SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 1: I'm So Tired

(MF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)

Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)

CHAPTER 1: Introduction (Early September 2002)

Suzanne Pestridge needed a man. But not just any man. She had her heart set on Alan Plummer, the son of Susan, her best friend and next-door neighbor. Alan had just turned eighteen. His mother Susan still thought of him as a boy, but in fact he was already very emotionally mature for his age.

Suzanne was unhappily married to a rich man named Eric. She'd married Eric near the end of her time in college, when the two of them had been very much in love, but she was now 39 and the love was gone. However, she hadn't divorced him because she didn't want her two children to live in a broken home.

Eric wasn't a bad man; he was just one of those people who cared more about money than anything else. He spent more and more time at work and less and less time with his wife until finally they stopped having sex altogether. Suzanne didn't think her husband was cheating; he just never had much of a sex drive to begin with. Over the years the two of them had developed different interests and slowly drifted apart.

When it came to sex they were a bad match because Suzanne was a sexual dynamo. On the outside, her shimmering green eyes radiated a serenity, grace, and sophistication that perfectly reflected her inner personality. But this persona masked a wild and mischievous side. For years she had made up for her husband's lack of attention by finding other lovers.

Given Suzanne's appearance - a perfectly sculpted knockout from head to toe - she had no trouble finding partners to fool around with. She kept her five foot eleven inch frame in great shape by working out every day, but what really grabbed the attention of admirers were her large E-cup sized breasts and the arrestingly deep cleavage between them that she frequently displayed.

Between her chest, sultry face, and long, curly, dark brown hair with some red in it, so many people compared her to Jessica Rabbit that she had a strong desire to strangle that famous cartoon character.

But as her family grew richer and richer, she grew increasingly bored with her other lovers. About the only people she met lately were other upper class snobs from her part of town. There were many attractive men well versed in having mistresses and lovers, and who knew how to keep such things a secret. But it was all so formulaic that she no longer found any pleasure in it, aside from the pure physical joy of having sex. She craved something more emotional, more forbidden, and unpredictable.

Of all the males she knew, the only one who didn't strike her as greedy, insensitive, and/or self-centered was Alan. He lived with his younger sister Katherine and his mother Susan in the big house next door to Suzanne's. The two mothers were extremely close best friends, and in fact were essentially each other's only friend.

Susan's marriage to Ron, her husband, was also an unhappy one. He was nice enough, but his job took him overseas for all but a few weeks out of the year. Like Suzanne's husband Eric, Ron was rich because he worked hard, and focused on money. Ron was gone so much that their two children felt like they didn't have a father.

Superficially, Susan was very similar to her best friend Suzanne. Susan also had a big breasted, beautiful body. They had the same height, weight, bra size, and even wore all the same size clothes. But their personalities were quite different, and these differences were reflected in their faces.

Susan had a pure and innocent look to her that no doubt reflected her strict upbringing. She knew no sex other than the missionary position with her husband, who she had married straight out of high school. She'd never masturbated in her life, as she was taught it was a horrible sin.

And even though her thirty-seven years made her only two years younger than Suzanne, she looked much younger. It irked Suzanne that when they would go out together Susan would sometimes get carded for alcohol but she never would.

Even their different hairdos reflected their opposite personalities. Both had long dark hair, but Suzanne had hers stylishly curled, with a long teased strand that hung down over her extremely pale skin, but Susan's cut was straight and simple. While Suzanne's hair flowed freely in every direction, Susan kept hers restrained with hair bands.

In fact, Susan did about everything she could to hide her tremendous beauty. She hid her dark brown eyes behind a pair of bookish glasses, and wore conservative clothing that she hoped would hide her hourglass figure. It was unusual for her to even be seen in short sleeve shirts, despite the year-round heat where they lived in Southern California. Suzanne was flattered when men openly admired her, whereas it offended Susan's sense of morality and proper behavior.

Susan was very proud of her children and raised them well despite the lack of a father's presence.

Alan in particular was an outstanding child in every way. He was only a senior in high school, yet he already seemed to carry himself with a maturity of someone ten years older. He was extremely intelligent, caring, and friendly, although he was seen as a bit of a nerd as far as friends and hobbies were concerned. He was the kind of person who would gladly help an old lady cross the street because that was the way he was raised.

He only had one major flaw - a lack of energy. He slept a lot at night, napped every afternoon, and when he wasn't sleeping he often felt tired and lethargic. So his grades weren't as outstanding as some others who worked harder and longer on their homework, but he mostly made up for that with his high intelligence.

Alan was tall - already six foot one inch - and his body was trying to fill out his recent growth spurts these past few years. He was finally starting to put on more bulk and muscle, and was generally considered good looking. Yet he had low self-confidence and thought himself too gangly. Partly because of this, he had little experience with women and had yet to even kiss a girl.

Few people appreciated Alan's attributes more than Suzanne. She knew every detail of Alan's life as well as his own mother did. She didn't like being around her own husband Eric, who was actually home quite a lot in the evenings, so she went over to the Plummer house nearly every day and evening. She had her own keys to Susan's house, helped Susan with the chores, and did just about everything with the Plummer family except eat dinners and sleep there. She saw Alan so often that he called her "Aunt Suzy." In many ways she was like his second mother, and had been so since he was a baby.

Additionally, not needing to work, Susan and Suzanne spent a large part of each day talking to each other, and of course they constantly discussed their children. Susan's two children and Suzanne's two children, Brad and Amy were born a little less than a year apart from each other and ended up in the same grade at school. From a young age, each mother heard all the gossip and news about the other's children. Both almost felt as if they were attending high school again along with their children in some ways.

And then there was Suzanne's growing desire for Alan. She had long loved him as much as she loved her own children, but like most everyone else, she considered him a nerd. She had never thought of him in a sexual way until about one year before. One day she was sitting by the Plummer's backyard pool and she happened to glimpse the outline of his erection through his bathing suit. She was amazed to discover that he had a very thick penis that she guessed was about eight inches long. After that, she started checking out his body more often and realized that he was filling out and turning into a man. Since that time, she'd patiently waited until he turned eighteen before starting to seduce him.

She had given a lot of thought about what she'd do once it was time to start her seduction. Although she could see him all the time, there really was no opportunity for her to be alone with him. Because Suzanne was so close to Susan and the two women kept virtually no secrets from each other, she knew it would be next to impossible for her to keep an affair with Alan secret for long. And if it did happen and was exposed, she would risk losing her best friends: Susan and her two children.

CHAPTER 2 (Monday, Sept. 16)

However, Suzanne was a very clever woman. Her years of extramarital affairs had taught her many practical lessons in duplicity, and she'd come to enjoy cooking up new intrigues. Her target for her next affair was a doctor named Wilt Fredrickson. The fact that he was a physician opened up possibilities in her scheming head.

Furthermore, she understood the personalities of men very well, and had Dr. Fredrickson pegged. He was a nice, moral man, but when it came to sex he clearly fell into the category of "thinking with the wrong head." After just a few not very necessary medical appointments, Suzanne decided he was just the person she needed for her latest scheme.

Suzanne could tell he was recklessly cheating on his wife. It was also clear to Suzanne's experienced eye that he was regularly sleeping with his pretty nurse too. Furthermore, she probed for gossip about him and discovered he'd had affairs beyond counting. Obviously he took full advantage of his status as a good-looking doctor to elevate cheating on his wife to an art form. Suzanne strongly suspected the reason he became a doctor in the first place was for the opportunities with women it provided.

Suzanne had known just how to handle him. When she turned on her "come hither and fuck me" look, she always got her man. She'd only met him a few times, all in the past month, but he was already completely wrapped around her finger. He was bursting with anticipation to have sex with her, and now she merely had to figure out how she could best use him.

She thought to herself, All I need to do is get Dr. Fredrickson to diagnose Alan with a sexual ailment that I could help in "curing." I've got the good doctor so hopelessly desperate for sex that he'd practically rob a bank if I promised him sex in return. Certainly I can get him to make up one harmless, little made-up diagnosis.

I'll get him to say that Alan has to have orgasms constantly, every day. Alan doesn't have a girlfriend now, and since I know his life like the back of my hand, I know he won't be getting a girlfriend any time soon either. So Alan will need "help" before too long, and I'll volunteer! Soon I'll be able to have sex with him all the time, and his mother not only won't mind, but she'll thank me for doing him a vital medical service!

The key to making her scheme work was some kind of plausible diagnosis that would convince Alan and Susan that Alan needed a regular prescription of good old fashioned fucking. She allowed Dr. Fredrickson to take her out on a couple of dates, and after teasing and kissing him until he was literally panting for more, she brazenly dropped the idea on him: sex in return for one "little favor."

Despite a show of protest he fell for it completely, as she knew he would, and she played him like a puppet. Once he was on board with the concept, he actually worked with her to refine her ideas and give them more medical plausibility to reduce the chances of getting found out.

Now, everything was ready. In reality, it was a low risk situation for the doctor and for her, a point that helped convince him. If for some reason Alan or his mother didn't buy the set up, she held so much sway with the Plummer family that she was certain she could smooth everything over. Admittedly, there was a chance it wouldn't work out. But if it didn't succeed, she'd find some other scheme until she had what she wanted. She really did always get her man.

Susan escorted her son Alan into Dr. Fredrickson's office. Suzanne had recommended the doctor, saying he was a specialist who might be able to help cure Alan's constant tiredness problem. A few days earlier, Alan had been to the same office to take a battery of tests.

Dr. Fredrickson talked to him then about hormones and thyroid levels. He said that a hormonal imbalance was often the cause of tiredness, but that such imbalances could now be detected and rectified with the right medication. He was optimistic that he could help Alan and restore his energy to equal that of anyone else his age. The tests were done, and now the doctor wanted to discuss the results with him and his mother.

Dr. Fredrickson's nurse, Akami Fubuki, escorted them to a room and told them to wait for the doctor.

Alan thought Akami was quite a beauty. He correctly guessed she was half Japanese and half Caucasian, because she had physical traits of both. Her facial features made her look both intelligent and intense, which she was. Alan guessed the raven-haired beauty was in her early thirties. In fact, she looked more like a doctor than the baby faced Dr. Fredrickson did, and the lab coat she wore made her look more like a doctor than a nurse.

To keep his mind away from his medical appointment, his eyes followed Akami's breasts around the room as she prepared things for the doctor, even though he couldn't see much of them through her coat.

He thought, Her breasts aren't enormous like Mom's or Suzanne's, but they're generous for a Japanese woman.

But his furtive gazing was interrupted by the entrance of Dr. Fredrickson. "Thank you nurse, that will be all," the doctor brusquely said to Akami as he swept into the room. The nurse got up and left.

The doctor gave his diagnosis to Alan and his mother. "Alan, I have mostly good news, but also some potentially bad news. You do in fact have very irregular hormone levels, but I believe they can be adjusted through treatment. As we can see here" - he took some charts of test results and began showing them to Susan and Alan - "most hormonal levels are normal, but some are extremely low. Look at these results here."

He pointed to two graphs in particular. Unbeknownst even to nurse Akami, the doctor had come into the office the night before and altered Alan's test results on the computer before printing out the charts.

The doctor went on to give a complicated explanation about Alan's supposed hormone problem. In short, he pointed to the charts and other data to suggest Alan was lacking in sex hormones such as testosterone. He claimed that this in turn was affecting his thyroid levels, and thus making him tired.

Both Alan and his mother found the explanation logical and reasonable.

Dr. Fredrickson began asking Alan a series of questions, which Alan had no problem answering, until the doctor asked, "What about your sexual activity? Do you mind if I ask if how frequently you engage in sexual intercourse?"

Alan's face turned red in embarrassment. He was raised very conservatively, and as he essentially didn't have a father, he never had a frank "birds and the bees" talk. He knew surprisingly little about sex for someone his age because some of his mother's attitudes on the subject had rubbed off on him. For instance, she hadn't allowed him to attend sex ed class and what little he knew he'd gathered from reading porn stories on the Internet. Susan was so proper and moralistic, he couldn't imagine talking about this kind of thing in her presence, but now she was sitting right next to him.

"Um, I'm a..." was all he was able to get out of his mouth. He stopped talking and bowed his head down.

"Let me answer that question," responded his mother, in a take-charge voice. "Alan is bit embarrassed talking about these kinds of things."

Alan looked up appreciatively towards her.

"He's never had sexual intercourse, and in fact, he's never really had a girlfriend. He's only eighteen. I know kids are getting, uh, romantically active at younger ages these days, but there are many boys his age in his same boat. I hope you're not insinuating that he is somehow inadequate, because he's a very normal, healthy boy. He has very normal sexual desires, I'm sure. It's just that he hasn't found the right girl yet."

"I'm glad to hear that," replied the doctor, "because this is very relevant to his condition. And please don't be offended, but we need to be frank and honest here. Can either of you tell me how frequently Alan masturbates?"

Now it was Susan's turn to start blushing, as she found even the mention of masturbation far beyond the pale. She in fact had no mental conception of her boy masturbating at all. So she had to ask him, "Alan, can you please answer that question for the doctor? If you masturbate, just nod your head."

He nodded his head without raising it.

"If you do it more than once a week, on average, nod your head again, okay, Tiger?" Tiger was Susan's pet name for him, dating back to when he was a little boy and he liked to always wear tiger-themed pajamas.

He nodded his head again. "Twice?" More shy nodding. "Three times?" Another nod. "More than once a day?" He nodded again. "Twice a day?"

His mother was starting to grow incredulous. She never imagined that he masturbated at all.

In fact he did it twice or more a day almost every day, but detecting his mother's tone, he shook his head no in response to that. He didn't want her to think he was weird.

"So doctor," Susan concluded, "I think we can say between one and two times a day."

"Thank you, Mrs. Plummer," the doctor responded. "That's actually about average for someone his age. Eighteen years old is the sexual peak for men, whereas it is about thirty-six or so for females. Some boys masturbate more times a day than one can practically imagine. Despite what many people think, virtually 99% of boys are frequently masturbating at his age. Alan's level of activity shows he has a healthy sexual drive, which is good news, all things considered."

He added, "Because of that, let me change the discussion to what can be done about his condition. Such low levels of sexual hormones are extremely unusual. I've never seen a case like this. But I did some research after I got the test results, and I've determined there are several possible cures for his condition. One, the usual treatment, would be to give him pills that would boost his sex hormone levels. But I warn that this could have a whole range of unpleasant side effects. For instance, there are decent odds that his breasts would grow large like a female's. Certainly that can be very shameful and hard to hide for someone his age."

Doctor Fredrickson let that awful possibility hang in the air before continuing. "But there is another possible solution, one that would cause his body to naturally produce more of these hormones."

He paused, and nervously coughed. Up to this point, everything he said had a grain of truth in it - even Alan's test results were only exaggerated and not completely fabricated. Alan did really have very low thyroid levels, which no doubt explained his energy problem.

But now the doctor was moving into grounds that could cost him his license if his lies were exposed. On the other hand, he figured these lies Suzanne had thought up were at least clever and had a certain logical consistency to them. He mentally crossed his fingers, hoping these two would buy it, and pressed on.

"If Alan can ramp up his sexual activity, it will cause his body to begin producing more sexual hormones. This works in the same way that repeated stimulation of a woman's nipples eventually causes her to lactate, even if she does not have a baby at the time. The body tries to adjust in response to new needs. This process is very dependable."

The doctor checked the chart, as if confirming his diagnosis."For Alan, I would recommend that he stimulate his penis an average of six times a day. More, if he can. But six is already a great amount, because one missed day would mean twelve the next to make up for it, if you can imagine that. Prolonged stimulation followed by orgasm will cause his body to begin producing more sexual hormones within a matter of weeks. This in turn is almost certainly guaranteed to raise his energy level and will have none of the side effects of using pills, since it is a completely natural process."

Both mother and son were too shocked at this turn of events to respond.

Alan's mouth actually hung open. SIX times a day?! That's a lot! Every single day?!

The doctor continued, "I know that both of these solutions are not ideal. That's why I originally said that I had both good news and bad news. As your doctor, I would recommend the second solution, if Alan can manage it. The breast growth I mentioned for the first solution is just one of many possible negative side effects, all of which are of a disturbing sexual nature. I'd rather not describe them in detail unless necessary. If Alan can find himself a girlfriend quickly, and one who would be able to help, this second solution could actually be completely pleasurable for him, and virtually unnoticeable as a medical treatment. This is just a change of lifestyle."

He went on, "On the other hand, some people are morally opposed to masturbation and or sex outside of marriage. So if that's the case, we still have the first solution. Either way, I'm confident we can overcome his problem. But of course the decision is up to you, Alan, and your parents."

Alan and his mother looked at each other.

Alan was quiet, and then blurted out, "I want the second solution. I don't want to have big womanly breasts or some weird stuff like that. I don't think there's anything morally wrong with sexual stimulation, either. I know it's weird, but I want to be a normal kid, and not be tired all the time!"

His mother looked at him questioningly. Even though she now lived in freewheeling Southern California, she had grown up in a small Midwestern town that had pretty much never heard of the sexual revolution. She'd had a very religious upbringing and had been taught that masturbation was evil, made you go blind, and all that. But she didn't want her son to have his hormones out of whack or grow breasts either.

She smiled in sympathy. "Okay Son, if that's what you want, then that's what I want." She reached out and grabbed his hand and they squeezed hands in support of each other. They smiled at each other as loving mother and son.

CHAPTER 3

Dr. Fredrickson smiled a broad smile. He thought, That's a relief! It looks like they both bought my bullshit story hook, line, and sinker. That means that incredible knockout Suzanne is gonna be very happy with me. I'm gonna get my reward and fuck her brains out just as soon as these two clueless rubes are out the door, if I can help it.

But naturally he kept those thoughts to himself and said, "Excellent! I do believe you've made the right choice. However, before you agree, let me warn you about a few other things. For one, you'll be making a long-term commitment. If Alan's level of sexual stimulation returns to current levels, it's likely that his hormone levels will also change back as well. This is one area that isn't fully understood since very few people have undertaken this treatment. It can be that after some time the change will become permanent, but then again it may not. That may be something we can explore in the future by lowering the level of stimulation and see if there's a change. But on the other hand, it may mean this will have to be something he'll need to do for years, if not decades. We just can't tell for sure at this point."

He continued, "Secondly, there isn't much research on this condition or treatment, but from the little there is, it appears that half measures are not usually effective. In other words, averaging only four stimulations a day is unlikely to lead to any effect at all. We'll try six to begin with, and see if that's enough or too much. We can have further appointments to test your progress. But you must average six with little variation. If you are short on one day, try your best to make up for it on the next."

Susan and Alan nodded uncertainly.

He added, "Third, and finally, contrary to popular belief, masturbation is not bad for you. You don't go blind."

The mother and son smiled nervous smiles at that.

"In fact, recent studies have shown that frequent masturbation will lower the risk of prostate cancer in later life, an effect that does not occur with a similar level of sexual intercourse. But given the high level of stimulation Alan will now need, if he masturbates himself six times a day, every single day of the year, it could lead to problems with his penis: chafing of the skin, unnatural bends, irregular polyps, and so forth. I highly recommend first, that Alan use KY Jelly or some other form of lubricant, and second, that at least half of the stimulation be done by someone else."

He continued, "In other words, for at least three of his six times a day, he should get stimulated by a female manually or, even better, orally. That would be ideal. The mouth creates the proper level of friction without so much rough abuse of the skin. And of course sexual penetration is also ideal and has no ill effects on the penis no matter how frequently practiced."

"Oh my God," responded Susan, "That's horrible!" Her shock was a combination of the talk of penis damage, Alan's lack of a girlfriend to assist, and just the idea of masturbation generally.

One part of her realized the stories of masturbation causing blindness were myths, but she had still internalized the idea that masturbation was wrong and somehow dangerous. This talk of dangerous polyps only gave medical backing to her fears. She also was well aware that her son didn't have a girlfriend and was unlikely to get one soon. "What'll we do?" she said imploringly. "I don't think Alan is anywhere near finding a girl who can help him out like that!"

"I'm sure you can come up with some kind of solution," said the doctor confidently. He thought of Suzanne - after all, she'd explained to him this was her purpose for the whole story.

His lies were meant to give a thin veneer of respectability that would allow her to seduce her friend's son in the guise of giving him medically needed relief. "See if there's anyone you know willing to help. Perhaps hire someone, if all else fails. Or if you can't find any solution, you can always give up and have Alan take the pills instead."

He went on, "But, and I can't stress this enough, I highly recommend that whatever you do, please be extremely careful about who you tell. I would hesitate even telling other medical professionals. His case is so unusual, it almost sounds like an urban legend. As a professional myself, I know that many can't resist telling others about extremely unusual cases. A doctor has a patient with something highly unusual like a hundred pound goiter, and he tells just a couple of people in strict confidence, and they do the same, and so it spreads. Sometimes such stories even make the newspaper. And if this were to become well known, I don't need to point out how merciless Alan's classmates would be about his treatment. So if you hire a professional, make 100% sure that person will not tell another soul."

Alan couldn't figure out if all of this was a really great thing or really bad thing. I have a feeling that masturbating that much and being forced to do it will take all the pleasure out of it and even turn it into a chore. Plus, I'm not likely to find any girl to help me out any time soon.

In fact, the pressure of this medical need is gonna make it that much harder for me to find a girlfriend. How absurd would it be to ask a girl, "Could you please pleasure me six times a day? I need it for my medical treatment." No one would agree to that, or even three times a day - that would be completely insane!

Susan's worries increased. She thought, No way am I going to trust a stranger with that secret and turn Alan into a real-life "urban legend" laughingstock. I'm not going to tell a soul - not anyone! Which means Alan will have no choice but to masturbate, and get all those deformities.

Suddenly, a new and even more disturbing thought occurred to her, as she recalled his revelation that he masturbated every day. "Doctor, how do we know that his um, private part is not already malformed from his, uh, attentions?" The straight-laced mother couldn't even get herself to say the words "penis" and "masturbating."

"We don't," replied the doctor, more thinking aloud than anything else. What does that mean, to keep this charade believable? he thought to himself. He reluctantly told them, "I suppose we'll have to examine Alan's penis now, to use as a later basis for comparison. Alan, please change into a hospital gown, if you don't mind. Then get up on this examination table and put your feet in the stirrups."

Alan was still dressed in his street clothes, since the original idea of the appointment was only to discuss test results. But he changed his clothes, then got onto the adjustable examination table and put his feet in the stirrup attachments.

The doctor put on a pair of gloves and thought more about what he would do next. He figured he had been boxed into examining Alan's penis, but as a straight male who didn't do this kind of thing with his regular ear, eye, and nose patients, he had no desire to do so. In fact, he was rather homophobic. He tried to think of a way out of this.

Alan sat in the stirrups, beet red with embarrassment, while the doctor fiddled with his gloves. The gown was open down his back, and so short in the legs that it left his genitals completely exposed as long as his feet were in the stirrups. Alan head's hung down so he didn't have to make eye contact with anyone. He didn't know which was more embarrassing, being naked in front of his mother, or in front of another man.

The doctor crouched down in front of Alan's crotch, and motioned Alan's mother to come close by as well. "Come over here and sit next to me. You need to see the tell tale signs as well. In fact, why don't you pull those two chairs over?"

Susan grabbed two chairs, sat in one, and then gave the other for the doctor to sit in.

They both leaned in towards Alan's penis.

Susan pretended to be following the doctor's orders, but in fact she closed her eyes tight. She just couldn't bear to look at her own son's penis, even if it was flaccid. She was fairly sure it was some kind of sin.

Alan's penis was flaccid because he was so embarrassed and even humiliated. That disappointed the doctor, who thought, Damn, it'll have to be erect to be closely examined. Not to mention, it has to be measured to see if his low hormone levels had stunted its growth.

Wait a minute! the doctor suddenly thought to himself. All this stuff about low hormones is made up, but I'm starting to believe it myself! I'm getting so into the lie that I've even tricked myself, so I certainly must have tricked them.

He continued, "Uh, Alan, we need your penis erect so it can be properly examined and measured. Can you get it erect?" Alan was so horrified at that idea that he couldn't even form a response.

The doctor turned to Susan and noticed her closed eyes. "You don't mind, Mrs. Plummer? Can you do something to help him get erect?"

With the doctor's eyes on her, she was forced to open her eyes and look at Alan's crotch.

He motioned to the mother as if she should grab Alan's penis and make it grow somehow.

"I very much do mind!" she responded in indignation. The mere thought of sitting on a chair and staring at her son's penis from inches away was something she never could have imagined, let alone having to touch it.

The Plummer household was extremely careful about nudity, and she hadn't seen her son naked since he was a very little boy. Neither had he seen her naked or even partially undressed in all that time.

She briefly glanced at his penis, and even though it was flaccid, she felt her heart leap into her throat in shock and embarrassment. She turned away to listen to the doctor.

"I understand," said the doctor, "but I assure you it's medically necessary. His penis needs to be checked regularly for abnormalities, and I don't want to have a regular special appointment just for that. This is out of my area of expertise. As your new general practitioner, I don't mind taking on this kind of case, but I've never had to do this before, and frankly I would prefer if you would touch the penis and check it. That way you can do it at home, just like periodic breast cancer checks."

"No! I'm sorry doctor, but I just can't possibly agree with that!" Susan's hands were trembling at the very thought. Her face looked absolutely aghast.

The doctor could see the idea was a no-go. "All right then, let's see..." Ah yes, the nurse. This is what she is for. "If you don't mind, can we bring in the nurse, and she can show you the procedure? I hesitate to bring in more people on Alan's problem, but I see no other choice."

What a relief! thought Susan. I'll do a lot of things for my son's health, but not that! "Yes, please."

The doctor left the room to find the nurse.

Meanwhile, Susan grabbed Alan's hand and squeezed it in a sign of support. "Be strong, Son. Don't worry, everything is going to be all right."

Alan finally looked up and into her eyes and smiled. Her encouragement gave him strength to continue with this humiliation, even though her hand was trembling.

"And never fear," she continued, "I won't let anyone find out about this. It all will work out fine."

She squeezed his hand again, and stole another glance at his penis. She couldn't help but satiate her curiosity. Damn! I think it's bigger than his father's! She quickly banished the unmotherly thought from her head, and turned away.

As Susan was doing this, the nurse opened the door and walked into the room.

Susan pulled her eyes away from her brief inspection of her son's crotch, but not before Akami noticed where the mother was staring.

Akami stared at Susan with a knowing look.

Susan's heart nearly stopped, she was so terrified that the nurse would say something.

But the nurse just continued to smile, and kept her mouth shut.

Alan also looked at the nurse standing in the doorway, and felt he was falling in love. Or at least lust. She seemed much more sophisticated and sexy than the girls at school. He knew how absurd the idea of such attraction was, and assumed that Akami would never give him a second glance, but he couldn't help his feelings.

CHAPTER 4 

Dr. Fredrickson came back in. Akami put on a pair of gloves as the doctor explained the basics about Alan's condition. The nurse's involvement was not part of Suzanne's original plan. Suzanne had Dr. Fredrickson swear to complete secrecy, and no doubt she would be upset to find out that he'd told someone else already.

The doctor knew that Akami could be trusted not to tell anyone else because, he thought, She's kept my affair with her completely secret, for one. But what will she think or do with the information herself? Surely as a medical professional, she'll have doubts about the whole made-up story. Is she going to give me a hard time about this later?

Finally, everything was ready. Alan still sat in the stirrups with his flaccid penis exposed for three adults to see. This time, Akami sat in the doctor's chair, and Susan was told to take the chair next to it, and Dr. Fredrickson stood behind.

"Alan," said the doctor, "before the nurse can proceed, you need to make your penis erect. Can you do that right now?"

Alan thought, Who is he kidding?! How can I do that on command, with three people staring at me, including my own mother? He just frowned and looked desperately around the room, as if he could find a hole to climb out of and escape.

"Can you think of something sexy?" said the doctor encouragingly. But the idea was obviously a no-go, judging from Alan's face. So he suggested, "Perhaps you'd like some privacy? Or we can come back when you're ready?"

"No," said Alan, wincing with embarrassment. "I just can't touch myself... there... in, uh, outside my house. I'm too... Sorry, I just can't!"

"That's okay," the doctor said consolingly. "Would you mind if the nurse stimulates you?"

Alan was too shocked to even respond to that.

The nurse herself raised a curious eyebrow. Dr. Fredrickson had told her a little bit just before she came in, but she didn't fully understand what was going on.

The doctor took the ensuing silence for a yes. "I'm sorry Alan and Mrs. Plummer, but I see no other solution. Do you see one, Mrs. Plummer?"

Susan was too stunned to speak.

"No? Well then, let's try to hurry this up. Your appointment is already taking much longer than expected. Akami, if you would please...?"

Few normal doctors would ask such a thing of their nurses, but Dr. Fredrickson didn't see the situation like most, especially since he was fucking Akami on a daily basis. He enjoyed having her suck his penis almost more than fucking her. He knew she certainly wouldn't mind the sex act, and he hoped he'd dropped enough hints before they came in for her to understand this was no ordinary situation.

Akami did give Dr. Fredrickson a queer look, but she knew she couldn't ask questions in front of the others. Without saying anything to anyone, she simply grabbed Alan's penis and began rubbing it. At first, she started rubbing it gently, at the base. Being a bit clueless about why she was doing this, she decided it would be safest to act like this was just another medical procedure.

But Alan's dick initially failed to revive. His mind was too frazzled to fully comprehend what was happening. Like a minute ago I was just thinking that I was falling in love with Akami, and now she's suddenly holding my penis? Unreal! This isn't happening!

Akami saw this as more than a bit demeaning, and wanted to get it over with quickly. She realized her emotionless and clinical approach wasn't going to work.

So she smiled reassuringly and she said to Alan in a very soothing voice, "Just close your eyes and relax. Imagine sexy things. Imagine me naked, if you think that will help. Would you like me to get naked? I will, if you want me to. Do you want me to take off my shirt and my bra, and expose my breasts to your eyes? Would you like to-"

The doctor interrupted her. "Thank you very much, nurse. It looks like you have been successful." He almost added, "as usual," but luckily stopped himself in time.

Sure enough, Alan's penis was sticking out its full length in a matter of seconds, thanks mostly to Akami's suggestive words.

Akami realized that the doctor purposely cut her off before she got too nasty with her talk. She loved slutty talk during sex, but understood now wasn't the best time, especially with the obviously prudish Mrs. Plummer sitting next to her. She removed her hands from Alan's erection.

From where Susan was sitting, she could just see Alan's penis between his leg and the nurse leaning forward. She was beside herself with shock, but also strangely fascinated. It IS bigger than my husband's! she realized.

"Very good," the doctor said in a passionless voice. "Now we should proceed with the abnormality check. Mrs. Plummer, as you can see, Akami will now start at the base."

Akami took one hand and placed it at the base of the cock, while her other hand resumed rubbing his penis at the sensitive spot near the tip.

The doctor narrated, "She will use her thumb to press against every bit of the surface, and check for polyps or anything else, like an unusual protrusion. Her other hand, I suppose... is making sure that the erection is steadily maintained."

Akami's other hand was doing just that, repeatedly pressing on the most sensitive and arousing spot for males, on the underside of the penis just below the penis head.

Dr. Fredrickson thought disapprovingly to himself, That isn't really necessary at this point Akami, but if you ask a horny bitch to rub a cock, she's going to do a thoroughly good job about it!

Suzanne had asked him to tell them a story about "checking for abnormalities" so that could serve as a foot in the door for her helping with Alan's penis in the future. But the doctor didn't count on having Akami actually perform it in front of them.

Alan thought, This is insanity! Am I going out of my mind, or is this a dream, or a nightmare, or what?! I can't believe my mom is sitting right here. I can't even stand to look at what she's doing. If I cum, I'm gonna die of shame. But how can I not cum this very second, the way Akami is fondling me? He struggled with all his might to control himself, but he didn't know how. The best he could do was keep his eyes closed and try to think unsexy thoughts, but that was nearly impossible because he was simply too aroused.

Akami proceeded to press her thumb against every part of Alan's penis, as if she was making a pattern around the sides of a clay jar. As she moved up towards the tip, she moved her other hand towards the base and began pumping her fist up and down it. The penis in her soft hands was growing wet with pre-cum, which allowed her fingers to slide all over it more easily.

Might as well make the most of the opportunity, she thought. This is a nice dick. She'd never touched a penis in her several years of professional duties as Dr. Fredrickson's nurse, except of course for Dr. Fredrickson's. She figured the chance might not come again soon.

Her experience with handjobs was coming in handy, as she was able to keep Alan right on the verge of orgasm without actually pushing him over it. A couple of times, she had to squeeze the base of his penis to stop him from cumming, but he was so out of it that he didn't even realize that's what had held him back.

He was in exquisite agony, as she took her sweet time to complete the "procedure." He kept his eyes shut tight to forget all the people staring at him, and the intense feelings she was making him experience soon pushed his embarrassment out of his mind.

Before long, Akami had finished exploring every last bit of his erection, which meant that technically speaking, the procedure was over. But since the doctor didn't tell or motion her to stop, she kept stroking. Only now she didn't even make a pretense of performing a medical procedure, and increasingly did it just for Alan's pleasure, and her own. She'd never been in such a situation before, but found it quite arousing. She had to fight to try to keep her breathing at least somewhat normal, if only for appearances.

Susan meanwhile was extremely agitated. She'd never had an incestuous thought in her life. But staring at her son's penis being jacked off only a few feet away was beginning to have the inevitable, natural effect on her libido. She was even more aghast to see all the pre-cum dripping, and hear the sound of Akami's hands sloshing and squishing through all that sexual fluid.

Susan was in denial, mentally refusing to even contemplate the thought that she could be turned on by her son's big erection. She ignored the fact that her nipples were painfully hard and her panties were getting wet. Instead, she told herself, I'm merely curious to make sure there's nothing wrong with my son's sexual organs. That's no sin, is it? Isn't it my responsibility as a parent to make sure everything is okay... down there?

The fact that it's so... big... and throbbing... Well, that really, never mind about that. I just need to check on this procedure, which, if I didn't know better, looks awfully sexual.

She kept staring at it, and then turning away. But after a while it became clear no one was paying attention to what she was looking at, least of all Alan who still had his eyes firmly shut, so she started gawking more openly.

She unconsciously squatted down behind Akami to have a better look. She continued to move her head closer and closer, as if she was a perfectly attentive student of the procedure. The squishy sound of Akami's hands sliding up and down seemed as loud as the roar of a train engine to her. The wet stain on her panties grew larger.

The doctor continued to ramble on about what to look for, unnatural bends and so forth, but in fact, Susan couldn't focus on his words. He could have been speaking Swahili, for all she knew. Soon, her mouth was only about a foot from the tip of her son's penis.

She began to idly think, It's so close. I could almost reach out and touch it. Just like what the nurse is doing. ... No, not like that! That's too sexual. But just to touch it, just to see... Do penises really get this big? I thought my husband's was typical, but this is maybe twice the size of Ron's!

But right then, she noticed that all movement had stopped. She came out of her mental fog enough to hear the doctor say to the nurse, "Thank you, Ms. Fubuki. Sorry for making you go through that."

Akami pulled back and sat back in her seat. She was so excited that she couldn't hide her panting, nor the flushed look on her face. It wasn't every day she got to play with a teenaged boy's privates, let alone in front of an audience like this.

Susan sat back so as well, in imitation. She was still completely transfixed by Alan's erection though, so she didn't even notice how blatantly aroused Akami was.

Alan had kept his eyes closed the entire time. Dang! I have to cum so bad! Why did she have to stop right then? I was so close! ... But on the other hand, there's Mom. It's probably a good thing we stopped. Where would the cum go, for one thing? Why, it would probably just fly in the air and hit Akami in the face, since she's so close I can feel her breath on me.

He found the idea of that happening intensely arousing and had to steel himself from cumming, even though he wasn't being stroked any more.

Finally, he regained some semblance of control over his still very excited erection. He opened his eyes up and looked around. He noticed Susan was intently staring at the ceiling. Huh, that's funny. Akami and Mom both look like they're, well ... bothered or something. Embarrassed? Is that why their faces are red and they're huffing and puffing like that? Did I do something wrong? Maybe my mom is angry with me? But why? I'm just following orders.

The doctor seems pretty calm and collected, though. That was weird, though. Was that really some kind of medical procedure? I hope the doctor's not gay.

Dr. Fredrickson in fact stood a ways off and had tried to look in the direction of Alan's penis as little as possible. He was very uncomfortable with the whole situation, but the lure of Suzanne's voluptuous body still drove him on.

The doctor said, "That completes the examination of the penis. Naturally, Alan felt some arousal, but that can't be helped, since the penis is such a sexually sensitive organ. However, it is also important to periodically check the scrotum. One must be particularly careful about testicular cancer, but there is a way to check for that..."

Before too long, Akami's hands were on him again, this time focusing on his testicles.

Alan had grown flaccid upon seeing all the people around him, but Akami's renewed attentions soon took care of that. In all the times he'd masturbated, he'd never played with his balls, but now he found they could be a very powerful erogenous zone. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and again found his mind overwhelmed by sheer pleasure.

A couple times, the doctor asked Alan to cough. He was trying to keep up at least a vague pretense that a scrotum check was being conducted.

However, Akami had other ideas. She used one hand to massage his balls and the other began stroking his penis again.

Neither Alan nor his mother stopped to consider why she was doing this, since there was no real need to maintain his erection at this point, but both of them were having an incredibly difficult time thinking straight about anything.

Again, Akami took many times longer than such a check would normally take. She still didn't understand why the doctor wanted her to do this, but now that she'd started she wanted to have fun with it. Several times, he coughed or gave her sharp looks to try to get her to stop, but she pretended not to notice his subtle signals.

Alan and Susan were lost in their own worlds and completely oblivious about the non-verbal battle going on between doctor and nurse.

Finally, just as Alan felt he could take no more and would shoot his jism all over the crowded room, the doctor announced that the testicular check was done. There was no way Akami could avoid that, so her hands reluctantly brought their rubbing to a halt.

Soon the situation was back to normal. The mood of forbidden sexual excitement in the room slowly faded.

Alan was incredibly relieved that the doctor asked him to put his underwear back on.

Dr. Fredrickson had let all the stroking and fondling go on so long mostly to test Susan's reaction. He could tell she was aroused, but just how much? He couldn't help but notice the great curves under all her clothes and wondered if it might be possible to somehow lay her too. Hot damn! Between Suzanne and Alan's mother here, I don't know if I've ever seen two sexier women in my life. And that's with all these layers of clothes still on. What would either of them look like naked? I shudder to think. But unfortunately Susan here is married and I don't know how to deal with the prudish and faithful types. If only I could take advantage of her obvious intense lust right now, but how?

The doctor lectured to Alan and Susan while Alan finished putting all his clothes back on. He explained more about the need for periodic checkups. He said that both of them should come back in a month, and they would take more hormonal tests. They could discuss the results by phone a few days after that. Then they would continue with monthly appointments for the time being. He didn't mention anything more about the need for more home penis abnormality checks, to the great relief of Susan in particular.

He then happily pronounced that Alan's penis did not appear to be abnormal in any way, and that everything about it was fine, including its length. But then, in saying that, he realized that they had forgotten to measure it.

He thought to himself, I have to admit, this is all really turning me on. I guess I'm just a randy goat, like everyone says. I especially liked seeing the looks on the faces of Akami and Alan's mother. Susan is so gorgeous, and the way she looks so painfully tortured but secretly aroused by her own son is such a turn on. I wish I had a picture of how she looked when I asked her to touch her son's penis. I must be a twisted fuck, but why don't I just drag this out a little more? I'll say we have to measure the penis, and hey, we can even ask for a sperm sample. And who knows, if I keep stoking Susan's fire through her son, maybe I'll eventually get a piece of her myself.

In an authoritative doctor's voice, he said, "Sorry, Alan, it just occurred to me we need to measure your penis. We forgot to do that. Could you please take off your pants again?"

To his horror, Alan realized he would need to get hard again. As he took off his pants and shorts for the second time and exposed his flaccidness, he took a look at Akami.

She smiled at him and winked. "Would you like me to help you with that?" she asked seductively. "We'll have to measure its full length, correct, doctor?"

"Correct," Dr. Fredrickson said in a neutral tone. "Oh, and I'm being so forgetful today. Naturally, we'll need a sperm sample as well."

Alan was half hard by the time Akami put her hands back on his dick. It grew completely hard not long after.

Alan was puzzled. He thought the point was to measure his erection, but now that he was fully erect, Akami just continued stroking and stroking.

Dr. Fredrickson, trying to draw things out some more, said to Akami, "Nurse, make sure he's at his maximum length." He turned to Susan. "A lot of people assume that a male reaches the same length with each erection. Not true. One erection can be significantly longer and harder than another. We need the absolute maximum for our records."

"I see," Susan said, her voice quivering with excitement. She was completely transfixed by the site of Akami's hands sliding up and down, up and down, hypnotically. She no longer paid any attention to who might notice her staring. Her nipples were so erect they hurt. (That actually validated the doctor's point in her mind, because she guessed that her nipples were more erect than they'd ever been before).

Akami face drew so close to his penis that he could feel her increasingly ragged breath on it.

The doctor said, "Nurse, why don't you, uh, say some suggestive things to make sure we get the best measurement."

"Yes, doctor," she replied clinically. Then her voice turned to complete lust as she said to Alan, "Kiddo, you've got a really nice dick here. I just love to stroke it. It looks tasty, too. Phew" - she exhaled loudly and strongly, making sure the air blew right onto the sensitive skin at the top of his erection. "I wonder what it would be like to put it in my mouth. What if I sucked on it like a lollipop, would you like that? Would you shoot a big load down my-"

"THANK you!" Dr. Fredrickson interrupted rudely, shutting Akami up. He'd been closely watching Susan's reaction, and it looked like she was so shocked by Akami's words that she was about to pass out. He knew things had gone too far too fast, so he tried to tone it down. He added in a more normal voice, "I think we can definitely say it's at maximum length, or close to it. Time to measure, but damn! Where's my ruler? Just a second, I think it's in the other room. Please keep him like that till I get back. I'm so forgetful today."

After the doctor left, Akami gave Alan a sexy wink. She kept on stroking with one hand, and fondling his balls with the other.

Alan hadn't been thinking about Akami's feelings, he cluelessly assumed she was just a nurse doing her job. But between the wink and her arousing words, it suddenly occurred to him that the whole procedure might be more than a little exciting for her in some way as well. For a complete virgin like Alan, this was easily the most sexual experience he'd ever had. He was staggered by that realization that he was somehow giving someone else sexual pleasure as well.

Susan's breath had become ragged. She was fascinated at the way pre-cum was now dribbling out of the tip of Alan's penis so much that it seemed like he'd climaxed already. The only times she ever made love to her husband was in the dark in the missionary position, mostly because she'd been raised to believe that the only permissible sex was that which could possibly lead to procreation. She'd never given her husband a single hand job or blowjob, so she was unfamiliar - and completely fascinated - by such sights.

The doctor quickly returned, to everyone's disappointment. (He was worried Alan would climax before the measurement could be taken.) He took out a ruler and gave it to Akami.

Akami had devilish timing. It seemed to Alan that if she would have stroked him another second or two, he would have completely emptied his balls of all his cum. But for long moments she merely held him lightly at the tip while she measured his penis.

She finally announced, "Seven and three-fourths inches, doctor. Maybe seven and seven-eighths."

"Let's call it eight," the doctor said generously.

Alan himself didn't know until that moment how long it was. I guess that's better than normal, he thought to himself, not really sure what normal was. He had some vague notion that six was average, but on the other hand, all the boys in the porn stories he read on the Internet seemed to have nine or ten inch ones, and even though he figured there was some exaggeration there, the stories had left him with the impression that penises that long were a lot more common than they really were.

Susan decided Alan was about three inches longer than her husband's, which was the only other penis she was at all familiar with. But Alan's erection was not just longer, it was a lot thicker.

Susan still looked like she was on the verge of a complete freak out. So, as much as Dr. Fredrickson got his jollies from sexually torturing her by proxy, he realized he couldn't push his luck too much. He told Alan to put his pants back on again. Then he gave him a cup and told him that he could use the bathroom to produce a sperm sample. The doctor figured that to have Akami help create the sperm sample right in front of Susan would definitely be way over the lines of decorum.

Alan waddled off to the bathroom, and was able to get off literally in seconds. Just a few minutes earlier he'd said he couldn't masturbate in a strange place, but he was so worked up by now that he didn't even stop to think about that kind of problem. All he had to do was think about Akami's fingers around his penis and he began shooting his cum into the cup.

Interestingly, he gave little or no thought about his mother. For years now, he'd considered her off limits as an object of masturbatory fantasy. He might have felt differently if he had some glimmer of how intensely she'd been staring at his penis, but his eyes had been closed throughout most of his examination, or he'd been staring at Akami and her hands.

He did think of Susan after he was done, but only in terms of guilt. She was so prudish and religiously conservative that he had a strong feeling that he'd have to suffer through a long lecture about the evils of masturbation and sex in general all the way home.

CHAPTER 5

Alan and Susan gave their thanks to the doctor and walked out into the waiting room, where they figured they would set the time for the next appointment with the receptionist. But to their surprise, there was no receptionist. What was even more surprising was that Suzanne was there instead, reading a magazine in the waiting room.

"Suzanne!" said Susan, in sudden and great embarrassment. She immediately thought about Alan's new medical arrangement, and wondered what Suzanne would think if she knew. Will I have to tell her? How can I keep it a secret from my best friend when I tell her all my secrets? Oh, how dreadful! I think I'll just die. How can I tell that I stared at Alan's... Oh, I can't even think about it!

Susan's face grew red as she considered the implications. So did Alan's. Little did they know how much Suzanne already knew.

Suzanne stood up and smiled happily. "Surprised to see me, eh? I'm not surprised to see you. I wanted to know exactly how my idea of Alan seeing Dr. Fredrickson about his problem went. I scheduled my own doctor's appointment right after yours, so I could hear it immediately and straight from the horse's mouth."

"Uh, that's great," said Susan slowly, stalling for time. "Thanks. ... Uh, for your concern."

She was furiously trying to think of what she would tell her best friend. She was grateful that no one else was around because she felt like sin was clearly written on her face. In fact it was after 5:00 p.m., since their appointment had taken much longer than the few minutes it was supposed to.

"So what's the verdict?" Suzanne asked the two of them eagerly, pretending not to notice their great awkwardness. "Don't keep me waiting! Does the doctor have a cure for Alan's problem?"

That question made both Alan and Susan blush. Neither had the guts to explain.

Suzanne prodded, "You were in there a long time, Sweetie." (That was her affectionate nickname for Alan.) "What were you doing all that time?"

I imagine I shouldn't say that the nurse was rubbing my penis off and on for about 20 minutes, thought Alan to himself. God, she basically gave me a handjob. How do I explain that to Aunt Suzy?

"It went well!" he said suddenly, as he plastered a big, fake smile on his face and tried to bluff his way through. "The doctor said that I could be treated, and that I would be having a lot more energy in a short time, even though the treatment would be a bit, uh, unusual..." He began to frown and blush as he considered that thought.

"Wonderful!" screamed Suzanne. She immediately hugged Alan, and then Susan. Naturally, neither of them realized just how happy Suzanne really was, because Alan's comment about the unusual treatment told her that they had successfully fallen for her six orgasms a day scheme. Soon I won't be just hugging him, she thought to herself. He's going to be mine. All mine!

She pulled back from her hugs, and said with a suddenly serious face, "But what's this about unusual treatment? What are they going to do to you, Sweetie?" she asked Alan with false naiveté, as she put her face close to his, and brushed his hair out of his eyes in a motherly fashion.

Both Alan and Susan looked at each other. The same thought was on their minds - what to tell Suzanne?

Suzanne was like Alan's second parent - much more so than Alan's own father. Alan even frequently called her "Aunt Suzy," although she wasn't actually related. The thought hadn't crossed anyone's minds to consult Alan's father about their decision today, and he probably couldn't have been reached by phone overseas any time soon even if they tried.

Alan and Susan both knew that there was no way that the truth could be kept from Suzanne for long. Once she wanted something, she almost always got her way, and she clearly wanted to know about their appointment. But both were too shy to actually explain at that moment, especially since they were in a public place.

Susan and Alan exchanged knowing looks with each other, and then Susan said to Suzanne, "It's quite top secret. Can you promise to keep a secret, and I mean, swear utterly honestly that you won't tell another soul?"

"Of course!" She feigned cluelessness. "What's all this about? What could it possibly be that requires all the secrecy?"

Just then, Akami opened the door to the waiting room.

Susan jumped a little in fright.

The nurse said, "Mrs. Suzanne Pestridge? The doctor is ready to see you."

Suzanne turned to Akami and said brightly, "That's me!" She then turned to the other two and said, "I have to go. Can I ask the doctor about it? I'm sure he can explain the medical details better than anyone."

Alan and his mother looked at each other again, made another nonverbal communication of agreement, and then Susan said, "Okay, but afterwards come straight to our place so we can discuss this further. I'm really kind of up in arms and I... Well, I'll explain it to you later."

"Okay," said Suzanne happily, and then kissing them both on the cheek, she left the room with Akami.

Susan was greatly relieved. If the doctor broke the news to Suzanne, that meant she didn't have to. She prayed though, that the doctor kept his explanation clinical.

CHAPTER 6

Akami put Suzanne in the same room where Alan and Susan had just been, and told her the doctor would be with her shortly. She then went off and found Dr. Fredrickson in his private office.

"Wilt," Akami said, using the doctor's first name in a quiet and polite voice, "that patient Suzanne Pestridge is waiting for you. But before you go in there" - her voice suddenly changed to a pissed off tone, even as she kept the volume down - "will you tell me just what the fuck is going on?"

The doctor looked up at her, but not in surprise - he knew that this was coming sooner or later.

Lacking an immediate response from him, Akami continued, "We're next to a nursing home, and almost all your patients are old. But then suddenly you have this young man, and now this sexy woman, scheduled back to back. And they're scheduled right when the receptionist left early, and this patient is here after hours to boot. I just checked and there's no paperwork on either of their cases. None at all! Not to mention, rubbing a penis is hardly normal procedure for an ears, nose, and throat specialist like yourself! You warned me to 'roll with the punches' but I wasn't expecting THAT!"

She asked with increasing indignation, "What the hell is going on? Don't tell me that was a normal check up you just did. Some bizarre story about how that young man has to orgasm six times a day, which I've never seen in any medical literature, and then you have me rub his penis for such a long time! Not that I minded that last part at all. But you've never done anything remotely like this!"

The doctor replied, "You're right about all that. And you're a pretty smart woman, so can you figure out what it all means?" He sat back, steepled his fingers under his chin in a thoughtful pose, and watched Akami.

"Hmm," said Akami, still in an angry huff. "This woman, Mrs. Pestridge, she seems to know the other two quite well. I overheard that they're going to let her know about his secret, which surprised me. It seemed like she already knew something though. Her reaction was strange, and ... too happy. I guess ... maybe ... Maybe she got you to make up the whole story in the first place. And you agreed, because... I guess, she is pretty damn hot, and doubtless she promised you sex in return."

"Bingo," said Dr. Fredrickson. "You're a smart cookie. You don't mind, do you? You know you're far from the only one I have sex with. Amongst others, there's the little matter of my wife. This woman will get what she wants from me, and then move on."

"Yeah, I realize that," said Akami. "But I can still be pissed off about it! Especially because this is such a violation of your professional code of ethics. You've never done anything like this before! In spite of your sleeping around on your own time, we run a very professional outfit here."

The doctor replied in a chagrined tone. "I know. I'm kind of shocked myself that I agreed to do what she wanted. But can you show me any straight male who would turn down a request from that woman Suzanne? And think about it. The way I figure, no one is being hurt here. Think about why Mrs. Pestridge wants the story spun in the first place."

Akami deduced the case some more. "Let's see - he has to ejaculate six times a day. No one will know, probably, except the mother and her friend Suzanne. So the mother will have to get the other woman to sexually assist the son sooner or later, given the way you presented the whole situation."

"Bingo again," smiled Dr. Fredrickson. "The young man is shy and has never even kissed a girl. So he'll be happy. He'll get to sleep with an incredibly beautiful, sexually experienced woman. If he knew what I was doing for him, he'd probably name his firstborn after me, ha-ha!"

Akami frowned skeptically.

He continued, "The woman, Mrs. Pestridge, told me she has had a series of unsatisfying affairs and is in love with Alan. So she'll be happy. It's win-win for everyone. And it will be done in a way so that the mother Susan not only won't be upset, but she'll be positively appreciative of her friend's help. The odds of getting caught are nearly zero, because she's in on it and can influence whatever the other two think. I have to admit, it's a pretty brilliant plan. So why not? No harm, no foul, right?"

"But will those two really buy it? Are they that dumb?"

"No. Susan's only of average intelligence but Alan's pretty smart. He's in the gifted track and all that. However, Suzanne says not to worry because they're both very moral and trusting. And don't underestimate how much people implicitly trust doctors. But if all else fails, Suzanne says she's got it covered."

"Hmm," Akami huffed. "It's a good thing you're not as scheming as that wily woman. Otherwise, you'd get yourself a young clientele and be fucking every patient that came in the door before long."

"Be careful giving me such ideas, heh-heh!" he interjected, amusing himself.

"And," she continued, "I don't want to share you with anyone, your wife be damned." She came around to his chair as she said this, and slid her arms around him. "Actually, I find the whole idea of what you're doing to this kid kind of hot. Especially when you let me jack him off. However, if you want my silence and cooperation, there's one thing you'll have to do."

"What's that?"

"I enjoyed torturing that boy today, especially in front of his mother. It made me want to do all kinds of nasty things, and right away. So send that redhead schemer away! Tell her you'll do her some other time. ... That's one thing. There are actually two things. The second thing is, I want to play with the boy some more. Tell them that I've taken charge of this case, and allow me to have fun with them in the future. And we'll have lots of appointments! That'll be another win-win. I saw how uncomfortable you were with the idea of having to touch him there." She grabbed his penis through his pants as she said "there" to emphasize the point.

The doctor was pleased at her relatively light terms, as she really had him over a barrel. "Okay, as long as you can keep it cool, okay? No fucking him in front of his mother or anything like that. We don't want her to snap and call the authorities, right?"

"No problem," she replied as she ran her hands over his chest. "I just like torturing and teasing him, especially with her watching. I've never done that before. I promise you, I'll be as cool as a cucumber."

He ran his hand over her face and down her arm. "No you won't! You're a sex maniac."

As if to prove his point, she stepped back, began unbuttoning her clothes, and taking off her bra. "So what if I am?" Akami said defiantly as she grabbed at one of her boobs.

The doctor heaved a sigh at the beauty of his tempting nurse. "Cucumbers certainly aren't cool by the time you're done with them. But okay, we'll be in on this together. This is so much more interesting than all those old women with their runny noses, don't you think?"

He got up and went to talk to Suzanne and send her away. He had a hard time getting his boner not to show.

Akami finished taking her bra off and began masturbating before he even left the room. That was smoking hot today! Alan was so innocent that teasing him couldn't be more devilishly fun. I'll be great to it again, plus a lot more. And Wilt is a cad, but he's my cad. I can't wait for the good doctor to come back here and give me the love injection I so desperately need!

CHAPTER 7

Susan and Alan got in their BMW and drove away from the doctor's office. Neither could quite believe what had happened. Both had a lot of thoughts buzzing around their heads, and neither spoke to the other for a while.

Susan was mostly thinking about the wisdom (or lack thereof) in telling Suzanne everything. She hoped the doctor toned it down and didn't describe how long her son's penis had been stroked by the nurse. But images of that stroking kept intruding on her thoughts. She didn't really consciously think of it as her son's penis, per se. She was just so blown away by the idea of any penis being massaged at all, that she couldn't get past that.

She hadn't had any sex in a very long time. Her husband was home a month a year at the most. When he did come home, they had sex, perhaps, on the night he returned, and that was it. But it was entirely going through the motions, the way some people feel obliged to go to church once or twice a year, for Easter and Christmas. And because of the way she was raised it was the most vanilla sex imaginable, with the missionary position the only allowed position.

Unlike her naughty best friend Suzanne, Susan had hardly even given a thought to having an affair. Several years earlier, Suzanne had picked someone out for Susan and pushed her to have an affair, but Susan found she couldn't go through with it. She had been conditioned against it far too strongly. She really didn't miss her husband sexually that much when he was on his long trips because she honestly didn't think about sex that much.

So what happened in the doctor's office ignited the first truly intense sexual feelings Susan had felt in years. About the only exciting erotic moments she'd had in recent years was when Suzanne would, in the strictest of confidence, tell all the intimate details of her affairs. But that wasn't the same thing as seeing a real live penis up close.

She was so absorbed by these problems that she hardly gave any thought to the wisdom of choosing one of the doctor's "solutions" for Alan's "problem" over the other, or foregoing the whole thing. She didn't even consider the possibility that the doctor had been putting them on. After all, virtually everyone instinctively trusts a doctor, especially when the doctor has a nurse who is in complete agreement.

Alan also didn't question what had happened, because he was so sexually blown away. All he could think of was Akami. He had developed a sudden crush on her. That was no surprise given that he'd never even been kissed and suddenly found himself being jacked off by a beautiful woman. Holy Cow. That was beyond my wildest imaginings. Her wise and piercing eyes are incredibly attractive. True, I couldn't see a whole lot of her body through her nurse uniform, but I'll bet every inch of her is beautiful just the same. I can't wait until my next appointment already! I just hope Mom doesn't have to go. Well, at least Mom isn't giving me her usual lecture about the evils of sex.

He looked over at her. She seems a bit wigged out, to be honest. She's probably really going to tear into me later.

I can't believe it'll take a whole month! he thought over and over in the car.

On the other hand, he also felt incredibly embarrassed and ashamed by what had just happened. And that made him think about his future situation, because it occurred to him that he probably had more embarrassments in store. For one thing, he would have to find some female to help him out with his sexual stimulation every single day. Rather than finding this idea exciting, he found it depressing, because he foresaw nothing but rejection.

The main reason he had never kissed a girl was because he was only attracted to one girl at his school. Her name was Christine Anderssen, and they were reasonably good acquaintances, since they shared most of the same classes. But he hadn't let on at all that he was interested in her, and he was convinced that she wasn't romantically interested in him. She was both very beautiful and intelligent, so much so that he was convinced she was "out of his league."

No doubt, Mom will insist I immediately ask someone out. What will I do? How can I get out of it? It'll be a miracle if Christine wants to go out with me in the first place. The idea that she would then ever agree to sexually satisfy me three or more times a day is completely laughable!

So most of his brain was occupied with that conundrum. The idea of having to orgasm six or more times a day was so bizarre and unreal that Alan didn't think about it much, or ponder the implications.

His mother, though, was already thinking ahead in at least one respect. Rather than drive home directly, she directed the car toward the local multimedia superstore. As they were getting close to it, she finally spoke.

"Tiger, are you okay with this? I know it must have been a really strange doctor's visit for you. I know it was for me. But I'm sure the doctor knows what he's doing." She looked shell-shocked as well as concerned while she spoke to him.

"Yes," answered Alan in a flat tone. He was still rather shocked, too.

"Yes, you're okay with this?"

"Yes," he said again. "It's just, I dunno... so weird. Like what that nurse Akami did to me today. I didn't know they did that in doctor's offices!"

"I didn't know that either," said his mother with great understatement. "But when you think about it, what else could be done? They did have to check all those things since your treatment involves your... you-know-what. You're lucky that as a man you don't have to go to a gynecologist, because doctors are forced to do extremely intimate things to us women sometimes, too. And more often than not it's done by a male doctor. Though luckily I've always managed to avoid that, thank the Lord. So this is the male version of that, I suppose."

"Yeah," he replied, somewhat wistfully, still thinking about how good it all felt. Suddenly he realized they were pulling into a parking lot.

"Why are we stopping here?"

"I was just thinking, Tiger, that you're going to need to stimulate yourself." Even saying that much made the prim woman blush some more. "You may need some, uh, visual aids, to help you out, so I thought we could pick some up here."

At that, he blushed too. Her attitude towards sex had rubbed off on him more than a little, even though their religious beliefs were quite different (Susan remained a devout Christian while Alan had to be dragged to church), and even though Alan thought he was "cool" about such things.

She reached over and held his hand, and gave it a squeeze. They often held hands to show their closeness and support for each other.

"I know this may be a bit much for you, Son, but let's get it over with already and then let things get back to normal, okay? This is clearly something you're going to need, if not now then down the line, so let's be done with it. You go pick out some magazines, and I'll get some videos for you. Bring the magazines to me, and I'll pay for them."

She continued, "I would normally never be caught dead buying this dirty stuff, but I'd do anything to help you out, Tiger. I'll get embarrassed standing in front of the cashier so you don't have to. We'll both have to help each other out to get through this awkward phase, but I'm sure it will all be back to normal soon enough again. Since Suzanne knows, I'm sure she'll do everything she can to help you out, too."

Susan had no idea just how ironic that last statement was.

Another thought crossed Susan's mind and gave her great concern. What about my Angel?

Katherine (who Susan had nicknamed "Angel") was not only Alan's sister, but also his very close friend and a junior in the same high school, so she was bound to find out what would be happening before too long. Alan, Susan, Suzanne and Katherine were all close as could be to each other, and Suzanne's daughter Amy was usually right there with them as well.

Katherine will find out one way or another. No doubt she'll feel really badly for him and want to help him out, but how can she? I hope and pray she doesn't offer to help Alan attain sexual relief somehow. No way! I'll forbid it, and in any case she would never suggest such a thing. I can't believe I'm even having these thoughts. She's his sister - that's totally sick! Even though they technically aren't related, it's still sick.

Susan wasn't fertile, and both Alan and Katherine were adopted not long after birth. Funnily enough, even though they weren't related to each other or their parents, they all bore a certain physical likeness to each other. For instance, they all had the same dark brown hair.

She cleared her mind of such thoughts and said, "Come on, it'll be over quickly." They went into the store.

CHAPTER 8

Buying the pornography went fairly uneventfully. Both Alan and Susan grabbed more or less the first things they came across and got out of the store in record time.

When they got home after another mostly silent ride, they found Suzanne and Katherine already at home. (Suzanne was so close to the Plummer family that not only did she come and go using her own key, but she also often didn't even bother to knock. It was like she lived there, though she never slept there.)

It was almost dinnertime, so Suzanne couldn't stay long. She'd have to go back to her own home and cook dinner for her husband and two children. It had gotten to be so that dinner was practically the only time the members of her family ever got together.

After dinner, her husband Eric and her two children, Brad and Amy, would all scurry away to their respective rooms and go back to doing whatever it was they were doing before dinner. Then Suzanne would usually go over to the Plummer's house. Sometimes Amy would come over as well, especially since Katherine and Amy were as close or closer than most sisters.

Suzanne had been sitting in the living room, impatiently waiting for Susan and Alan to return. When the two walked through the door, even before saying their hellos, Suzanne said, "Alan, I see now what you mean by 'unusual treatment.' I can't believe it!"

"Hi, Aunt Suzy. I can't believe it either," Alan responded.

They all sat down and began talking.

Susan said it would be better if Katherine attended as well, so she went to find her.

Suzanne meanwhile called a restaurant for take out food for her own family. She realized this discussion was likely to take a while, given that Katherine was involved.

Alan was fairly shocked that Katherine would be told the secret as well, but he kept silent about it. When he thought about it, he realized she would learn about it one way another so it was best to get it all out in the open.

Katherine came into the room still wearing the clothes she wore at school, which looked more like something from a strict and formal boarding school uniform than the typical attire of a Southern California public high school student. It was almost comical how square and repressed she and the rest of the Plummer family appeared.

They had to tell the story from the very beginning, for Katherine's benefit.

Susan gave an extremely edited version of the appointment, focusing on the medical discussion and strange diagnosis.

Suzanne knew better from a brief but more honest accounting Dr. Fredrickson had given her, but she didn't let on what she knew.

Alan looked closely at his sister to gauge her reaction to his "six times a day" predicament, but she appeared very pokerfaced about the whole thing.

By the end of their conversation, it almost felt as if his situation had always been that way and the group grew strangely jovial.

Suzanne in particular made a couple of surprisingly off color masturbation jokes, which everyone thought were hilarious.

For instance, Susan made the comment, "I'm not worried - I'm sure Alan will have a girlfriend soon who can help out with this situation. Soon he'll be beating them off with a stick."

Suzanne quipped, "He'll be beating off soon in any case."

Susan cried out, "Suzanne! I'm shocked!" because she was. She blushed deeply. But even as she said that, she couldn't help but laugh along with the others.

Even Suzanne could hardly believe she said that. But she thought to herself, It's high time this bunch starts to loosen up sexually in a big way. I need to start chipping away, and even little jokes like that will help.

Alan, naturally, was mortified by any reference to his masturbation whatsoever.

It occurred to Alan that the nervousness about the whole situation was being relieved through humor. There was a heavy tension hanging in the room, and just about anything appeared to be funny.

When the group broke up and people started to head to their own rooms, Katherine said, "Alan, we know what you're going to have to do right now in there!"

Everyone laughed some more.

He turned red faced and glum, but didn't let them see it.

Alan momentarily pondered, I wonder what it would be like for Katherine to help me with my problem. Dang, I can't believe what I'm thinking! I mean, she is pretty cute. And she's a pretty great sister all around. But thinking about her that way is just wrong. To even be thinking what I'm thinking now - Sis would kill me if she knew.

It was almost like Alan and Katherine were twins, because they were born only months apart (having come from two different families before being adopted). They were also emotionally close, like many twins. They teased each other a bit, but playfully, and they hardly ever fought. Like Alan, Katherine was in the gifted track in almost all her classes, but she was a grade below him at school because she was slightly younger.

She was not only smart, she was beautiful. It was quite hard to tell how attractive she really was though, except for her angelic face, due to her absurdly out of date clothing style that she'd inherited from her mother. But underneath all those clothes there lay a tall, curvy, and firm body. It seemed like she inherited her body from Susan as well, even though she was adopted. She felt almost freakishly tall compared to her classmates, though in fact her body wasn't gangly.

Like her mother, she had long, straight, dark brown hair and brown eyes. She had generous breasts, though they couldn't compare with the behemoths of Suzanne or her mother. She was now five foot eleven, the same as her mother and two inches short of Alan, and threatening to grow more.

But like a lot of teenaged girls her age, she was unsure about herself, and lacking self confidence. Even though she was in the gifted track at school, her grades were merely adequate because she didn't put much time into homework.

She worried she wasn't pretty enough, because not many boys asked her out. Feeling awkward about her body, she tried to hide it. Ironically, this was a vicious circle, because guys generally were put off by her prudish dress and demeanor. Even though it was obvious through her clothes that she had a fit and curvy body, the boys assumed she was some kind of religious nut and she'd never put out.

In recent years, she'd begun to fight this image somewhat. She'd made an effort to join the "in crowd" by joining the cheerleading squad. However, this was a very recent development - she'd become a cheerleader just weeks before with the start of the school year. About the only time she ever wore anything remotely revealing was when she was cheerleading. But the strategy was starting to work, because boys were noticing her now and asking her out much more frequently since the school year started.

Alan had also started to notice her body for the first time, thanks to her cheerleading practices. His mind continued to slip into thoughts about her, against his will.

As Alan walked upstairs after the group meeting, he thought, Having Katherine rub my penis would be just as mind-blowing as having Suzanne or Susan do it. But no way would that ever happen. She's so demure and refined. Even though she is quite a cutie. Those cheerleading outfits are so scandalously revealing! She's in shape, that's for sure. Those legs... I shouldn't even be thinking these thoughts, not even as a fantasy...

Oh my gosh - what am I doing thinking of Susan or Suzanne helping me that way, for that matter?! Sis is always teasing me about being a weirdo, for this or that small thing. I must really BE a weirdo to be thinking like this. I have to get my mind out of the gutter, now!

Alan went back to his room to find the porno videos and magazines already placed there by his mother. Susan was off in the kitchen cooking a very late dinner, and Suzanne had gone home by this time.

He thought to himself, It's no joke. I really do have to masturbate tonight, and then six more times tomorrow, and six every day after that. Six frigging times! No wonder my mom got me all this porno stuff. I mean, I enjoy doing this, but I don't think I've ever actually done it six times in one day in my life! I guess I really am some kind of asexual, hormone-deprived freak. I don't think this is going to work, but I have to give it a try.

He started looking through the video boxes and the magazines. He couldn't actually watch the videos right then, since he didn't have a television in his room. So he idly flipped through the magazines as he pondered on how much his life had changed in a matter of hours.

Eventually he turned off the lights and got naked under his bed sheets - the only way he was used to masturbating - and began thinking about Akami. He knew that with the thought of her hands so lovingly caressing his penis fresh in his mind, he didn't need porn videos or magazines.

He finally got into it, and was just about to cum when he heard a knock on the door.

"Hey Big Brother, Mom says it's time for dinner." It was Katherine.

That quickly made him flaccid.

She waited for a response, but after not getting one quickly, she queried, "Alan, are you in there?"

"Yeah." By the frustrated and resigned tone in his voice for that one word, she instantly realized what he must be doing.

"OH. You're doing THAT." She started giggling uproariously on the other side of the door.

"It's not funny!" he said crossly. "Please cut me some slack. I'm not having an easy time with this, okay?"

"Okay, I'm sorry," she said in a more serious tone.

"I have to kind of... finish up here. Can you tell Mom I'll be there in a few minutes?"

She giggled some more, but then realized that was probably making him feel worse. "Sorry, I can't help it. Sure, I'll go tell Mom."

He had to start his masturbating all over again, and eventually was able to cum into some tissues. He washed his hands, and then he went quickly to dinner. It was very strange sitting down with his mother and sister. Both were obviously aware that he just finished masturbating mere minutes before. He wondered if they could in fact smell it on him.

"Tiger," said his mother, "do you want to talk about this new situation any further?"

"No, I've had enough talking for one day. Let's just call it an early night and talk about it tomorrow. Sheesh."

There was an awkward silence, but then his sister thankfully ended it by talking excitedly about her day at school. Alan was greatly relieved, and hardly said a word until the meal was done.

He went back to his room, and tried to jerk off several more times that night. He achieved three more orgasms, thinking of Akami the whole time. By the time he went to sleep that night, his penis was somewhat sore and didn't want to respond, but he was still one short of the required six.

He realized, I'll have to pace myself through the day, every day, if I'm gonna make my goals. I'll have to masturbate immediately upon waking every morning, and then, ideally, once more before going to school. School ran from eight in the morning until three in the afternoon, and he saw no chances for sexual relief during those hours. So that means I still have to do it four more times in the evening or afternoon after getting home. That's a lot of times! There's just no way, especially since I don't even have a girlfriend.

Normally he got home and immediately took a nap, so he could masturbate again before falling asleep and then after waking up. That would still leave two or three more times. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I should try to masturbate again before returning to sleep. That could help me to save up a "surplus" for days when I'm below average. ... I wonder ... how soon until I become tired of all this masturbating? There's just no way I can do it every day. No friggin' way.

CHAPTER 9 

While Alan was masturbating, Suzanne was on the other side of town thinking about him. She'd gone to a hotel room to keep her part of her deal with Dr. Fredrickson. But even as he was fucking her, she was thinking more and more about Alan.

This guy isn't half bad, she thought while he shook and thrust above her. A deal's a deal, and I have to uphold my half of the bargain. He knows what he's doing in bed. A year ago even, I might have toyed around with him for months before I got bored of him. But I'm already bored, ten minutes into our first fuck of the night. He's just not Alan! I've got it bad for my Sweetie.

"Oh yeah! Like that!" she moaned. "Harder!" But inwardly she chuckled. Gotta keep up appearances. I wonder what he'd think if I really spoke my mind and cried out, "Boooor-ring!" He kind of looks vaguely like an older Alan, I gotta give him that. And the physical pleasure is there. I probably won't have to fake an orgasm, at least. But I want my Sweetie! These country club types - doctors, lawyers, businessmen - they're so fake. They always leave their wives unhappy because they only love themselves. Just like my husband, as a matter of fact. For once in my life, I want to make love to someone I actually love! I don't care about the age difference. It's Alan or nobody!

I hope you enjoy this, mister, because this is the last time for me. This is the end of my aimless affairs. From now on, the next man I'm going to fuck is my Sweetie! I take that back. We're not going to fuck - we're going to make love. I'm going to love him all up! THEN, we're going to fuck. A lot, heh-heh! And once I've got him, I'm never going to let go.

The doctor cried out, "Oh yeah, baby! So tight!"

Suzanne did the mental equivalent of rolling her eyes. "Oh yeah, baby!" How cliché. I've been there, done that. Boooor-ring!

Out loud, she cried, "Push it! Deep!" She closed her eyes and decided it would be more bearable if she imagined it were Alan on top of her. She knew many sexual tricks to increase a man's pleasure, but didn't use any of them. She didn't want the doctor to get too attracted to her.

Dr. Fredrickson certainly felt he got a good deal out of his lie. Even when she was on autopilot, Suzanne was a great fuck.

She also was a great actress. For instance, Alan didn't have the slightest clue she was interested in him; there was no flirtation, nothing. She wanted to keep it that way, until it was time for the next phase of her scheme.

CHAPTER 10  (Tuesday, Sept. 17 - Sunday, Sept. 22)

Alan meanwhile found himself with the strange chore of having to masturbate six times a day, rain or shine. He set himself a schedule, and followed it for the next six days.

Alan managed to keep his masturbation sessions completely private and no one said anything, to his great relief.

His family was so shy about talking about such things that the additional discussion they should have had about his situation was put off until the next day, and then put off again, and again.

Really it required Suzanne to be the initiator for this kind of thing, but she thought, I'll wait a couple of days, so the others can begin to get a sense of what six times a day really means. Then I'll be able to steer the talk and action better. The more time that goes by, the more receptive the others will be to my naughty ideas, heh-heh.

However, during this time, things in the Plummer house slowly started to change. There was a slow dawning on everyone's part that Alan would likely need help to maintain his six times a day pace - a lot of help. Even if he did get himself a girlfriend, which seemed extremely unlikely, chances were that person wouldn't be enough.

Suzanne, of course, was hoping for that outcome all along. Susan still was oblivious on a conscious level, though she was starting to see her son in a sexual way on a deeper level. Amy was also oblivious, because her mother Suzanne had a hard time thinking of her in a sexual way and so had made sure that Amy didn't know what was going on.

That left Katherine. She had a secret she buried so deep that not even the very perceptive Suzanne had realized it. Namely, she lusted after her brother.

On the surface, this seemed very unlikely. What would one of the school's beautiful new cheerleaders find arousing in her nerdy and sexually clueless brother? But Suzanne wasn't the only one who'd noticed the recent changes in Alan's body. All that swimming and tennis had done him good. Furthermore, she just loved him all around as a person. They'd pretty much been best friends since they could talk. She always found herself comparing the boys she went out with to her brother, and the other boys always came up wanting.

As a result, she had little interest in other boys. She'd been dating recently mostly because it was what she was expected to do. Cheerleaders didn't just stay home every night. She dressed conservatively mostly out of some sense that she was keeping herself for Alan.

Yet at the same time, she was deeply ashamed by these feelings because she figured Alan would never reciprocate. Her low self-confidence was a big reason for the depth of her pessimism. But she also figured that even if he did, to get intimate with him would break her mother's heart. Even if Susan never found out, Katherine loved Susan so much that she would have felt terribly guilty about what she would think.

But with Alan's medical diagnosis, Katherine began to realize she might have an excuse to help Alan cum, and her mother not only might not get upset, but could theoretically approve of the idea.

She was still very tentative, but ideas and fantasies began to form. She'd always dressed conservatively at home as well as outside because she'd been trying to suppress her impossible love. But now she started to dress a bit more provocatively.

Previously, she'd made a conscious effort to hide her luscious body around him, because she figured that if Alan started lusting after her, that would only make her own lusts harder to bear. Even though she frequently swam in their backyard pool to stay in shape, she went out of her way to only swim when he wasn't at home.

But a couple of days after he started his masturbation schedule, she lingered in the pool until a time she knew he would get home. It so happened that Alan also wanted to take a swim, so she kept herself inconspicuous until he stood just a few feet from the pool, and then she pulled herself out of the water with a big splash so there was no way he could miss her anymore.

"Sis!" he exclaimed. "What are YOU doing here?"

She stood before him, dripping wet in a dark blue one-piece bathing suit. "Um, I live here," she giggled. "And I believe it's called swimming in the pool."

"I know that, but geez... I mean, it's just..." He couldn't figure out to say what he really wanted to ask her, which was why was she violating the unspoken but well known rule not to show any "skin" around each other.

Even though her bathing suit was shockingly conservative by Southern California standards, it showed off much more of his sister than Alan was used to seeing. Her slick wetness and hard nipples jutting through the suit made her look even more desirable in his eyes than the few times he'd seen her in her cheerleading outfit. Plus, he usually saw her in that outfit from a distance, but now she was standing jut a couple of feet away.

His penis grew hard and now he had a big problem in trying to hide that bulge from her eyes. Rather than ask any questions, he decided for quick action and dove into the pool.

Katherine was amused and flattered at how flustered he was. She was even more flattered to see the outline of his erection before he launched himself into the water. She immediately resolved to show herself off to him a lot more in the near future.

As Alan swam, he snuck peeks of Katherine drying herself off with a big yellow towel by the side of the pool. He thought, I've tried so hard - for years! - not to think about Sis or Mom in a sexual way. God knows they're both gorgeous enough. Too gorgeous. And now this. Sis not only didn't scurry off like I would have expected, but she was practically flaunting her stuff as she stood there defiantly in front of me. Maaaaan... I hope this doesn't mean I'm going to have more incestuous dreams. I hate it when that happens.

He looked over where she was still drying herself off. Dang! Sis is built! I just pray she's not showing herself off on purpose to help me out with my new medical treatment. If she does, I'm so screwed. I can't allow myself to think of her or Mom that way. I can't!

But the next day, nearly the exact same thing happened when Alan came home and wanted to go swimming again. He knew something was up for sure, but he still couldn't figure out how to talk about such an awkward subject.

The next night, four nights after Alan's diagnosis, Alan burst into Katherine's room to ask her a question. Her room was right across the hall from his, and since he'd heard music playing, he hadn't bothered to knock. "Hey, Sis," he started to say, but then the words stuck in his throat.

It was only one hour after dinner, but she was already wearing just a nightgown. And it wasn't a nightgown that left much to the imagination.

Katherine turned to the door where he still stood and smiled at him. "Yes? Cat got your tongue?"

Alan blushed. "Um, no, er, well, uh..." His flaccid penis rocketed into a fully erect position within seconds. He was more worried over how he could adjust his shorts to cover up the blatantly obvious bulge that had formed there than he was thinking of what to say.

She giggled. "Something wrong?"

Suddenly he blurted out, "I'm so sorry!" But he couldn't stop staring. Dang! Sis is HOT! And shit! I can see her nipples and everything! This is a thousand times worse than seeing her in that blue bathing suit. DAMN!

"Sorry? What for? Your face is turning all red. Oh, I know what it is. You're probably not used to seeing me dressed in something like this."

"No," he squeaked out. "No, I'm not."

She giggled some more. "I guess I'm flattered then. You don't mind, do you?"

He shook his head no vigorously. Otherwise, he continued to stand there like an idiot, wondering how obvious his erection looked and if his sister had noticed it yet. He was slowly trying to put a hand in a pocket without her noticing. Shit. I am so in lust right now. This is probably gonna cost me years of therapy when I'm older. But I can't help it! My sister is a cheerleader, and she's so close to being naked!

She giggled. "I'll take it that you like." Seeing him nod just as enthusiastically, she smiled, then turned a bit more serious. "The thing is, I was thinking... It's kind of odd for Mom and I to dress like nuns when you're spanking the monkey every hour, don't you think?"

Alan was shocked. "Sis! What did you just say? Are you trying to humiliate me?"

"No! Not at all. You know I'd never hurt you. A bad attempt at a joke. Sorry. But it's still a fact, isn't it. If you're gonna loosen up sexually, why can't I? We're becoming adults. Why do I always have to dress like I just stepped in from a blizzard? Frankly, this is a lot more comfy."

"Um..." Alan didn't know what to say to that. "Good point," he finally managed. Eager to change the topic, he sat down in a chair and asked the question he'd come in for. In the process, he also managed to hide his erection by sitting down.

But Katherine didn't miss his big bulge. Not by a long shot. When he'd gone, she thought, A-ha! He DOES find me sexy. It's just a matter of how I dress. Or not dress, heh-heh! Cool! I just love giving him those insta-boners, heh-heh.

But then she paused and thought, But where am I going with this? Aren't I just torturing myself, bringing myself closer to what can never be?

She answered her own question, True, but this isn't just for me. I'll bet he goes back to his room and he DOES spank his monkey. And maybe that helps him reach his six times target a little bit easier. Isn't that what friends are for?

She waited a couple of minutes, then snuck across the hall and put her ear to her brother's door. She couldn't hear anything, but then she got a cup and put it to the door and her ear to it. Sure enough, she just barely made out a dull rhythmic thumping.

Flush with that success, she made it a habit to dress very casually before school (where she might run into Alan coming or going to the bathroom but not Susan, since Susan had her own bathroom), and after dinner (where, again, she was unlikely to run into Susan instead). In fact, two nights later, she took things a bit further. Again playing music on her stereo after dinner, she hoped that Alan would come into her room for some reason or another.

Eventually he did, but he was a mannered boy, and remembering what happened last time, he was careful to knock.

Katherine sprang into action. She stood up and began undressing.

Alan, assuming from the music that she had to be awake but probably on the phone since she didn't respond, just walked in. He caught her in the process of taking off her lacy and partially transparent underwear (actually, she'd been frozen in that position until she heard the door open). He was mortified at violating her privacy like that.

But she acted like there was no problem. She hooked her bra strap back on her shoulder and pulled her panties up as she replied, "Oh, hi Big Bro. I didn't hear you there. What's up?"

"Oh sorry! Geez."

She nervously joked, "We have to stop meeting like this."

"Oh man! I'm sooo sorry! Really, really sorry. I'd better go." He turned and started to close the door.

But Katherine said, "Hold on! Where are you going?"

Alan froze and turned back, but he kept a hand over his eyes like she was the sun and he was trying prevent himself from going blind by staring in her direction. "Um, I just had a question. Sorry for barging in like that. I'll go now."

She giggled, pleased at his chivalry. But she barked, "Nonsense. Take your hand down, unless you think I'm too ugly to look at."

"But you're wearing undies," he protested. The fingers on his eyes were spreading just a bit, allowing him to peek through some.

"So? You could see more of me in a bikini in the backyard pool. So what's up?"

Alan took his hand away and tried in vain not to stare. Even though she had her underwear securely in place, he could see the dark patch where her bush was, and there were other dark marks allowing him to know just where her nipples were.

He couldn't figure things out. She had never worn underwear like that before, nor did she wear nightgowns like the one she had on earlier. Strangest of all was that she didn't mind him staring at her. Though he couldn't find an explanation, the more he thought and the more he looked, the more aroused he became.

And so they talked while Alan against tried to hide a raging erection. Only now it was starting to hit him what a gorgeous sister he had.

Bikinis and pools played a big part in Katherine's new efforts. It seemed like every time he went for a swim, she was usually right there.

It was a gradual process, but he was starting to see her in a new way. True, he'd secretly lusted for her in the past, but he truly did fight it. She (and Susan) were always so bundled up that he could keep his forbidden lusts in check. But now, Katherine was on display so frequently and so impressively that he found it harder and harder to get her out of his mind. In short, his resistance was wearing down.

CHAPTER 11

Meanwhile, Suzanne had been waiting for the right time to make her next move. The doctor's appointment had been on a Monday, but it wasn't until nearly a week later that she deemed it time to move forward.

After dinner on Sunday night, Suzanne was over at the Plummers and her daughter Amy was not, so it was a good opportunity for a talk.

Suzanne's task was made easier when Susan began the discussion. The two mothers sat with Alan and Katherine in the living room after a TV show they all had been watching just ended. Susan and Katherine were dressed normally, but Suzanne was dressed to the nines in a silky black evening gown.

Susan said, "Suzanne, I think you'll agree with me. Don't you think it's high time that, in light of my son's new situation, he asks a girl out?"

"Ugggghh!" said Alan with a heavy sigh. "I was afraid you were going to say that eventually." He sighed again. "Look, I've already given this a lot of consideration. A TON of consideration. As you all know since we're such a gossipy family, the only girl at school I'm really interested in is Christine. And she won't have anything to do with me."

"We all know that, Tiger," said his mother. All three females there knew the details of his life nearly as well as he did. "But how can you be sure she'll say no unless you ask her?"

His sister butted in to defend her brother. "Mom, I see Christine all the time at school, okay? She's so aloof. She's like an ice queen goddess or something. In fact, that's what everyone calls her, Ice Queen Christine. A lot of guys want to ask her out, but nobody's had the guts. Nobody that I know of, at least. You're not asking an easy thing here. If I were a guy, I would be waaaaay intimidated!"

Suzanne stood up and began pacing about in front of Alan. She responded, "Yeah, but you have to admit that if she did want to go out with someone, who else would it be if not Alan? And she never dates, and must want to date someone. I'll bet she's jealous of someone like you, Katherine."

Katherine's new status as a varsity cheerleader automatically made her very popular with the guys, so suddenly she had no shortage of guys wanting to date her. But she'd turned down all but the most refined and respectable of suitors.

Alan found himself exceedingly distracted by Suzanne's sexy dress. Still, he answered, "I tell you she'd shoot me down. It's just not happening, okay? It's like she's Ms. Universe or whatever the title is, and I'm Quasimodo. Forget it. " He sighed heavily.

Susan piped in, "Why then don't you ask someone else out, and work your way up to Christine?"

"Who else?" he asked desperately. "There is nobody else I'm interested in." That wasn't true - he also had a crush on Gloria Rhymer, his attractive history teacher, but he could hardly ask his own teacher out for a date.

Suzanne preened, with an arm raised up to better show herself off. "Too bad I'm not twenty years younger, or I'd go out with you and I'd definitely make it worth your while. Heck, I'd still be happy to show you a good time at any age." She winked as she added, "My husband's just going to have to learn to share."

Alan was floored by that, and nearly completely forgot about his current crisis. "Um, ah..." he stammered. His penis started to grow erect.

Susan insisted, "We could help you find someone, Tiger. We HAVE to find someone. You just can't handle this ... medical situation ... all by yourself."

Suzanne cut in. She went forward, bent over, put her hand on Alan's knee, and said, "No, you're going to need help reaching your daily climaxes. A lot of help. But don't worry, I'll lend a hand." Her hand on his knee started to stroke its way up and down Alan's leg, mostly up.

Alan found himself fully hard as he noticed the way Suzanne was stroking his thigh to the way he'd sometimes dreamed of her stroking his erection. And with her leaning over him, he couldn't help but notice how hard and protruding her nipples that way. He idly wondered what made them that way.

But Susan tore him back to his predicament by saying, "See? Everyone here is so eager to help you. Between Suzanne and I, we can put our radar out there, and find out if there's someone who likes you. Katherine, you could help with that too, couldn't you?"

"No!" Alan interrupted. "I can't ask someone out if I don't really like them. I just don't work that way. I have to feel very strongly about the person."

Katherine responded, "Well then, we know there is one other at school that fits that description. A certain older woman." She giggled.

Alan blushed. He knew his sister was alluding to his crush on his teacher Ms. Rhymer. He'd had a crush on her for two years, ever since he had a class with her in the tenth grade.

"Hey, I thought I told you that in complete secrecy!" he wailed.

"I'm sooo jealous," Suzanne cooed in a sensual moan while she continued to stroke Alan's thigh. "Although it does turn me on that you're attracted to older women. Ms. Rhymer doesn't know how lucky she is."

"Aaaargh!" Alan exclaimed as his teacher's name was mentioned. Between what was being discussed and the way Suzanne was practically coming on to him, he hardly knew up from down.

Susan spoke up, "We all know, Tiger. Suzanne and I were talking about it just the other day, in fact. I'm afraid your heart is an open book around here."

"Rrrrarrggh!" He shook his fists in frustration. "As if things aren't embarrassing enough, you have to bring that up. Alan's silly teacher crush. Nyah nyah nyah. I feel so exposed, I might as well just walk around completely naked!"

Suzanne inwardly chuckled with glee, imagining him literally doing just that. Delicious! If only! Hold your horses, Suzanne. You'll see this young hunk parading around naked soon enough if you play your cards right. She said in her sexy growl, "That sounds delicious. All in favor, raise their hands." She chucked as she raised her hand.

Alan was both relieved and disappointed that Suzanne stopped stroking his leg to raise her hand. She partly made up for it by striking another sexy pose, though.

"Sorry, Bro," Katherine started to say.

But Alan cut her off. "Look. What you're asking for is impossible. Impossible!"

Suzanne bent over him again, practically touching his face with her dangling and barely contained breasts. She put a hand on his shoulder and another on his thigh. "Sweetie, please? Pretty please? Won't you try, for me?"

Alan couldn't think straight. Suzanne's hands seemed to be all over him, gently coaxing and stroking. Her perfume was fogging his brain and she was staring right into his eyes. He worried that her wandering hands would soon come across his protruding erection. If she touched him there, he was liable to cum on the spot, and that would be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him. To his great alarm, one of her hands was just inches away from his bulge, and getting close.

He suddenly blurted out, "All right, all right! I know that you all are going to keep pressuring me and pressuring me until I give in and ask someone out. So I'd better do it sooner rather than later and get it over with. I'll ask Christine out tomorrow."

"Great!" All the women gathered round and began hugging him, talking, and even high-fiving each other. They were a very spirited family.

A short time later, Susan cornered Suzanne in the kitchen for a private chat. "Um, Suzanne, I, uh... I couldn't help but notice that you're wearing a fancy evening gown. ... And, uh, you're not going to any kind of charity ball or something like that later, are you?"

"No."

"And, uh, you seemed to be, um, around Alan earlier, well..." Susan was blushing profusely and was too embarrassed to ask what she wanted to.

Susan saw her friend's plight and helped out with straight talk. "Susan, yes, I'm dressing that way on purpose around Alan, to help him reach his daily target. But it's not only that. I've told you many times before that if you want to get a man to do something, you need to use your feminine wiles and attributes. He was adamant about not asking out Christine until I turned on the charm. Then he crumbled like a cookie. Did you see?"

"I did. But is that, uh..."

"Susan, that's a form a helping out, too. When you know what you want, you just have to go out and make it happen. Plus, I killed two birds with one stone. Did you see him rush to his room right after we finished talking? What do you suppose he did up there?"

Susan blushed a deep red as she clearly envisioned her son masturbating.

Alan did quickly get off thinking about Suzanne, but all too soon his depression returned as he realized he'd made a commitment to ask out the feared "Christine, the Ice Queen." He went back downstairs because that seemed better than ruminating about his problem on his own.

The others spent the rest of the evening giving him advice, and building up his confidence.

Alan acted optimistic around the three women, but it was just an act. He felt like someone who had already been sentenced to the gallows the next morning.




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