How The Women Got Plastered and Patrick Got Busted

by Lubrican

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Chapter Eleven

I didn't know what to do. I had just fucked my own mother, after she had made it quite clear that she didn't want that to happen ... that that couldn't happen! Her denials hadn't had Aunt Christy's game-playing flavor. She had meant it, when she said it. I knew all of that, but all I could think of was the feel of her hand, putting me in her. She'd said she loved me, and I believed that. But parents love their children when they're disappointed in their children too.

So I went and mowed Mrs. Johnson's lawn, in an attempt to stop thinking about it.

Mrs. Johnson had a neighbor I had never met, but who came out while I was mowing and asked how much I'd charge to do his lawn too. I did his after hers. That's why I was gone through lunch. When I got back, Tabby was back home. Randi had gotten in from class. My mom was dressed, and sitting in an easy chair, reading a magazine. She looked up at me as I came in.

"I wondered where you were," she said, taking in my sweat-soaked, and grass covered clothes. "Take your clothes off on the back porch, would you?"

Just like Aunt Christy, she was treating me as if nothing had happened. Of course Tabby and Randi were there too, but she didn't seem either overwrought, or mad. She was just ... Mom.

Tabby showed up to watch me get undressed.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I was tired.

"Looking at you," she said.

"Save it for later, okay?" I asked. "Besides, Mom might see you."

"She gave me a lecture, when I got home," said my little sister.

I didn't cringe, but it was close. "What about?" I asked.

"About how I'm not supposed to let you touch me again." She frowned. "She also said - again - (said with a groan) I can't date until I'm thirty."

"Making her cast kind of got things roiled up," I said.

"She showed it to me. It's beautiful. I can't wait until I look like that."

"She's beautiful," I admitted. "You all are."

"That makes me want to let you touch me again," she said, her voice quite serious.

"Mom's right," I said. "It's a bad idea."

"If I can't date until I'm thirty, you're the only boy around who can touch me," she pouted.

"She's kidding about that," I said. "You know that."

"She sure sounded serious this time." Tabby pouted a little.

"Like I said, making her cast was ... difficult. You know how you felt when we did yours."

"Do I ever. I had to rub off twice in the shower!"

"Tabby!" I moaned. "That's more information than I need, here!"

She stood there, like she was waiting. I was standing there in my jockeys.

"Well?" I prompted.

"You're not done yet," she said, pragmatically.

"If you think I want Mom pissed off at me for showing you my dick, you are sadly mistaken," I said, bending over to pick up my clothes. I wadded them up, in preparation to putting them in the laundry hamper.

"You dunce!" said Tabby. "Shake them out first! Why do you think she wanted you doing this on the back porch in the first place?"

"Oh," I said. "You're making me nervous, that's all." I shook the grass off of my clothes and wadded them back up.

"Good," she said, turning around. She looked over her shoulder. "You've been making me feel really nervous lately too."

I took a shower and, out of habit, just wore clean underwear to raid the fridge in. I intended to take a nap of my own. I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, with half a peanut butter sandwich in my hand, when Randi opened the door and walked in.

"I saw the casts," she said. "They're really beautiful."

"Thanks," I said. I was so tired that I just wanted to go to sleep.

"Mom suggested that I put the lubricant on myself," she said.

"Oh," I said.

"She didn't say why." My older sister looked at me. "Did you do it when you made hers?"

I nodded.

"That must have been interesting."

"You have no idea." I said.

"When do you want to do me?" she asked.

I wished she hadn't put it quite that way. I was tired, but I wasn't dead. I had had sex twice now. You'd think a guy would get used to it ... be satisfied ... not want it so much any more.

Stop laughing. I was only two days away from being seventeen.

"I don't know," I said. "Right now I just want to take a nap."

She looked miffed. "You don't want to see these again?" She cupped her breasts.

I looked at her. "You know very well how much I want to see them again," I said. "I just don't want to O-D."

She laughed. "Okay, sport. Maybe later. You might have to beg me, though."

I looked her dead in the eye. "I know how much you want to show them to me again," I said.

She blinked. Her eyes got wary.

"You really are growing up ... you know that?"

"You have no idea," I said.

She turned to go. I had a sudden impulse to experiment. "Randi?"

She turned around.

"Kiss me good night."

"What?"

"I'm taking a nap. Kiss me good night."

There for a second I didn't think she was going to do it. She frowned, and then looked puzzled.

"I don't kiss you good night," she said.

"I'd really like it if you started," I said back.

She looked confused, but at the same time, she came back toward the bed. She leaned down, and her hair fell to my face. It tickled. She pressed warm lips against mine, just for maybe two seconds, and then pulled up a few inches, to stare into my eyes.

"Thanks," I said. I reached up and tweaked one of the nipples poking through her shirt. I did it very gently. "I do want to see them again."

Her eyes got round, and she stood up quickly. She looked wary again. "Later," she said.

"Later," I agreed.

Later turned out to be the next morning. Randi got a call from a girlfriend while I was taking my nap, and they went out that night. I wondered if she was punishing me for squeezing her nipple. To be honest, though, I needed the break. This sex business was a lot more demanding than I ever would have thought it could be.

My mom worked part time as a temp, and she never knew when she was going to be called in. When the divorce happened, I guess the judge felt sorry for her, because she got what I thought was a huge alimony check every month. I only saw my dad maybe four or five times since he left, but I guess he was doing okay, at least financially.

I was eating breakfast, in my underwear of course, when Randi came down.

"Sorry about last night, sport," she said, yawning. She stretched and her nipples poked out. "Jennifer broke up with her boyfriend, and needed moral support."

"It's okay," I said, feeling relieved that she hadn't been punishing me.

"I told her about your project," she said, bending over to get the orange juice out of the fridge. She had on tan, lacy panties. "She said if you need more models, to let her know."

Milk dribbled out of my mouth as it dropped open.

"You're kidding," I said around a mouthful of cereal.

"I didn't tell her how ... personal ... it can get," said Randi, standing up. "She's pretty wild, though. I guess you could tell her how to do it and not be there."

"Is that what you're going to do?" I asked, thinking she was working up to how she was going to punish me for squeezing that nipple.

She sat down, and looked at me. "Oh no," she said. "I don't have a boyfriend either."

I felt myself getting stiff. "I can't be your boyfriend," I said, stupidly.

"Of course not," she said seriously. "But you're the only game in town, right now."

"There are dozens of men out there who'd kill to ... see them."

"You, sir, are correct," she said, without a trace of humility. "But I'm mad at all them. I'm not mad at you."

"You're not?" I sighed, with relief.

"Not yet," she said.

"Um ... does that mean you think you will be later?"

"That all depends," she said.

"On what?"

"On how I feel after you're done with my cast." She winked at me!

We did her cast in my room. She was taking off her shirt while I unpacked a kit. When I turned around, I dropped the bottle of lubricant from nerveless fingers. She'd taken her panties off too.

"Do you like it?" she asked, looking down. "You're only the second man to ever see it."

I was looking down too. That zig-zaggy darkness I had seen through her panties, before, was a tattoo of a lightning bolt. It was bright blue. Her pussy hair had been shaved into a "V", with the lightning bolt striking down into it. The bottom of the "V" stopped at the beginning of her split. Her pussy lips were swollen. Even I could tell that. They also glistened.

"Tabby told me about how you made her cast," said Randi. Her hands came to her belly and rubbed, for some reason. "She said I'd have a very good time." She looked at me with lowered lashes. "I haven't had a very good time in a very long while."

"Wow," I said, stunned.

"She said you didn't fuck her."

My mouth tried to fall even farther open, but couldn't.

"Of course not!" I gasped.

"That's good," said my older sister. "She's too young for that. I know. I lost my virginity when I was fourteen, and it was horrible."

"She's my sister!" I squeaked.

"Mom talked to me," said Randi. "She told me about what happened when you made her cast."

"Oh noooo," I moaned.

"You were very naughty with her," said Randi.

"I know," I whined. "I couldn't help it."

"I know," she said. "You're a man. Men are weak. Most of them are selfish."

"I know she's mad," I said. "But it sort of just happened."

"She's not mad," said Randi. "She was crying, but it's okay now."

"Crying?"

"She felt so guilty. That's why she told me. She confessed, I think."

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked.

"I think so. We had a long talk. I wasn't shocked, like she thought I'd be. I knew how you made me feel, when we took pictures. I knew how I made you feel too. It was easy for me to understand. It was a good talk."

"I'm glad," I said, feeling relieved.

"I know you are," she said. "That's what makes you different from most men. You care. You really love us."

"I do!" I blurted.

"She was worried about Tabby. That's why I talked to her. Our little sister didn't want to tell me anything, but I got it out of her."

"When?"

"When, what?" asked Randi.

"When did you talk to them?"

"While you were mowing lawns yesterday." She cocked her head. "Why?"

"Tabby watched me get undressed ... on the porch. She said I made her feel nervous."

"That's because she wants to have sex with you."

I couldn't believe my ears. My totally naked, older sister was standing there, saying things that made me feel like exploding.

"Well," she said, seeing my reaction. "She wants to find out what sex is like. That's more nearly correct. And, like it is with me ... and Mom ... you're the only game in town, as far as she's concerned."

Something she'd said during that sentence was pounding at my brain. What was it. I reviewed it, as well as I could. My mind was spinning.

"You?" I looked at her.

"Mom and I don't think it would be a good idea for Tabby to do that."

She stepped closer to me. "We're all hot-blooded," she said softly. "It's our curse. We love men, but we can't stand most of them. You're different. You're weak, but that's just because you're male. We love you, and we know you love us. The only way Mom and I can keep Tabby from getting you to fuck her, is to keep you limp ourselves."

"You?" I asked weakly.

"Take off your underwear, Pat," she said. "We'll do the cast when we're finished."

This was no accident. There were no flaring emotions here. Well, mine were flaring. Maybe hers were too, but she was in much better control of herself than I was of me. She basically laid me on the bed, jacked me for a few seconds, and then climbed on to put my penis where her lightning bolt pointed. I gasped and, knowing about premature ejaculations, she raised up enough to squeeze the base of my prick between her thumb and first two fingers.

"Not yet, sport," she said, looking down at me through lowered lashes. "There are two of us here. Remember that."

The urge passed. This was so insane that I just got on board with it.

"I'm okay now, I think."

"Tell me if you get close again. I want this to take a while." She smiled.

She had done a lot more of this, and a lot more recently, than my mother had. She didn't let me control anything. She had a way of rocking that didn't move me very much in her, so I didn't want to spew quite as often. It did things for her, though. Her orgasms were quiet too. She closed her eyes as she had one, and stopped rocking, to kind of grind her clit against my pubic bone. She leaned forward, when she did this, so I could suck at a breast too. Her areolas were so small that I got all of them in my mouth, along with each pencil eraser nipple. She didn't have to tell me to do that.

After her first one, she sat back up, smiling dreamily.

"Yesterday," I said, "when you came to my room. You knew then."

She nodded.

"You kissed me."

She nodded again. "I knew we were going to do this," she said. "You were naughty with me too. I decided to forgive you."

She started rippling her pussy muscles, watching my face intently. I didn't warn her, but she knew anyway. She raised up and pinched me off again.

"You're supposed to tell me when you get close." She squeezed hard enough that I winced.

"Okay," I gasped.

"You don't squirt until I tell you to squirt."

"Okay," I gasped again.

"This time, anyway." She let go.

She rocked her way to another orgasm.

"You're longer than ... the others," she sighed, grinding down on me. I felt the tip of my cock being squeezed by something up inside her.

She tensed, stopped rocking, ground against me, and leaned forward.

When that one was over, she sat back up.

"You have to learn how to be stronger, Pat. More in control."

"I do?" I whined. I liked things fine the way they were.

"You might have made Mom pregnant."

She pulled up and clamped me off again ... just in time. Don't ask me why, but the thought of making my mother pregnant made me want to make Randi pregnant too.

"That's what I'm talking about," she said, like she could read my mind. "Men just want to impregnate women, but that's not always the best thing for the woman. You didn't warn me again. You have to learn to be stronger than that."

"I don't know how," I gasped.

"I'm going to teach you." she said.

"I'll use condoms!" I gasped.

"No," she said. "That just makes you stay weak. This is serious business, Pat. It isn't just for fun and games." She started rocking. "Though I have to admit this is really fun." She bit her lower lip, like Mom had. She stopped, and just sat there. "You could make me pregnant too," she said, looking down at me.

"Ohhh fuck," I groaned." I raised my butt off the bed without conscious volition.

"Don't curse like that while you're doing something so intimate," she scolded. "I told you that to test you. You failed. You're just like other man, weak, intent only on spreading your seed far and wide. You can't be like other men, Pat."

"What do I do?" I moaned.

"You care," she said. "You ask. You don't start if it's the wrong time, and you stop if you should."

I groaned.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"Yessss," I groaned.

"Then don't make me pregnant unless I want that."

"Okay," I moaned. I wanted to be agreeable, to make her happy with me.

"It's not so bad right now," she said, still rocking. "It's the wrong time of the month for your long, hard, delicious manhood to make a baby in me, but when we do this in the future, you could. That's not in my immediate plans, Pat."

I didn't understand. It was crazy! She was fucking me on purpose, with no protection, but didn't want to get pregnant! And I was her brother to boot! It almost sounded like, at some time in the future, she might want me to get her pregnant! It made no sense. The idea of my mother being pregnant, because of me made me want to ...

"I'm close!" I gasped.

She rose up and clamped me off. It hurt, not because she squeezed so hard, but because I wanted to cum so badly, and I winced.

"That's a good start," she said, leaning down to kiss me for the first time. "Now you can cum."

Except that I couldn't. The urge had passed. It only took her fifteen or twenty seconds to figure that out. She didn't rock again. Instead she kissed me, playing with my tongue, and made her pussy muscles ripple again.

I went off like a bombshell, and then she ground her clit against me, kissing me hard. By the time my prick finally stopped spurting, I felt like a wet dishrag. She sat on me, looking so beautiful. Her fingers played with my nipples, and she squeezed both of them gently.

"We love you," she said softly. "You have to be strong enough to learn how to love us like this ... and when not to."

"Anything," I gasped. I meant I'd do anything to make her happy with me.

She sighed. "Men are so weak."

She got off of me and stood there, while my spend started running out of her, and down one thigh.

"Get up!" she said. "We have a cast to do."

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