How The Women Got Plastered and Patrick Got Busted

by Lubrican

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Chapter Nine

The next morning was just as normal as it could possibly be. I got up early. Apparently good sex, even if it's your first ever sex, is as good for you as a whole bunch of sleep. Danny was up early too, as was my mother, who was rustling up a mess of bacon and eggs. She had lots. They had planned this all nighter, unknown to me.

My Aunt Christy, who probably still had my spunk soaking into her womb, came downstairs dressed in the clothes she'd worn over. She went over to Danny and sat down on his lap, straddling him. She kissed him so long that I was afraid both of them would fall over unconscious. She also rubbed her spermy pussy against his crotch, until my mother scolded her for acting pornographic in front of me.

"He's a big boy," said Christy, not looking at me. "You said so yourself."

"There are things he can learn later," said my mother.

Christy turned her head and winked at me. Damned if I didn't start getting stiff.

Grandma was next. She said she left Tabby whining about having to get up so early. Randi was close behind her. She'd taken a shower and was ready to go out somewhere.

When Aunt Vanessa came in, I was afraid it would all go to shit. She was obviously embarrassed, and obviously nervous. She was jumpy too. I turned around to see who was coming in, and knocked my knife off the table. She actually jumped.

Aunt Christy climbed off of Danny, and went to her sister, who flinched, slightly. All Christy did was hug her and tell her she loved her. Vanessa broke down and was crying and saying thank you and all that stuff. My mother turned around and looked like she was seeing a three antlered moose or something. Randi was pretty interested too.

"What in the world is wrong with you two?" asked their other sister.

"They're making up," said Grandma, munching on a piece of bacon. "Anybody could see that."

"Did you two start fighting again?" asked my mother, rolling her eyes. "I thought you grew out of that!"

Aunt Vanessa finally sat down. She looked a lot happier, even if she blushed every time she so much as glanced at Danny. He ignored her completely. Christy came and sat down beside me. She draped an arm over my shoulders.

"So, are you going to order the casting kits?"

I nodded, trying to act normal. "I'll have to mow a bunch of lawns to get that much money," I said.

"If I get to keep the mold after you're done with it," she said, "I'll pay for mine."

"What would you do with a mold of your breasts?" asked my mother, chuckling.

Aunt Christy cupped her breasts and looked down at them. "They won't always look like this," she said. She bobbed them up and down. "Someday I'll have to use that mold to remind Danny of what I used to look like."

My mother's mouth dropped open.

"What in the world has gotten into you? Have you started some new medication I don't know about? You're acting very strangely, Christy!"

"Maybe I'm just tired of being plain old steady-as-she-goes Christy," said my aunt. "Maybe I want life to be a little more interesting. Maybe I'll hang my boobs on the wall, for visitors to look at when they come over."

My mother actually came over and tried to feel Christy's forehead. Christy leaned away from her.

"I'm fine," she said.

My mom looked at Danny, who just grinned and shrugged.

Tabby finally made an entrance. She was still in her sleep shirt, and had on fuzzy slippers that looked like tiger faces.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Your aunt is losing her mind," said my mother.

"Really? Which one?" asked Tabby.

Aunt Vanessa swatted at her.

Then she turned to me. "I'll pay for my kit too. Same deal as Christy, okay?"

"One kit will do more than one woman," I said.

"We can do the shoulders and stomach too," said Vanessa. "That way it will be more than just boobs."

"Who says I want my flabby stomach being looked at?" grunted Grandma.

"There isn't an ounce of fat on your stomach," snorted Danny.

Mona looked at him and arched an eyebrow. "And how would you know that, young man?"

A glint came in his eye. "Pat told me, of course."

All eyes in the room turned to me. I heard the intake of breath by six women, who were about to scream at me.

"Lie!" I shouted.

"It had better be," sniffed Mona. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

She looked at Danny again. "Have you been peeking in my windows again?"

"Again?!" came three or four female voices.

Mona grinned at Danny. "Gotcha! Let that be a lesson to you. Don't mess with age and experience."

"Yes Ma'am," said Danny politely. "And you should be careful where you wear that snappy little halter top you like to garden in."

Mona blinked. "When did you see me in that? I don't let anybody see me in that!"

Danny just smiled. "You should. You look pretty good in it, Mom."

Christy giggled. "Isn't he just adorable? I'm so glad I married him."

There was a lot more, before they broke it up and everybody left, but it isn't important to the story. Suffice it to say that everybody was in a good mood. My problem had been sorted out. Two women had gotten their fantasies fulfilled. Danny had flirted with Grandma, and everybody had said how good breakfast was, even though it was just bacon and eggs.

It seemed quiet with just the four of us there in the kitchen. We washed our dishes by hand. We had a dishwasher, but it was just a habit to do them by hand. A while back our allowances had been based on chores, and sticking dishes into a box isn't much of a chore. Our mother made us earn our allowance.

"Can I be first?" asked Tabby suddenly.

"First for what?" asked Mom.

"First with the cast thingie," said Tabby.

"Don't you think that should be up to Pat?" asked my mother.

Suddenly, I was in charge of my project again.

Tabby looked at me.

"Fine with me," I said.

She almost wiggled with happiness.

"I thought this was all embarrassing for you," said our mother.

"I'm over that," said Tabby.

"From reading the description, it sounds like you could almost do it all by yourself," said my mother.

Tabby looked shocked. If that's all she did, it would have been fine. But she spoke too.

"No! I want Pat to do it."

My mother's face went from shock, to puzzlement, to understanding.

"Come with me, Tabitha," she said firmly.

"What?"

"We're going to have a little talk."

"What about? I didn't do anything!"

"Good!" said Mom. "That's a good start."

Mom grabbed Tabby's wrist and pulled her out of the kitchen. I looked at Randi, who was trying not to smile.

"It looks like several of us are getting a crush on Pat," said Randi.

"Hey," I said. "I didn't do anything!" That wasn't exactly true, but I wasn't going to admit what I had done. Nosiree Bob!

No pun intended, there. It's just a saying.

"I want you to do my cast too," said Randi, smiling wider. "You think Mom's going to want to talk to me about that too?"

"Don't get me in trouble here," I pleaded.

"You're already in trouble, little brother," said my older sister.

"Why?" I moaned.

"You can't just get a boner for a bunch of women who love you and expect them to ignore it," she said. "Get real!" She smirked. "I'll bet you the cost of my kit that every one of them wants your help with making the cast."

"Why?" I asked.

"Didn't you read the instructions?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.

"No, I didn't have time."

She rolled her eyes. "There's a special gel, Pat. It comes with the kit. You have to rub it all over the skin, so the cast will come loose easily."

My eyes must have bugged out, because she laughed.

"That's right, sport," she giggled. "You have to rub it all over the shoulders ... and belly ... and breasts."

I suddenly knew what Mom was talking to Tabby about.

I had a pretty good feeling I was going to be next on the list.

I was next. As soon as Mom was finished with Tabby, she came looking for me. She looked confused. I expected her to lay down the law, but she didn't.

"Pat, Tabitha told me that you're the only boy she knows who thinks she's pretty."

"That's stupid," I said immediately. "I know a lot of guys who think she's cute. They can't wait until she's old enough that you'll let her date."

"Why would she tell me that?" asked my mother.

I had to be careful, here. I didn't know what Tabby had said during their "talk".

"Do you remember the day she said she didn't want to get her picture taken?" I asked.

She nodded.

"She came and talked to me that night. She was afraid I was mad at her for not doing it."

"That's ridiculous!" my mother snorted.

"I know. I told her it was okay. But she was all worked up. She wanted to know if I thought she was ugly."

A look of horror came over her face. "You didn't ... tease her," she whispered.

"Of course not," I said. "I could tell she was really bothered. She doesn't mess around with boys, like a lot of girls her age, but she was worried what some boy might think some day."

"What did you tell her?" asked my mother.

"I told her she was gorgeous, like all the other Turner women," I said.

My mother got a far away look in her eye, like she did when she was trying to remember something. "The next morning ... at breakfast ... she said she loved you."

"Yeah," I said.

"Now I understand! Up in her room she wouldn't stop crying. She said that you understood, but she wouldn't tell me what you understood. The only thing I could get out of her was that you thought she was pretty. Now I get it!"

Never pass up a chance to get some parental praise.

"Did I do okay?" I asked.

She looked at me, and the next thing I knew those wonderful breasts were crushed against me again. I was getting to like this ... a lot!

"You did wonderfully, honey," she said into my hair. "You're a good brother, and I'm proud of you."

"Well, she was pretty upset, and she's okay, most of the time," I said, like most brothers would.

She pushed me away, and looked into my face. "She wants you to help her make her cast."

"I know," I said. "I heard her."

"I can't just let you run your hands all over her breasts, Pat. She's your sister!"

"I know," I said. "I'll talk to her. I'll get her to just let me supervise, or something."

"What's happening in this family?" she sighed. "First, you get an erection for me, and it makes me feel wonderful. Now your sister wants you to fondle her or something!"

"I don't know," I said. "It's all strange for me too. Tabby usually just yells at me. All I did was say she was pretty, and she got all teary eyed on me."

"You have a lot to learn about women," said my mother, shaking her head. "Being a teenage girl is one of the hardest things on the planet. You just made it a lot easier for your sister, and that's no little thing."

"I just got lucky," I said.

Her eyes narrowed. "You just be careful how lucky you get, young man."

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