6 Times a Day

Drunk Dargon Special [ 1 / 5 ]

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Alan hadn’t been watching television very long when Amy came by for a visit. She was unaware that the others were trying not to disturb him, and wanted his undivided attention. She came bounding into the living room dressed in her cheerleading uniform.

“Howdy, Bo. What’s shakin’?” She struck a sexy pose.

Alan was always aroused by cheerleader outfits, but this time he tried not to show it. “Oh, nothing much. Just blowing off some school work. I’ve become such a juvenile delinquent lately.”

“Hey, if you’re wasting time, can you help me out?”

“Sure. I’m just looking for excuses to put off this essay I’m supposed to write. What is it?”

“Tomorrow’s a big football game and I want to make sure I’ve got all my routines down right. Can you watch me do my routines and give me a review?”

He thought as he smiled to himself, Ah, the ol’ “Can I practice my cheerleader routine on you” gambit. Sis tried this on me just a few days ago, and to great success for both of us. Dang. That seems like years ago. I was a totally different guy back then. I wonder if Aims knows about that incident. Probably not. I don’t think Sis would be talking about that kind of thing with her. 𝙚𝙙𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙚𝙡.𝙤𝙧𝒈

The question is, what should I do? I really should do my homework. But I wasn’t doing it when she came in, so it’s not like she’s stopping me. Maybe an inspiring sight will get me going and turn my day around, giving me the incentive to actually do my work.

“Sure. Sounds great.” He turned off the TV and sat back in his chair.

She cried “Goody!”, picked out one of his CDs and put it in the stereo. The song was “My Lovin’ (You’re Never Gonna Get It)” by En Vogue. She knew he liked that one. Before she started, she said shyly, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m kind of not wearing any underwear. Since that’s the house rule and all.”

Sitting on a sofa across from him, she placed a leg up, hiked up her skirt, and showed off her shaved pussy. “So you might see a lot of this. Is that a problem?”

He smiled. This should be good. Just what the doctor ordered. “Why should I mind? That’s all the better.”

“You don’t mind that you can totally see my cunnie?”

“No, I definitely don’t mind.”

She had a worried look on her face, but it was apparently just an act because then she said, “And if we don’t watch out, you might also see a bunch of this.” She turned around in her seat and pulled up her skirt again so he could get a nice eyeful of her broad ass.

He swore he was able to see a hint of a knowing smile on her face, hiding beneath her concerned facade. “I think I could survive that too. Please go ahead.”

“M’kay!” She stood up and clapped her hands, suddenly exuberant with joy. She launched into her cheerleading routine and danced up a storm. She was good. Very good. She had a natural knack for cheerleading, and was reasonably adept at showing off her pussy or ass at every opportunity. It seemed half the routines she did involved kicking, including lots of high kicking where she brought a leg all the way up to her face and kept it there.

But Alan had a problem. Although he was unmistakably aroused mentally, his penis just wasn’t responding. It lay there like a dead fish. That wasn’t really that surprising, since it was sore and he generally felt like the walking dead anyway, but it was still disappointing for both of them. Previously, it had always seemed that no matter how bad he hurt or how tired he was, his penis would always rise for the occasion. But this time was an exception.

The song ended with Amy doing a dramatic split.

Alan clapped and said positive things about her performance, but still he frowned. He asked, “Aims, can you do me a favor and take your top off for a minute?”

“M’kay! Heck, why not take all my clothes off? Don’t you think that’s better?”

He chuckled with glee. “That’s a great idea!”

He thought, Okay, I’m pretty much a breast man. But there wasn’t much breast movement in that dance. Aims has a great pair. If she can’t revive me, nothing will.

Amy went to the CD player and put the B-52’s on. She seemed to take extra long, and starting the CD seemed to involve a lot of sexy wiggling of her very sexy bare ass.

As the song “Strobe Light” played, Alan grinned. “You and the B-52’s.”

She responded, “I do play them a lot, but that’s just ‘cos they’re one of the few bands you and I both like. Would you rather I play one of my favorite boy bands?”

He reacted with mock-horror. “Oh no! Please no! God, no! Help us all, Jesus!”

She giggled. “You’re funny. Now just sit and watch. I hope this helps your thingy!”

She pirouetted and danced around the middle of the living room until the song came to an end. She used cheerleader-like moves, but she had to hold her boobs most of the time to prevent them from bouncing around in a painful manner.

He was most definitely inspired mentally, but his penis was still limp. “Dang!” he cursed out loud.

Amy came over to the sofa where he was now sitting and put a hand on his shoulder, looking intently into his eyes. “What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no. You did great. You’re really inspiring. But for some reason I can’t get happy. I think I’m just too tired.”

“Oh no! That’s bad. Can I take your thingy out and take a look?”

“Sure.”

She unzipped his shorts and flopped out his penis. It didn’t look very impressive in its flaccid state. She tried to rub it, but it wasn’t even partially hard, and there was no reaction. “Aaaawww. It’s so sad. I’m so sorry.”

“You? Why should you be sorry?”

“Bo, I hate to say this, but it’s true. I just don’t inspire you like the others. This is all my fault. I’m sure if Aunt Susan, Mom, or Kat were here, this would be very happy.” She squeezed his penis a couple of times, but still got no reaction.

He wondered if she was right. He thought about the other females, one by one, and imagined them naked and cocksucking, but there still was no reaction down below. “No, Aims, you’re very inspiring. Just as much as them. I’m thinking about them right now and I have a very vivid imagination. But nothing’s happening to me.”

“Well then, why don’t you do stuff with me? You’re doing all kinds of fun stuff with them. I’m not totally blind. But you don’t do anything with me. You fucked my tits once, but that was four days ago. I thought I’d get to play with your thingy every day. You hardly help with my shaving anymore, even.” She stared downcast at the floor.

He thought, She’s got a damn good point. True, she’s not allowed to use her mouth on me, but titfucking is just as great. Plus, she’s just all around sexy, fun, and awesome. Why haven’t I done that with her since then?!

Suddenly she hopped up and looked energized. “Look! I can show you! I can do stuff. All kinds of stuff. I can even do stuff they can’t. I’ll do anything with you that you want. Anything. Here. Look at this.” She stood on her head. Then, resting on her forearms, she leaned her body away from her head but stretched one leg far over in front of her head until she looked either like a work of abstract art or someone in a very tough yoga position.

“See?” she said with her body still upside down. “My body is very flexible. I’m double-jointed and stuff. I can do all kinds of things. Not even Mom can get into this position, I’ll bet. I may not know much, but I can learn. I like you so much, Bo! You can play with my body any way you want. Why don’t you, you know, take me and do all kinds of things to me?”

She dropped back down onto the floor. She sat with her legs spread wide in open invitation.

He was intrigued by her comment, “Not even Mom can get into this position.” He knew Suzanne had been a gymnast back in high school, and he pondered what that might mean when they were fucking. He wondered if great flexibility could be a genetic trait in the Pestridge family.

He thought, Man, I’m just gonna have to pretend Aims isn’t all but inviting me to fuck her! Sure, I’d love to, very, very badly, but Aunt Suzy would be extremely pissed if we do it and it gets discovered. Unfortunately, it’s nearly certain that we’d get found out, and sooner rather than later. It’s true that she hasn’t found out about me and Sis fucking yet, but we’ve been extremely lucky about that. Besides, she keeps a much closer, protective eye on Aims.

Aims and I have to take things step by step, just like what’s been happening with me and Mom. It would be better to get Aunt Suzy used to the idea of me doing other sexual acts with her “Honey Pie” first. Plus, I kinda promised her that I wouldn’t let Aims use her mouth on my dick, at least not yet. It goes without saying that actual intercourse is out of bounds too. Heck, we’re probably pushing our luck with titfucking. I certainly don’t want to get on Aunt Suzy’s bad side. Not only do I love her all up; she’s the one who makes the sexy fun happen!

While Alan was still pondering the situation, Amy spread her legs and did the splits so wide that it was almost painful for him just to watch. That captured his full attention.

Then she bent her whole upper body backward in a big arc until the back of her head touched the floor. “Or this. We tried this in cheerleading practice, but no one else could do it. Not even Kat can do this; I’m the only cheerleader who can stretch this far.”

Her position opened her pussy so wide that it seemed like a penis had just been removed. For a moment it looked like she was opening and closing her pussy like the mouth of a sucker fish. It caught his attention so much that he leaned forwards in his chair and closely examined her shaved crotch. That started some stirrings in his loins, but not enough to get him hard.

“Aims, please sit normally for a second.”

She did so, panting for breath as she recovered from her extreme contortions.

He said, “Look. You don’t have to show me how flexible you are. I’d love to do all kinds of things with you! You’re already practically my second sister, and I love you more than words can say. But I sort of made a promise with Kat that I wouldn’t do some things with you until certain other things happen. But that’s only a temporary restriction; it’s bound to change, probably in just a little while.”

Amy moved closer towards him. “Hrm… What other certain things?”

“Well, to be honest, it’s mostly about your mom. We have to kind of ease her into the idea that you’re getting involved. We don’t want her to get all angry. You know how she still thinks of you as her cute little ‘Honey Pie.'”

“Grrr! Tell me about it!” Amy clenched her fists. “I’m not little or innocent anymore. I’m a woman!”

Before he could respond to that, she exclaimed, “Hey! Is that why I didn’t get invited to the card game with Brenda last night? I can tell that you all had a lot of fun, even though everyone is trying to hide everything from me.”

“That was at your mom’s insistence. She thinks she’s protecting you. You have to have patience. Before long, she’ll have no choice but to bow to the inevitable.”

“I don’t wanna wait! I wanna do stuff now!”

Alan wasn’t precisely sure what she was talking about when she said “stuff” or “things,” except that it was sexual. He was pretty sure she meant she wanted to fuck, but wasn’t positive how much she even really knew about intercourse. “So do I. But remember that we promised her you wouldn’t use your mouth on me yet, or do anything beyond that. We have to be patient or-”

“Look!” Amy interrupted, her eyes wide, looking into his lap. “You’re starting to get happy! Here, let me help out.” She reached forward and took his semi-erect penis in her hands. She rubbed it vigorously, making it respond even more. “You DO like me!” she squealed joyfully. “I guess I just have to try harder to please you. Boy, this happy-penis stuff is tough to do!”

She leaned in even further, rubbing her tits across his chest. Her face was now inches from his, so she kissed him on the neck repeatedly. “How do you like that? Is that good?”