6 Times a Day

Drunk Dargon Special 🐉 [ 9 / 12 ]

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With her arms around him, and his arms around her, she gave him a scorching kiss. Then she said, "Brother, I'm SO glad to hear that. But here's the thing: I LOVE being your fuck toy! I know that kind of lingo is an attention getter, and that's a bonus, especially since the likes of Heather are after you these days. I'm sure the competition is only going to get more intense as the word of how much fun it is playing with you can be. But I love submitting to you, regardless. Hell, I was calling myself your fuck toy long before there even WAS a competition! I was writing that in my diary, like, well over a year ago. Do you want to see?"

He was taken aback by that. "No way! You promised to skewer and roast me if I so much as looked at the cover of that thing!"

She lifted herself almost all the way off him, then suddenly re-impaled herself. She knew he was dangerously close to cumming but she simply couldn't resist. Then she whispered in his ear, "I don't know about roasting, but there seems to be a lot of skewering going on today!" She giggled while impaling herself on him again.

Then, she resumed in her normal voice. "I know. But this is a special exception. In fact, I insist. Nay, I demand it!" She pulled off him to go get her diary. But she couldn't resist yet again, and impaled herself back on him one more time. Then she really did get off the bed.

He sighed with tremendous relief. He loved the fucking and didn't want it to ever end, so now that she was off him, he hoped he could get a real strategic break that would allow him to keep going much longer.

She realized she had a problem, because she didn't want him to know where she hid her diary. (She actually had several hiding places, just to be on the safe side.) So she said, "Close your eyes. And keep 'em closed, or there will be some serious skewering and roasting. Actually, put a pillow over your face for good measure."

He closed his eyes and put the pillow over his face. But he also said, "Sis, you don't need to do this. I trust you and believe you. If you say you wrote something, then you wrote it."

She went to her stereo and put the "With the Beatles" CD on. That was an easy choice, since she loved the Beatles as much as her brother did. She said, loudly, "I'm gonna play some music, so you can't hear where I'm digging." That was true, but she was also thinking that would help cover the sound of fucking once they resumed. If Susan was listening, it was a great excuse for music.

Then, as she went to her closet, she said, "Thanks for saying that. And I'm sure you mean it. But if you see with your own eyes, you'll believe it even more. That's just human nature."

To be honest, he didn't care at all where she hid her diary. He'd known she had a diary for a long time, and while he'd teased her from time to time about looking for it, he'd never actually done so. He loved her too much to violate her privacy like that. Besides, he was happy just to rest and let his heart calm down.

A minute later, she had her diary in hand. "Okay, you can take the pillow down and open your eyes now."

He gasped loudly when he saw the diary. Then he pretended to be injured. "Aaaah! It burns!" He closed his eyes again and covered them. "It's like staring into the Sun! The pain! The pain!"

She lightly slapped his shoulder. "Cut it out. I've removed the curses and hexes for the moment, so you can look at it... briefly." She held it out to him as he opened his eyes. "You don't know what a big deal this is, Bro. I'm trusting you in a big, big way."

"I'm honored. Believe me." He took the diary from her and gazed at the cover. He asked, "What should I do?"

She said, "Don't open it just yet. Pick a number between, oh, say... one and fifty."

"Okay. Twenty-two."

She took the diary back from him and flipped to page twenty-two. She quickly scanned it, looking for the phrase "Fuck toy." She didn't find it there, but she found it on page twenty-four. "A-ha! Just two pages off. That's 'cos I used that phrase a lot. Here, check out this entry."

She handed the diary back to him and pointed where to start reading. Now that her hands were freed, she gripped his still very erect cock with one hand and lightly rubbed his sweet spot.

He read aloud, "'Dear Diary, I had another one of THOSE dreams last night. You know the ones. I don't know what caused it. Actually, I do. Brother and I watched a movie together last night. It was so sweet. We cuddled together on the same sofa with our feet on the table in front. We even shared the same blanket. Mom, Aunt Suzy, and Aims were sitting all around, but I didn't care. It was like Brother and I were in our own world.'"

He looked up and gave her a surprised look. "Wow!"

"Keep reading." She kept on jacking him off, but gently, since she was mindful that he was trying to give his penis a break.

He resumed, "'He had his arm around me, and I had mine around him. We were like a married couple! It was awesome! I so badly wanted to do more than hug. So much more! So I'm sure that's what caused the dream. Because in the dream it was just the same, except I was his Fuck Toy! I DID reach out and slip my hand into his shorts! And even though it was under the blanket, I didn't really care who saw. God! And Diary, his cock was so thick and long! I could barely get my hand around it. Or my lips around it! Because just like so many other dreams, it wasn't long before I was sucking him off!'"

He stopped reading and asked, "Now, wait a minute. When did you write this?"

"Over a year ago." She asked, "Are you gonna ask a lot of questions?"

"Probably." He looked at her stroking fingers and wondered if he should ask her to stop, so he could get more of a break. But the way she was rubbing his sweet spot felt so good that he didn't want it to end.

"Do you need to read more?"

"Um, I kind of want to, but I get the gist."

"Goody!" She tossed the diary to the floor. Then she promptly sat back in his lap, face to face, and settled down onto his cock again. "MMMM! That hits the spot!" She wiggled around a little bit, and then started humping up and down.

He chuckled to himself. So much for a prolonged break! But at least I'm doing somewhat better now. He held her hips, helping her rise and fall on him. He stared lovingly into her eyes. "You certainly are a cheeky one."

"Uppity. The word you're looking for is 'uppity.' In fact, I'm so damn uppity, maybe you need to spank me some more."

"Maybe I do." He smacked her ass cheeks a few times. But it wasn't as hard as before, since she was in constant movement, and he didn't have a good angle.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head way back. "Good God! This is the life!" She was totally blissed out, even as she kept on rising and falling on his cock.

He resumed helping with her hips. "Okay, Sis, can you tell me what that diary entry was all about? That was, like, over a year ago! Why the hell were you lusting after me way back then? I didn't give you any reason to want me whatsoever. I was in major geek mode back then. My body hadn't filled out much either. I was a skinny, dorky, virginal, geek brother."

She still had her head tilted back, as she fully luxuriated in the fucking sensations. But she managed to say, "I know. But you were MY skinny, dorky, virginal geek brother. Can't you see?" She opened her eyes and stared intently at him. "You may not have been a hunk, but you were still my very best friend and the only guy I've ever had ANY interest in. I had to go through the motions of going on a few dates - where nothing happened by the way - just so people wouldn't think I was weird."

He stared at her in wide wonder. He'd never realized that before.

She kept on ably talking, despite her slow hip churning. "It's like what you were saying about breast sizes and waist sizes and whatnot. I'm sure it helps that Mom and Aunt Suzy have the bodies of perfect supermodels, and their tits and asses are ridiculous, but don't you think you'd still love to fuck them if they were more like normal women?"

"Totally!" he said without hesitation. "I'll admit the sex bomb thing helps a lot. I guess I'd have a certain threshold in the looks department, even with you or them. But I'd be willing to overlook a lot because of the love. That's what I was saying before, about how you don't need to be my fuck toy. And you don't need Brenda-sized boobs either. I mean, you're my Kat, my Sis. That turns me on more than the sun is hot."

The fucking had mostly come to a stop as they shared an emotional moment. He remained fully sheathed in her. "I mean... like the way we were cuddled together watching that movie a year ago. We've done so much stuff like that, ever since we were in diapers. Nothing could compare to that. Nothing! We're so much closer than most brothers and sisters. Even when we were off doing different stuff, we still had this... connection. You know?"

She beamed. "I know! And that's why I lusted after you even when you were skinny and extra doofy. And it turns out I'm the submissive type, so I've had Fuck Toy type fantasies for a long time now. Since I loved you, and lusted for you, you were the one I wanted to, well, tame me." She brightened even more. "And now, unbelievably enough, YOU HAVE! I can barely believe it, but look at us now!"

She triumphantly rose up and let herself back down. They both sighed lustily. Then she resumed her incredibly arousing slow churning. She whispered near his ear, "I'm your FUCK TOY! That means you fuck me at will! At YOUR will! And I live to serve YOU! My joy is pleasuring your cock! And that's the truth. I get so much joy out of it that it's not even funny. Not to mention the countless orgasms!"

"Really?" He reached out and started playing with her clit. Even with her continual churning and gyrating on his cock, he managed to keep diddling her there.

She whispered urgently, "if you keep that up, I'm gonna cum right now!"

"I know. That's the idea. But you're not allowed to."

"WHAT?!"

"You heard what I said. That's an order. Or is this fuck toy stuff just talk?"

"Oh, FUCK!" She suddenly halted her churning, and just held him tight.

"Why did you stop?" he asked.

She pulled back and looked into his eyes. "You have to ask? Gaawwwd! If I keep going, even five seconds more, I'm totally gonna cum and cum, and cum so more! And you say I can't, you meanie! So I HAVE to stop!"

He said, "Okay, keep going, and that's an order. But don't cum! That's an order too!"

"You can't do that!" she wailed. But she resumed her sexy gyrations. In just a few seconds, she started panting hard. "Oh God! Oh God! I'm gonna cum! So hard!"

Seeing that she was bouncing on his cock quite vigorously without any help, he took his hands off her hips and started playing with her breasts.

She quietly hissed, "Fuck me! Fucking fucker! Don't do that or I'm really gonna cum!"

He grinned impishly. "Sucks to be you."

"AAARGH!" She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes in a desperate attempt to delay her orgasm a little longer. But she could tell it was a losing battle. She was slowly slipping into orgasmic oblivion.

He was determined to get her to cum. He was curious how long she could hold out, and how she'd react once she'd climaxed without permission. Besides, he was getting close to cumming himself, and he didn't want to lose control before she did. He mostly alternated between playing with her nipples and clit, but his hands seemed to be everywhere at once.

After about another minute of desperately struggling not to cum, while churning on his cock with greater and greater speed and depth (her hips couldn't help it!), she asked him between clenched teeth, "What's... gonna... happen if... I... I cum... without..."

"Permission?" he helped out.

She nodded intently.

"Why, then I guess I'll have to spank you. And not some mild love tap either. I'm talking a serious wailing, with your naked body lying across my lap!"

That was the last straw. In her erotic delirium, that sounded like a wonderful reward, not a punishment. She started cumming hard. She was actually hopeful she'd get spanked like that soon thereafter.

Alan had worked himself up into a lather too, and all her non-stop gyrations had had their effect. Once she started cumming, he couldn't hold out and he started shooting his load into her. When she felt that, that sent her off into some kind of incredible super-orgasm.

The only problem was that they were still very concerned about Susan eavesdropping. Katherine was forced to bite down on her hand, to at least somewhat stifle her screaming. Alan saw that and decided to do the same.

The two of them were remarkably quiet as their orgasms went on and on and on. It was like they were silent, or anything near to it. In fact, they were rather loud. But at least they weren't "screaming their heads off" loud, which is what they would have been had they not been fighting it so hard.

Alan's climax ended first, naturally. Katherine kept on for another minute, or even more. But his cock stayed stiff most of that time, allowing her to continue to bounce on it, helping to keep her erotic euphoria in the stratosphere.