Part 28: Brilliant Disguise

Day 48: Saturday, November 2

Chapter 1

While Alan was napping, Amy went to the Plummer house, looking for help in shaving her pussy.

Luckily, Katherine had just come home. They met in Katherine's room. Amy stood at the door. "Hey, what'cha doin'?"

"Oh, nothing. I've got bad news though. Alan's taking a nap."

Amy frowned. "Seriously? Bummer!"

"Hey, I'd be more than happy to help you with the shaving and whatnot."

Amy's frown was replaced by a blindingly bright smile. "Really? Cool beans!" She suddenly turned shy. "Can we practice another kiss or two though?"

Katherine was all smiles too. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine, because she loved Amy like a sister, and lusted after her too.

Amy looked a bit nervous as she crossed the room for their kiss.

But before she got there, Katherine looked at her with mock-confusion. "What are you doing? I hope you don't plan on kissing me like THAT."

"Like what?"

Katherine made a sour face. "With all those icky things covering your gorgeous body. I believe most people call them ... clothes. Yuck!"

Amy's disappointment turned to joy, and she giggled along with Katherine. Her smile was so bright it practically lit up the room. "You said it, sister!" Within seconds, she had shed her clothes.

Katherine hurried to catch up and take off her own clothes. Her arousal soared as she realized she'd soon be French kissing Amy again, in the nude.

Not too many seconds later, their bodies met and their lips locked.

Perhaps influenced by Susan and her erotic noises, they repeatedly "Mmmm"-ed with pleasure as they necked passionately.

Katherine wanted her hands everywhere on Amy at once, and she was so excited she hardly knew where to put them first. When she and Amy had first kissed intimately the day before, Alan had been there, so the excuse had been that they were just kissing "to help make his thingy happy." But with Alan now not present, Katherine knew it was obvious that Amy was enjoying their kissing.

Since they'd both been nude the last time, and were already familiar with fingering each other's pussies, there wasn't much need for either of them to hold back, and they didn't.

After a few minutes of tongue dueling, Amy said, "Mmmm. This is fun!"

As Katherine cradled Amy's boobs, she replied, "Yes. Yes it is! Aims, you're my best friend. And now we can be even BETTER friends! Isn't that great?"

"Yeay! Totally!" Amy kissed her again.

Katherine still wasn't entirely sure what Amy thought about this kind of kissing, or their other sexual activities lately, or what Amy wanted to do with Alan exactly. She also wasn't sure just what to say though, because if Amy really was naïve about all this, talking frankly could make a mess of things.

She got a clue though when their next kiss ended and Amy said, "Aaaah. Nice. But I guess we should get to the shaving. Do we have to put our clothes on just to go to the bathroom?"

"Nah," Katherine replied. "I've got some towels we can wrap around ourselves. All we really have to do is pop out into the hall for a few seconds. The odds of Mom seeing us are almost nil."

"Coolio. Any chance Alan will wake up? It would be fun to kiss him too. And even do other stuff!"

"Other stuff?" Katherine asked cautiously.

"Yeah. You know. Like, with his thingy. It seems to need a lot of attention." Amy giggled.

Katherine relaxed a little bit. "Yeah, I suppose it does. Is that something you'd be interested in helping out with? And I don't just mean once or twice. His thingy has big needs, pretty much every single day!"

"Oh, TOTALLY! I'm soooo all over that! You and I, we can help him together, right? It's, like, something we can have way fun with, dont'cha think?"

Katherine checked her feelings for jealousy, but she was surprised at just how little she felt. She worried frequently about losing Alan's attention to Susan or Suzanne, but Amy seemed harmless, and just too much fun and too lovable to get upset with.

Besides, Katherine had a good feeling that she could use Amy to her advantage. She thought, Help him together? Definitely! I know I'm attractive and sexy, but I'm not some perfect voluptuous goddess like Mom or Aunt Suzy. But if Aims and I team up, even those two can't compete with that! Aims is just so easy to manipulate, it'll be like having a copy of me. With our two tongues and lips on his dick, he'll have to give even our busty moms a rain check, at least some of the time!

Katherine smiled from ear to ear. "Great idea, Aims!" Then she kissed her lips again.

Amy responded eagerly, showing off her kissing skills. But after a minute or so, she pulled back and said, "Uh-oh! How are we supposed to do this, 'cos our boobies keep getting in the way."

It was true - both girls were so endowed that they had to be attentive to even get their lips to touch. But Katherine turned that around to a positive. "That is kind of a problem. But just imagine if Alan could see us. He'd get off on watching our racks rub together, don't you think?"

Amy's eyes lit up. "Oh! TOTALLY! Let's do MORE of that! Plus, it's just fun to do even when he's not here to look!"

Soon, they were just as focused on rubbing theiI'm one of his personal cocksuckers now, his big-titted mommy slut! This is the life we live. I don't even care r tits, and especially their nipples, together as they were on the kissing. It felt fantastic, and neither of them wanted to stop.

Katherine found herself thinking, Brother's gonna love seeing this! But it also has its own reward. I'm his number one fuck toy, and I'm damn proud of that fact. But maybe Aims can kind of become my fuck toy too. Our fuck toy. Her body's so soft and squeezable and fun to play with! Also, she's so lovable and enthusiastic. She's always been a great friend, and now we're becoming lovers too. She's way into this, I can tell!

The two girls went back to the bathroom next to Katherine's room, in part so they could play with each other's pussies. There was their usual amount of "checking for bumps" and "investigating the leakage problem."

Katherine advised Amy that the leakage problem still had no answer, but that it demanded more investigation in the very near future. This was the same conclusion she'd had every single day since they'd started. They almost never stopped giggling during such "investigations."

She could tell by now that Amy had caught on to the whole "leakage problem" pretense. But still they maintained the charade, absurd as it may have been. It was more fun that way, plus it was easier than bringing certain issues out into the open. For instance, Katherine figured that Amy's position about sex with other women such as herself would evolve naturally. so asking her if she was bisexual only risked causing problems. Katherine suspected it was possible Amy didn't even know what "bisexual" meant, and that was probably for the best.

Alan had shown Katherine how to find Amy's G-spot, and then Amy was able to find Katherine's. They were both "very disturbed" to find one of the actual bumps, and spent many long minutes trying to massage their respective bumps away, to no avail. Both agreed these particular bumps would need much more "hands-on" investigation.

Again, Katherine figured Amy was wise to this, but again it didn't really matter by this point. They practiced kissing quite a lot more as well.

Before they were done, Amy also asked if she could borrow a dildo.

But Katherine said that would have to wait for another day. This asking for and denying the dildo was getting to be a daily ritual too. Katherine always said "No" because she wanted Amy to become completely dependent on her and Alan for all her sexual pleasure. So far, it appeared to be working like a charm. Amy was coming over even more often than before, always ready for pussy shaving or a "bump check."

But today Katherine wanted to do something new. She suggested she had a novel solution to their supposed "leakage problem."

She said, as they sat on the bathroom floor, pumping fingers into each other's vagina, "Aims, here we are, always checking out the same hole, but we've forgotten to check the other one! Is there also a leakage problem there? If not, why not? If you could investigate that too, maybe we could solve our problem."

"What, you mean your asshole?" Amy asked bluntly. "Yuck! That's gross. I don't want to touch that."

"I know it sounds weird, but you were just asking the other day how you could pay us back for all the help that Alan and I have given you. I don't think this is too much to ask. It's very clean. I just washed thoroughly. Just put a finger in there, after you get it lubed up with your pussy juices. It's no big deal." Katherine had been miffed that her anal fingering with Kim hadn't worked out, so she'd looked it up on the Internet and discovered the crucial importance of lubrication. She was keen to try it again, or have it tried out on her, so she could test to see if it was something she could do with Alan.

Amy still appeared wary, so Katherine volunteered, "Here, I'll put a finger in yours first. Then you'll see it's not so weird, and can even feel really good." Katherine began sawing at Amy from both sides, with two fingers in her vagina and another up her anus.

Pretty soon Amy had to admit that it felt pretty good. She finally was persuaded to stick her own finger up Katherine's butt.

It felt good, and Amy had fun poking around there. Amy had no revulsion about her asshole as long as it was completely clean, and Katherine's was. In fact, within minutes, Katherine asked Amy to replace that finger with her tongue, and Amy had no objection to even doing that.

Amy's tongue was soon contentedly probing deep into Katherine's anus as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Katherine not only liked the feeling of having a tongue up her butt, but she also liked the feeling of power in ordering Amy to do it. Although she didn't normally get off on power the way Heather did, there was something intoxicating in having someone as subservient and unquestioning as Amy stick a tongue in one's anus.

Amy washed up very thoroughly once she was done with Katherine's ass.

After more orgasms all around, Katherine admitted they appeared to be no closer to solving the "leakage problem."

But Amy suggested they continue to explore their butts in the future, just to be sure. By the end of the session, Amy exclaimed, "Mmmm. I love licking butts. I'm a butt-licker! Do you think Alan will let me lick his butt? It's fun to be naughty!"

This gave Katherine some new worries. Later, when she was alone, she wrote in her diary, as part of a longer diary entry:

I like Amy's sexy "anything goes" attitude - in theory. The problem is, she's gonna be that enthusiastic doing anything with Brother too. I don't want to have to compete with that. Is teaming up with her really such a good idea? What if he ends up spending a lot of time with her alone, time he could be spending with me instead?

No, that isn't the way to think about it. The fact is, sexual things are gonna happen between him and her in any case. Now that the ball has started rolling, there's just no way for her not to get pulled in. She's too beautiful and willing, and their feelings for each other are too strong. If it's gonna happen anyway, I need to get on top of it and control it. I may not be a master manipulator like Aunt Suzy, but when it comes to Aims, I don't have to be. I'll tell her what to do, and she'll happily say "M'kay!" like always.

Together, we will be an unbeatable team. He could actually end up spending MORE time with me, if Amy and I get really good at pleasuring his cock together. And if there's anyone I'd most want to do that with, it's lovable Aims. It'll be great!

Chapter 2

When Alan finally came downstairs, it was already five o'clock. The only thing that had motivated him to leave his room was to get a snack in the kitchen.

The afternoon continued to slip by fairly normally for Alan and everyone else. Susan announced that she was going shopping, and did so.

Suzanne wanted to stay at the Plummer house, since that's where all the sexy, fun things were happening. So she went to work on the computer in the den for a while.

As it so happened, Alan needed time to process and recover. He remained scarce for a while after his nap. He stayed in his room and read a book for class; it was about political intrigues in the Roman Empire.

That was all just as well, because everyone remaining in the house was feeling tired and listless from just too much sex.

Although the downstairs area appeared to be empty, when he entered the kitchen, Suzanne came in from the adjacent den. She flashed him a big smile and a thumbs up.

As was so often the case, his eyes went straight to her deep cleavage. Even though she was wearing a pin-striped business suit, she'd taken off her bra and blouse when she arrived at the house, leaving a tantalizing peek through just her jacket.

"What's the good news?" he asked. "Did you make a ton of money?" He asked this because Suzanne spent a lot of her time trading stocks and bonds online. She was so good at it that she didn't need a "real job," and it left her with lots of free time. Sometimes she used Susan's computer in the den for trading if she didn't feel like going back to her own house to check the markets.

But she said, "No, silly. It's the weekend, remember? The thumbs up is for you! GREAT job with your tennis win over Susan!"

"Technically, I lost, four games to three."

"True, but you won when it came to stealing her heart. Those last two games were classic!"

He narrowed his eyes. "Wait a minute. Did you talk to her about this?"

"No, not yet. I don't know where she went to exactly, but she's not here. Hmmm, I wonder where she is, now that I think about it. All I know is she's out shopping, but she didn't say what she was intending to buy."

"Then how do you know what happened?" He picked up an apple and started to cut it into slices.

"I have my ways," she said, with deliberate mysteriousness.

"Such as?"

"You wouldn't BELIEVE how much money I spend on the Psychic Friends Hotline!" But seeing that he wasn't going to let the question go, and didn't even laugh at her joke, she said, "Okay, fine. I spied on you guys. But it was for a good cause. Getting Susan to open up sexually is tough. She has so many moralistic hang-ups that breaking them all down is like a full-time job. I don't want anything to go wrong. Mad at me?"

He thought about it as he ate a slice of apple. "Nah. Not really. You're just being you, and plotting and scheming is what you do best. Your schemes always work out well in the end, even though your means are sometimes, shall we say, ethically challenged. Besides, you're so beautiful that it's impossible to get mad at you."

"That's true," she teased. She was particularly appreciative he said this when she was mostly clothed. She picked up one of the apple slices and gave it a few provocative licks before biting into it.

He asked, "So, speaking of scheming, how's the 'corruption of the innocents' plan coming along?" He kept eating the slices.

"Great, actually. What happened on the tennis court was absolutely pivotal to getting her to feel like she belongs to you."

He marveled, "Wow! Mom? Belonging to me? Woooowww!"

Suzanne smiled at that. "I was too far away to hear what was said, but I can just tell. Did you have a fun time, by the way?"

He practically stared at her bug-eyed. "Are you kidding me?! Holy cow! It was awesome! The blowjob at the end - you saw that, right? That was just the icing on the cake!"

Suzanne was all grins. "Excellent. I could tell that she had just as much fun as you did, although in a slightly different way. When you humiliate her, she really gets off on that."

"I noticed!"

"Your mom has had decades of brainwashing from a bunch of religious wackos, so just getting her to surrender fully to her blowjob lust is a battle. It's like pulling a rubber band and having it always snap back into place. But you give her so much happiness and sexual ecstasy that I think she's finally totally hooked. We'll see, though, how she is later. Her emotions are all over the map lately. I never know what mood she'll be in from one hour to the next."

"You're telling me!" he agreed emphatically. "One hour to the next? More like one minute to the next! She-"

Suzanne rested a finger across his lips, and gestured for him to be quiet.

He waited a bit while she seemed to be listening closely for something. Then he asked, quietly, "What is it?"

"That was the garage door. She's back. She'll be coming in the house in ... three ... two ... one..."

"Howdy!" Susan said, as she came into a front hallway from the garage. "Anyone home?"

Alan whispered, "Impressive. Aunt Suzy, you know us all so well, it's kind of scary."

Susan walked straight down the hall to the kitchen, carrying three very heavy shopping bags. Her face brightened when she saw Alan and Suzanne standing there. But she also got a bit abashed as she looked at Alan a second time. She obviously was reminded about what happened on the tennis court.

Suzanne recognized the names of the stores on the bags, and said, "Oooh! Clothes! What'd you buy? What'd you buy?" She took one of the bags from Susan before Susan could put the bags down on the counter.

"No!" Susan protested, once she was able to put the remaining two bags down. "That's not..."

But it was too late, because Suzanne had already pulled several items from the bags, and held them up for Alan to see. One was a very skimpy and semi-transparent nightie. The other one turned out to be an even skimpier and more insubstantial nightie. Suzanne whistled in appreciation. "Ooh la la!"

Suzanne put those back in the bag, and rifled through it some more. She told Susan, "Wow, look at this. You have enough nighties in here to outfit an entire army! Well, that is, if there were a very, very sexy army made up entirely of tall, busty, naked women."

Alan grinned, and quipped, "That's one army I wouldn't mind fighting."

Susan's face had already turned cherry red. It turned even more red when he winked at her. Somehow, she was powerfully reminded of their tennis match, and she felt such a thrill race down her spine that it nearly knocked her off her feet.

Suzanne said, "And if you add in your purchase a few hours ago of a whole bag of pineapples plus lots of pineapple juice, I'm starting to see a pattern."

Alan asked cluelessly, "Cool. I love pineapples. But why so many?"

Susan looked away, even as she unconsciously licked her lips. "Never you mind. It's, uh, good for you."

Suzanne considered explaining how Susan had discovered that pineapple and certain other fruits could help make Alan's cum taste even sweeter. Katherine had given Susan that tip that very morning, but Suzanne had already found out because, when it came to Alan's cum, news travelled fast. Suzanne had since checked out the idea on the Internet and found some evidence to support it. However, she decided against telling Alan, since she didn't want to make him too conscious about how his eating habits could affect his sex life. He didn't need any encouragement since his cum tasted great already since he'd long loved consuming sweet and fruity things.

Susan's embarrassment only got worse when Suzanne asked in a teasing, sing-song voice, "Soooo, I wonder why you bought all these sexy clothes? Who could you be trying to arouse and impress with this mountain of lingerie? Hmmm. Very mysterious!"

It was true that Susan had bought a virtual "mountain of lingerie." Normally, she lived a humble, modest lifestyle, despite her wealth. She didn't have that much clothes for herself, at least not when compared to other women in her income bracket. But she had met up with Brenda at the shopping mall, and after Brenda handed over the memory card with the nude photos on it, the two of them went shopping together. They fed off each other's sexual enthusiasm, causing Susan to buy much more than she'd ever bought before. The wealthier and more profligate Brenda actually bought even more.

Suzanne had been holding up a pair of semi-transparent panties, but Susan snatched them away and put them back in the bag. "Very funny," she grumbled.

She was so embarrassed that she was almost trembling. But she thought back to the words Alan had told her yesterday, and repeated them in her mind: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your big tits high in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed of." That helped her relax some, especially when she thrust her tits out at the same time.

She said with increased confidence, "It so happens that my old clothes just don't cut it around here anymore because of ... well, certain changes. And Suzanne, I appreciate you loaning me practically half your wardrobe, but you need your clothes back and I need some sexy clothes of my own."

Suzanne said, "Don't worry; I think it's great. I'm just razzin' ya a little bit. And it looks like you picked some really great stuff!" She held up another see-through nightie. "What do you think, Sweetie? Can you picture your mom in this?"

Alan beamed at Susan as his dick suddenly engorged. "Mom, I'm so psyched! You bought all this for me? To help me with my condition? You're so caring and sweet!" He walked over to her and gave her a big hug.

Susan was so happy that she practically floated away on a cloud of happiness. It didn't skip her attention that she felt his still-growing hard-on brush against her, and that made her even happier.

But then Suzanne frowned, and gravely told Susan, "There's just one problem."

Susan asked, "What's that?"

"It's impossible to buy this much stuff without immediately trying something on and showing it off to the man you love."

Susan's big smile returned when she realized Suzanne had just been razzing her again. "That's true," she gleefully agreed.

Suzanne dug deeper into the bag, and whistled again. "Susan, this bag is full of extra two-inchers!"

Alan asked, "What's an 'extra two-incher?'" He was still hugging Susan, since she smelled and felt so good.

Susan turned her blushing face away in embarrassment. "Never you mind about that! It's, uh, it's a girl thing." Her mind was filled with a vivid image of Alan's already long and completely turgid cock growing an extra two inches right in front of her eyes, thanks to the revealing clothes she was wearing.

Suzanne and Susan soon went upstairs, taking the bags of clothes with them. Alan was told to sit tight in the living room and eat some more fruit.

Just as they reached the edge of his hearing, he thought he heard them joking with each other about how they hoped he'd eat all the fruit in the house. I don't get it, man. Does fruit increase sexual energy or something? Weird. Oh well. Boy, I can't wait to see Mom in her new clothes!

Plus, what's great is that there's been a pattern with Mom of two steps forward and one step back. After what happened on the tennis court, I thought for sure she'd kind of withdraw at least into a semi-prudish mode for a while. But no! Not only did she not do that, she went out and bought a whole mountain of sexy clothes, and in a really short time. She must have told some sales clerk, "Give me all your lingerie in my size." Well, almost.

Maybe Aunt Suzy is right and we're at a key turning point. It'll be great if we don't have any more steps back. Here's to nothing but big steps forward from here on out! Before long, I'll be fucking Mom, Sis, Aims, and Aunt Suzy all the time! Why not? Mom's the key. If she's okay with it, anything goes!

Chapter 3

Upstairs in her room, Susan briefly explained to Suzanne that she actually had gone shopping with Brenda, and that the big secret that she was keeping was now in her possession, in the house. (Brenda had given her camera's memory card to Susan in a zip-lock bag, and Susan had carefully stored that bag in a secret place in the den as soon as she returned home.)

Naturally, that clue caused Suzanne's already great curiosity to skyrocket even higher. But Susan wouldn't say anything more. She had other more important things to do right away, but she promised they would talk about it once they had sufficient free time. She promised Suzanne that she would not be disappointed.

Susan came back downstairs all alone a couple of minutes later, click-clicking along in her four-inch high heels. She wore a highly-arousing purple nightie that looked like it was made out of material lighter than puffs of cloud.

He whistled in appreciation. "Mom, you look so hot that they'll need to put you in some kind of asbestos decontamination chamber."

She laughed. She was beaming with delight and bursting with energy, it looked like she was about to start spontaneously jumping around. She stood in the middle of the dining room, next to where Alan was sitting at the kitchen counter, providing him with a sultry, slow 360-degree twirl. Then she struck some provocative pinup-girl poses.

As she did that, he asked, "Why'd you pick that one?"

She beamed as she explained, "Suzanne said it was the hottest of a very hot bunch."

"I suspect she's right. It's great! Can I touch it? I want to test something."

"What's that?"

"I want to know if it'll set my hand on fire."

She giggled gaily. Then she turned around and thrust her ass out to within his easy reach, showing that she was ready to be touched there.

He immediately went to town on caressing her ass cheeks through the silky fabric, but he didn't stop there. He soon pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips. As they necked, he pulled her tremendous tits all the way out of her nightie and began to knead them roughly.

After a minute or two of kissing, she playfully swatted one of his groping hands and said, "You're not allowed to do that, you know. That whole area is off limits. Except for special occasions." She'd rather lamely added that exception, because it was hard to deny the fact that he was finding ways to play with her tits pretty much every day.

He sensed that she was so horny already that her resistance to breast play was paper thin. He hoped she'd give in on that if he was insistent. "You mean I can't do this?" He pulled on both nipples, briefly pulling her tits forward and into a more conical shape.

"Oh!" she gasped lustily.

"Or what about this?" He twisted both nipples aggressively.

She panted, "Please, please! No!"

He kept twisting, but asked, "You're serious? Why not? Compared to a blowjob, this is nothing."

Her hefty tits were heaving and swinging wildly as she tried to answer in a gasping, near-orgasmic voice. "If you must know ... You, you know already! My ... My tits ... Oh! Oh no! ... Too ... too ... MMMM! Yes! ... You make me too horny! UGH! No! Can't ... control myself!"

He had mercy on her, so he went back to playing with her ass cheeks, this time including her ass crack. He liked that the nightie was between them, because its silky smooth texture was fun to stroke. But then he half-kidded, half-chided, "But what did I tell you about wearing underwear?"

She'd managed to get her breathing under control once he'd let go of her hefty melons, so she said, "You told me I should never wear them except outside the house. And Mommy obeys her handsome, well-hung son. She must obey, especially when it comes to servicing and draining his big cock!" She fumbled with the button on his shorts as she said that, managing to get his fly undone.

He said sternly, "Unfortunately, a nightie is a type of underwear, isn't it? I'm afraid you're going to have to take it off immediately."

"Okay!" she answered excitedly as she slid her fingers all the way up and down his erection, like she was reconnecting with an old friend. She could have been upset at his order, since she'd just bought so much lingerie, but she could tell that he was just trying any thin excuse to get her naked again. She loved wearing her new purchase, but getting naked on her knees sounded even better to her.