within inches of her pussy.

He seemed stymied by the fact that she still had her bikini bottoms on, but she quickly took care of that problem. She looked up into his eyes and mouthed the word "Oops!" as she pulled her bikini bottoms down her thighs. She kept at it until they were completely off.

He gulped. That meant trouble. What if Susan woke up? How would they explain the lack of bikini bottoms? But he was too horny to stop. With only one hand on her boobs, he brought the other to his cock and began to rub his shaft around the entrance to her love hole. With another glance at his sleeping mother, he poked the tip of his boner right at his sister's pussy lips and pushed her fat, engorged lips even further open.

Her pussy was already really wet from his ministrations. She was nearly delirious with anticipation. Is he really going to fuck me right here, right in front of them?! That would be so cool! So brave! Go, Big Brother, do it!

As the head of his erection slid over her wet inner thighs, the feeling for him was incredible. He looked down and saw the pre-cum oozing from his cockhead and mingling with her juices. His boner grew even more erect, if that was possible. He could see his erection throb as it literally bounced up and down on her wet, juicy pussy.

"Hey, Big Beef Injection Brother," his sister whispered very quietly, "Do you want to fuck me right now or what? I'm so totally game, if you are. Let's do it!"

He felt playful and cavalier, so he whispered back, "I don't know, Little Velvet Tunnel Sis. Have you been a good girl?"

"If by 'good girl,' you mean a good and obedient fuck toy, a willing fuck toy creaming at the mere thought of getting repeatedly speared by her very own brother, then yes!"

He was tempted. He looked around and realized that it wouldn't be too crazy to fuck her - they just might get away with it, if they were quick and quiet about it. But then he imagined Susan discovering them, and yelling at him in red-faced anger. He realized just how insanely dangerous it would be to fuck his sister, especially since he'd already gotten in trouble when his mother caught him with Suzanne in the "pool boy incident," and then later with Katherine when Susan had discovered how Katherine was helping him by walking in during his sister's blowjob. Also, it would set back his campaign to fuck his mother in a big way if she thought he couldn't control himself.

"Too risky," he whispered. He scooted his body forward until his pole was up beyond her entrance. But not by much - his dick now lay on top of the smoothly-shaven skin where her pubic hair had been, so that his pre-cum-dripping cockhead brushed against her clitoris.

In her mind, she cried out, No! Bring it back! Stick it in me! Fuck me! Take me! Do me! Do your sister! Your fuck toy! Don't you want to fuck your sister? I don't care who knows or who sees! I love you and I want you to have me! All of me! Bring it back!

But she did care who knew, at least somewhat, because she kept those thoughts to herself. She was much like her mother in this respect: thinking much nastier thoughts than what she was willing to say out loud.

Katherine was now too excited not to get her hands busy as well. She grabbed his prick and started to rub it back and forth over her sensitive, shaven skin. That turned into a handjob with one hand and the flicking of her clit with the other. But then she put both hands on his boner and began to stroke it with pure abandon.

As she did that, she whispered, "Mom's not the only one totally in love with your cock! I know those two are built like ridiculously stacked Amazon warriors, but don't forget your little sister! I'm pretty sexy too."

He smiled. "You're VERY sexy. I would NEVER forget you. You're my favorite sister."

She sighed in exasperation. "I'm your ONLY sister."

"Oh yeah."

They both smiled. This was a verbal game they played a lot.

He watched her rubbing his bare erection against her clit and pussy lips. He whispered, "Hey, be careful there."

"Don't worry, I know. No fucking. Still, this feels pretty good, doesn't it?" She rubbed two fingers against his sweet spot while the tip of his cockhead bumped into her clit.

"Hell yeah!"

Her smile grew wider. "My thoughts exactly."

Soon, four arms flailed wildly across their bodies: he had his hands high up to mash and pull his sister's boobs while she had hers underneath, double-pumping his shaft. Both of them rapidly built up to a dizzying climax.

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