6 Times a Day

Brenda was still highly conflicted about what she wanted and what she was willing to risk. She told herself that she was merely still in "information gathering" mode. She had two main goals in visiting the Plummer house for dinner. One was to impress Alan, so he would strongly desire her. To that end, she wore a very sexy dress that put a strong emphasis on showing off her deep, deep cleavage. The gap in front of her dress plunged down so far towards her belly button that she couldn't wear a bra with it. Her second goal was to find out more about him and everyone else in his group, in order to make a more educated decision on what she should ultimately do.

She knew that a certain amount of sexually suggestive activity and talk would take place, given what happened at the last poker party. She was determined not to object to any of it, but at the same time not let it unduly affect her. Most of all, she felt she couldn't give in to her lustful urges and lose control.

That was her plan; it lasted barely a minute.

Suzanne had apprised Katherine of the situation with Brenda not long before Brenda's arrival. Like Alan, Katherine knew the general strategy but wasn't told many details or given specific instructions. She just had enough time to rush upstairs and find something sexy and revealing to wear.

She was still changing when Brenda rang the doorbell. That left Suzanne to answer it. The stroganoff and pie were ready to go and keeping warm in the oven, so Suzanne had already changed into her own daringly sexy dress.

Suzanne and Brenda greeted each other with pleasant hugs and pecks on cheeks. After the front door was closed, Brenda looked around and asked, "Where are the others?"

Suzanne matter-of-factly replied, "Katherine is still getting dressed. She should be down shortly. Whereas, Susan will take longer. She's in Alan's room, sucking his cock."

Just like that, Brenda felt like her world was shattered into a thousand pieces. She knew that oral sex happened in the Plummer house daily, but to have Suzanne state it so plainly, as nearly the first thing out of her mouth, made her weak in the knees. She actually reached out and grabbed hold of Suzanne's shoulders to stay standing. "What?! What did you say?!"

Suzanne played dumb, pretending there was nothing to get shocked about. "I said that Susan is in Alan's room, sucking his cock. So she may not be down for a while. For one thing, you know how long it takes before he blows his load. She could be there a very, very long time indeed." She grinned knowingly. "But also, she's obviously not wearing any clothes, so it'll take a while for her to dress. She believes cocksucking is best done while only wearing high heels."

Brenda felt like the floor disappeared from beneath her feet and she was floating in space. It wasn't just the cocksucking talk; it was the details mentioned. She actually thought, Gaawwwd, it's so true! It IS best done wearing only high heels! She told me that repeatedly, and she's living it! He could be blasting a creamy load all over her fantastic naked body any time now! How am I supposed to stay calm, knowing that?!

Just then, Katherine came bounding down the stairs, looking and acting chipper while still wearing an extremely revealing outfit. "Hey, Brenda!"

Brenda looked up and nodded weakly. She was reeling so much that she felt dizzy.

Katherine gave Brenda a big hug, forcing Brenda to let go of Suzanne's shoulders. Then the ebullient girl pulled back and said, "Hey! Guess what? Did you hear my big news?"

Brenda was grateful for the change of topic. "No, what?"

"I'm a full-on cocksucker for my brother now! I was kind of doing it anyway, kind of a lot. So I guess it was inevitable: Mom walked in on me a couple of days ago when I was bobbing on my brother's fat cock. Naturally, she was pissed and made me stop. But then, just a few minutes later, she took over and spent a long, long time finishing him off. Because who can resist, am I right?" She giggled. "Since then, she gave into the inevitable, and now I'm allowed to serve him just as much as everyone else! Isn't that great?"

"Um, yeah." Brenda looked pole-axed, and felt that way too.

Katherine added in a chipper voice, "By the way, I love the miles of cleavage. You look totally slutty, but in a good way, if you know what I mean. I'm sure that'll help inspire Brother big-time."

"Er, uh, thanks." Brenda closed her eyes and turned her head in embarrassment. She was suddenly regretting the choice of her black dress, because it did indeed show off "miles of cleavage."

Katherine wasn't quite done. "Yep. Brother's gonna get a big, fat, stiff cock for sure. Then one of us will have to help him out. Wow, it might even be my turn next. Cool!"

Brenda nodded weakly. She decided she needed to sit down, and fast. She looked over to the living room and started stumbling in that direction.

Seeing her difficulty, Suzanne held her arm and guided her safely onto the near sofa. Then Suzanne and Katherine took seats near her.

Brenda stared wide-eyed between the two women. I thought I was ready for this visit, but I'm not! Shit! What happened to keeping cool? I just totally lost my shit the minute I stepped through the door!

And to make things worse, much, much worse, now I know what they mean with all this cocksucking talk! Last time I was here, that was just a theoretically arousing thing. I didn't know how it truly felt. Now, thanks to Susan's rousing tennis match talk complete with dildo in my mouth, I have some small taste of the erotic joy they must feel. Even as we speak, Susan has her lips wrapped around her son's cock! Her tongue is dancing on his sweet spot, like always, and her fingers are sliding up and down his massive shaft!

The worst part is the symbolism of it all! She's SERVING him, shamelessly! Naked and kneeling, like a good slut should. And he's towering over her, like he's her lord and master! "Lord and master!" Oh dear God, no! Not those words! He IS her master! And now he's Katherine's master too! His SISTER! And he's got his aunt Suzanne! Fuck, I'm going to faint! Is there nothing that can stop him?! He could come for ME next!

Brenda had to adjust how she sat, because she was already worried about leaking fluids onto the sofa. She was ruing her choice of clothes, and hoped the others didn't notice how her long nipples were standing up high.

Katherine continued, "Since then, Mom has been pretty cool. For instance, this morning before school, we basically tag-teamed him. I gave him a handjob and a footjob while Mom strutted around naked to help with the visual stimulation. Then she took over with a big ol' sloppy blowjob. I actually got to feed him his food while she blew him. Isn't that awesome?!"

Brenda muttered, "Um, yeah. Uh, congratulations." But her words didn't begin to reflect how she really felt. MY GOD! He was fed by his sister while his mother sucked him off? He's living like a king! No, like a lord! A lord and master! No, please, no! I beg you, no! No more! Too hot!

Brenda was practically swooning, even though she was sitting down.

Suzanne leaned towards her with concern. "Is there something wrong? You look a little pale."

She tried to bluff it out. "No, I'm good. Maybe I'm just... I could use a little water."

Suzanne looked to Katherine. "Could you get her some water please?"

"Sure thing." Katherine hopped up and headed to the kitchen.

Suzanne decided to take things easier on Brenda for a while. She'd had fun giving Brenda a shock right off the bat, and Katherine gave a great assist, but she didn't want Brenda to actually pass out before Alan even showed up. So she blandly said, "Anyway, that's what's new over here. What's new with you?"

Brenda was still bug-eyed. "Uh... well... How am I supposed to follow THAT?!"

To her relief, Suzanne laughed at that, and they shared a good laugh.

After that, the conversation turned to more or less normal small talk, although that was relatively speaking. For instance, after Katherine came back with the water, she asked Brenda for her reaction on her new sexual "promotion," and Brenda found herself trying to sound sympathetic. Brenda felt freaked out about it, to say the least, but she fought hard to hang on and fit in.

As the small talk continued, Brenda thought, Things SEEM normal now, on the surface. But I know that's a lie. For one thing, Susan is still upstairs, sucking Alan's cock! What I wouldn't give to see that! Hell, what I wouldn't give to BE that, to be in her place! But like Susan keeps telling me, it's a long road there. I can't allow myself to think about what Susan is doing: the panting, the gurgling, the sweat dripping down her face, the cum sliding down his cock for her to lap up every last sweet drop... I can't think about ANY of that or I'll fall apart!

Worse, they have me on a knife edge. At any moment, Suzanne or Katherine could say something super sexy and make me cry uncle! Just fall to my knees and beg for mercy! I know it's gonna happen too, because this house is like the place where all my favorite sexual fantasies happen, for real. Too sexy! Too much!

However, to her immense relief, nothing was said that rattled her. In fact, things were exceedingly normal for about ten minutes as Katherine talked extensively about school, her teachers, her friendship with Amy, and other non-sexual matters. Suzanne got out a bottle of wine and Brenda gulped a glass down straight away to help calm her nerves. Brenda started to feel like she had things under control after all.

Then Alan came downstairs with Susan hand in hand. Brenda's world flipped over again, simply because it was Alan and she had put him on such a high pedestal in her mind. Brenda had butterflies in her stomach to be so close to him again, to put it mildly. At least she was able to stand up steadily when Alan and Susan came into the living room to exchange greeting kisses and hugs.

Susan greeted Katherine, Suzanne, and then Brenda in turn with quick hugs and pecks. Then she moved back for Alan to have his turn.

Alan hugged and kissed Suzanne first. There was nothing that shocking about it, even though he French kissed her and squeezed her ass a bit. It would have been acceptable contact between husband and wife in a room full of people. But of course Alan and Suzanne were not husband and wife.

Then Alan hugged and kissed Katherine, exactly like he did Suzanne. This was much more shocking for Brenda, knowing that the two of them were brother and sister. Even though the French kiss was brief, Alan was clearly marking his sister as his, especially with the way he fondled her ass.

Brenda felt her heart would thump right out of her chest when her turn came next. He wordlessly came up to her and gave her a brief hug with his arms around her back and then a peck on each cheek. That was it. He pulled back and started talking to Suzanne about something.

Brenda was practically heartbroken. After seeing him French kiss the other two, she thought she would be getting the same treatment, but she didn't. At least she got to feel her big tits press tightly against his manly chest, but that contact was frustratingly brief. She felt cheated that she didn't even get a quick ass squeeze. The worst insult of all was that she'd worn a dress with shockingly revealing deep neckline, more daring than any dress she'd worn in public before, and he seemed to take no special interest in her daring cleavage.

Actually he did take interest, very much so. But he was trying not to show it due to Suzanne's strategy of having him play hard to get.

Brenda fretted, SHIT! What am I supposed to do?! Susan and Suzanne say he doesn't have any special interest in me, and I guess they're right. There's so much damn competition in this room. I thought I would outdo everyone with my bold outfit selection, but it looks like they've outdone me. Dammit!

After the usual suitable time, the group moved from the living room to sit around the dining room table. Susan brought out the food (baked salmon was the main course) and then said a short prayer.

All that was like any typical suburban family having dinner, except Brenda noticed that during the prayer, Susan prayed for Alan to have prolonged stimulation and frequent orgasms. Just hearing that tidbit thrilled Brenda to the tips of her toes, because it hinted how deeply this new sexual lifestyle was embedded at the Plummer house.

One other shocker for Brenda was that when the group moved from one room to the other, she noticed that Alan had a raging erection again. He wore the same kind of loose slacks as the previous time she'd seen him, as well as a similar dress shirt, so his bulge was almost comically obvious. She was flabbergasted that he was erect again so quickly after what Susan did to him upstairs. Her opinion of him as an insatiable super stud went up yet another notch.

What she didn't know was that Susan and Alan had played basically the same trick on her that Suzanne and Alan did last time. Yes, Susan really did suck him off, and for nearly half an hour too (if one included periodic strategic breaks). However, they stopped after she had a big orgasm, not him. He was willing to suffer without a climax in order to further impress Brenda. He'd had five minutes to go flaccid while Susan dressed in her room, since coming downstairs with an erection would have been a bit too much.

Brenda had been doing okay, and even enjoying the conversation. But now that she knew his dick was stiff, she was much more nervous.

However, aside from that one little trick, Alan didn't know how explicit he should be with the conversation. Since he hadn't been informed what had happened to Brenda since the last poker party, he didn't know where she stood. So he didn't steer the discussion in a sexual direction. Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were trying to follow his lead, so they didn't either. He didn't physically flirt either.

Brenda was shocked when the situation or discussion became sexual, but also felt frustrated when it didn't. She remembered her goal of trying to get Alan to desire her, so throughout the meal she tried many tricks in order to capture his attention. Since she'd long known that her huge breasts were her most attention-getting feature, she made sure to keep the conversation centered on breasts whenever possible, even if it was something non-sexual, such as back pain and other problems they caused.

As long as they were being discussed, that gave Alan a valid excuse to look at them, and her a valid excuse to touch them. Furthermore, she laughed at any joke, causing them to jiggle. She would turn her head quickly when someone else spoke, causing more jiggling. There was much jiggling indeed, since her dress showed so much cleavage that she had no choice but to go bra-less.

She had many other tricks in her arsenal. She squeezed her upper arms together, causing her orbs to bulge up and out. Since Alan was sitting across from her, she loved to lean way forward when he was talking, as if she was highly interested. She was, since it was him, but she also loved to let her tits dangle for him. Sometimes, she slumped down a little, causing her huge globes to rest on the table in an enticing manner, like two heavy boulders. She even ran her hand or a finger over the exposed skin, sometimes daring to draw a finger right down her cleavage. She even managed to bring one or both of her legs above the table edge at times. Often she would keep her eyes closed, so he would feel free to look to his heart's content.

While she was doing this, she was usually thinking sexy thoughts, often as if she was talking to him. Come on! Look at my tits some more, Alan! You know you want to. Don't you just want to FUCK these big beauties? Susan has shown me the light about blowjobs. Now, I know just how pleasurable they can be, for both of us. It must be the same for titfucks. I can't wait for your huge cock to plunder my tits too! I don't know which I want more, for you to fuck my tits or mouth! Both! Lots of both!

Due to this kind of thinking, she stared into his eyes with an unusual sexual intensity and increasing frequency, often even when other people were talking. And if she wasn't staring at his face, she frequently burned a hole through the table in her attempt to look at the bulge in his lap. She thought a lot about that too. I just know you're stiff for me right now. I know it! Are you thinking about turning me into one of your sluts? Are you imagining all the different ways you could use and control me? Because I am! Is that what's keeping you so erect?

Other times, Brenda's thoughts were more longing and wistful. For once, she stared at Susan instead of Alan and thought, I wonder what it would be like to live in Susan's shoes. Sucking Alan off during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sucking him when he drives the car. Titfucking him while he watches a movie. Trying to take a shower alone, covered in sudsy bubbles, only to end up even more covered in hot cum! Waking up in the middle of the night to find his cock half-way down her throat! I'll bet all that happens to her, daily, and MORE! She's NEVER safe! He could snap his fingers at any time, and she has to strip, kneel, suck, and serve! Wooooowww...

Look at her now, flashing him such a loving smile. She's probably thinking what she'll be doing to him the minute I'm out the door. I'll bet she's salivating already! She truly adores her son's big snake of a cock, just like a good mommy-slut should. Dammit, I can't get over the fact that she's his MOTHER! Her real life is better than the best incest fiction I've ever read. And when is he going to fuck her cunt? I'm sure that'll happen soon. She's so lucky that I can't stand it!

On the surface, all was normal with Brenda. But just under the surface, her invitation to him couldn't have been any more obvious. Yet he still didn't take advantage with any sort of flirting or innuendo in return. He was trying the "playing hard to get" strategy, but for once he was acting too aloof. He definitely noticed her come-ons, and he couldn't help but frequently stare at her big tits, because her many little tricks were impossible to ignore and his self-restraint could only go so far. But that was about all he did.

Brenda was secretly very frustrated. She felt daunted by the competition. She worried that her physical assets simply couldn't compete with the loving bonds he shared with the others at the table, given their impressive beauty too. After the delicious meal was over, she went to use the bathroom to pee, but also to check herself in the mirror and regroup.