6 Times a Day

ReaperCrew [ 3 / 12 ]

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After Amy left his room, Alan just lay in his bed for a while and relaxed. He needed to give his penis some time to recover, but he was also in a contemplative and nostalgic mood. How things have changed. It seems like years ago when Aunt Suzy first came into my room and we looked at porn together. She was the first to give me a blowjob. I remember when she said to me, naked and on all fours, “How do you like to see your Aunt Suzy crawl like an animal so she can eat your fuck-meat?” That sends shivers down my spine, the fact that one of the most beautiful women on this entire planet would say that to me.

And then there’s Aims. The way Sis and I used to have so much fun tricking her with “bump checks” and that kind of thing. Even though it seems like ages ago, those memories are permanently burned into my brain. Has any guy ever had a luckier situation than to have those two for neighbors? Jesus!

The more he recalled such memories, the more aroused he got. Even though he was tired from the anal sex and everything else in the last twenty-four hours, he suddenly felt a surge of energy, powered mostly by images of when Suzanne came into his room and exposed herself, way back at the start of his sexual awakening.

He took a quick shower, dried off, and then walked naked down the hall. He heard the sound of music coming from Katherine’s room. He was glad that she apparently wasn’t interested in watching him with Suzanne.

He didn’t realize that she was busy writing in her diary. She’d already spent some time describing the day’s sexual adventures. Around the time he walked by, she was detailing her latest thoughts on Brenda:

I still don’t know what to think about Brother’s recent comments about letting Brenda have sex with her son Adrian. He’s gotten kind of weirdly philosophical about it, saying it’s some kind of “cosmic karma.” I’m concerned. I have a sneaking suspicion that Bro is trying to punish himself in some way. It’s like he feels he doesn’t deserve all of the sexual joy he’s been getting lately, and so he needs a little more trouble in his life and someone really unhappy like Adrian needs more success.

Well, pardon me, but that’s bullshit! I believe a person has to live a good, moral life. Brother should realize that a huge reason why he’s having such sexual success is because we all love him so much, and that’s because he’s a good person! I couldn’t even BEGIN to imagine being someone else’s fuck toy! To submit fully to a master, you have to trust that person with your life. So many things could go wrong in a harem-type situation. But with Brother in charge, we all have a quiet confidence that everything is going to be okay. And he’s still a teenager! God, how I love my brother!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Anyway, sure, live a good moral life, and part of that is helping others when you can. But you have to be clever about it! For instance, he wants to help Adrian, ‘cos he identifies with him back from the time when he was still a virgin. Fine. So hire a fantastic professional escort to teach Adrian all about sex. I’m sure that would put a big smile on the kid’s face. Then repeat as necessary – we certainly could afford it. Or get Aunt Suzy to manipulate things to get Adrian a rockin’ girlfriend. There are so many options aside from making things messy with Brenda. But does anyone listen to me? NoooOOOOoooo! Looks like we’ve gotta do things the hard way. Sigh.

Oops! I just remembered I’m not supposed to say “Aunt Suzy” anymore. Now it’s just “Mother” or “Suzanne.” How cool is that?!?! I love it! And Aims is my full-on sister now!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!

That was a sigh of total contentment, Diary. I’ve felt like she and I were sisters for a long time, and now we really ARE! And not just regular ol’ sisters, but fuck toy sisters, bound extra closely together through our mutual love of serving Brother’s big cock!

Could life get any better? I don’t know, but it would help if Brother would stop going around and deliberately mucking things up, like with this whole Adrian fiasco. We’ve gotta cure him of his weird, fatalistic, “I must make life miserable for myself to balance out the cosmic scales” attitude before he goes off and does something else totally moronic. But the funny thing is I love him for his adorable idiocy too. 🙂 It shows that his heart is in the right place.

Alan continued down the hall and found Susan and Suzanne both on Susan’s big bed. But for once, they were reading books instead of doing anything sexual. Suzanne still wore the same gorgeous white gown she’d had on downstairs, while Susan had changed into some revealing lingerie.

He cleared his voice and said, “Aunt Suzy” – that was a tip of the hat to his nostalgic feelings – “I’m ready for my second dessert.” He stood there naked, his erection sticking out in front of him like a flag pole. There was no need to get dressed when he was going to get naked again in a minute anyway.

Suzanne sat up on the edge of the bed and replied in a very matter-of-fact manner, “Your second dessert is ready for you.”

Even though Alan knew she must have been terribly excited to get fucked again after doing without for so many days, she hid her excitement well. She wanted to remain dignified and not seem overly hasty. The only thing that gave away her true feelings was a slight smile, as if she was privy to a great secret.

He noticed that Suzanne had been reading a book on the ancient Mayan culture while Susan was reading a beauty tips book.

Susan put her book down and sighed. “Tiger, whatever am I going to do with you? Look at you, walking around, waving that tasty spermy treat between your legs all over the place, torturing your poor mommy. Curses! Now I’m going to have to frig my already very sore cunt.” However, despite her words, her smile and gleam in her eye showed that she clearly relished the thought.

Alan smiled. “Sorry, Mom. Why don’t you bring Katherine in here, instead? She can milk you and get you off that way.”

Susan was pleased. “Oooh! What a good idea. Okay, you’re forgiven – for now. But don’t expect me to go easy on you with your goodnight kiss, buster!” She winked. “I think I might just have to jack and suck and fuck your cock right off, at least if it’s after midnight and my daughter lets me.” She frowned, because she knew those were very big ifs.

Alan smiled back, and then took Suzanne’s hand in his. “Have fun, Mommy. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’m afraid my dessert here is going to start to melt or something.”

Suzanne winked at him as she started to stand up. “How true. You can see I’m already starting to drip between my legs.”

But unexpectedly, Alan pushed her back down on the bed. He got down on his knees and said, “Well, in that case I’d better lick a little now to stop it melting. Just like I do with ice cream cones.” Then he pushed her dress to the side and dove into her crotch.

“Oooh!” Suzanne exclaimed in pleasant surprise. “Susan! What a randy one we have here! Oh GOD! … The only problem is, that’s not going to stop the dripping, it’s just gonna make it worse!”

Susan sat up and bit her lip. Her nipples sprung up and her pussy began leaking like a dog trained to salivate at the sound of a bell. “Sweet Jesus! Suzanne! Did you hear that? He just pushed you down and TOOK CHARGE! My son!” ．

She moaned and whimpered, crawling on the bed around Suzanne like a panting puppy waiting to be given a snack, uncertain of what to do. “Oh, I so want to join in, but I can’t! I promised Angel. Oh… Tiger, why do you have to be so virile and sexy? Oh… Oh, oh, oh!” She whimpered even more and began frigging herself.

Suddenly, Alan stood up. “Oops. We don’t want to get Mom too excited. Let’s go to my room.” He pulled Suzanne up.

Suzanne was slightly dazed, but was determined not to have him get the best of her. She adjusted her dress, brushed her hair back in place with her hand, and held out her hand. “Let’s go, Sweetie.”

He took her hand and they walked out of the room as if heading for a formal ball.

Susan pounded the bed in frustration. “Tiger, you meanie! You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Now you’ve got me hot! So hot! Hot for son-cock!”

“Sorry, Mom,” Alan said, briefly looking back at her sympathetically as he left the room. “This is Aunt Suzy’s time.”