Chapter 3

My sleep is uneasy, as I ponder recent events, and upcoming changes in my life. Such as the end of school, and where I will go from there. Though probably not to university, as I've never considered myself to be very smart, and I have yet to find something that really interests me. That is, something other than girls.

And there's so many smaller questions rattling around in my head. Such as, what about Jennifer and I? Will she remain my girlfriend after school is finished, and, does she want a baby from me? And, how do I get my sister Anna to have sex with me? Preferably willingly, and without the use of a date rape drug. Though I may have to reconsider that as a final option.

Then there's the upcoming road trip with Karen, and to the school she is attending next year. Where at the very least, I hope to get some fresh college pussy. But I don't even know if I can go since I've been grounded. Unable to fly, and just like the model rockets in my collection. Which is another mystery to be solved, as I'm almost certain that something is wrong with one of them. And maybe I can get Paul to help me with that tomorrow. If I can have him over, and where I might also confide in him about what's been happening to me lately.

It's all enough to give me a headache, and my mind needs time to focus, as I open my eyes in near total darkness. As I try to recognize my surroundings, and remember where I am. Which is a common enough problem for me, as I often wake up in strange places, and in the beds of girls I hardly even know.

But not this time, as I become familiar with my own bed, sheets and pillow. As well as the smell of recent sex, which is something I know all too well. Though as I lay half awake, and naked in my own bed, I find that I have the same peculiar lapse in memory. Because no matter how hard I try, I can't remember the identity of the girl laying beside me.

My bed has a King size mattress, with lots of space to move, and lots of room for company. Such is the warm, but yet to be identified girl laying at my side. Who is as naked as me, and whose breast I'm holding in my left hand. Which at the moment, is her only distinguishable feature, and what my experience tells me is a very nice C cup. But that's still not enough to freshen my memory, as I lazily feel up much of her glorious body.

A sexy little vixen for sure, and even though I'm still tired, my cock is already hard and ready for action. But with effort, I pull myself away, and so that I may look out my window. Where I know it must be late, as I see stars in the night sky. A fact that is confirmed by the only light I see inside my room, which is that of my alarm clock. Where it stands on my night table next to the bed, and what's glowing red letters inform me that the time is just past ten.

For some reason, the alarm clock also reminds me who I'm currently sleeping with, as it was a gift from Jennifer last Christmas. Even though the girl next to me could be any one of the number of girls with whom I've shared my bed lately. And this wouldn't be the first time that I've forgotten, or called a girl by the wrong name.

Like last year when I slept with Jessie Ryan, and I accidentally called her Sally. Who is her identical twin sister, and who I had slept with the week before. Which ended any chance of having a threesome with them. But speaking of fantasies, I would be hard pressed not to remember Jennifer, and what we did earlier this evening.

I've already been up and out of bed once, to clean myself up, and because it was just too warm. Which is when I opened the window, and before I crawled back into bed with Jennifer. Who awoke, with a little prodding from me, and so we could make love again. In standard missionary position, and after I was prompted to climb on top.

We switched places when I drew near, as I pulled out of Jennifer's bald pussy, and so she could take it in her mouth. Our natural, and sure fire form of birth control. Though Jennifer said I could release inside her pussy if I wanted, as she was probably still safe, from all the dog cum floating around inside her. But even without it, Jennifer and I have taken plenty of chances lately, as she let me spunk her pussy more than once. As I have with quite a few other girls over the last year, and it wouldn't surprise me to find that I was a dad several times over by now.

Which wouldn't be a bad thing for me. Breeding the entire town, and a new generation of young sluts, who will eventually take over for their moms. All related on one side, thanks to me, but completely unaware. So that best friends might be half-sisters, and not even know it. Or if I spawned any boys, then boyfriends and girlfriends could potentially be brothers and sisters, which would leave the entire town red neck deep in Incest.

Not to mention if I still live in this one street town, and assuming I still get around, how many of my own daughters I could eventually lay beside. But that's long in the future, and a far stretch from the here and now. And as far as I know, Jennifer has no ambitions to be a mom. If only because she'd have to give up smoking, alcohol, and drugs. Tequila, and beer being particular favorites of mine. While Jennifer prefers wine coolers, and vodka shooters. Which she mixes with some of her mom's Valium, or whatever prescriptions she buys at school. Ritalin and such, as it's all easily attainable.

I've even seen Jennifer do the occasional line of coke. Though she promised me she'd stop, after she had a rather bad experience. But the two of us will share a joint together. Which is what we did this evening, before we lay down to sleep once more. With Jennifer's blonde, flowing hair in my face, as I held her tight in my arms.

Two voiced pronouncements of love, and then nothing more as we both went back to sleep. Where I quickly forgot who was even in my bed. Which should shame me, but doesn't. As I gently caress Jennifer's left shoulder and arm, and with enough pressure to deliberately wake her once more.

"Wha, what is it?"

"It's time to wake up, sleepy head."

"God, Jake, are you horny again?"

"Well, yeah. When am I not? But that's not really why I woke you."

"Why then, what time is it?"

"Late. Just after ten. We missed supper and everything, and I'm surprised that my Mom isn't home already."

"Yeah, and I was suppose to be home long ago. Even though I hate the idea of leaving you. Think your mom will let me move in?"

"No, but I think the real reason you want to move in here is for the dog."

"Well, partly."

"Well, maybe, we have enough time to play around some more. What do you think?"

"Definitely. Let's sixty-nine first, then you can lick out my bum. Okay?"

Through the open window I hear a car door slam, and Jennifer is up and moving before I can even offer her a kiss goodbye. Let alone give her the rim job she just requested. But it proves difficult for Jennifer to find her clothes in the dark. With just her panties in hand, as she fumbles to put them on, and while someone opens the front door of the house.

"Damn it, I can't see a thing, Jake, and I don't have time to put anything on."

"Not to mention, how are we going to get you out of here, and without my Mom seeing you?"

Jennifer and I take a moment to think on this, and we mutually decide that the window is the only way to go. Which is already open, and easy enough to fit through. Though slightly elevated, at about six feet above the ground. So with a quick kiss goodbye, and after tripping over the rest of her clothes, my very naked girlfriend climbs through the window and drops to terra firma below.

And apparently without injury, as Jennifer makes a mad dash for the bushes in my front yard. With her big breasts bouncing the whole way. Where she organizes, and puts on her clothing. All of which I watch from my view above, and before she high tails it down the road and out of sight. Which leaves me alone in the middle of my room, in the nude, and with the smell of sex over much of my body.

But I'm too tired to shower, and I don't really want to see, or speak to anyone else tonight. Even though I should call Paul, and see what he's been doing lately. But that's not anything really important, and as such it can wait until tomorrow.

And just like I'm suppose to confront my sister Anna. In an attempt to seduce her, or whatever it is I have to do in order to get her into bed with me. Or at least, so I promised Jennifer. And maybe I should have taken her offer to get me some Easy Lay. Or maybe a couple of shots of tequila will be enough to loosen up my sister's pants. But either way, all of that can wait until tomorrow, as I decide to forgo a shower and just head off to bed.

I always sleep naked, so at least I don't have to bother looking for my clothes. Which I know are on the floor somewhere, but go ignored, as I climb between the sheets of my bed. Where I settle in quite comfortably, as I look for the long, and undisturbed sleep that I need. And by the lack of any sounds throughout the house, I'd say that everyone else has done the same thing.

Or possibly not, as I hear a light tap on my closed bedroom door. Which is what got me into so much trouble this week already, and so I try my best to ignore it. Even through a second time, and a third. But someone sure is persistent, and a little rude, as they open my door and enter without my given permission. Who I figure must be Anna, as she closes my door, and begins to tip toe her way over to my bed.

"Pss, Jake, are you awake?"

"Anna, is that you?"

"No, it's Karen. And you sound surprised."

"Well, no, it's just I thought you were Anna."

"Oh, well, then I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"No, that doesn't matter. It's just that I have to talk to her tomorrow."

"Oh, what about?"

"Nothing, it can wait. And so what's going on? And why are you and the others so late coming home?"

"Well we won the first game easy enough. I got two goals and an assist, which was enough to send us into the semi finals. But that game went into overtime. And with only thirty seconds left to go on the clock, I scored the winning goal."

"Wow, that's cool."

"Yeah, it was really great. Though I wish you could have been there to see me play."

"Next time, I promise."

A car slowly drives by on the street outside, and in the dim light offered by its headlights, I can see that my sister is dressed for sleep. In an over sized, mid-length shirt, that ends just above her hips. Where her panties take over, for what little coverage they offer, and so I get a great view of her bare thighs and legs. What I know is her typical attire around the house, and what I'm use to seeing her walk around in.

"So, are you just on your way to bed, sis?"

"Well, that's kind of why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if I could stay with you tonight."

Karen and I use to sleep together quite often, when we were younger, and when we were much closer than we are now. Though we haven't shared a bed in several years. Not since we hit puberty, and drifted apart some. Which Mom has noticed, and commented on, as she wants to see all of her children become close again. And just like a proper, loving family.

"Sure, you can sleep with me if you want."

"Great. I'll be really quiet, I promise. In fact, you won't even know I'm here."

Karen is quick to pull back my blankets, and as she prepares to climb in. But I'm even faster, as I quickly jump out the other side, and after it dawns on me that I'm still naked. Not that I'm embarrassed, or would normally care. But I don't want my sister screaming bloody murder, if she accidentally sees something, or touches my cock. And anyway, I'm too tired to try anything with her right now. Maybe tomorrow, after I have a chance to recharge.

"It's really warm in here."

"Yeah, that's why I opened my window earlier."

"Is there a problem, Jake? You scared of me or what?"

"No, I'm not scared of you. And I'll be back in bed in a second."

"If you're looking for a shirt to put on, don't worry about it. Cause I don't care."

"No, it's not that."

"Are you, naked?"

"No, or at least, not anymore."

Karen apparently finds the situation quite amusing, as she giggles like a chipmunk, and while I search the floor for my underwear. Which I find, step into, and pull up to cover my manly parts. While my sister continues to snicker, though more softly now, as she makes herself quite at home in the center of my bed.

"You comfortable enough under there, Karen?"

"Yes thank you."

"And what's so funny?"

"It's okay, Jake, I'm not laughing at you. And I don't find it weird that you sleep naked. In fact, I usually go topless. But since I was coming in here, I figured it might be best to put a shirt on. Just in case mom comes in here in the morning."

"Yeah, well, do whatever makes you comfortable, sis. And if you want to go topless, that's fine with me, too."

"Jake, you're a pervert."

"I know that, thanks. And so why are you in here, what's wrong with your bed?"

"There's nothing wrong with my bed. It's just that Anna is asleep already, and snoring like a freight train on broken tracks."

I offer a small laugh of my own, as I reenter my bed, and as I settle down right beside my sister. Whose body feels very familiar, and reminds me a lot of Jennifer, as both girls are approximately the same size. In fact, I almost forget that this is my sister sleeping with me, and not my girlfriend, as I end up a little closer than a brother and sister really should. And more like lovers. Though it's a closeness that Karen doesn't seem to mind.

"Karen, is that one of my shirts you're wearing?"

"Yeah. Do you mind?"

"No, I guess not. But you're gonna stretch it out in the front, and I won't be able to wear it anymore."

Karen starts to laugh again, but quickly gets it under control, as she probably thinks that I'm really mad. But I actually enjoy my sister's laughter, as it reminds me of old times together. Which prompts me to be a little bad, as I run one of my hands underneath the shirt Karen has on, and so that I can tickle her vulnerable midriff. An act that causes my sister to laugh uncontrollably, as she fights to remove my hand from her stomach and side. A stomach which I notice is very soft, but tight at the same time, and probably from playing hockey all these years.

"Stop it, Jake, or I'll pee the bed."

"Well that's what you get for stealing one of my shirts."

"It's just that I started the laundry in the basement, and I took off the clothes I wore to hockey and threw them in the washer with everything else. And when I saw one of your shirts in the clean pile, I just grabbed it and put it on."

As requested, I stop tickling Karen, and allow her to breathe normally again. But I don't remove my hand from beneath her shirt, as I lay it flat against her lower stomach, and right at the top line of her panties. If only because I'm use to holding other girls in this way, and so I don't think twice about it.

"I only have the one pillow, Karen. So, if you want to get another."

"No, we can share yours. And I love this bed. There's so much room, compared to the singles that Anna and I have."

"Well, if it's room you want, just tell me and I'll move over."

"No, not at all. I like the way we are now."

I always have to be on the right side of the bed when I sleep with Jennifer, or with any other girl. And as I think back, I have a vague memory of sleeping the same way with Karen. In the same position we're in now, as we spoon tight together. With one of my arms thrown over her body at the waist, and to help hold us as one.

"Thanks, I really love this. And, I love you, Jake."

"Well, I love you, Karen."

"It's a little weird to know that you've made love to girls in this bed."

"Does it bother you?"

"No, I guess not. And don't worry, I won't tell mom that you had someone other than me in here tonight."

I'm not certain what tipped Karen off, or gave me away. Though it could be the obvious smell of sex, from mine and Jennifer's cum, and which I forgot about as I became use to it. So their's not much sense in lying, or trying to cover it up. Especially since Karen has already said that she won't tell Mom. Which makes my sister pretty cool. And even more so, as the knowledge that I just had sex in here, hasn't sent her fleeing from my bed.

"Who was it?"

"Jennifer."

"Oh god, she isn't still in here, is she? Hiding in the closet, or under the bed?"

"No, she's definitely gone."

"Thank goodness, cause that would be awkward. But, I take it this means that Jennifer forgave you for cheating on her."

"You could say that, yes."

"And what exactly does that mean?"

Karen turns slightly, as she looks back over her shoulder at me. As if she is fascinated by her big brother's sex life, and as if it holds some significance for her. Though I can't understand where her interest lays. But there's no harm in telling her the truth, and especially if it lays the foundation for something later.

"Jennifer already knew about Roxy and me before she found us together the other day. And more importantly, she's okay with it."

"So, she doesn't mind that you cheat on her with other girls?"

"Well, you can't call it cheating, if your girlfriend allows you to sleep with her friends."

"But, why? And I mean, what does Jennifer get out of it?"

"Jennifer is bisexual. Meaning she likes girls as much as guys, and, she has a sexual relationship with quite a few of her girlfriends."

My sister becomes very quiet, as she processes all of this new information about me, Jennifer, and our open lifestyle. And maybe she's having a hard time believing that it's the truth. Which actually surprises me, as most of the students in our school know that I sleep around a lot, and my sister must have been under a rock to be so far out of touch.