6 Times a Day

Sorry for the delay, as I had an emergency I couldn't post the chapters.

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'Someone' Special [ 16 / 20 ] 4K words

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Alan and Katherine headed to Susan's shower off of the house's master bedroom, because it was much larger. As Katherine turned on the water, she said, "You know, Big Lamp Post Brother, that Glory Rhymer woman sounds like one hot number."

"She is," he agreed, picking up a bar of soap. "You should see what she can do with her tongue, for starters."

"Word is she's a good surfer. She must have a pretty fit and muscular body." Katherine had her own bar of soap, and began washing Alan's back. The master bedroom bathtub was so big that they were able to sit in the middle and neither of them touched any side.

"Oh yeah, totally! She looks so hot naked. And she feels even better. And she always smells great too. Mmmm!" He turned to the fronts, so she could wash his chest while he'd have access to hers.

"Seems like she has the right attitude too."

"What's that mean?" He imagined himself playing with Glory's belly button, for some reason, and satisfied himself playing with Katherine's instead.

"She understands your natural superiority and her proper role as one of your fuck toys in your harem. Though we all know who your number one fuck toy is."

But he complained, "No, that's not true. Seriously." Then, with a smile, he corrected, "Except for the 'number one fuck toy' part."

She winked. "You, smartie, you. How is it you always know just what to say?"

Then, pulling his arms back down, she complained, "Let me take care of you only. I have an idea here." She turned off the water and grabbed a bubble bath bottle. "Sweet! Check this out: Mom has this bubble bath stuff, and it's 'vanilla sugar' flavor. Yummy!" She lathered up most of her front side, and rubbed herself all over a still-sitting Alan.

Recalling the oily adventure with Susan and Amy from the day before, she asked, "So, which do you prefer, an oily tit rub or a sudsy tit rub?"

He seriously considered that for a moment, and then answered jokingly yet honestly, "I think I'm just pro-tit rub, all around."

She began rubbing her tits against his chest, but put her whole body into it.

Everything she did was so sexy that he found his penis rising again. But he tried to remain serious and calm. "As far as what Glory was saying on the phone, that's just sexy talk at the height of passion. She's really quite independent-minded." He thought back to the near-traumatic spanking Glory gave him during the "Michelle incident."

Katherine replied, "I know what she's like, normally. After all, she teaches one of my classes too. But that was before she found herself hopelessly addicted to your cock. Believe you me, I know the feeling. I used to be fairly normal too."

She giggled. Her hefty tits and one hand continued to rub all over his sudsy front, but her other hand snaked down and began jacking him off. The bubble bath was so effective that his long erection could barely be seen in all the suds.

He commented dryly, "I was wondering how many seconds you'd take before you started washing that particular area."

She giggled, "I held out as long as I could!" As she soaped his shaft, it finally reached its full length. "Bro, Big Scuba Snorkel Brother, I get really excited hearing you refer to your harem, even if you only say it's sexy talk. You're starting to realize you have a harem, deep down, even if you deny it. Of course you deny, because you're so naturally modest, and that's one thing we love about you. But we all know better, don't we? The only question for me is, how long will it take for you to properly learn how to treat your fuck toys?"

"Properly treat? What do you mean? How would you treat them, if you were in my shoes?" He quickly corrected himself, "Assuming that I have a harem, which I don't."

She giggled. "Yeah. Right." She had switched to sliding both of her hands all over his erection while her tits continued to act like sponges on his chest. "If I were in your shoes? I'm not sure what I'd do, because I'm not naturally dominant like you. I was born to serve."

"Oh, come on. You're so not 'born to serve.' You're just having fun with all this. You're not at all like, say, Mom. She's totally into that serving kind of stuff. Whereas getting you to do something like wash the dishes is as easy as juggling eight balls in the air."

She smirked. "Juggling balls? I'll give you juggling balls." She dropped a sudsy hand down to his balls and began squeezing them in slightly painful but oh-so-pleasurable ways. "But really! God gave me this body so I could spend the rest of my life sexually serving my favorite brother, and that's a fact."

He rolled his eyes with disbelief, but secretly he was pleased.

She continued, "But if you twisted my arm, I think the first thing I'd do is line up all my bitches."

He shot her an evil eye over the use of the B-word.

"My sexual servants, I mean. I would get them all to oil up, so they were shiny and slippery. Kind of like me, right now. But oil is better than suds. I really dig that oil thing we did last night. Remember how Aims and I rubbed our oiled-up teen bodies all over you while Mom sucked you off?"

He just groaned lustily as he recalled that fun time.

She giggled. "I don't know if your brain remembers, but your cock does!" She giggled some more, because his erection was twitching and pulsing so much, as if in response to her comment.

She was glistening with remnants of the shower water running down her tanned skin. "And totally naked, of course. Then I'd have all of them get on all fours. By all of them, you'd want me, Mom, Amy, Suzanne, Glory, Brenda, Akami, and Heather, at the very least. Eight should be good for starters, though of course we all need to help bring you new, fresh cunt whenever you want it."

As she said this, she also got on all fours between his knees. She kept her mouth so close to his boner that she could breathe on it, and she certainly did. But for once she didn't devour it, since it was so thoroughly covered with the bubble bath suds. She worked on blowing the suds off when she wasn't talking. "Too bad you couldn't include Xania. She's waaaaay Alan-worthy, and so few women have the tits and ass to even begin to qualify. Am I missing anyone important?"

"No, I guess not." He was already flexing his PC muscle as much as he could to stave off a climax due to Katherine's words and actions, especially the way she was blowing air on his cockhead. The only thing helping him out was that he'd just climaxed a short time before. But he was a good sexual multitasker, and soaped any part of his sister's body within reach. He didn't like getting something without reciprocating.

He noted, "I'm surprised you include Heather though. I mean, let's face it, she can be an annoying bitch at times."

She chortled, "'Can be?' 'At times?' She IS! But in my fantasy, you have her totally tamed with your big cock, so that's not a problem. She's as meek as a lamb."

"Ah."

She continued, talking (and blowing) directly on his erection, "Anyway, you'd order all of us to line up butt to butt in a long line. Then you'd walk up and down the line behind them, as if on a military inspection, with a whip in your hand. Nobody would know what you'd do next. Or who you'd do, hee-hee. One minute you'd be fucking, say, me. The next minute you'd reach over and stick a finger up Brenda's ass. Then suddenly you'd stop and fuck Glory up the butt while spanking Akami's butt right next to her. We'd all be moaning like bitches in heat, begging to be touched in very private places or roughly taken by surprise with your manly tool... Oooh! Idea! Actually it would be better if we were all blindfolded too, so we would feel even more vulnerable."

She let him think about that for a minute. She got up and turned the shower back on. She switched it to the nozzle function and then took the nozzle in hand and began washing his crotch clean of suds. She longed for some cocksucking, and was getting annoyed at the soapy suds in her way.

He found his sister's fantasy incredibly arousing. "And then? What about the whip? I don't like whips. That's too mean."

"Oh, it wouldn't be a big, harsh whip. You can get all kinds, you know. But it would be a long one. So even while you're fucking a girl on one end of the line, you could snap the whip on the one on the far end. So you could punish anyone from anywhere."

"Punish them for what?"

"Punish them for insolence, of course. It's a never-ending problem with sex slaves, and I should know, since I'm one. We get so uppity, like demanding to be fucked when it's not our turn."

She was back on all fours now, and ready to lick. But she couldn't hold her brother's dick in place since her hands were holding her up.

Happily, he held his erection with one hand so she could punctuate her words with licks without it bouncing away. The shower water now rained down on both of them, washing more of the suds away.

He said, "But I like what you call uppity-ness. Who would want a zombie who mindlessly agreed to every command? That would get boring really fast."

"I know. I agree." Her words were coming out slowly, because she paused for a few cock licks after every single word. "That's why you'll never stop punishing us. It's a constant game to see just how much you'll let us get away with. So much fun! You'd never stop whipping us, and spanking, and fucking!" As soon as those last words left her lips, she took her brother's shaft deep in her mouth.

He listened to the sounds her slurping for a few moments, and reveled in how much pleasure she was giving him. Then he said, "You have a very strange idea of fun. So is that the end of your fantasy?" He guessed it was because of the way her mouth was now fully occupied with sucking instead of talking.

But she took his stiffness out after a few sucks, excited to elaborate on her idea. "No. Of course not. It goes on forever and ever. With your eight slaves all in a line, you could do so much!" Her eyes sparkled with desire. "Next, you give us all dildos. Big, powerful dildos, the kind with the clit stimulators too. Ass dildos, on top of it. We'd squeal in glee as you fill every possible hole with plastic cock. It's like you're fucking every single one of our holes, all at once! Then we'd all try to stay on all fours in line, but it would be too much. Soon, each and every one of us would be on the floor, writhing like an epileptic having a seizure!"

Still on all fours, she began wiggling from side to side, and front to back. She kept her mouth less than an inch from the tip of Alan's cockhead, so every breath she took aroused him more. And of course that kept her close enough to frequently lick his more sensitive spots.

She continued in a deliberately breathy voice, "You'd try to whip us into order, even whipping directly on our tits and cunts... especially that, hee-hee! But it wouldn't do much good. We're all too insolent and horny! We need a good fucking; that's why we're your slaves. Only you can fuck us like our cunts demand to be fucked and temporarily satiate our need."

She went on excitedly, panting on his cockhead, "So every now and then you'd pop out a dildo and replace it with your honest-to-God real Alan cock! The unlucky ones not chosen for special treatment would start sexually attacking each other, because it would be a sexual feeding frenzy by now. Feeding frenzy! There would be so much licking and fucking and sucking and dildo-thrusting and moaning and screaming that even the dead men in local cemeteries would get massive hard-ons. You'd fuck us all like a wild animal! And that would only be the first hour of your total control over all of us."

Alan found himself quite attracted to her fantasy, and realized it was at least remotely possible that it could come to be someday, if he wanted it. The fantasy stood out as clearly as if it existed right in front of him. He was imagined a line of butts running all around the living room. In his daydream, he fucked Katherine while fingering Suzanne's pussy on one side and Glory's anus on the other.

The idea nearly made him physically dizzy. He could almost smell the sweat and variety of pungent pussy aromas, and hear the screams and moans of many sexy women. Their voices melded into one constant hum of pure sexual need. Each pussy in the line was more gooey, slurpy, pungent, and dripping than the next. Of course the very real touch, smell, and sounds of Katherine on all fours with her mouth breathing on his boner did wonders to help spur his imagination.

He snapped back to reality, mostly, and pointed out an objection. "But Glory and Brenda aren't into that lesbian stuff."

Katherine snorted, "Brenda? Ha! Where have you been? She's totally into it, and just says otherwise. As for Glory, I don't know her well enough to say what she's like at the moment, but she will be. She's your de facto slave, after all. If it makes you feel good she'll do it, even if she's not naturally that way, and she'll love doing it because she gets off on making you happy. At least, that's how it works, speaking for myself. I totally cream just seeing your face get ecstatic."

She took his erection back in her mouth as soon as she stopped talking. She resumed happily bobbing on it.

He gamely tried to keep the conversation going. "Really? ... But come on, Sis. Let's get real here. A straight woman can't turn bi just to make someone happy."

His words were interrupted by a squeal as Katherine came hard. She came despite having no hands anywhere near her crotch, since she was up on all fours.

He peered down and around to see how much he'd made her leak, and to his surprise he saw a stream of liquid shooting from her pussy. "What's that?" he asked dumbly.

She pulled off to explain. "Silly brother. I'm a gusher. Didn't you know that? You made me so hot that I didn't even need to touch myself down there. It doesn't happen much at all, but it can happen."

He shook his head no while he still absorbed the fact that she could squirt her cum out just like a male. "No, I didn't. I guess you always had a hand or penis in the way." In fact, he only had a vague notion that women did that at all.

He covered up his cluelessness by continuing, "Anyways, I was saying. This is a nice fantasy, but totally unrealistic. None of these women would call themselves slaves except for you. Not even Mom goes that far."

"Only me? Come on! You know you're lying. I may be the most into the idea, but that's just because the ones who are most into being your slaves are the ones who know you best. I know you better than anybody so I can see what the future holds better, too. Believe me. It's filled with a long line of asses for you to fuck."

He cut in. "Wait. I want to know: why are you so into this harem vision? Why not go for an exclusive relationship like normal people?"

"I've thought about that," she conceded. "Of course I want to be your favorite in the harem, and I don't think I can completely cure myself of jealousy. But with other women, I get some massive fringe benefits. Think of all the great lesbian sex. When you get new fuck-meat, guess who else is hoping to get a taste of the new hottie? But your exploits also make me hot, somehow. It's like, my man is so potent, so virile, that it takes an entire army of improbably stacked babes just to keep him satisfied. The bottom line is, I'll have a more active and fulfilling sex life than just about any other woman in this country. And all because I'm willing to share."

"Hmmm." He thought about it, and realized it made some sense. He again considered if the sex slave idea was realistic. "Okay, maybe Mom or Amy, too, but only if you talked them into it. Aims is so easy going, she'd agree to just about anything. But a couple, like Suzanne and Heather, would totally laugh at the idea. Probably more."

She talked while lightly licking. "Don't be so sure. Anyways, you've only been working on them for a few weeks. You're still melting their minds - just give it a few more fucks. And if they don't bend all the way, pick some others. Like Janice, for instance. She told me she'd be happy to be your sex slave."

"She did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Katherine had been getting into the conversation so much that she was only intermittently licking his wet dick. But rather than resuming that, she got up, wrapped her body around him, and guided his dick into her vagina. She gave him such an intense "come hither" look that he was momentarily paralyzed and unable to react. Then, suddenly laughing, she repeated, "Did too!"

"Hey! You're fucking me!"

"No I'm not. You're fucking me. It's the male who fucks, and the woman who gets fucked. It's a very important distinction, because it shows again how you're in total control of your cum-starved, sex-crazed slave sister. And your other slaves."

"Whatever. I don't have slaves; I'm a normal high school student. We shouldn't be doing this. This is supposed to be my day off, and Mom will be home any minute." But even as he protested, his hips pushed his boner in and out as if his lower body was controlled by someone else.

Out of the blue, she bit her lip, and admitted, "Okay, maybe I made that up about Janice, but I bet she's thinking it!"

"A-ha!"

She grinned triumphantly. "A-ha yourself! I made you too horny with my little fantasy for you to stop now, and you know it. I'm so damned uppity and insolent!" She laughed gleefully.

"You are. Damn you!" But he was more focused on the fucking than on talking by now. With the shower head continuing to pour water over them, they went at each other even more frantically than they did when they fucked a short while earlier.

She was right: Alan had been powerfully aroused by her fantasy and he fucked like he only had an hour left to live.

Truth be told, he liked her fantasy better than most of his own, as he'd been too modest even in fantasies to envision lining up eight females and treating them that way. But he knew he'd be having fantasies like that from now on. He could feel his moral restraint slipping away, yet again.

The only sounds they made now were grunts and moans. They devoted all their energies to fucking.

Katherine bounced up and down on his lap as he lifted her up and then dropped her down onto his spear, over and over again.