Part 17: Stuck in the Middle with You

Day 39: Thursday, October 24

Chapter 1

Thursday started quite early for Alan. He was sleeping in bed when he awoke to the sensation of someone gently shaking him. "What? ... What?" he mumbled and opened his eyes.

It was pitch dark, and his sister was leaning over him, naked. Her shapely boobs dangled inches from his face.

"Is it morning already?" he whispered. Then he answered his own question with a glance at the clock next to his bed. It read one minute after midnight.

"It's Thursday already, Very Big Brother," whispered his sister very quietly, "and you know what that means! I'm now your complete cocksucking fuck toy, and today's the day we consummate our love!" She kissed him passionately on the lips, pulled back his covers, and began to fondle his rapidly rising prick.

She paused in her kiss and added, "I thought of waking you up with a blowjob, but I was worried you might be confused and yell out. And we wouldn't want that!" She planted another kiss on his mouth.

Alan reached out and fondled her tits while she was kissing him. There was no longer any reason to maintain any boundaries with his sister, except for the fear of getting caught. However, that was a huge consideration, so he felt panicky even though he couldn't stop himself from returning the kiss.

When they finally had to stop to catch their breath, he whispered urgently, "We can't do this! Mom and Ron are in bed just down the hall! What if they hear something and catch us? You're totally naked!"

She said, "So what? I'll be quiet. Really quiet. You don't know how much I've been waiting for this! I've practically been counting the seconds!"

He felt a bit bad, because he was eager too, but obviously not as eager as she was. In his defense, there were a lot of interesting sexual things happening to him lately and keeping him distracted.

He said, "I know, I know, I know. But really, we have to be smart. Mom AND Ron, just down the hall? Come on."

She agreed, in theory. "You're right; we can't do this. There's no way I'm going to get caught and lose out on all the fun. But just this one time, pleeeeaaase?! I'm so worked up for today's special treat! ... I'll tell you what. If I put your dick in my mouth, then that will stop me from talking..."

She bent her head down and fed his cock between her lips even as she said this, effectively silencing herself just as she'd suggested.

Although he'd been successfully resisting her overtures at home for the last few days, while Ron was there, he had next to no willpower left. The best he could do was a feeble protest: "Sis, what do you think you're doing?!"

Katherine thought that was so amusing that she burst into giggles, which was an interesting experience for him since more than half of his erection was between her lips at the time. Finally, she stopped giggling to mutter with her mouth full, "What doeth it wook wike, thilly?" That resulted in a new burst of giggles.

He groaned with pleasure, but also with frustration at his lack of willpower. "Okay, dumb question, I'll admit, but we're just gonna stop there, right? I mean, we don't want to ruin our first time due to fear of being too noisy, do we?"

She tried to nod in agreement, but since her head was already bobbing up and down on his rod, the nodding just looked like more bobbing.

Even so, he took her silence for agreement. "Good. To tell you the truth, there's something I want to try. What if you swing around and put your ass in my face so I can finger you down there? Would you like that?" He'd fingered both Suzanne's pussy and ass just the prior evening, so he was willing to try it on his sister too.

Katherine immediately disengaged and began repositioning herself. "You kidding? Having you eat me out would be a dream come true!"

He soon found her swampy slit just inches from his nose. "Well, I didn't say anything about eating. Let me take it one step at a time, okay? Just try your best to keep quiet. Real quiet."

He plunged his index finger into her hot gash and twisted her clit at the same time.

She wanted to yell so loudly that she'd wake everyone within shouting distance. But thankfully, although her mouth opened as wide as it could, she remembered her parents down the hall and all that came out was a quiet little yelp. Then she let out a long sigh. "Brother, watch out! Don't arouse me so much or I won't be able to help myself!"

Now he giggled. "Okay. I'll try to be bad at this." He tapped and stroked a spot on her hip far from her erogenous zones.

"Not there, you doofus!" she whispered even as she giggled back.

"You said be bad."

She let out a loud sigh. "Brothers!" she whispered with exaggerated exasperation. "Can't live with 'em; can't kill 'em. I guess I'll just have to blow you some more instead." Her lips clamped down around his cockhead again.

He didn't exactly follow that logic, but he wasn't about to argue with it. As she nibbled and licked her way up and down and all around his dick, he concentrated on her pungent pussy. He plunged two fingers in and out of her slit, trying to time it with the bobbing of her head whenever possible. But knowing that she wasn't the greatest when it came to keeping quiet, he went easy on her clit, brushing against it lightly from time to time but never pressing hard on it or giving it a good twist.

What he didn't realize was that she loved his feather-light brushes even more than the harsher treatment. But she was determined not to get caught, so she kept her purrs and moans at a very quiet level.

Since he was concerned about getting caught, he didn't struggle with all his might to delay his cum. Besides, he was too worked up to last long in any case. After about five minutes, he whispered, "Sis, I'm gonna lose it; it's coming fast! Watch out!"

She had time to pull away if she had wanted to, but instead she took him deeper. It was a struggle though, not to choke or gag as a larger than usual load of cum flooded her mouth. She had to pull back bit by bit and ended up taking the last two ropes on her cheeks and chin.

She sat up so she could look him in the eye through the darkness. She ostentatiously swept her cheeks clean with her index finger, drawing all the cum into her mouth. "Mmmm. Yummy midnight snack," she said near his ear. "I could make this a nightly habit."

"Don't you dare!" He whispered back with genuine concern. "Sure, it sounds great, but it's asking for trouble. What about Ron?"

"Ron, schmon. Like I care about what he thinks. Anyway, that didn't stop you or Aunt Suzy from having fun in the house last night when she sucked you for well over an hour straight."

"You know what we did?! Did Aunt Suzy tell you?"

Katherine rolled her eyes and sighed. "Duh! Men are so clueless. Of course! We found out from her after the fact. But we didn't need to be told. Since she was the only one of your cocksuckers around, we knew what was going to happen before it happened. And you know what Mom confessed to me?"

"What?"

"She was totally distracted throughout the entire movie, thinking about what you and Aunt Suzy were doing."

"Really?!"

Katherine just shook her head with mock disdain, acting like she was talking to an idiot. "Really. She squirmed through the whole movie, like she had to go to the bathroom. She was scared that Ron would notice something was wrong. Knowing her, I doubt she even knew what movie she was watching. What exactly did you and Auntie Va-Va-Voom end up doing, anyway? She just mentioned that she helped you without revealing any details."

"You pretty much nailed it on the head already. She basically sucked my dick for an hour and a half straight," he quietly admitted. He worried that his sister would get territorial and jealous over that.

But Katherine merely made an appreciative noise (even though she was jealous on the inside). She whispered, "I knew it! Damn. Some women get all the fun. Next time, I want to be the one who stays home with you. But until then, Very Big Brother, I promise to be good around the house, Ron or no Ron. And quiet, too."

She flashed a naughty grin. "Whenever I get too talkative, just stick your fat slab in my mouth to shut me up. And remember, after school ... I'll be waiting for you..." She got up to go.

With a quick thought to spur him, he hopped out of bed and reached the door first. He figured it was much better to have his head poke out and scan the hallway than his sister's. He took a quick peek into the hallway, to make sure the coast was clear.

Deciding it was safe, he let his sister scamper the ten or so feet to her room across the hallway. Not too surprisingly, that night they each had very graphic dreams about what they anticipated for later that day. That resulted in two sets of messy sheets.

Chapter 2

To all outward appearances, the Plummers were having a normal breakfast. Ron, Susan, Katherine, and Alan sat around the dining table eating the mashed-potato pancakes that Susan had cooked, just like a stereotypical nuclear family. With Ron there, Susan and Katherine had no choice but to dress and act just like they had before Alan's six-times-a-day diagnosis.

However, things were far from normal below the surface. Alan, Katherine, and Susan were all only partly there mentally, at best, because they were busy thinking about recent sexual events and future possibilities. Susan was the most affected. She felt like she was in an erotic daze, and it was a constant struggle to maintain her fake front.

Still, there was an awkward silence at the table, so she tried to make some small talk with husband. "Ron, tell me. What have you been doing for fun in Thailand these days?"

Ron looked at his scrambled eggs and picked at them while he replied, "Oh, not much. The pay is great, but Bangkok isn't much of a place to live. Things are actually quite boring."

Katherine asked, "Boring? I thought Bangkok has a reputation as being one of the most wild and seedy places in the whole world."

"That's true," Ron replied, "but that's just it: seedy. Who wants seedy? Not me. Given the cultural differences and everything else, there's not much that interests me. And the traffic! Good grief. The traffic is unbelievable. I swear, it takes three hours to get from one side of the city to the other. Not to mention the pollution. The hassle factor is so great that I'm likely to stay home most nights, unless there's something special going on."

Susan was glad that Katherine was asking questions, because she wasn't paying much attention. Instead, she was staring in the direction of Alan's crotch, as if she had X-ray vision that could see through the table. I wonder if Tiger's penis is erect right now. I'll bet it is! Not that he has any reason to be. It breaks my heart that I can't even help him with visual stimulation this morning. But he's young, handsome, and exceedingly virile. Chances are good his rampant member is stiff as a board anyway!

Realizing there was a long silence after Ron's answer, Susan asked him, "Have you been playing sports, at least? I remember you saying that you were playing racquetball and tennis a lot."

Ron answered, "That's true, I still do that. Luckily, there's a country club near where I live, and they have indoor and cool racquetball courts. That's key, because it's SO HOT there! You wouldn't believe it!"

Susan thought, You know what else is "SO HOT?" Watching Suzanne suck Tiger's big penis, that's what! I've seen that twice in the last two days, and it's easily the hottest thing I've ever seen! The only thing that's better is doing it myself!

Oblivious to Susan's lewd thoughts, Ron continued, "The killer is the humidity, and it never stops. I basically live like there's a raging storm outside, all year long. I move from one air conditioned building to another, and if I spend more than a few minutes outside, I end up soaking wet, just as if there was a rain storm. Except I'm soaked from sweat, not rain."

Susan thought, Mmmm! What's bad about being soaking wet with sweat? That's how I want to be, naked and sweaty from grinding myself all over my hunky son! And even better than sweat is cum! I wish my face and chest were soaking wet from my son's fertile seed, right now!

Alan asked Ron, "Isn't there anything you can do about it? Surely the locals are used to the heat."

"That's true," Ron replied. "At least for those who don't live in the upper class air conditioned world. I could try to go cold turkey and do entirely without air conditioning. Then my body would adjust to that. But that's not an option for me, because I'm forced to sit in air conditioned rooms so much as part of my job. I can never truly acclimate."

Susan thought, Speaking of going cold turkey, that's what I should do. I need to stop thinking about my son's penis all the time! It's not healthy. What would Ron think, if he could read my mind?! Oh dear. But my situation is kind of like his, because I don't have that option. Something is always popping up, and it's usually Tiger's big fat penis! If I'm not having to help out with visual stimulation, then I'm probably talking to Suzanne about something super sexy. It's like I can't escape. Worse, I don't want to escape!

Ron continued, "You have no idea how hot it gets. It's hot every single day, but sometimes a heat wave comes in and things get even worse. It's so stifling that it's nearly impossible to get anything done. Even with the air conditioning, you can't escape from the humidity. That's the killer."

Susan realized she needed to keep up appearances by taking part in the conversation. So she said, "I think I can relate to that. People don't usually think of Nebraska as a humid place, but in the summer it gets extremely hot, and then sometimes the humidity moves in too. It can get really miserable."

Ron nodded. "Imagine that, only times two. Bangkok is near the equator, and there's something about the heat of the sun there that's extra intense somehow. You can't get a tan there because you don't want to stay in the direct sunlight for more than five minutes if you can help it. It really is like an endless rainstorm, except with heat instead of rain."

Susan thought, I really wish he'd stop talking so much about heat. Whenever I think about heat these days, I think about how hot my Tiger gets me. One thing leads to another, and before I know it, it's like my body really is on fire! I have no choice but to take all my clothes off and stroke his fat cock, because I'm just that hot!

Wait. Scratch that part about stroking his fat cock. I don't HAVE to do that. It's just that I want to. And I need to watch my language. It's a "penis," not a "cock."

She sighed to herself. It's so frustrating that today is a Thursday. It's going to be such a long, long time until the next abnormality check comes around. I should have taken full advantage the day before yesterday and checked him thoroughly with my mouth! Mmmm! Yes! I would have checked him so long and so very, very thoroughly! Especially with my tongue on his sweet spot! But really, sliding my lips tightly back and forth over that spot is just as much fun! And doing both things together is the BEST!

Alan had asked Ron how much he was playing tennis lately, and Ron was answering, but Susan wasn't listening at all. Instead, she was thinking, It's such a shame. I feel such great heat and passion helping Tiger with his medical situation. Why is it I've never even felt a tenth of that with Ron? He's a good man, and a good friend. But our marriage has been so ... sexless! He's handsome and energetic, and people say I'm very beautiful. Why doesn't he ever want to have sex with me?! Suzanne must be right that he's cheating on me. Either that, or he's just sexless. I hear that can happen, and some people just have very weak libidos.

That certainly wouldn't be a problem with Tiger though! If he was my husband, I doubt we'd ever get out of bed! In fact, I'd be naked nearly all the time! Oh my! What a hot thought that is! Tiger? As my husband?! Wow! I'd be bobbing on my knees half the day! And the other half, he'd be lying on top of me, plowing into me like a maniac! I'd get to know what it really means to get fucked then! Oh my! So hot!

Wait a second. Listen to me. I can't imagine myself getting impaled by my son's huge cock, not with my husband right there. I'm soooo baaaad! What if he sees the lust in my eyes as I think about kicking my feet up in the air and screaming helplessly as I'm skewered and DRILLED by my son's fat pussy-pounder?! That's one thing I definitely CAN'T think of, because it's way too hot!

Besides, it's rather insulting to Ron, thinking about how his son is sexually superior to him in every conceivable way! A big-titted mommy like me, well, if my son wants me, carnally, and sinfully, how can I resist him?! Oh God!

She was still frequently staring in the general direction of Alan's crotch, even though the table was in the way. As a result, it looked to the others more like she was looking at the bowl of fruit which presided over the center of the table. I'll bet his big dick is stiff right now. In fact, I almost guarantee it! As opposed to sexless Ron. I can't even remember the last time I saw or felt his erect penis. Where did we go wrong? Even back in our "honeymoon phase," it was more like two good friends living together.

What's going to happen to us, to our marriage? He'll be going back to Thailand before long. That'll leave me here with Tiger's rampant member. A cock, I mean a penis, that needs constant, intimate, tender loving care! What if Suzanne is right, and it's just a matter of time before I'm one of his "personal sluts?!" I could easily see that happening until I do something to stop it. But the problem is, I don't want to stop it! Ron, help me!

But her call for help was only a fleeting thought, and the small talk about Thailand continued until the end of breakfast. She never seriously considered talking to him about her problems, or their marriage problems in general. Deep down, she didn't want to "solve" her "problems," because even with her guilt and emotional conflict, she'd never been happier in her life.

Chapter 3

Susan remained lost in her erotic thoughts. She could hardly wait until her husband left for work and her children left for school so she could get naked. And get naked she did. However, she kept her panties on, due to her ongoing period.

Oh, dear Lord, I'm so depraved, she thought as she took off her clothes, even as she looked out the front window to watch her husband drive away to work at his company's home office. Because their house was set so far back from the road, with a great amount of vegetation in between, the chance of being seen was extremely small. Still, it wasn't something that she would even have considered doing before.

By this time Susan had undressed down to just her panties. She moved away from the front window for fear that someone might see her.

As she walked towards the kitchen with her clothes in her hands, she thought, There's nothing wrong with just being naked. It's not like I'm doing anything immoral. We're all naked before the Lord anyway, right? I just need to release my urges in a private, harmless way. I don't know why, but taking off my clothes makes me feel soooo good. I really, really don't know why. Maybe it's because I imagine Tiger looking at me. What if he could see me right now; what would he do? Would he want to do nasty things to me? Like, would he want to take his magnificent, hard COCK and grab me by my long hair and pull my head down, down, down... ?

No! Don't think those thoughts, Susan. Just let your mind go blank ... Blank. Breathe deep and count to ten.

She slowly counted, breathing deeply each time.

Okay. That's better. Everything is under control. I think I'll just clean up the kitchen a bit like this. Why not? I'm home alone, so who cares?

She raised her arms above her head and stretched. Aaaaahhhh ... This feels great. I have nothing to be ashamed of about my body. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty darn good-looking. That's what people always say to me, at least. And the way that my Tiger sometimes looks at me shows that...

No. I can't think like that. I can't think of how he plays freely with my body and tells me all kinds of wonderfully kind things. He's such a charmer. If I listen to him, I'll just end up back on my knees with his big fat cockhead in my mouth. Again! I mean, er, penis head, I suppose. 'Cock' is such a nasty word. But Suzanne said that cockhead is the correct technical term. "Tiger, let me suck your cockhead. Mommy needs it in her mouth."

God, give me strength. Please, Lord, please! Someone, help me! I'm salivating too much!

She put her clothes on the kitchen counter and picked up a sponge. Maybe some house-cleaning will take my mind off the fact that my son has such an exceedingly thick and tasty cock, which belongs in my mouth. Mmmm! With my tongue flicking all over his sweet spot and my lips locked around him just below the crown, as tight as humanly possible, slipping, sliding, slipping and sliding! That's the BEST!

Then she paused. Ahhh, crap. Who am I kidding? This nakedness isn't enough. I've gotta go masturbate, like, NOW, just like I did yesterday at this time, and the day before that. I'm doing it too much! Too many times a day. It's like I've become addicted.

But just then she heard the front door open. Oh holy mother of God! Suzanne! Shit!

Susan dropped the sponge and ran frantically down the hallway and into the lower bathroom before Suzanne could see her in just her panties. How stupid of me, she thought bitterly. Suzanne is coming over earlier and earlier these days. She's not even giving me time to masturbate after the kids leave. Damn! And worse, what am I going to wear now?

She looked around the bathroom. To her great relief, she spotted the dirty clothes hamper. She fished around and found a top and skirt of hers that weren't noticeably dirty. She put them on. Then she flushed the toilet, to help explain her absence to Suzanne.

Elsewhere in the house, Suzanne walked around looking for her best friend. When Suzanne reached the kitchen she saw the pile of clothes still on the kitchen counter. Hmmm. This is odd, to say the least. Susan is normally so neat. I wonder if this was what she wore earlier. I'll have to ask Sweetie or Angel later on what their mother had on at breakfast. Hmmm. Intriguing.

Susan came out of the bathroom and entered the kitchen. "Hey, friend," she said to Suzanne as she smiled and waved.

Suzanne replied in kind as she sat down at the counter.

But Susan had a guilty look on her face - she was a horrible actress and a bad liar. Then, noticing that Suzanne had seen her pile of clothes on the counter, her guilty smile turned to open-mouthed horror. She lamely tried to cover for their presence. "Oh, what a mess. Here, let me put these away." She took the clothes and went to put them in the same hamper where she had gotten her present clothing.

As Suzanne was left alone, she thought to herself, She's acting guilty as hell about those clothes. What's going on here? Think, Suzanne, think ... Wait, I get it! She must have been naked in the kitchen when I came in. I thought I heard some running around. I must have interrupted ... what? Why was she naked in the kitchen, all alone? Doing the dishes naked, maybe? There's a sponge on the floor here. Hmmm.

Wait a minute. I know what this means. She's so fucking horny all the time now that she's naked or masturbating, or both, every chance she gets! Why, Ron only left a few minutes ago; I was watching for his car to drive away so I could arrive after he was gone. She's tearing off her clothes just as soon as she gets the chance! That gets ME so hot! Fuck! To think she was so frigid all these years; now she's like a nymphomaniac. And it's my scheme pushing her to Sweetie that's doing it. This is so great. If she has any bisexual tendencies at all, my bigger scheme to bed the whole Plummer family is really going to come true! No shit! Damn!

Suzanne was lost in reverie. She had the most blissful and joyous expression on her face, as if she'd just won the lottery. But a quizzical "Suzanne?" from Susan snapped her out of it.

Now it was Suzanne's turn to look guilty. But Suzanne was a much better actress than Susan - she covered up her true feelings within seconds. "Sorry, drifted off there for a second. I guess I'm still waking up. Still dreaming."

"I know the feeling," Susan said, perhaps a bit too truthfully. "Must have been a good dream."

"It's a great one. My favorite fantasy."

"Oh, sounds fun. What is it?" Susan asked happily. Her earlier guilt and nervousness were gone.

"I can't tell you just yet. Maybe someday. What's your favorite fantasy?"

Susan's guilt flooded back. She stammered, "I, uh, uh, I, I can't tell either." She turned away and blushed.

How cute, Suzanne thought. Talk about being able to read someone like a book. As if we don't both know exactly who she's thinking about in her fantasy. But I just love her for her cute and innocent ways like this. What an angel. To think this shy and proper woman was just standing in this same room a minute or two ago, completely naked. It beggars the imagination.

She said, "I have to apologize again for what happened on Tuesday night. I can't tell you how sorry I am that I gave Alan a handjob right there in your bedroom with you standing there. I've done some insensitive things in the past, but that one really takes the cake."

Susan interrupted, "You don't need to apologize again, and I truly mean that. You already apologized, like, four times yesterday! It's okay, I forgive you. Really."

Suzanne secretly grinned. She loved apologizing for what happened because it was a good excuse to start talking about Alan and handjobs. So she protested, "Sorry. I guess I'm repeating myself. It's just that I can't forgive myself for my rudeness. I mean, here you are, trying to get your head on straight, trying to work things out with Ron, and the LAST thing you need to see is my hands sloshing and sliding up and down your son's thick erection."

"You got that right," Susan complained.

"I mean, there you are, wearing nothing but a towel, which through no fault of your own is opening up so he can gawk at your hair-covered pussy, and what do I do? Do I say, 'Sorry, Susan. Obviously you need your privacy; I'll go now' or something to that effect? No. I actually have the gall to ask you to take off my blouse and skirt. And then, as if that isn't bad enough, I just keep jacking that big, meaty stick of his up and down, up and down, up and down. I don't know what came over me."

Suzanne illustrated what she was saying with her hands, in order to better fluster Susan. She noticed that Susan's eyes were locked on them as if Suzanne really was holding a hard dick.

Suzanne continued, "Here you are, trying to make a rational decision about whether you should help Alan with his daily orgasms and how many times a day, and I totally frazzle you like that. Honestly, I wasn't trying to influence your decision, at least on a conscious level, though God only knows how much I can use your help. That boy is simply insatiable! Of course, I spent the whole time you were at the movies last night sucking his cock - sorry, I mean his member - and I only managed to squeeze out three loads. By the time I was done I thought my jaw and my hands were going to fall right off my body, and yet three times is only half his daily target."