6 Times a Day

Alan brushed his teeth and did the rest of his going to bed ritual. When he turned his light off, he thought for sure that he was all done for the day. But just as he was about to drift off to sleep, he was surprised to hear a knock on his door.

It was Katherine. She’d stayed up for a chance to have a goodnight kiss.

She came in and stood in the doorway in a sexy nightie, striking an aggressive pose. Before he could talk, she said, “Brother, I noticed Mom didn’t give you a goodnight kiss.”

He laughed. Thinking of all that Susan had gone through that evening, he said, “Yeah, I could see how she’s, uh, shall we say… indisposed. What about you?”

“Me? Tired? Not really. Don’t you want your goodnight kiss? Or don’t you love me anymore?” She was naked by the time she finished saying that.

He stared at the nightgown puddled around his sister’s feet because he feared that if he looked at her sexy body he’d get aroused yet again. “Oh course I love you, and of course I’m glad to get a goodnight kiss. Don’t EVER doubt my love for you or I’ll have to give you a spanking.”

in a flash, she turned around and bent way over. Her nightie rose up, fully exposing her flawless ass. “You hate me, Bro, don’t you? You HATE me!”

He added with amused chagrin, “And I don’t meant the kind of spanking that you’ll enjoy.”

“Awww, shucks.” She turned back around and stood up. “Okay, maybe you don’t hate me after all.”

He grinned at that. “Of course I’d love to kiss you, but I’m weary. And I’m highly suspicious that you only want to kiss. These things have a tendency of turning into blowjobs or handjobs, or more.”

She sat down on his bed and affectionately rubbed his arm. “Of course a goodnight kiss wouldn’t be complete without making you cum, but I don’t want to give you a blowjob or handjob.”

“Uh-oh. You swear? Neither of those things, and no fucking either?” He was still trying not to look at her, but his eyes were gazing at her long legs and slowly moving up.

“I swear.” She reached back behind him a bit and massaged his neck and shoulders.

“You promise not to touch me with your hands or mouth?”

“Yep.”

“No tits or pussy? Or ass, even?” His eyes drifted up to her deliciously bare pussy right as he said the word “pussy.”

“Yep, yep, and yep. But I’m still going to make you cum.”

“This I gotta see. You know, your nipples are lightly grazing my shoulder blades right now.”

“Oh, really?” She giggled. “I had no idea those count as part of the breasts.” She lied, but in good fun. She pulled back just a bit and concentrated on the massage.

“Hmmm. So you’re saying you can make me cum without any of those things touching me? Just from the kiss alone?”

“No. From what I’ll be wearing. Just a sec. Let me change into something so sexy that it’ll make you cum all by itself. Can you wait?”

“For that, I can wait. No outfit alone…” His voice faded because she was gone in an instant, leaving him talking to himself.

She returned about five minutes later.

Alan was relieved as his eyes wandered all over her body, because she was dressed sexily, but nowhere near sexily enough to make him cum from appearances alone.

She wore a black dress pulled down to reveal her boobs and elbow length black gloves. She wore the usual high heels (black as well), but not so typically, she wore dark stockings as well.

She pulled up her dress with great eagerness and demonstrated that the stockings connected to a garter belt, but that was all. No panties got in the way of her pussy or ass.

He said, “Nice, Little Squishy Tunnel Sis, but I see the likes of that sort of thing just about every day around here now. You have to admit it’s pretty tough competition lately. How is that going to make me cum?”

She seemed very confident. “Elementary, my dear Big Monorail Train Brother. The stockings. The secret key is the stockings.”

“How?” He was a bit impatient, as he was so tired. He did feel his erection growing against his will, though. Curse that thing! he thought. Will it never be satisfied?

“Close your eyes and you’ll see.” She kicked her high heels off.

He closed his eyes, and then he felt his sheets pull down. Seconds later, he felt a sensation on his growing penis. Something was coming at it from both sides, and rubbing, but it wasn’t a hand or mouth. It didn’t even feel like skin. It felt fantastic, and better, smoother, and silkier than any skin could ever feel.

He was so surprised that he opened his eyes and looked down to his groin. He saw Katherine’s silk stocking covered feet rubbing up and down both sides of his penis. He looked up at her face and saw her laughing mirthfully.

She said, “Told ya! Look Ma, no hands, because I’m using my feet! How does it feel?”

He paused and considered the question. The feeling of the silky fabric rubbing against his erection was far too good to be denied. Further, he was amazed at just how dexterous his sister’s feet were. They were in total control of his cock, and played against it nearly as expertly as if she was using her hands. For instance, she had the toes of one foot working on his sweet spot just below the cockhead, while the other foot pressed on the other side to give more traction and yet rub and stimulate some on its own as well.

He exclaimed, “God, Sis, that feels great! I love it. You’re getting better at that. What do you call it?”

She smiled a knowing smile, as if she knew all along exactly what he’d say. She replied languidly, “It’s called a footjob. Blowjob, handjob, titfuck, assfuck, straight fuck, and now a footjob, and those aren’t even all the ways to pleasure a dick. I learned a lot today.”

“From who?”

“Who’d you think? Aunt Suzy. She caught me crying the other day, and cheered me up by telling me one of her secrets.”

“Crying? Arrgh!” He shouted out because of the arousing things she was doing with her feet.

She didn’t really know what she was doing when she started, but she was getting better by the second.

He struggled to finish his thought, “Why were you crying?” He groaned loudly, as his boner was attacked from all sides by wonderfully arousing silky sensations.

“Because you haven’t been paying me enough attention, you meanie. She was planning to surprise you with this, but saw that it would mean a lot to me to do something special for you. She’s really all right.” She giggled, adding, “For a giant-breasted, long-tongued, cocksucking, next door neighbor who constantly needs to fuck my brother, that is.”

“Oh God! Stop! Slow down. UGH! The feeling of that fabric is too much. What is it?”

“Glad you asked. These are fully fashioned nylons, but they feel smoother than silk, don’t they? She showed me just what to do. We even practiced with a dildo. The feet are highly erogenous zones, though usually tragically neglected. That’s what she told me. Women love it when you pay attention to their feet, too.”

He asked, “Really? What should I do? We should switch roles because otherwise I’m not going to last long.”

Katherine told him, “Don’t worry about it. You’re tired and you’ve had a rough day, so I’m going to pamper and please you.” She was smiling even more than before, glad that she could provide so much erotic joy to someone she loved so much.

He sighed wearily. “If you insist.”

“I do. And don’t worry about cumming. I’m one of your fuck toys AND one of your personal cocksuckers, so I have a double reason to keep your dick throbbing with pleasure right at the edge of a big spermy explosion. Just tell me if you’re getting too close, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

He muttered, “I wish you wouldn’t call yourself those things.”

“Sorry, bub. I may be your fuck toy, but I’m an uppity one, which means I get to call myself whatever I want!” She giggled.

He just rolled his eyes, but then grinned at her.

“But on a different note, this is the first time we’ve had a chance to talk one-on-one for a while. I’ve been meaning to ask you… have you given any more thought about the news about ‘Ron, the gay adulterer?'”

He looked at her feet, which were still sliding pleasurably around his stiff shaft, and then up at her face. “Seriously?! You’re asking me that now, in the middle of a footjob?”

She smirked triumphantly. “Yep! Get used to it. It’ll be rare if I’m with you and not pleasuring your cock one way or another. Ditto with the others in this house. So get used to talking while your entire body is shivering from intense erotic joy!”

He said, “A guy can only handle so much of that, you know. Besides, why ask me about Ron of all things? Why not what I thought about the party last night? Or how I enjoyed the triple blowjob you, Aims, and Kim gave me this afternoon? Or a myriad of other more enjoyable things?”

She replied, while rubbing one of her big toes directly against his sweet spot, “Because I know what you’re going to say about that stuff: ‘awesome, awesome, and more awesome.’ As it should be. But I don’t know what you’re going to say about Ron.”

He sighed. “Okay. Fair enough. To be honest, I haven’t thought about it much. No doubt that’s in large part because there’s so many great sexual things happening to me that I hardly get a minute to think, period. But Aunt Suzy and I had a good talk about it yesterday. That helped. What about you? Have you given it much thought?”

“Of course. Probably more than you, since I’m not boinking a gaggle of busty beauties all the time. I still have this weird emotional flatness about it, coupled with feeling good about it sometimes. That’s ‘cos the main thing I think about is how it frees us to live out our dreams. Also, although what he did to Mom was absolutely horrible, if things hadn’t happened exactly as they did, we wouldn’t be where we are right now.”

Alan brightened. “I’m so glad you feel that way, because I’ve had that exact same thought. I say we just forget about the past and focus on our amazing future. You know, Aunt Suzy told me something interesting. She said she’d delayed this revelation for years because Mom wouldn’t have been able to handle losing Ron without having me to take his place. That’s… weird. Pretty damn Oedipal. But I can see her point. She said that Mom belongs to me now. That’s been weighing on my mind ever since. What do you think?”

“Oh, I totally agree! Mom does belong to you. She’s a very capable person, but she’s not a leader-type. She needs you to take charge. And I do too. And Aunt Suzy and Aims, they’re not so much the submissive types, but they certainly love sharing you, and they don’t want another man. Four women plus one man equals… what?”

“What?”

“A harem, dummy! And that’s not even counting your other lovers. I’m going to keep on bludgeoning you with the news that you’re the master of your very own harem until you come to accept your lot in life!”

He chuckled. “Fat chance!” He tried to dodge the issue with a joke, because he knew that she was technically correct. If he didn’t have a harem, then nobody did.

She giggled in response. “Speaking of fat things, how’s your fat cock coming along?”

Despite all the serious talk, she’d never stopped her footjob. In fact, she’d been trying out a variety of different moves, since she was still new to that sex act.

He replied enthusiastically, “I hardly have to tell you that it feels damn great! I especially love the thing you’re doing right now.” She’d been working on holding his cockhead in place with one foot so she could rub his sweet spot with the big toe of her other foot.

He added, “In fact, it feels so good that I’m going to have to call for a strategic break pretty soon.”

“Don’t do that. Let’s do this instead.” From her position sitting on the edge of his bed, she swung her feet up over his chest and then planted them gently down around his shoulders.

To his surprise, her feet began massaging his chest and shoulders. It felt nearly as good as the footjob.

He found himself groaning even louder. Boy, I thought I knew pleasure, but I never knew pleasure until I discovered sexy fun!

She curled her toes and kneaded his muscles with just her feet as she worked her way down his body. She took extra care to tease and play with his nipples using the soles of her feet.

Katherine was surprised at how aroused this made her as well. Her feet loved the contact. She realized that Suzanne was right about feet being an erogenous zone, and she resolved that she’d get Alan to play with her feet at the first opportunity.

Alan had always known his sister had great muscular and toned legs due to her participation in athletic events like cheerleading, but now he had a new respect for her feet. He had always liked a good pair of toned legs, and that was the main reason he subtly encouraged all his women to wear high heels. He liked how the heels accentuated the curves of a woman’s legs and even made their tits stick out further, not to mention the constant devotion wearing the heels symbolized. But now he seemed absolutely mesmerized by her feet and legs.

He reached out to touch the silky smooth fabric with his own hands and started a massage of his own on her calves.

In return, her toes danced about his upper body as if they had a life of their own, moving from his shoulders to his chest, down to his rib cage, caressing the sides of his body, and then down to his stomach and back again.

The smooth fabric was really what made it feel so good; He wanted to drown himself in silk, satin, and nylon.

They went on silently for several minutes with her feet dancing up and down his torso while his hands massaged her calves.

At one point, she commented, “Oh, by the way, you missed out on a lot of the excitement earlier. Did you know Brenda spent nearly the whole day here?”

“No. I had no idea. What did she do?”

“Hung out with Mom, mostly. Naked. They read mother-son erotic stories together, worked on their cocksucking technique, and the like. You know, the usual.” She giggled. “And remember the pics of the fashion show last night that I printed out this morning?”

“Of course. How could I forget? Oh, wait, let me guess. Mom and Brenda had a field day with those.”

“If by ‘field day’ you mean ‘cumming over and over again in a masturbation frenzy while talking and fantasizing about sucking your cock,’ then yes. I wasn’t there, but I hear it was quite a field day!” She giggled.

He sighed heavily. “Man, things are so crazy. Sometimes, I doubt this is even real. Maybe I’m just a brain in a jar somewhere. I could almost believe it all, except for Brenda. She seems to be the most extreme, and I barely know her!”

“True. But didn’t you love the way she sucked and titfucked you last night? She and Mom waited for hours after school for you to come home so they could have a double suck and titfuck marathon on you, but she had to go home just before you arrived.”

He groaned in frustration. “Ugh! Why’d you have to tell me that?”

“Chill, Bro. There will be plenty of other times. Mom and her are thick as thieves now. I should enjoy this private time with you, because it’s going to be ‘kneeling room only’ around your cock from now on!”

He didn’t reply to that, because he was busy thinking. She’s trying to arouse and provoke me with that Brenda talk, though I’m so horny already that it’s like pouring water into the Pacific. But the thing is, she’s not entirely exaggerating. Brenda IS for real! Just thinking about what Mom and her will do to me combined is almost too amazing to think about! 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘭．𝑜𝘳𝘨

Katherine had discovered that part of her feet seemed to be directly connected to her clit, and when he touched her in certain ways, it sent spasms of joy right between her legs. She soon realized that she was moving closer and closer to orgasm.

He looked up to see a lovely sight. Looking between her long shapely legs, he could see her leaking and glistening pussy lewdly presented to him, framed by the garter belt and the tops of her stockings.

He thought, Another bonus to playing with feet is the excellent view from down here! He chuckled silently to himself.

Pussy juice slowly dripped down onto him like rain. This only caused his excitement to increase, and he had to stop for a while.

That left her right on the brink of a big climax, but she patiently waited rather than finish herself off alone.

Once he had more or less gotten his second wind, her feet returned to his boner. She commented as her toes tickled his cockhead, “Brother, you’ll be glad to know that I have high arches.”

“Why does that matter?”

“Because it means I can do this!” With dramatic flair, she suddenly caught his erection between the arches of both of her feet. His stiffness was now trapped in a tunnel just as sure as if it was a titfuck. She brought both feet up together and then back down.

He immediately caught on, and he exclaimed, “Now your feet are really fucking me! How wild!”

That just made her even more gleeful. She began to stoke and caress her brother’s rampant erection with a renewed enthusiasm.

The feelings she caused were so good that he couldn’t last long. He wasn’t ready for what nylon on soft, smooth feet could do to him, especially in his tired condition. When the time came, it was all he could do to shout out a warning.

Luckily, she was anticipating such a situation, and she immediately took action. She jumped up and landed her groin right on his. Right as he began to shoot off, she stuffed his stiff rod into her vagina and started grinding her hips.

They fucked for less than half a minute before they both had to climax, but it was wonderful for both sides.

He had enough presence of mind to joke as he felt his balls tightening, “I think this counts as your pussy touching me!”

She laughed hard, causing his squeezed shaft to quiver and shake inside of her. She had enough presence of mind to practice the vaginal muscle squeezing that Suzanne had taught earlier in the day. His dick inside of her was more than enough to send her over the edge. One part of her mind noted how wonderful it was that she and her brother always seemed to climax together.

When it was over, he found his sister lying in his bed next to him. He smiled contentedly.

She cuddled up to him and caressed his chest. She was even happier than he was.

He asked, “What did you do that for? Having me cum in there. I know you’re on the pill, but still. I didn’t use a condom and you didn’t have your diaphragm in. There’s always a chance you could get, you know…”

Katherine’s eyes were closed, and she seemed lost in a reverie. “Mmmm. A chance. Wouldn’t that be… interesting? Imagine your hot seed, your powerful sperm, wiggling their way up my vagina, looking for that egg. Even as we speak, right now, you could be making me pregnant! That would be the ultimate demonstration of your love, and cement your total domination of your helpless little sister. She needs your hot sperm to fill her cunt and overflow out into a yummy cream pie.”

She drifted deeper into her fantasy. “Mmmm. Wouldn’t that be lovely? I’d go to school and tell all my friends, ‘See my growing belly? That’s ‘cos my brother knocked me up. Yep, my brother! His seed is so fertile that he’ll knock you up too just by looking at you!'”

She seemed to be talking to herself more than to her brother. She was completely exhausted but so excited by these thoughts that her body started squirming around on the bed.

He said, “Sis, don’t talk like that. Pregnancy stuff. Promise me you won’t get pregnant, okay? I’m only eighteen, for crying out loud, and that’s no age to have a kid. I don’t want to get you pregnant for years! Got that?”

She suddenly opened her eyes and stared directly into his with great anticipation. “Did I hear you right? You want me to have your baby? Oh, Alan! Brother! How happy can you make a sister?!”

She kissed him hotly on the mouth over and over. This in fact was the first kiss they’d shared in their so-called “goodnight kiss.”

He could hardly breathe, his sister was kissing him so intensely. Her hands wandered all over his body as well, as if she wanted to touch him everywhere at once. But his penis was finally and obviously down for the count, so she refrained from touching him there.

When her ravishing kisses slowed down and he had a chance to speak, he said, “Sis, hold your horses. Maybe! Maybe! If anyone were to have my kids, I would want it to be you and Aims.”

But that didn’t dampen her enthusiasm at all. She immediately cut in, “God, that would be so cool! I could definitely get into that. Imagine BOTH of us waddling down the halls at school hand in hand. The other girls would be soooo jealous! Hee!”

“No, no school halls. I’m talking about years away. Years! I’m so overwhelmed right now that I don’t know what the future holds even next week. If I have a kid at this point, I’m going to totally flip out. So please be easy on me. Even this footjob, I really shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing. But how can I say no to things that feel so fantastic? Oh! And don’t say anything about this to Aims, okay?”

Katherine seemed little bothered or deterred by that. She nodded while frowning, “Brother. I AM going to have your baby. I don’t care if it’s ten years from now. I just know that deep in my heart – and deep in my womb! Oh yes! I can feel it in my womb. I know we’re going to have children. I can almost feel the sperm slithering around inside me now, potent and fertile, marking me. Claiming me. Taking me. Filling me. Deeply. Completely!”

She hugged him tightly and French kissed him again. Her pregnancy passion was channeled into her tongue duel with him.

When the kiss broke, he said, “Hold on, Sis. I’m not making any promises. I’m just talking about ‘what if’ scenarios. Don’t get too excited. We’re talking years away. Years! How many times do I have to say that?”

He meant it too. He couldn’t even imagine being a father before finishing high school. It would be a problem for college as well.

She kissed him again on the lips, but it was more loving than passionate this time. “I know. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Waiting is smart. But it makes me so happy to know that you love me so much that you’d stuff your hot, creamy cum up my steaming twat and give me a baby. I dream of the days when you’ll keep me filled up with your baby-making seed each and every day. I promise I won’t mention it in the future because I know it freaks you out, but inside the thought will warm me. Well, I won’t mention it MUCH, anyways.” She winked.

He groaned, but he was happy.

“Goodnight, Big Steel Girder Brother. Your number one fuck-toy loves you.”

She slid down his body and started to lick his penis and balls clean. The long day of fucking insured that his dick was still down for the night despite the renewed attentions and pregnancy talk. But it was wet, covered with their combined juices, and she didn’t want all that cum to go to waste.

She said only half-jokingly, “If I don’t do this, Mom’ll kill me.”

She didn’t so much lick him as she smeared his seed all over her face. But she managed to get his penis mostly clean, licking his flaccidness until it was practically shining.

Then she got started on his balls. She didn’t just clean them, but suckled them and rolled them around in her mouth from time to time, maintaining a nice erotic buzz for him.

He closed his eyes and started to drift into a dreamy half sleep state. But he was still awake enough to ask, “Why do you do this to me? This is so far beyond cleaning.”

She tried to speak with his left nut in her mouth. “Doesth id nod feel good?”

“You know it does! It feels great. But that doesn’t answer my question. I’m not worthy.”

“Led usth be de judge of daad.”

She kept on gently licking and suckling his balls until she thought he was asleep. She thought with glee as she finished, Those are some well tended privates! Hee!

But as she got up, he said, “Mmmm. Thanks, Sis.” That showed he was still awake (even though he kept his eyes closed and didn’t move).

She kissed him again on the nose, got up, and turned to leave. “I just wanted to end the night with the two of my holes you enjoy using the most leaking your love juice. Tomorrow, I want to proudly prance about the house with your potent cum spilling from every hole!” She walked out as if she was walking on cloud nine.

Finally alone in the dark, he pondered his day. Wow. That was weird. Footjobs and pregnancy. Who’d believe that all this stuff is happening to little old me? And as for tomorrow… Another Tuesday. Oh my God, brace yourself, “young man.” Oh boy.

He drifted off to sleep with erotic visions filling his head.

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E/N: Again I am going back to hospital today, so Please don’t expect more chapters within a couple of days. Thanks for your understanding. If you could, please consider donating some money if you can, which I can use for some medical expenses. Thanks.