How The Women Got Plastered and Patrick Got Busted

by Lubrican

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Chapter Six

One of the things I didn't know about Tabby was that she wanted to know what it felt like for a boy to see her naked. She hadn't told anybody about this ... it was just there. Like most girls, she thought she was very plain, at best, and probably ugly, at worst. She knew that if some boy saw her naked, she'd find out, but that was about as far as her little fantasy went. When my project came along, though, and she realized her brother would be that boy ...

That was another thing I didn't know about Tabby. She thought I was the best brother a girl could have. She sure didn't tell anybody about that, especially me! But she saw how her friends' brothers treated them, which was probably normal for any boy who didn't live in a house full of women, and she wasn't impressed. She just naturally compared them to me, who did live in a house full of women. And, when you live in a house full of women ... the women just naturally come first.

It wasn't that I tried to give her what she wanted, or anything like that. But peaceful coexistence sort of required that I be respectful, most of the time, anyway, toward all those women, and Tabby was just one of them. Don't get me wrong. We argued and had spats and all that, just like all brothers and sisters do, but, at least to her, they seemed very minor, and she felt lucky that I acted like I did. She talked to all those girls, including the ones I was interested in, or took to a dance or whatever. All she ever got from them was good reports on my behavior, which was also not what they said about other boys.

She also knew I was smarter than most guys my age. She was forever coming to me with her homework, which was sometimes difficult for her, and always easy for me. I didn't do it for her. I just explained it in terms she could understand. I found out later that, while Tabby was at Mandy Simpson's house, Mandy asked her older brother for help with math, and he laughed and said he hoped they held her back when she flunked out. Tabby brought the homework to me, and I didn't tumble to the fact that it wasn't hers, and helped her. She knew the answer, but she had to be sure, because it was Mandy's homework. Stuff like that had caused her to have very strong feelings for me.

And, she was afraid that I'd think she was ugly. When all the other women started acting goofy, after being in mom's room with me, the terror of it all got to her and she just flat refused to do it.

My mom didn't want to traumatize Tabitha, so she came up to my room, where I was putting on new shorts. Thank goodness my old ones were piled in such a way that she couldn't see the gooey white mess that was in them.

I forgot about her nose.

Anyway, there she was, with this funny look on her face, sounding like she was coming down with a cold.

"Tabby doesn't want you to take her picture," she said.

I was in no shape to put up any fuss. As far as I was concerned, one of the best things in the world ... or one of the worst ... had just happened to me.

"Okay," I said, buttoning my third pair of shorts for the day.

"I don't want you to tease her about this," said my mother.

"Okay," I said.

"I mean it, Pat!"

"Okay!" I almost shouted.

She sniffled a little more and turned around and left.

It was still an hour from bedtime, but I just stayed there, in my room, reading. I was so relaxed. I'd cum before, lots of times, but there is some kind of difference between beating off, and shooting in your pants while your first pair of naked breasts are pressed to your naked chest. I was drowsing off to sleep, about to turn off my reading lamp, when the door opened.

It was Tabby. She was dressed for bed, which meant a T shirt and panties.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked.

"Nope," I said. I had promised not to tease her, and I wasn't going to.

"How come?" she asked.

Just like a sister. Not being mad at her isn't good enough. You have to explain why you're not mad at her.

"I respect your wishes," I said.

I told you I was a genius. Sometimes, when you're a genius, the right thing just oozes out of your brain, even when you're not trying.

Of course, at that moment, I thought I had screwed up big time. Tears started rolling down her cheeks, which disgusted me, because I now knew I wasn't going to get to fall gently asleep, thinking of Aunt Christy's luscious breasts pressing against me. Instead, Tabby was going to bawl, which would bring mom, and punishment.

Then she did something that just blew me away. She ran across the room and practically climbed on top of me, moaning about how much she loved me, and what a wonderful brother I was, and how lucky she was and all that.

I was still nervous. Anybody who happened to walk by the room would think we were fighting. They might think she was winning, but, under the circumstances, that still wouldn't do me any good at all.

Then what she was saying got through to my brain. I gave her a half-hearted hug back.

"Hey," I said softly. "It's okay. Don't cry." I tried to make a joke. "Are you sure you have the right brother?"

She sat up, looking affronted.

"You're the only brother I have!" she said.

Shades of Aunt Christy. Tabitha could be very literal too.

"You want to tell me what this is all about?" I asked her.

"No," she moaned. "You'll laugh at me."

"I promise not to laugh at you," I said, crossing my chest with an index finger. I should have realized how worked up she was about this. She took my word for it, just like that!

"They all talk about you, you know," she said.

"Who does?"

"Mom, and Aunt Vanessa and Randi ... even Grandma!" She looked half confused, and half like she was telling some deep, dark secret.

"What do they say?" I asked. This was interesting, now.

"They keep saying things about how grown up you are, all of a sudden." She frowned. "It scares me."

"Why would me being grown up scare you?" I asked.

We had finally hit a point she wasn't so anxious to talk about.

"I'm just a girl. They're all grown up women!"

"Okay," I said carefully. I couldn't very well tell her she was all grown up too. She was only fifteen. She looked like a woman, but I knew she wasn't quite there yet.

"Nobody would want to see me," she said, her voice pouty.

Aha! I understood at last. She was having self confidence issues. I figured that would be the easiest thing in the world to deal with.

"You, dear sister, are quite wrong about that," I said confidently.

"Why?" she asked.

Again, I said the right thing, without even knowing it. I lied, but it was the right thing to say. "Because, dear sister, I have had to threaten dire things to at least ten guys, all of whom were plotting to rob you of your innocence."

She believed me.

"Ten?!" she whispered in awe.

"At least ten," I said, uneasily.

"Who were they?" she asked, excitedly. She leaned forward. I swear her eyes sparkled.

I was in trouble now. "I can't tell you that. I warned them off, and they agreed to give you a couple of years before they'd even think about you again. We have a pact, of sorts, and I can't break that by telling you who they are. It's the guy code."

I really am a genius. I have the test scores to prove it. That doesn't mean everything that comes out of my mouth is intelligent.

She slumped. "You're lying. Nobody wants to see me naked." Her voice said she believed that firmly.

"Aw, come on, Tabby," I said. "You're cute. In fact, you're a babe. If you weren't my sister I'd be all over you."

Sometimes the things that come out of my mouth are positively stupid.

She looked at me very seriously. "You're my brother. You're not allowed to think about me like that."

"I don't think about you like that, as my sister," I tried. "I think about you like that as me being just a guy, and you being just a girl."

Could I possibly dig myself any deeper?

Of course, I didn't know how she thought about me, which wasn't all that much different than the silly thing I had just said.

"Oh, okay, then," she said.

I didn't goggle at her, but it was only by accident.

"I just get afraid that, if you see me, you'll laugh, or something. I couldn't take it if you laughed at me." She was being very serious, and I knew it.

"I don't think you have to worry about that," I said. "You're a Turner woman, after all."

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"It means that all the other Turner women have been hotties," I said, honestly.

"You mean, when they're showing you their boobs," she said.

"I mean then, and after that, when they get dressed again," I said, again, honestly.

"They all acted weird, after you took their pictures," said my little sister.

"What do you mean?"

She described what they'd said, and how Aunt Vanessa fanned her face.

"And Aunt Christy! I swear she took Uncle Danny home to have sex with him!"

"You're right," I said, unthinkingly.

"How do you know?" she asked, that same look on her face, leaning forward.

"I'm not supposed to talk about it," I said, uncomfortably. "But I can tell you that she said she was going to do that."

"I knew it!" she hissed. "And all the others ... they acted like they were horny! Even Grandma!"

"I guess it's pretty hard to show your breasts to a man and not feel a little horny about it," I said. I liked talking about myself as a man.

"That's what worries me," said Tabby. "I'm afraid you'll think I'm too small, or that they're ugly or something.

"You want to know something about guys?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Guys like boobs." I looked at her. "It's just that simple. There might be some idiot out there who might not fall in love with your boobs, but I doubt seriously that you could find him, even if you tried."

"Do you really think so?" she asked.

"I want to see them," I said, testing the waters.

"For your project," she said.

"No, just to see them. I've wanted to see them for years."

"Get out!" she whispered.

"But you don't have to," I said. "That's the important thing for you to remember. You don't have to show them to me, or anybody else. And if some guy ever does try to get rough with you, you just let me know, cause I'll tear him up."

"I'll show them to you," she said, suddenly firm again.

"You don't have to," I said.

"I want to," she said firmly. "As long as you don't laugh at them," she added, worry back in her voice.

"You want to know a secret?" I asked.

"Yes," Eager was back.

"You can't tell anybody," I warned. "You especially can't tell Mom that I told you, and Randi, you can't tell her either."

"Why not?" she asked.

"You'll know when I tell you," I said. "Promise?"

She looked guarded, for a few seconds and then shrugged. "Okay."

"When I took pictures of them ... I got a hardon." I let that hang there.

She stared at me, her eyes going round, and showing more and more white.

"You did?" she whispered.

"Every one," I said. "Even Grandma."

"If you're lying I'll never speak to you again, I swear!" she warned me.

"Tabby, what I'm trying to tell you is that the Turner women are babes. You are a Turner woman. If you show me your boobs, I'm probably going to get a hardon for you too."

I let that hang there.

She looked down at the front of my shorts. I hadn't taken them off yet.

"If I showed them to you right now, would you ... you know?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said, honestly. "This is kind of sudden. I had all day to think about seeing the others, and then ... there they were."

"But you might?" Her voice was almost pleading.

I nodded.

She stood up and whipped off her T shirt. Just like that. Her panties were high rise bikini's too, but were plain blue cotton. They puffed out in front, looking a little odd. Tabby's breasts were most like Aunt Christy's, being round, like they had pushed the skin straight out. They were smaller, about the size of a softball, cut in half. She didn't so much have nipples, as she had big, pink mounds on the tips. I could see that there was something in the middle, but it wasn't formed. Those nipple mounds were about the size of a ping pong ball, cut in half.

As my eyes bounced around, noticing that she had definite hips, with a smaller waist, I also saw her face. She was biting her lower lip, between her teeth. She leaned forward, and her strawberry blond hair fell down, and hung to the tops of her breasts.

"Wow," I said.

"Wow?" her tone was plaintive.

"You're definitely a Turner woman," I said softly.

It was her smile that made me hard. Well, her smile finished off what her body had started.

She looked at my groin. "Is it ...?" Her voice held anguish.

"You sure you want to see?" I asked.

She nodded furiously, and her breasts, which looked so hard, like Aunt Christy's bobbed on her chest. I wondered if they felt as soft as Aunt Christy's. I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down, lifting my butt. I moved my right leg up and used my right foot to kick them off. Then I lay flat. The dowel rod was there, in my underwear, but it was lying sideways.

She pointed. "Is that it? Right there?"

I nodded.

"And it wasn't hard? Before?"

"Not until you took your shirt off," I said.

"Can I ..." She didn't finish, but she was Grandma Mona's granddaughter, so I knew what she meant.

I stuck my thumbs in the waistband of my jockeys, and pushed. Hair showed first, and she gasped.

"You're sure." I said.

She nodded again, and her breasts wobbled some more.

I lifted my hips again, and slid my jockeys to my thighs. Then I let my butt back down.

She stared. She was holding her breath, because her chest wasn't moving. Finally she had to take a breath. Her mouth opened and closed again, about three times in a row. She stepped back, and stood back up, while she backed up toward the door.

"You're the best brother in the world," she said softly. "I love you so much."

"Don't tell anybody," I said, meaning what she had just said.

"Oh, I won't!" she whispered. "They wouldn't understand. I love you so much, Pat!"

"See you tomorrow," I said, not sure what had just happened.

"You can take the pictures," she blurted. "Tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," I said. "Thanks."

"Oooo I love you so much," she whined.

Then she turned and reached for the door.

"Tabby!" I whispered as loudly as I dared.

She spun around to see me holding out her T shirt. She grinned, and darted to grab it. She wriggled into it, flashed me another of those killer smiles, and went out the door.

Tabitha had her pragmatic side, as I mentioned before. She thought nothing of coming downstairs the next morning, sitting down at the table, where the rest of us were eating, and announcing: "I changed my mind. Pat can take pictures of me today."

My mother stared at her. Randi didn't.

"You're sure?" asked my mother.

"Uh huh," said Tabby, like she didn't have a care in the world. She reached for the milk.

"Tell me when you're ready and I'll be there," said Mom.

"That's okay," said Tabby, her voice light. "I don't need you there."

"Tabitha, I want to be there," said my mother, her voice dangerous.

"Mom, it would just be too embarrassing," said Tabby calmly. "It's bad enough that Pat is going to see me. I'd just die of embarrassment if you were there too."

Randi looked at her then, and one eyebrow was raised.

"What brought this on?" asked our mother.

Tabby shrugged. "I thought about it, that's all. He's a good brother ... most of the time. I just want to help him, that's all."

My mother wasn't convinced. Not by a long shot. "You know, Tabitha, that we almost didn't let you do this in the first place. You're only fifteen."

"I know that!" said Tabby, sounding injured. "But nobody will know they're mine. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that last night you were about to have a stroke at the thought of doing this," said my mother, her voice level. "Now, all of a sudden, everything is hunky dory. What changed?"

Tabby had guts, I'll give her that.

"Last night I was afraid he'd think I was ugly," said my little sister. "I thought about it and decided that Pat wouldn't do that to me."

At least she had the sense to look at me and put a pleading look on her face. "You wouldn't do that to me ... would you?"

"How am I supposed to know?" I moaned. I thought I did it pretty genuinely too. "You can't put that kind of pressure on me! That's not fair."

"You two are up to something!" said my mother, from whom I apparently got my smarts. "I want to be there, or there will be no pictures! Is that clear?"

Tabby melted. "Okay, okay, don't have kittens. It's just embarrassing, that's all."

Neither of us were stupid. I put on a T shirt and the jeans shorts I hadn't cum in, and Tabby wore shorts too, with a T shirt. She didn't put on a bra, which I thought was pretty stupid, but my mother didn't notice. She was watching me, more than she was watching Tabby. If she'd been watching Tabby a little more, she'd have realized that her darling daughter wasn't embarrassed about this at all.

I put Tabby up against the drapes, she took the shirt off, and I took the requisite pictures. In the daylight, I saw that her nipples were more formed than I had thought. They were just pushed into those puffy pink ping pong ball mounds, which I guess were her areolas, come to think of it. I didn't waste any time. I just took the shots and said I was done.

Tabby looked at the front of my pants. So did my mother. There was both disappointment, and pride there, that day. I didn't have a boner. I was as proud of me as my mother was. Tabby was the disappointed one. I winked at her, though, and she smiled.

Mom shooed Tabby out, but grabbed my sleeve. "Hold it, buster," she said.

"What?" I asked, all innocent like.

"We're taking a trip to your room." she said.

"Okay," I said, confused. I followed her into my room, and wasn't sure I was happy or not, when she closed the door.

It turned out that her nose had finally identified the odor she'd been sniffing at, the night before. I, being a complete dunce, had left my cum-soaked shorts lying on the floor. It only took her maybe a minute to find them. When she picked them up I couldn't keep a sound from forcing its way past my vocal chords.

With dainty fingers, she peeled my shorts and underwear apart, and held the underwear up, turning them this way and that, like she was examining something she was thinking about buying. She turned around and held them out toward me.

"You want to tell me about this?"

"No," I whined.

"Patrick Jordan Turner, I want to know when this happened!" She had this amazing talent of sounding loud, even when she wasn't loud.

"It was an accident," I moaned.

"An accident with which woman?" she bored in.

"I promised not to tell," I gasped.

"She knew?!" My mother's mouth dropped open. She closed her eyes. "Who was it?"

"I promised not to tell," I whined.

She looked at me with narrowed eyes. Then she showed me where I got my intelligence.

"Well, it wasn't mother. She'd have said something. And it wasn't Tabitha, because she wasn't in here. I smelled ... I suspected something when I came to tell you about Tabby. She crossed her arms, and the cum-soaked shorts banged against her hip. She didn't seem to notice. So, it was either Vanessa, or Christy."

She looked at me, like she could look deep into my brain.

"Vanessa isn't a good enough actor, to hide something like this." She frowned. "But if it was Christy, I'd have expected her to blow her stack!" She stared at me some more. "It was Christy, wasn't it! She took off out of here like she was on fire ..." She stopped, and her eyes got wide. "That's it! She dragged Danny out of here and took him home to ..." She stopped again. Then she did the strangest thing. She came to me and stopped right in front of me.

"Are you okay, baby?" she asked. There was concern in her voice.

"I guess so," I said, not understanding what was going on.

"Oh, you poor baby," she cooed. She dropped the shorts on the floor and pulled me into her arms. "You must have just been mortified," she said softly into my ear. "Don't you worry, honey, you didn't do anything wrong."

All I could feel was those breasts of hers, pressing into my chest. I felt myself start to get stiff. I'd been able to handle Tabby, but this was too much.

"It's okay," I managed to say.

"Don't you worry. I'll talk to Christy! You can be sure of that!"

"Mom! No!" I wailed. "You can't do that."

"Why ever not?" asked my mother, thankfully pushing me away, before she felt my boner. "I'm not going to let my sister get away with teasing you so much that you ... well, I'm just not going to stand for it!"

"It wasn't like that," I moaned. "It just happened. All she did was hug me, and there wasn't anything I could do. Then she figured out that it happened, and she said it was okay, and for me not to worry about it, but that I had to change shorts quick, before Tabby got up there. She wasn't mad, Mom, and she didn't do anything wrong ..." I trailed off, and then went for broke. "Didn't you say it was normal?"

My mother stared at me. I saw doubt in her eyes. Then something else.

"Sweetheart," she said softly. "I know I told you that what happened when I was there was normal ... that it happens to all men. But this. Honey, I'm worried about you."

"Mom," I said, exasperated that everything was coming undone. "You're all so beautiful. I don't understand how Uncle Danny can take it. You guys flirt with him all the time!"

She looked shocked. Then her eyes cleared. "I suppose you're right, honey," she said. Her shoulders slumped. "It's hard ... not having a man. I suppose we're kind of hard on him. You too, it appears."

"I'm not mad, or anything," I said. "I mean sure, it was embarrassing, but really, Aunt Christy was really nice about it. You were too. I was sure you'd scream at me, and you didn't. And I was sure she'd scream at me too, but she didn't either."

"She didn't, hmmm," said my mother. "What did she say?"

I tried to look embarrassed, which wasn't all that hard. My mother had just found my cum-soaked underwear.

"She said it was kind of a compliment," I said, trying to sound shy.

"That's how I felt," said my mother softly. "I know I'm not supposed to feel that way, but it's been so long ..."

"And anyway, I'm done!" I said brightly. "Now all I have to do is get the pictures developed and I'm on my way. No more posing!"

She sat down on the bed. "No more posing," she said softly. She didn't sound as happy about that as I'd expected her to. She looked at me. "You're growing up ... you know that?"

"All us teenagers do that," I said, trying to make light of the situation.

"Pretty soon, you'll go off to college, and the only man who still gets an erection for me will be out of my life." She sounded sad, even though that was a really strange thing to say.

"I'll come home, sometimes," I said. "I'll try to get an erection for you then." I was still trying to perk her up.

She did grin, though it was a little strained. "Look at us," she said. "What a pair. A son who gets an erection over his mother's breasts, and a mother who loves it."

Now that was new information.

"Really?" I asked.

She nodded. "It isn't supposed to happen that way, baby. I'm not supposed to lust after you, and you're not supposed to lust after me."

"If it makes you feel any better, I lusted after all of them." I took another chance. "Even Grandma."

My mother's eyes got huge. Then she giggled. "You know, when I was your age, my best friend and I were talking about sex. We both decided that there was no way in the world that either of our parents still had sex. Nobody thinks about their parents having sex."

"That's not true," I said, reflexively. "I think about you having sex."

"Oh really," she said, smiling. "Who with?"

"Why do you think I got an erection?" I asked. As soon as it was out of my mouth I wanted to scream for mercy.

She went pale. "Pat, you can't have sex with me. That's crazy."

"I know that," I said. "I didn't say I wanted to have sex with you ... I just think about it. I thought about it with Aunt Christy too. You saw what happened. I can't help what I think about."

My mother's face kind of twisted a little. "Did that," she pointed to my jockeys, lying on the floor, "ever happen when you thought about me?"

"Not like that," I said.

She figured out the other way I might spurt, while thinking about her, and blushed.

"I think we're done here, young man. You should not be thinking about me that way. Do you think about your sisters like that?" She looked horrified and held up her hands. "Never mind! Don't answer that. I already have way too much information!"

She got up and picked up my jockeys. Then she walked over and bent over to pick up the shorts I'd worn over them.

"I'll just get these in the wash," she said. She saw the others lying there, the ones that the zipper broke on. She picked them up too.

"What happened here?" she asked, looking at the zipper.

"Um ... when I was taking the pictures of Aunt Vanessa ... I guess they were too old or something."

"Oh, please," she moaned. "Don't tell me Vanessa saw this."

"Okay, I won't tell you," I said.

She closed her eyes. "My sisters will think I'm a pervert who can't raise a son decently," she sighed.

"Um ... actually ... Aunt Vanessa thought it was funny. She said I made her feel good."

She held up her hand. "I've heard enough. I'm going to wash these things."

"You can just throw the shorts away," I said.

"Not until they're clean," said my mother, who sounded like my mother again.

She started out of the room.

"Mom!" I called out. She stopped and turned around. "I love you," I said. "I love that we were just able to talk like this, and you didn't get all weird."

"We've gotten weird enough to last us the rest of our lives," she said, with a half smile on her face. "Try not to think about me like that, okay?"

"Deal," I said. "And you try to wear ten shirts, so I can't see your breasts any more."

She blinked, and then blushed, and then left my room.

It was late, and I was about to turn off my reading lamp again, when Tabby stuck her head in the door.

"Knock knock," she said softly.

"What's up?" I asked.

She came in. She was in her sleep shirt again.

"Are you in trouble?" she asked.

"Not really," I said.

"I heard Mom yelling in here, after I left."

"She was trying to tell me not to get boners for the Turner women any more."

"She knows about that?!" Tabby looked shocked.

"I got one for her too, Tabby," I said.

"Get out!" Then her face screwed up. "Ewwww, Pat, that's gross!"

"Is it any more gross than getting one for you?"

I was tired, and I just wanted to go to sleep.

"I never thought about it like that," she said, looking surprised.

"Is that all?" I asked.

She looked surprised again and then perked up.

"No, I wanted to ask you something. Mandy gave me a pair of panties, and I wanted to get your opinion."

"You're kidding," I said.

"Please?" she begged.

This new relationship with my sister might be exciting, but it was looking like it might get to be a little time consuming too.

"Okay," I sighed.

She held up her T shirt, and turned in a circle.

It was a thong. I about choked. Suddenly I was a lot more interested in this new relationship I had with Tabby.

"Well?" she asked.

"Turn around again," I gasped.

The front was puffy, like her other panties had been, and there was a lot of strawberry blond hair sticking out around the edges of the front. That's because it was tiny ... little more than a triangle that tried to cover that hair, and the lips I knew were under there somewhere. Her butt was just naked. That's all there was to it. There was a string that went from the waistband, down between her butt cheeks, but that string was buried.

She came back around and looked at my crotch.

"Are you hard?" she asked, quietly.

"Duh!" I croaked.

She grinned happily. "So you like it?"

"Duh!" I croaked again. I swallowed. "You need to cut some of that hair off, though."

"I hate my pussy hair," she said heatedly. "It's gross, and there's so much of it!"

"So shave some of it off," I suggested.

"I can't. I cut myself to ribbons just trying to shave my legs."

I only shaved every three of four days, and could have gone once a week if I wanted to. Maybe shaving a chin is easier than legs, but I hardly ever cut myself any more.

"I think you'd want scissors first," I said quietly. "Get it real short with scissors, and then you can use a razor."

"But they're pretty?" she asked. "The panties?"

I patted my crotch. "Gorgeous," I sighed.

"Thanks!" She hopped up and down, and I wished she was naked, so I could see her breasts bounce. But she didn't do that. She just dropped her shirt back down, leaned over to say "I love you, big brother!" in my face.

To my everlasting astonishment, she kissed me! Right on the lips!

Then she scurried back out and probably down to her room.

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