6 Times a Day



Alan and Amy walked up to his room still holding hands. Amy used her other hand to hold her dress up above her ass, and Alan used his other hand to cup one of her ass cheeks while they walked. He loved the sensation of Amy's big firm butt flexing under his fingers as they walked.

Amy continued to exclaim how excited she was the whole way there. As soon as they got in his room and he closed the door, she pulled her dress over her head. "Finally! Nakedness! They made me wear that 'cos they said you'd like it."

"They're smart, 'cos I did like it. I think it's a lot sexier to get undressed than start buck naked. You know, maybe because you're so full of life and youthful enthusiasm, I tend to see you as a girl. A teenager. But tonight that dress made you look like a mature woman."

Amy positively glowed at the compliment. "Cool!"

"But the important thing is that you do what you like. If you never want to wear any clothes in this house, that's fine by me."

Amy rushed up to him and kissed him on the lips. "You're so cool! Super duper double way cool boyfriend brother!" She obviously loved that idea.

Alan laughed. He decided to keep his short robe on for the moment. It made him feel like Hugh Hefner.

Suddenly, Amy turned more contemplative. "Brother? Before we start, I have a question. What's with all this submissiveness stuff that's going around? I kinda thought that was just a sexy game, like your 'bump check' games you used to play with me. But I've talked to Katherine about it and she's so SERIOUS! Same with Brenda. She's like way, way into it. And of course, there's Susan."

They both smirked at that. Nothing more needed to be said about Susan's attitudes.

"What do you think?" she asked. "Do you get off on being the 'master'? Is that what I should call you? Do you want us to be all slave-y?" She pinned her wrists behind her back and thrust her tits out in an attempt to strike a sexy "slave-y" pose.

Alan's stiff dick visibly twitched in response, but he tried to play it cool. "Aims, it's like I was saying. Do whatever you like. I know that however I interact with you it's gonna be great and we're going to have lots of loving fun." He kissed her and softly caressed her hair before continuing. "So don't feel any pressure to call me anything or act any particular way. What turns me on the most is when you're acting like you. I want to know the real Amy."

She brought her hands from behind her back and ran her fingers across his chest. "Well, that's cool, and I'll definitely do that, but what do you really like? If you like something, then I'll like it more, because it makes me happy to make you happy."

Alan sat on his bed, causing Amy to sit next to him. He pondered out loud, "Hmmm. Tough question. Obviously, it makes me happy to make you happy, too, but that's not what you're asking. I don't know about this dominance stuff. I guess I'm straddling the fence. On the one hand, yes, it's a big turn-on to have women act like my complete sex slaves. I mean, I'm so lucky to have that kind of devotion. It's incredible. But on the other hand, I really love a strong, independent woman. Like Xania, for instance."

"Xania: The Warrior Princess!" Amy joked.

"Yeah. That's a big turn-on too. I mean, do I want to see you drop everything and do nothing but serve me? No." He laced his fingers through Amy's. It felt good and reassuring simply to hold hands with her, even though she was totally nude. "I want to see you develop your artistic talent and become a great artist. And I feel kind of guilty sometimes. It's not right. We go too far, like the way Mom is practically losing touch with reality at times. Yet it's such a turn-on to dominate and bark out a command like, 'You two suck my cock together, and you rim my ass.'" He dropped his head in frustration. "It's confusing!"

Amy pondered that. "Hmmm. Sounds like you're still figuring it out. But if it helps, I'm totally open to doing whatever, whenever. If you want me to play being a slave sometime, I'd be into it. I could even try to be all dominating, if you want."

Alan smiled and kissed her again. "Aims, you're the greatest. Please don't remake yourself to please me or imitate some of the others when that's not really you; I love you just the way you are. You're just such a joy to be with and so understanding about everything."

Amy lay down on the bed next to him. "Thanks! And you know what? I'm not like, all into the slave-y thing, but I think it's good for our family. The Pact, and everything. I like that you're stepping up and taking charge." She added in an extra sultry voice, with bedroom eyes, "...Master."

A thrill ran down his spine from hearing her say that word, but he still tried to play it cool. He didn't want her to think that it meant much to him one way or another. However, he couldn't help but smile widely. "Amy, you're awesome. I love how easy-going you are."

"Yep! That's true. However, that doesn't mean I don't have my own demands."

He raised an eyebrow curiously. "No? And what might they be?"

"Well, I've been kinda hoping that I could sleep with you overnight sometimes. I mean, we're official boyfriend and girlfriend and all, even if we're siblings now, too. And we've been going out for a while. So it's not like my father can complain if I don't come home at night. Heck, I doubt he'd even notice. And it's not like Mother is going to care! Either one of my mothers, in fact. I was kind of hoping you'd ask me, now that you're starting to spend the night with Susan and Kat, but if you're not going to say something, I will!" She tossed her head defiantly, sending her hair billowing around her shoulders, but then she giggled.

Alan thought, I've never even thought about that. This just shows how thoroughly fucked I am, that the idea of sleeping overnight with my official girlfriend never occurred to me. But the problem is, and she's too naïve to realize it, that Susan and Suzanne WILL mind. So will Katherine. I can see jealousies starting to brew. I think the only way to fight that is to do things equitably.

Although it was slightly deceptive, he said, "You know Aims, that's a good idea, and I'm glad you bring it up. It's good to stand up for what you want. The reason I've been hesitating with that is that I think it's best to work out a system with everyone that everybody thinks is fair. I'll think about it some more. Please tell me if there's anything else you want."

"M'kay! There is. Two things, actually. Both related. One, I want to do something with your cock right now! It's just sitting there looking fat and juicy. And two, well... I'll wait on telling you number two."

"What? Come on, tell me."

"Nope! Later! Let's work on number one first!" Amy had been sitting next to him, but she quickly squatted over him and impaled herself on his cock with a hearty sigh of satisfaction.

"Hey!"

"What?" she giggled. "As you can see, I'm already quite wet, but we have to get Alan Junior warmed up before we can try the other hole."

Alan laughed at that. "He's plenty 'warmed up.' Still, I suppose it doesn't hurt to warm him up a bit more..." Oh man, I'd almost forgotten how small and tight a fit her pussy was! The babe of the tight holes.

Even as her entire body bounced up and down on his boner, she said, "That's the spirit! ... Geez, this feels so good! Doesn't it feel, like, just the absolute amazingest? You know, sometimes I think about doing all kinds of crazy things to get you to fuck me more, but then I think about how overwhelmed you are already."

He merely replied with a loud grunt.

She stopped talking, instead just bouncing up and down on his rod some more, doing all the work. She groaned, Susan-style, "MMMM! Gosh! Aaaah... Oh! ... YES! Mmmm..."

But then she asked, "Tell me, do you think if I acted all super-slave-y that you might want to fuck me even more?"

He thought, God, I'm not drilling her enough! She's really missing it. Why do they ALL have to be so insatiable? "Probably not, Sister. You know I've got two moms, two sisters, and other women who want me and even need me."

She kept on bouncing as she talked. "Well, can you at least fuck me once a day in my role as your official girlfriend, and then fuck me a second time as your new sister? Oh, and then fuck me once more as one of your slaves! Ha-ha!"

Another thrill ran down his spine as he heard her refer to herself as one of his slaves. He thought, Boy, they're all so needy, even in their joking. But if my "curse" in life is to always be exhausted from fucking these four kind, lovely beauties too much, then let me be cursed!

Fuuuuck, man! You'd think that a great fucking like this would be more than enough pleasure for any one man to stand, but no! She has to go start talking about all this master-slave stuff on top of it. Jesus Christ!

Of course, she doesn't really mean it. This is Amy were talking about, after all, and she's not into that kind of thing. But in a way, that makes it even MORE arousing! She's trying to get into it because she knows I'll like it. Bless your adorable heart, Aims!

He was so aroused by everything (the choice of desserts even more than the fucking) that he didn't want to get too into his thrusting and miss out on the "main event" - the anal sex. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, as her asshole was easily the tightest he'd ever encountered.

He waited until she climaxed. As usual, she did so extremely loudly.

Suddenly he pulled out. He felt it was time to tackle the anal challenge. He hoped that his penis wouldn't be too big to fit in that hole.