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Chapter 1260 - Chapter 1256 [3.2K words]

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1. Heather

2. Christine

3. Simone

4. Xania

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Katherine knew that their time was limited since Christine would say she had to go to bed before long. So when she saw a lull in the conversation, she jumped in, asking, "Christine. I'm really curious: how are those practice dates of yours with my brother going?"

Christine wasn't happy with that question, as she was a very private person. The fact that Amy, Alan's official girlfriend, was sitting right there on the edge of the hot tub with her feet in the water didn't help matters. She recalled how Alan had French kissed her and fondled her boobs at the pub, and blushed slightly without realizing it. "Oh, those silly little things? Yeah, they're going okay. Not much to report." She hoped to cut off the topic of conversation with that vague answer.

But Amy pressed on. "Is that all you have to say? I wanna hear the dirt!"

Christine was puzzled. "The dirt? What do you mean?"

"I mean, you know, the dirt! Like, how far did you two go? Let's hear the good stuff!" She giggled.

But Christine was alarmed that Amy was just toying with her to get her to confess, so lied, "Amy, I assure you, my intentions with Alan are purely platonic."

"Oh. Shoot." Amy looked bummed, pretending to be disappointed to hear that, even though she really didn't believe it for a second. After all, Alan had told her the basics about their kissing session.

Christine was puzzled by that reaction. She'd figured that Amy would have a claws-outstretched, "stay away from my man!" attitude, especially since Amy had

already rejected her suggestion to share Alan as co-equal girlfriends. She asked, "What do you mean?"

Amy said brightly, "Well, it's just that my boyfriend is such a great guy. And he's a GREAT lover. By the way, what's platonic mean, exactly? Does that count the time you and him got all kissy kissy at the pub?"

Christine's face turned red and she sank deeper into the water. She gasped, freaked out that Amy knew about their kissing. But then she remembered that Amy had told her in person the previous Tuesday that she knew about it. Normally, Christine had no trouble remembering something like that, but for Amy to know and be okay with it was so alien to Christine's way of thinking that the idea simply couldn't sink in.

However, she recovered quickly. "I'm not counting that, because I told you that's in the past and he and I are determined to make sure nothing like that ever happens again."

Amy seemed sad. "Awww. So that means you haven't even played with his thingy?"

Christine's eyes bugged out. "You'd be okay with that?!" Then she remembered Amy's stance on sharing him. Again, she had a very hard time comprehending that, since it made absolutely no sense to her.

"As you know, I don't mind sharing. Obviously I don't want to share him with just anybody, but you're cool. You know what I told you earlier about how I don't want him to have more than one official girlfriend, and I stick by that, but I think it would ROCK if the two of you got it on!"

Christine couldn't believe her ears. "Amy! You can't be serious. And besides, my practice dates with him are platonic from start to finish. Really, they are! Not counting,

uh, that one kissing session that one time. And you might even call that practice kissing. He's just helping me break out of my shell so I'll be ready for real dating."

Katherine thought, Practice kissing? Please! Since she'd listened in on the last practice date, she knew just how provocative the flirting had been. Is she just lying to us about her feelings for him, or is she lying to herself too?

But instead of saying anything skeptical, she joked, "Are you sure you're talking about my brother? He gets aroused if he sees two scoops of ice cream next to each other."

Amy added, "Yeah. Totally! He's insatiable! That's one reason why I have to share him. I just can't keep up. You know that pill commercial where the guy says that if you have an erection for more than four hours straight you should call a doctor? Well, if he listened to that advice, he'd be calling every single day!"

Katherine added jokingly, "Several times a day, too!"

Christine seemed shocked at that, considering Katherine was Alan's sister.

Katherine spotted her shock and explained, "Hey, it's not like I'm trying to look, but how can I not notice? It's like he's got a friggin' third leg most of the time. I'll tell you, it can be extremely awkward at times, but it's always there. Well, almost always. That's just a fact. Why should I deny it when I'm talking to you?"

"Yeah!" Amy added. "And it's soooo big! Geez, Louise! I can barely get my hands around it. Or my lips. Mmmm. Yummy." She licked her lips ostentatiously, as if she just couldn't help herself.

Christine was getting uncomfortable by this frank talking, and more than a little aroused. Her nipples were so erect they were almost painful. She sat upright on the edge of the tub with her knees up to her chest, hoping that would at least hide her nipples. "Excuse me, but how did we get on the topic of his... you know?"

"His big thingy," Amy suggested helpfully.

Christine could feel the blush, but hoped against hope that the others wouldn't notice. "Yes. But do you have to call it 'big' every time?"

"Pretty much," Amy said, grinning. "I'm just being honest. It's so big that you just gotta say BIG thingy every single time!" She held her hands in the air about two feet apart, as if she was showing that his dick was that long. "Holy cow, you should feel how that thing fills me up. Hooo boy! Talk about the most incredibly satisfying feeling of fullness. And then when he starts thrusting... WOW! I can't even explain it."

Christine's mind was already filled with the image of Alan's throbbing erection, which she could picture quite clearly since she'd seen it in all its naked glory on the beach just hours earlier. Alarmed at how aroused that memory made her, she complained, "Katherine, please! Make her stop!"

"Amy, really," Katherine chided, pretending to comply. "I know you're proud of my brother, but Christine doesn't want to hear it. She's very, well... conservative... when it comes to talking frankly about sex. And I don't want to hear about it either!"

She turned to Christine, continuing the deception, "You don't know what a drag it is to be his sister when it comes to this kind of thing. It seems like with every attractive girl I talk to these days, all I ever hear is, 'Ohmigod! Your brother completely rocked my world!' Or, 'Just sucking him off was like a religious experience!' Or, 'He touched me in places no one else had ever reached. And then he started to thrust and churn!' Yada, yada, yada. I mean, gross! That's the last thing I want to hear about! But I never hear the end of it."

Amy joked, "And I never taste the end of it! It's just too big to swallow all the way, although it sure is fun trying!"

"AMY!" Katherine pretended to scold her. "Christine, my apologies, but as you may have noticed, that filter that people have that says they shouldn't talk about sexual stuff, well, Amy doesn't seem to have one. I'm sure you've heard what she's been saying at school. But I just can't stop her."

Amy was pouty. "I'm sorry, but what's so bad about sex? I mean, it feels so good, and it doesn't hurt anybody. Why is it all secret-y?"

Christine's face was growing quite flushed. She was grateful that the lights were dim and hoped the others wouldn't notice just how aroused she was getting. She still happened to be sitting on the edge of the hot tub instead of in it, so she didn't have anywhere to hide. She'd lowered her knees, since keeping them up against her chest was so awkward. Then she tried to casually drape an arm over her tits, to hide her erect nipples that way. "Yeah, the rumors are getting pretty outrageous. But it's not like I'm conservative. I hate that word. It's just that, well, you know, there are some things you just don't talk about publicly."

"I'm sorry if I bend all those old fuddy-duddies out of shape." Amy waved her hand through the air, dismissing an imaginary crowd of fuddy-duddies. "But look. We're not in public. It's just the moon and the crickets and the three of us having a good time. I know I tend to get carried away talking about my boyfriend, and I'll stop if you want me to, but I was just thinking that it's a shame that he's out there drilling the likes of Heather who

don't deserve the relentless pounding and indescribably amazoriffically mind-blowing multiple orgasms that he gives them. Meanwhile, Christine, you're like, totally, well... Alan-less. It just doesn't seem fair."

"Well, that's how it goes sometimes," Christine said sadly. "Life isn't always fair."

Amy protested, "But why? We should make it fair. And don't give me that 'you turned him down and now he's not interested in you' stuff. I know for a fact that that's not true. In fact, sometimes I call you 'Viagra Woman'." She giggled a little bit nervously.

Worried that Amy's answer would arouse her even more, Christine started sliding from the ledge back into the hot tub. "Uh-oh. I'm afraid to ask, but why do you call me that?"

"Promise you won't get mad at me?"

"Amy, it's impossible for anyone to get mad at you. You're just too cute."

Amy giggled, making her all the cuter. "Thanks. Well, the deal is, sometimes my boyfriend gets weary. Maybe he's climaxed six, seven, eight, or even nine times already-"

"Wait! Wait just a minute. Is that in one day?!"

"Yep! Ten's the record so far," Amy confided, "but I'm working on breaking it."

Katherine thought, The amazing thing is that she's actually not exaggerating about that. God, how I love my brother!

Christine felt her jaw drop like it had just come unhinged. She looked back and forth between the two other girls, trying to imagine Amy having sex with Alan ten times in one day. "That's just not possible! Is it? I've read enough to know that if a guy can have sex, like, three or four times in a row, that's really remarkable. But... ten?!"

Amy explained, "Well, yeah, that's true, but that's like in one session. Even Alan can rarely manage four in one go. But he can do a lot in 24 hours. It starts early. Someone always has to come over in the morning to help, assuming he's not sleeping with a big-titted hottie or two already. There are perks to living next door, 'cos sometimes that morning helper is me!"

She winked and grinned, like she didn't have a jealous bone in her body. "And then he needs help during school, lunch definitely at the very least, and again just after school, and then the fun REALLY begins! You can start to see why I don't mind sharing. Geez, if

I had to do it all by myself, I think my hands, jaw, and pussy would have fallen off by now."

Christine was reeling. She was unused to talking about sex with anyone, and was repeatedly shocked by Amy's casually blunt language. But she was too interested in what Amy had to say to get her to stop. She was like someone watching a horror movie who covers up their eyes with their hands to avoid looking at the scary parts, but then peeks through their fingers because curiosity gets the best of them. She could scarcely believe what she was hearing.

She asked, "Katherine, is this true?"

"Well, obviously, it's not like I'm in the room and keeping a running tally or anything. But I'll tell ya, in these past weeks our house has become some kind of Grand Central Station for busty vixens. When I wake up, I'm always thinking, 'Which sex bomb am I going to see staggering bowlegged out of his bedroom with a dreamy smile on her face THIS morning?'"

Of course that wasn't true, even though the reality wasn't terribly far off, but she was having a lot of fun hyping her brother.

Christine stared slack-jawed. She sank deeper into the water, still afraid that the others would see the state of her nipples. She didn't know why hearing about Alan having sex with so many other women was arousing her so terribly, but it was.

Katherine continued, acting oblivious to the effects of their conversation on Christine. "Which is why Amy and I think it would be great if you could help out with his

never-ending sexual needs. He's discovered that he can charm the pants off just about any woman he meets, and I do mean that literally. And while that's great for his ego, I worry about him. How long will it take before he gets some nasty STD? Or he comes across a jealous boyfriend or even a husband? He needs to focus his considerable sexual energies on the small group of girls he really loves."

Christine could feel her engorged, extra-large clitoris start to throb. "And you're including ME in that group?!"

Amy said, "Of course, you silly willy!" She suddenly grew unusually serious and

hard-faced. "Just so long as you understand that he can have only ONE official girlfriend and there would be limits to how often you could see him. That's very important!"

Christine sat there, neck deep in the water, looking like she'd been hit by a truck. "Wow... That's... I don't know. I mean, I've been trying my best to keep my hands off him. But I have to admit I'm attracted to him..."

"A-ha!" Amy was all smiles again. She clapped her hands together in glee. "I knew it! No girl can resist my boyfriend! He's just too cute and nice and, heck, let's face it, well-hung and sexually talented!"

Christine pretended she didn't hear the "well-hung" comment.

Amy continued, "Mmmm! And if you could taste how yummy his cum is-"

Katherine cut her off, pretending to be prudish. "Please! I don't need to hear that!" Christine turned to Katherine. "What do you think?"

Katherine chimed in, "Hey, I'm rooting for you all the way. For one thing, I have to admit that I'm hoping that if you become a bigger part of Alan's life, that'll help keep Heather at bay. Did you know that she's even come over and screwed him right in his bedroom? Uck! It's bad enough that I have to deal with her every day on the cheerleading squad, but then to come home and find her there as well? No thanks! I don't want her to get her claws and fangs in him, not if I can help it!"

That got Christine's dander up. "Damn that stuck-up bitch! It gets me SO MAD when I think about her and him and, well..." Her voice faded, but her head was filled with images of Alan and Heather having sex. It greatly distressed her. She could see where Katherine was coming from, because even though she hated Heather already, she realized she'd be much more aggressive in keeping Heather away from Alan if she were having sex with him herself.

Christine wished she could sink her entire head under the water, because of what she felt compelled to say. But she plowed on and said it: "The thing is, I've been wishing that he could, well, make me a woman. I'd like that... very much."

"Cool beans!" Amy said enthusiastically, even though she was forcing herself.

Christine sighed with relief, having gotten past the hard part. She could barely believe that neither girl had ripped her head off. "But beyond that, I'm just not into sharing. I know me. I'm not like you, Amy; I'd be horribly jealous and possessive."

Amy clapped her hands again. "Oh cool! Alan's gonna pop your cherry! He's gonna love that!"

Christine thought, Speaking of cherries, my face is probably redder than the reddest cherry there is. This is beyond embarrassing! I can't handle how frank and open about sex Amy is. But she just said, "Well, I dunno. We'll see. But what about me being jealous and possessive and all that?"

Amy leaned forward in the water. "We'll cross that bridge later. His girls learn to share soon enough. The key thing is, how are you gonna get him to slip his big thingy into you?"

Katherine again pretended to be bothered, complaining, "Amy, please! Would you stop being so graphic?"

"What? 'Thingy' isn't graphic at all."

"I know, but you don't have to say 'slip his big thingy into you'. That brings up images of giant dicks pounding into tight, juicy slits. When you use vivid language like that, it pretty much forces the listener to think about

and even practically hear the squishy sounds of his thick erection sliding in and out, in and out, and the slapping of his balls against skin as he drives deeper and deeper. I mean, I can almost imagine his hot breath on my ear, not to mention his hands cupping my breasts, and that's the last thing I want on my mind! Talk about gross! Uggyyyhh!"

She made a mock gagging motion with her finger in front of her mouth while sticking out her tongue.

Christine was so aroused that her sharp intellect had been considerably dulled, if only temporarily. She didn't realize how Katherine was ramping up the use of arousing descriptions while pretending to protest them. All she knew was that she was growing uncontrollably horny, but she couldn't rush off to masturbate and get her release; she felt a responsibility as hostess to stay with her guests.

She said, "Please! Amy, Katherine's right. Your language is really getting to me. This whole conversation, it's just..." She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.

Katherine said, "Christine, believe you me, I've come across this problem lots of times - ever since my brother discovered sex and turned into some kind of super stud. I've found the only cure is just to get away from it all. Call a time out. Take a cold shower. That kind of thing. Why don't we take a break right now?"

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