6 Times a Day

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The meal went on for a while without any new difficulties. With Glory busy eating, Katherine had a chance to gawk at her without being detected. She thought, Wow. Glory's outfit is so daring. I mean we all wear stuff that's sexier than it around the house, but she went OUT in it. You can see so much of her breasts! If I wore a dress like that... She glanced down at herself. I'd show a lot more. Hee-hee. FINALLY I'm not the runt of the litter!

She smiled a bit, but then almost immediately had a flash of guilt. Glory can't help how big her tits are any more than I can! I shouldn't even THINK things like that. Besides, her boobs are, like, so perfectly round and well-formed. And in class all the guys ever do is drool at her, so I bet she's not that intimidated.

But Katherine was incorrect about Glory not feeling intimidated. Whenever Glory looked at the women around the table, she had a small nagging feeling she didn't quite measure up to the others, both statistically and in terms of emotional commitment.

Still, despite that minor dark cloud, Glory was surprised how much she felt like a part of "the gang." Aside from Alan, she'd only previously dealt with the others in a very formal manner. For instance, she'd taught both Amy and Katherine, but they were just faces in her classes, no more special than any other students. But Alan had told her some things about Susan and Katherine especially, and much more importantly, the others all knew a startling amount about her from what Alan had already told them.

This really hit home for Glory when the meal came to an end and dessert was brought out. It was angelfood cake with Peanut Butter Cup ice cream and a bowl of fruit consisting of mostly watermelon and kiwis.

She looked at the desert and thought, My favorite kind of cake. And my favorite ice cream. And I just loooove watermelon and kiwis! She said aloud, "Hey! Wait a minute. These are all my favorite desserts. This can't just be a coincidence. How did you know?"

Susan beamed, happy that they'd hit the bull's-eye with the desserts. She nodded at her son. "My Tiger told me, of course."

Glory turned to Alan. "And how did YOU know? I don't remember telling you."

Alan admitted, "I don't know when, but I remembered from something or other. It was probably way back. Just think, Glory, we've been friends for two years now. As your favorite teacher's pet, I got to talk to you for hours and hours and hours." He chuckled as he said, "I probably know more about you than you do."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Glory just nodded, thinking, He's right. And he's obviously shared a great deal with everyone else here. So even though I feel like I hardly know most of them, THEY think of me as an old friend. How odd. No wonder I feel so at home here. And when they were asking me all those basic questions about my life earlier, I'll bet they all knew most of the answers already. Tricky!

The big meal had gone down with a lot of wine, and now the dessert resulted in the drinking of yet more dessert wine.

The dessert finally came to an end and everyone sat back and slouched some, all of them enjoying the feeling of fullness after eating a very good and sizable meal.

Alan unbuckled his belt a notch and patted himself on the stomach. Aaaaah! ... This is the life. Sex, sex, and more sex is all well and good, and I certainly wouldn't change a minute about anything that's happened to me in the last two months. But I'm looking forward to an afternoon with no sex in it and in fact absolutely nothing for me to do at all. I can feel a big fat nap coming on. Mmmm... Glory was feeling a happy buzz (as were the others) and her guard was down, causing her curiosity to finally get the best of her. She asked, "I've been thinking about this all day. And if it's rude to ask, please just say so. But I keep wondering: HOW do you make this whole multiple lover thing work? I just can't see it working."

There were a lot of nervous glances back and forth between the others, and Glory noticed that most of them were directed at Suzanne as they looked to her for guidance about what to say. Even Alan looked to her and suddenly seemed more like a boy than a man.

Suzanne finally decided to field the question for the group. "Well... To be honest, it does have its difficulties. But the important thing is that we all love each other, and with love, you know, well, it's really true that love conquers all."

Suzanne impulsively reached out her hands to the two people closest to her and held their hands. Within seconds, everyone made a ring of hands around the table and included Glory in it. The glow of love and happiness Glory saw on the faces of the five people around her as they reaffirmed Suzanne's words with loving glances between each other was so bright that it practically could have lit up a dark room.

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Glory thought, Geez, that's so corny, yet obviously sincere. I don't know whether to gag or cry tears of joy. She wouldn't admit it consciously, but she felt a strong tug to feel that kind of unconditional love in her life too.

She probed with another question, "I hate to pry, but I was under the impression that Alan would be the one in charge of your group and that's the way you'd keep order, by deferring to him. But that's not what I've seen today. If anything, Suzanne seems in charge. Is that true?" Susan answered proudly, "Alan is definitely the man of the house! We all love him and look up to him. He's so strong and handsome and clever that how can any of us resist when..." Suzanne could see where Susan was going with that and stomped hard on Susan's foot before she could start gushing about the joys of being tamed by her son's big cock. She seamlessly continued Susan's sentence for her: "...he really puts his foot down? But the thing is, he does that so rarely. You know Alan as well as anyone. You know he's just not the bossy, asshole type. He likes to go with the flow. That's why decisions are often left up to me."

Glory thought it was fishy how Suzanne took over the conversation like that. She wanted to know what Susan had been about to say.

But Suzanne cruised ahead, leaving Glory no time to think. "That's why I'm so keen to have your help, Glory. It's just like I told you before. We all love Alan so much that we find it hard to tell him no sometimes, and he loves us too much to be bossy, so we can become a bit of a leaderless blob. Like when it comes to getting him to do his homework, for instance, he doesn't have a stern authority figure to say, 'Finish your work right now, or else.' That's why, Glory, I'm hoping you and I can work together to institute a kind of 'tough love' regimen. We should figure out exactly what his daily workload is, what areas he needs help in the most, put together a schedule, and make sure he sticks to it with strategically applied carrots and

sticks."

Suzanne was clever indeed in managing to steer the conversation away from contentious relationship issues to the relatively safer topic of homework.

Glory though, was having trouble following along because she was so taken by Suzanne. While the others talked homework, she thought, "Carrots and sticks." I know where Alan can strategically apply HIS stick when he's around me! And with Suzanne there, what if the reward for finishing his homework is that he gets to have both of us at the same time?

Her heart began to beat harder, more from thinking about Suzanne than Alan. What if Alan forces me to do things with Suzanne? Sexual things. Nasty, naughty, dirty, terribly sexual things! What if he forced us to kiss on the lips with our bodies all naked and oiled up and then grind our-

"What do you think, Glory?"

Glory snapped out of her daydream thoughts as she heard someone ask her a question. She didn't know what it was about but assumed it had to do with the homework idea mentioned half a minute before, so she made some general remarks about that.

Meanwhile, she was chastising herself. There I go again, thinking about Suzanne in "that way." I'm not a lesbian, not at all! I hear that sometimes perfectly straight guys can get aroused watching old footage of Elvis Presley - it's not the gender they're responding to, it's the pure sensuality, the aura. That's what it must be with the way I feel around Suzanne. It's not that I'm thinking about actually getting physical with her; it's that I'm responding to her constant sensual vibe. I mean, I look at Susan and objectively she's just as stunning as Suzanne. In fact, their bodies are near mirrors of each other. But Susan doesn't do anything for me. Why is that? But then just one look at Suzanne and I get all weak in the knees! Why is THAT?!

Glory was getting increasingly flustered. She was tipsy and feeling loose as a goose. Now that she'd started thinking of Suzanne in "that way" she couldn't stop thinking about her or even keep her eyes off her, and she was petrified that Suzanne or someone else would notice. Meanwhile, the smell of Alan's cum seemed to be growing stronger and stronger (which was true, as the air freshener was wearing off), and sitting right next to Alan was proving to be just as distracting to her as being near Suzanne.

The others were still discussing Alan and homework, and normally Glory would have been a chatterbox about it. But her thoughts were scattered and she was only giving short answers

when directly questioned.

She decided, I need to get out of here before I do something foolish! I have to get out in the fresh air, away from the smell of his cum! She whiffed the air again. God, that boy must be one horny little bugger. Maybe it's just my imagination, or the alcohol, but it seems like the whole house smells like his

penis!

She made her excuses to leave, and soon everyone was standing and guiding her to the front door. But she was frustrated because she wanted out, away from the cum smell and all the sexy and gorgeous people around her, but the group seemed to move in slow motion towards the front of the house, chatting all the way.

It took five or so minutes, but Glory finally found herself at the front door. To her great relief, Alan opened it and that let in more fresh air. She felt like she was just about home free. But that brought a new problem to her mind, one that she'd been suppressing all throughout her visit. Now what's going to happen with Alan? I thought this visit might help clarify my feelings about him, but I'm just as torn as ever.

On the verge of saying a final goodbye, she abruptly blurted out, "One last thing. I just gotta know. I mean, um, er, how do you all do it? Sexually, I mean? I mean, look! There's one of Alan and four of you, and we all know he plays around elsewhere quite a lot. And you're all women with what I can only assume are some strong sexual needs. How can he keep you satisfied? I just don't get it."

Suzanne stepped forward to answer that, carefully stepping on Susan's foot as she did so. She answered very diplomatically, carefully avoiding topics such as lesbianism. "Good question. Some of it is that Alan is a very sexually active young man, as you know. But a lot of it is just that we have to lower our expectations sometimes. I might have to be only half as active as I'd like to be, for instance. But I'd rather have only ten percent of Alan than 100 percent of anyone else, because that's how much I love him, and how good he makes me feel. Does that answer

your question?"

Glory stared at Suzanne, and then at the other women who were all fervently nodding in agreement. She nodded. "Yes it does. Thanks. And sorry for being so forward with my questions. But your group is just so... fascinating. And with that, I should probably get going.

Thanks again for the lovely time-"

Katherine had been fairly quiet for some time, so everyone was surprised when she stepped up from the back of the group to stand right in front of Glory and said dramatically to her, "I know what you're thinking! You're wondering how you can have Alan in your life, but it just doesn't seem to work! How can you share him with so many? How is that possible? Well, I'm telling you, it's very possible!"

Suzanne had just tried to step on Katherine's foot but it didn't have an effect. She was feeling panicky, thinking, We're soooooo close; we've almost made it without any huge mistakes. She's right at the front door; we can't blow it now!

She stepped forward and grabbed Katherine by the arm. Using Susan's term of endearment,

she said, "Angel, really-"

But Katherine was building up a head of steam and defiantly pushed Suzanne's hand away.

"Let me talk! This is important! Glory, don't walk out of here without Alan in your life and in your arms. Don't be a fool!"

Again, Suzanne tried to grab her, saying, "Please, I'm sure Glory can make up her own mind-"

But Katherine blew her off again. "Look, Glory, Alan needs you. He's too nice a guy to try to push you into anything, but he does! I've been a fool too. I tried to keep him all to myself. Even now I get so jealous. To answer your question, I want him all the time and it drives me mad when I can't have him. But my needs aren't the most important ones here. He's my brother, and I love him, and I only want what's best for him!" Having said that, she started to

get all choked up.

Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she continued with even more emotional angst in her

voice, "I've been so jealous, I've made a mess of things lately. It's time I pay my dues. Glory,

if you're giving up on him because you don't think he can be with you often enough, I'll give

my share to you!"

All the others looked at Katherine with shell-shocked amazement, except for Glory, who blinked in surprise and didn't quite understand. "Your share? What do you mean?"

"I mean, until the end of the school year, I'll just have to go without sex. I don't know how I'll

do it, but somehow I'll manage. I must! Alan needs you and I can't let you just walk away! If he

gives you double the attention, believe me, you'll forget about the rest of us and you'll never be more satisfied!"

Now Alan stepped forward and grabbed Katherine by her other arm. "Sis, what are you doing?!

You don't have to do this."

She stared at him lovingly. "No, I don't, but I want to! Don't you see I love you? Maybe this is how I can prove just how much I care."

Alan protested, "I won't allow it! This is insane!"

Then Glory said, "Katherine, thank you. I'm touched by your generous offer. I'm just,

frankly... floored by the level of love and caring shown by everyone in this house. I was so afraid to come here, but now I'm kind of sad to go. But I can't accept your offer. I'm still all torn up about where Alan and I stand and I guess we won't resolve things today, but the quantity of sex is not the decisive issue, not for me. When I came here a couple of hours ago, I was thinking the worst. Two-headed babies or something. I don't know what I was thinking... I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but Katherine, please keep having sex with your brother. What you just said is so touching, so loving; I can't stand in the way of that."

That reply upset Katherine. She really meant what she said and felt a great need to make Glory understand.

But before she could respond, Alan wrapped her in a big bear hug. "Sis! My little sister! That

was such a sweet thought. I love you more than ever!"

Had Glory not been there, Alan and Katherine certainly would have kissed, and probably

gotten a whole lot more intimate than that. But with the others watching, and especially Glory standing there, they just hugged in a platonic way.

Somehow, that one hug led to a lot of other hugs, as each woman and Alan gave Glory a

goodbye hug. It almost seemed like she was headed off to war. Again, Glory was touched and surprised at how emotionally involved she'd become with all the people here in just two or so hours of good food and lively conversation.

But finally all the goodbyes were said and Alan said to no one in particular, "Okay, time to

blow this Popsicle stand." Immediately, Susan's eyes glazed over. She started to salivate as she dreamed about blowing her favorite "Popsicle."

Luckily, Suzanne was still on alert and brought Susan back to Earth with a well-placed foot

stomp. She thought, Geez. As soon as things calm down around here, I'm really going to have to dial down her sex obsession. It's endearing, but a little too much.

Alan and Glory finally made it out the door and down the front walk. There was an unspoken

assumption that Alan would drive her home, so he walked with her, carrying her overcoat

along the way.

As they reached his car, she turned to him and smiled as she said, "Nice family." Alan just smiled back. He noticed that she'd picked up on the unmentioned fact that Suzanne

and Amy were as much a part of his family now as Katherine and Susan were.