Chapter 9: An Ordinary Thursday

-- THURSDAY, OCTOBER 30, 2008 (FOUR WEEKS LATER) --

6:44 AM

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark-haired head bobbing up and down in my lap before my heavy eyelids closed themselves. At first, I couldn’t remember who I’d gone to sleep with last night (I know: first world problems), nor was I in a particular hurry to figure it out. I was still quite sleepy and somewhat inclined to ignoring the wet, tight pleasure being lavished upon my morning wood and just nodding off back to sleep. I would readily admit I was a spoiled, spoiled man to even think about falling back to sleep rather than enjoy an expertly-crafted blowjob, but them’s the facts.

In the end, the blowjob itself was too good to let me fall back asleep. Pleasure coursed through my veins, amplifying the warm, fuzzy feelings of sleep in my mind until they became warm, fuzzy, AND horny feelings. I reached up, set my hand atop my mystery lover’s head, and pressed down ever so gently. She took the hint, took a deep breath, and then swallowed my entire dick down to the root with ease. And that little data point of information tickled the curious part of my brain, categorically eliminating both Kim and June from my impromptu game of “Guess Who?”

The room was dark – the sun wouldn’t rise and start sending light through my window shades until after 7:30am at this time of year - and only an automatic nightlight in the corner gave me enough dim illumination to see the movement of my morning fellatrix’s head. My eyes were still closed, but I managed to recall that she wasn’t blonde, which categorically eliminated Dawn and Adrienne from the list of potential identities as well.

The next time she pulled up and off to catch her breath, I reached out with both hands to hold her head and tugged downward quite forcefully while I simultaneously thrust my hips upward, since through process of elimination I had already figured out who she was. More likely, perhaps my subconscious recalled exactly which lover I’d bedded down with last night even if my conscious mind didn’t yet remember. Whatever the reason, she simply opened up her throat and accepted my thrust with aplomb, taking all eight inches to the root without breaking a sweat and then groaning in aroused excitement as I started skull-fucking the shit outta her.

Over and over and over I pumped, clenching my abs to drive my dick into the impish teenager’s esophagus. Gripping her head tight, I repeatedly rammed my rod through her throat forcing her to make “glug, glug” sounds with my forceful phallic plunges.

“Nnnnnggggghhhh...” my morning sex doll moaned as I took my pleasure from her hot little mouth. She kept her hands planted flat on the bed, maintaining her position by applying counterpressure to my hands tugging her head downward. She accepted every inch I had to give, and as I started to feel the muscle burn from trying to keep up the pace, I wondered who would give up first, her or me?

She was stubborn – I knew THAT for sure – but I had my ego as well. I hammered her over and over again, ab muscles in flames as I repeatedly sawed in and out of her throat. Still, she held on, never choking, never backing away. And as I began to tire from thrusting at a hundred percent, I stared down to find her staring straight back at me, eyes bright and confident.

It was as if she could keep this up forever. How the fuck could she even breathe?

At last, I gave up and collapsed down to the bed, my abs, butt, and leg muscles all burning. I let my hands flop backwards, but Eden remained where she was, a wide smirk now replacing the gaping O-shape of her mouth now that I was no longer skull-fucking her. She didn’t even look winded as she rolled onto one hip, with her legs folded to her left side and her right hand planted flat on the mattress. At least she didn’t feel the need to verbally gloat over winning this latest mini-challenge between us.

I may have been a natural-born Sex God, but Eden was a natural-born Sex Goddess, and I felt supremely lucky that she chose to share her talents with me.

Only now did last night’s events come to me. June and I had come home to find Eden in the living room playing with BJ, saying she didn’t want to be lonely at home. Emma had gone out on a mid-week date with her boyfriend, Marcus. Dawn was visiting Summer. And Eve was having dinner with her classmates working on a group project. Later in the evening, after we put BJ to bed, Kim and June started having a quiet conversation and Eden came to me, feeling frisky. It wasn’t difficult for my baby sister to seduce me, and twenty minutes later I was kneeling upright atop my bed while the hottie teenage vixen rode me reverse cowgirl, also upright with my meaty paws manhandling her perky titties.

Twisting her face back over her shoulder so she could hold my head while we made out like a pair of horny teenagers (and she nipped my lip with her teeth a few times), Eden growled for me to ram it into her ass. She elevated herself just enough while reaching down with both hands to spread her cheeks for me. I got my dick centered on her starfish, and she smoothly sat all the way down in a single thrust.

We fucked upright like that for a while, me cornholing the hell out of the svelte teenaged dream until she screamed in agonizing ecstasy. After I filled my baby sister’s butthole with incestuous brother-sperm, we took a shower together, which led to soaping each other up, which led to fondling each other’s private parts, which led to the flexible horny coed raising her left leg up and over my right shoulder so I could guide my prick into her tight pink pussy. I filled her up again, we cleaned off, and I thought she’d get dressed and go home. After all, it was still a school night.

But Eden didn’t put her clothes back on, even though I put on boxer shorts and pajama pants. After drying her hair as best she could with a towel, my baby sister crawled naked with me into bed and pillowed her head on my chest. I wrapped her up in my arms, holding her close, and to my surprise she started crying softly.

When I asked what was wrong, her only reply was, “I wish Emma was here.”

I felt like I could count on one hand the number of times I’d had sex with one twin but not the other. In fact, I couldn’t immediately recall the last time it had happened. Even though I was perfectly aware that my baby sisters were unique individuals with their own distinct personalities, preferences, and peculiarities, I was quite accustomed to them prompting our morally-forbidden playtime as a pair. But Emma’s developing relationship was changing all of that.

Not that I begrudged my other baby sister her right to have a relationship. Brandi had dated, Brooke had dated, and I’d never batted an eyelash. Polite society would never let me have a future with one of my own sisters (half or not), so it made no sense for me to try and prevent one of them from finding happiness. Would I have liked to keep all the toys to myself? Sure, absolutely. But not at the expense of their own wishes, desires, and quite frankly ... needs. Unless I wanted any of my four sisters to die of old-age as a lonely spinster, they all NEEDED to find permanent companionship elsewhere.

Even Eden.

Not knowing how to respond to Eden’s present despondence, I simply stroked her spine and kissed her crown. I couldn’t even truthfully say, ‘I wish she was here, too.’ If anything, I wished Emma the best of luck on her date. In the end, though, I finally muttered, “Well if it’s because you need someone to slurp out the creampie and snowball it back to you, I’m pretty sure I can get Kim or June in here.”

Eden snorted and shook her head. Then she turned to hold my cheeks and give me a sweet kiss.

And she didn’t go back to her house last night.

Now it was morning and my super-hot baby sister was still here in bed with me, still naked, and still ridiculously beautiful, with a look in her eyes that suggested she was about to mount me. So I sat back, gestured with both hands for her to come climb aboard, and conceded, “You win. Now c’mere, rugrat.”

Eden beamed with pride. She certainly was “the competitive” twin. But rather than rapidly jump into my lap, impale herself on my dick, and start humping herself on my wet fuckstick with as much power and fury as my skull-fuck had been, she pivoted forward onto all fours and crawled forward quite sedately. Like a slithery serpent seducing its prey rather than pouncing on it, she slid her way up my chest, nuzzling my chin, cheek, and nose with the tip of her nose. And then only after caressing my cheek in a rather ... intimate ... manner did she finally settle her loins over mine, reach between us to get my cock into position, and smoothly sit herself down.

What followed over the next ten minutes was perhaps the slowest we had ever had sex. My burgeoning Sex Goddess with all the natural talent in the world to fuck me within an inch of my life took her time, slowly and sedately. She undulated upon me at a measured pace, holding my head, kissing me tenderly, and making love to me with her mouth. She worked her milkmaid muscles to massage my massive cock, expertly bringing me pleasure through deliberate manipulation instead of up-and-down pumping. She also held in her own orgasm, waiting until she saw the desperation in my eyes. And only when I groaned and started spurting more incestuous brother-sperm into her sweet snatch did she smile brightly and sigh in orgasmic satisfaction.

When it was over, Eden set her forehead against mine, closed her eyes, and hummed happily. I hugged her close and briefly kissed her lips. And after I did that, she pulled back just far enough to look me in the eyes.

“I love you, Ben,” my baby sister stated quietly, irises bright and shining from only an inch away.

“I love you too,” I replied warmly.

When Eden blinked, the first tear leaked out from the corner of her eye and she started shaking her head before reaching up to wipe the traitorous teardrop away. She took a deep breath, raised her eyebrows, and gave me a harder look. “You’re not getting it. I LOVE you.”

I blinked and looked up at her in surprise. “You mean...?”

“I’m in love with my big brother.”

I winced. “Eden, you know--”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she cut me off before taking a deep breath and letting out a long exhalation. “I’m your sister, the world would never let us be together, this is just a phase, it’s really puppy-love since I’ve never been in love before and don’t really know what I’m talking about, yadda-yadda-yadda. I’ve heard it all already.”

I frowned. “Where is this coming from?”

Eden pursed her lips. “I’ve always loved you.”

I raised both eyebrows. “You’ve always been ‘in love’ with me?”

“No, of course not. Well, maybe. I ... I don’t know.” Eden sighed. “I mean, off and on over the years I’ve caught myself staring at you, thinking about how handsome you look, thinking about how badly I want your fat cock pounding so far inside me to a depth only you have ever been.”

“That’s lust.”

Eden shook her head. “I’ve caught myself daydreaming about the two of us holding hands and walking down the street like any other romantic couple. I’ve stared at you from across the room feeling butterflies in my stomach wondering if you could ever feel the same way for about five seconds before the meat tenderizer mallet comes crushing down on my heart reminding me there’s no way you could ever feel that way about me.”

“Eed...”

Eden shook her head and waved me off. “I’ve already had this conversation with the rest of our sisters. Brandi told me the world would never accept us and I had to put the idea out of my mind before it could take root. Brooke told me to let my love for you grow but acknowledge that you could never truly belong to me, and that someday I would need to find a man of my own.”

I wanted to tell her that both of her sisters were right in the sense that the world would never accept us and that she would someday need to seek permanent companionship elsewhere, and how that sort of thing started with basic dating the way Emma was now seeing Marcus. But I was only too aware that Eden had only listed two of our sisters, and I knew with absolute certainty that twin sister Emma would have an opinion on the matter as well. Probably the most important and influential one.

So I waited her out, and after a pause, Eden gathered herself and looked me in the eye again, finishing, “Emma told me I’m out of my mind for loving you, but if it’s what I feel in my heart, then that’s what I should do.”

“You ARE out of your mind.”

“Out of my mind about you.”

“I can’t be your boyfriend.”

“I know that.”

“I can’t be anybody’s boyfriend right now.”

“Well, you could if you changed your mind about one of them. But not me.”

“You’re my baby sister. EVERYBODY knows that. Your friends, my friends ... EVERYBODY.”

“I know, I know.”

“Then how can you even seriously consider--”

“I know, I know!”

She started sobbing then, big wracking sobs that shook her whole body as she set her face down on the pillow. I held her in my arms, squeezing her as if I could physically stop her shudders. But in the end, all I could do was cradle her and try my best to express my familial love for her through my arms.

Only after Eden calmed down did I stroke the back of her head and murmur apologetically, “I’m sorry.”

“No ... don’t apologize,” she sighed, her voice a bit muffled by the pillow. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and then picked her head up to look me in the eyes. I expressed my familial love again, this time with the warmth of my gaze, and she gave me a kiss every bit as tender as our previous lovemaking had just been.

I gave Eden this moment. I didn’t try to argue with her or tell her ours was a romantic relationship that could never be. She was eighteen and this could very well be the first time she’d ever been “in love”. Hell, what we’d shared minutes ago was most likely the very first time she’d ever made love as opposed to just having sex. I simply kissed her back, pouring as much of myself as I could muster into my lips. And when she finally pulled away, she gave me a teary smile.

But a moment later, she looked ready to throw up. And swallowing the bile that had crept up her throat, she grimaced, shook her head, and pivoted to dismount me.

“We should get up. It’s a school day,” she muttered as her saturated pussy pulled free of my now-limp prick, still soaking wet in our combined incestuous orgasmic juices.

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine.” Eden slipped off the bed and started hunting around for her clothes.

“You sure?”

Eden paused her search and inhaled deeply, letting her head tilt back to stare upwards towards the ceiling as she did so. When she exhaled, her chin came back down, and she wound up hanging her head. With a dismissive shrug, she replied, “No. I’m not sure. Not right now. But I’m sure I’ll be alright eventually. At least, that’s what the others keep telling me.”

Neither her words nor tone were reassuring, and I sat up in bed. “Eden, I love you. Please don’t doubt that.”

“Of course not. I know you love me.” She gave me a brave smile. “And I will ALWAYS love you.”

7:15 AM

“Hiii ... Daddy...” BJ greeted me, unprompted, at my approach. Now a few weeks past his second birthday, my son was becoming more and more independent every day.

I knelt down beside him and tousled his hair. “Morning, little man.”

BJ grinned at me, showing off his new teeth. He was up to sixteen now (cutting those last two had been HELL). But with the morning pleasantries out of the way, he returned his attention back down to his Mickey Mouse Clubhouse picture book, and I was subsequently ignored.

Kim wasn’t around - I assumed she was still getting ready for school. June, however, was ready for work and sat at the dining table, clad in a no-nonsense business suit. Her laptop was already open and she was typing away. If BJ started choking to death on a toy, she would’ve had absolutely no idea it was happening. Then again, she WAS a really good multitasker and we’d made sure not to have those sorts of toys or other objects within reach, so perhaps I was overthinking things.

Perhaps proving my point, she had glanced up immediately when Eden and I came down the stairs, darted a quick gaze over to BJ just to make sure he was alright, and then returned her attention to her laptop. Now that Eden and I approached the kitchen area, she again glanced up and offered Eden a polite, “Hello, Eden. Nice to see you this morning.”

I rolled my eyes. June never gave ME polite greetings.

“Hey, June,” Eden replied with a smile as she wrapped her arm around me and gave me a rather chaste peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you guys later.”

I frowned. “Not staying for breakfast?”

Eden shook her head. “Hadn’t planned on staying overnight. You think I want to walk into class wearing the same clothes from yesterday? Besides, my backpack is at home. I’m gonna have to hustle to make it on time.”

I squeezed my baby sister close and gave her a quick brotherly peck on the forehead. She smiled ... a little sadly ... and then turned to leave before any further emotions leaked out. Then I fixed a quick breakfast for myself knowing June and Kim would’ve already eaten – just coffee and re-heated leftovers from dinner.

Just before it was time for June and me to leave, Kim came downstairs dressed casually. Her first class wasn’t until 10am on Thursdays, so she usually stayed home with BJ until about nine. My baby mama went straight to her not-quite-a-baby-anymore, cooing in a high-pitched voice about how adorable he looked while the spoiled little brat giggled, drooled a little, and reached up to his mommy with both arms. I stared at them with a smile on my face.

June stepped alongside us and rapped the tabletop with her knuckles. “Time to go,” she stated matter-of-factly, her face impassive.

I checked the wall clock and nodded. I still had a minute to at least bring my dishes to the sink and give them a quick rinse. We usually let them stack until I’d load and run the dishwasher in the evening. And then I grabbed my laptop bag and followed June to the front door.

She had actually opened the door and started outside when I paused and said, “Hang on a sec.” Then I quickly returned back across the living room and knelt down beside my little family.

First, I kissed BJ on his forehead, earning me another toothy grin. “Be good for Mommy, alright?” I told him.

Next, I turned to my hanamuguri. Kim gave me a little smile just before I leaned in and pecked her. “Have a good day,” I told her.

She nodded silently and a little ... sadly ... if I wasn’t mistaken in reading the expression on her face. I wouldn’t have even noticed it if I hadn’t seen a nearly identical look of sadness on Eden’s face just before she left. Cocking my head to the side, I gave Kim a curious look. But her expression had once again gone back to her small smile, and I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure I hadn’t misread the sadness in the first place.

“Ben, we’re gonna miss our train,” June scolded from the doorway.

“Right, right.” I gave Kim an affectionate look, and then we left.

10:21 AM

“Mmm ... yeahhh...” June sighed in utter rapture as inch after inch of hot penis burrowed into her backdoor channel. Bent over the small conference table, with her business slacks and bikini-cut panties around her ankles, my normally hyper-focused-on-work project partner now surrendered herself completely to pleasure. She turned her cheek to the hard, unyielding wood and spread her arms out to the sides, relaxing as much as possible until my pelvic bone was pressed up snugly against her bare buttcheeks. The usual blank expression she showed to anyone and everyone had been replaced by a deep-rooted smile of satisfaction as she stared back at me, her normally emotionless eyes now blazing with naked lust. And only then did she clench her own asshole around my cock, her way of saying ‘hello’.

It had been a fairly ordinary Thursday at the office so far. After all hell had broken loose four weeks ago and the FBI had shut down JKE completely, they lifted the shutdown about seventy-two hours later over the weekend. We’d been able to return to the office the following Monday, and in the end we only lost three days of work. While losing any time before closing 4D wasn’t ideal, a three-day shutdown sure beat my two-week estimate, and Dalton, Penny, June, and I had hit the ground running. The news that the SEC had imposed a one-year sanction on JKE doing any business with U.S. companies had put an extremely high profile on our international business units, like mine. June and I had always been focused on APAC (Asia-Pacific Region), and rather than find ourselves out of a job, we found ourselves with better job security than ever.

I mean, June and I still needed to be careful about our brainstorming sessions. There wasn’t anything in the employee handbook about NOT having sex in the office (so long as neither of us was in a supervisory position over the other), but increased job security or not, we both knew that our lives would be more difficult if more of our co-workers found out what we were doing behind the closed door. Still, neither of us was about to STOP doing what we were doing, especially now that June was no longer an anal virgin and seemingly needed to feel her bunghole filled with eight inches of Big Ben dick a minimum of once a day.

We still kept clandestine work-fucks short and sweet. The inherent danger of getting caught plus the sheer naughtiness of getting her asshole plugged while bent over the conference table REALLY pushed June’s buttons. And I definitely knew how much June liked “naughty”. She liked me cornholing her hard and she liked me cornholing her rough, being unlubed and half-dressed so much the better. And she was certainly much more pleasant to work with after she’d had an orgasm or two.

Today would certainly be “two”. After getting a tight grip of her narrow hips, I pounded her hard and I pounded her fast, and she came almost immediately, gritting her teeth and groaning her climax while her inner muscles spasmed around me. But I was nowhere close to my own orgasm, so I laid down the lumber and kept on pounding, intent on getting her off again before I’d allow myself to cum.

“Ungh ... ungh ... ungh...” June moaned with each of my thrusts. I outweighed her by quite a bit and every impact compressed her lithe body against the table. She was slender and petite, built for speed on a diet full of Caesar salads, and her asshole was built much like the rest of her, with her narrow channel tightly hugging every inch of my invading meat. She moaned blissfully as she closed her eyes and savored the sensations. I could tell she was getting close to number two as she grunted, “So big ... you feel so fucking big.”

“So tight ... So hot ... You feel so good,” I grunted right back in a low voice, knowing my words would stimulate her but not carry into the next room.

“Ohmigawd ... ohmigawd...” she groaned as I laid down the lumber, really hammering her hard. At this point, I was entirely focused on getting my own rocks off. I knew with absolute certainty she’d get there as well, so there was no point in me delaying the finish.

“In or out?” I asked quietly, my standard question for whether she wanted me to bust inside her butthole or pull out so she could swallow it instead. Sometimes she wanted an anal injection, but more frequently...

“Out,” she grunted. “Make me choke on your sperm.”

Sounds good to me.

Slamming myself all the way into her, I elevated up on my tiptoes and leaned forward to let gravity help drive me in even deeper. With our two bodies pressed together as tight as humanly possible, I gyrated my hips in a counterclockwise direction, really carving my cock around the inner walls of her anal canal.

June gasped, quivered, and promptly came, gritting her teeth and gripping the edge of the conference table so hard that her knuckles turned white. Her entire body tensed, and she pivoted forward so that all of her weight was held up by the table with her feet off the floor. And I had to stop pushing forward lest I push her away from me, instead holding onto her left hip and pinning her skinny butt against my pelvis as my shaft rode out the spasms that signaled her comprehensive satisfaction.

It took about a minute for June’s body-quakes to settle down, and I kept slow-dicking her all the way through. But when she went limp beneath me like a deflated balloon, I ramped up my reaming of her constricted rectum, rapidly approaching my release.

At the last second, I pulled out and groaned. June immediately flipped around and sank to her knees, grabbing my ass while wrapping her lips around my pulsing purple prick. Her cheeks caved in while she sucked me with the force of a Dyson vacuum, and I groaned while the contents of my testicles suddenly evacuated themselves through my throbbing prick.

“Oh, DAMN...” I grunted while filling June’s hot little mouth with wave after wave of steaming semen. As she swallowed rapidly, taking every last drop straight into her gullet, it occurred to me that there was no other girl present to snowball with.

Well, Penny’s across the way.

Dream on.

Just sayin’.

For all you know, Penny doesn’t even like the taste of cum.

As it turned out, I was totally wrong about that.

11:00 AM

“Good morning, Dalton,” June greeted in an utterly monotone voice the instant the office door before her opened, her right fist still raised to knock on it.

“June! Jeez,” Dalton exclaimed in surprise as he took an abrupt step back. “Didn’t you ever learn to knock?”

“I was about to,” June explained, holding up her right fist and waggling it for emphasis. “We’re just here for our eleven o’clock meeting. It’s pure coincidence that you happened to open the door just before I did.”

Dalton looked like he didn’t quite believe her, but he didn’t verbally respond, instead merely taking a step back and waving us inside.

Penny sat in a chair at their circular conference table that was an exact copy of ours. My eyebrows popped as I realized she and Dalton had mostly likely used the conference table for much the same reason June and I did, because I had to wince, gesture just below my lower lip, and mutter softly, “Uh, Penny? You’ve got a bit of ... yeah...”

Penny’s blue eyes got BIG, and she abruptly raised her middle finger to smear the glob of semen sticking to her chin, and then used both middle and index fingers to further wipe off the evidence while jerking out of her seat and going over to her desk to grab a tissue.

“Happens to all of us,” June deadpanned. “I usually do a quick mirror check before going out.”

I shot my co-worker a look. She gave me a questioning look back as if to say, ‘What? I thought I was being helpful!’

I rolled my eyes and kept my attention on Dalton, figuring Penny would prefer we all pretend like this never happened and just move forward. “Whatcha got for 2D?” I asked.

“2D’s stock price took another hit,” he replied matter-of-factly. “They’re now down over twenty million in the last three months.”

“Sweet.”

“Not necessarily.” Dalton made a face. “2D’s precipitous drop has 4D nervous. If 2D drops much further, 4D’s going to write them off as a lost cause and back out of the deal.”

I raised both eyebrows. “Is 2D going to drop much further? What does your intel say?”

Dalton sighed. “My source has gone silent at the moment. Thinks he’s being tracked.”

I arched an eyebrow. “So we’re blind at this point?”

“Not necessarily.” Dalton shook his head. “I’ve got other contacts I can sift through. Was hoping I wouldn’t need them, but I’d certainly rather burn a few favors than lose this deal.”

June pursed her lips. “Am I the only one who thinks this is all too cloak and dagger to be comfortable with?”

“Yes, you’re the only one,” Penny stated flatly. “We aren’t doing anything wrong.”

“Legally or morally?” June’s eyes narrowed.

“Legally, for sure we’re in the clear. And there’s no room for morals in this business.”

June shook her head and wouldn’t look at Penny. “I just don’t want to go ruffling feathers after what the company just went through with the SEC.”

“Relax,” Dalton assured her. “We’re not violating Industrial Espionage law or anything like that.”