How The Women Got Plastered and Patrick Got Busted

by Lubrican

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Chapter Fourteen

I was awakened from my nap by my mother's fingers, tracing along my jaw.

"Wake up," she said. "It's almost supper time."

"Okay," I said, rubbing my eyes.

Then I remembered, and took my hands away to look at her face.

"What are we going to do with you?" she asked.

"Please let me keep my balls," I begged. It just popped out, honest.

"We haven't decided about that, yet," she said, her face completely straight. "We'll talk about it later. Randi and Tabitha don't know, so watch your mouth," she paused and looked at me intently, "at supper."

"Yes Ma'am," I said.

As on other occasions, when something momentous had happened, my mother acted completely normal. It was pretty amazing, actually, but it helped me to act normal too.

We acted normal all night, which, oddly, included Randi coming to my room to make my dick soft. She didn't know it had already spurted twice that day. Believe it or not, I wasn't in the mood. I know she was shocked, but I couldn't tell her why. She gave me a kiss, and left. I was afraid she was going to go talk to Mom. I found out later that she did, but Mom just blew her off and said I was probably coming down with something. She mentioned my earlier nap as evidence of that.

That was the only thing I didn't like about all this. I didn't like keeping secrets, like about Mom and Randi, and keeping that secret from Tabby. It was a little like lying, and I didn't like to tell lies. The last two times Tabby had wanted to see my penis, it had been limp. She looked disappointed, and I was beginning to get the feeling that she didn't think she was pretty enough to get me hard any more.

She showed up again that night, just being Tabby. She wanted to tease me again.

I didn't know what to do. When you worry that much about things, you can't ... well ... perform, I guess. You don't want to perform. You just lose the desire. I started worrying even more. What if I couldn't ever get it up again?!

"What's wrong with me?" asked Tabby suddenly. She let her T shirt fall back down to cover the breasts she'd been showing me.

"Nothing," I said.

"You don't ever get horny for me any more." She sounded like she was going to cry. That was all I needed.

"Sit down," I said. I patted the bed beside my hip.

She sat, and turned her head to look at me.

I loved her. No matter how lousy I felt, I couldn't hurt her feelings. Besides, crying would bring Mom, or Randi, and all that would do was complicate things even more.

"I had a rough day today," I said.

"That's what you said the last time," she whined. "The last two times!"

"It was true," I said, putting my hand on her thigh. She looked at it. "There's nothing wrong with you, Tabby. You're just as beautiful, and sexy as ever."

"Then why don't you get a boner for me any more?"

"Tabby, you're my sister," I said. She started to say something and I waved her quiet. "When a guy gets a boner, he wants to do something with it."

Her eyes got round.

"I don't want to get a boner for my baby sister, and think about stuff like that," I said.

"I'm not a baby!" she said instantly. "I'm almost sixteen!"

"I know that," I said. "But you're still my sister, and we can't ..." I started to say "fuck" and it suddenly seemed crude and vulgar. "We can't do stuff like that."

"I don't want to do that," she said, sounding unconvinced. "Well not really, I mean. I think about it sometimes, but just for fun."

"Guys are different," I said, stroking her thigh. It was soft. "When guys get horny, they want to cum."

"Yes," she said. "I know all that. But you do that after I leave ... don't you?"

Our mother had finished blowing Randi off, and had come to check on me herself. Thank goodness the door was open. She had stood, quietly outside, listening to the last part of the conversation.

"Bedtime" came her voice, suddenly, from the doorway. Both of us jerked, guiltily. I took my hand off Tabby's thigh.

"We were just talking," said Tabby, sounding guilty as hell.

"Well, it's bedtime," said Mom.

"Okay," said Tabby. She started to lean to give me a kiss. By now it was just habit. I turned my face, and she kissed me on the cheek. She caught on right away.

"Night," she said, getting up. If it had been lighter in the room, her blush might have been noticeable.

"Good night, darling," said Mom, giving her a good hug.

Mom watched her go down the hall to her room. She waited until the door closed, and then came to the bed. She sat down, where Tabby had been sitting.

"I'm proud of you for telling her that," she said softly.

"This isn't fun any more," I said. "I don't like lying."

"Is that why you told Nessa about us?" she asked.

"No." I said. "Not really."

"Why did you?"

"It was complicated," I said. "After the cast was done, I was cleaning her up and things got weird."

"I know. She told me." My mother's voice was calm.

"It was between times that I told her," I said.

"Between?" She sounded surprised. "You ... went ... more than once? She didn't tell me that."

"See what I mean?" I moaned. "Everybody's trying to keep everything secret, but you can't. Even Grandma figured it out."

"Nessa did say something about that. She was very upset. I'd like to talk about that, but not now."

"I don't know what to do," I moaned.

"I know, baby. Things have gotten out of hand."

"I don't want to hurt anybody," I said. "It was fun, for a while, but it's getting too hard."

"Do you just want to stop?" she asked.

"No," I whined. "I'd go crazy. I love you. I love all of you. I just don't want to lie and keep secrets."

"Well," she sighed. "There aren't that many secrets any more. Tabby and Christy, and Danny, of course, are the only ones in the dark now."

Speaking of secrets. I couldn't take it.

"Aunt Christy knows," I said.

Mom blinked at me. "What?"

"Not about you."

"How could she know about Nessa? It only happened this afternoon?!"

"Not about Aunt Vanessa either," I said. "Well, not with me anyway."

"Pat," said my mother in her dangerous voice. "Tell me what you're talking about."

So I told her about that night, when Aunt Christy came and gave me a blow job. It took a long time because I had to try to explain about what Danny had told me, and how I knew she wanted to play around with another man, except I was the only one who was acceptable to them both. She didn't say a word, and just listened. When I got to the part where I explained how, when she came to my room, I ordered her around, her eyes got wide and she put up a hand.

"What?" I asked.

"You did that to me too."

"Yeah," I said, blushing. "It worked with her, so I tried it with you."

"You wanted me? Like that? Before it happened?"

"Mom, I've been living in a house with half a dozen babes and it's been making me crazy."

She leaned over and gave me a kiss. Then she pulled back. "Go on," she said.

So I told her about how I tried to get Aunt Christy to lie down with me, but she wouldn't, and then she left and saw Uncle Danny fucking Aunt Vanessa on the couch.

"Nessa didn't tell me that part either!" said my mom, her voice breathy.

"Well, that kind of broke things open and she came back and we ..."

"You had sex."

"She wants me to get her pregnant," I said softly. "She and Danny have been trying for a long time, and it isn't working."

I had run out of words, and my mother was staring at me, her mouth hanging open.

"Nessa was so upset I had to calm her down and send her home," she said. "I told her everything would be all right, and that we'd work it out. She said something about you trying to get her pregnant too."

"That's because Grandma said I should," I said.

My mother swayed.

"Maybe you'd better tell me what happened there too."

So I told her about making Grandma's cast, and the thong underwear and about how I had to be naked too. She held up her hand at that point.

"Did you have sex with her?"

I just nodded.

"More than once?" she asked, swaying a little more.

"It's hard to say," I said. She blinked at me. "I came in her twice, but it took four hours."

"Four hours," she repeated, her voice faint.

"She said it had been a long time," I said.

"Oh my word!" she sighed.

"See what I mean? I just can't take this any more. I have to sneak around and lie and keep secrets and I hate it."

"Okay," said my mother, ignoring my bid for sympathy. "Let me get this straight. You haven't fucked Tabby." She stopped, and I nodded. "But you have fucked Christy, and Nessa, and our mother."

"And you and Randi," I added helpfully.

"And you tried to get Christy pregnant."

"And Aunt Vanessa," I helped again.

"Are you trying to make me or Randi pregnant?" she asked.

"No Ma'am," I said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Randi said I can't. Grandma said I can't either."

"My mother ... told you ... not to get me pregnant." Her voice was high.

"And Randi," I said, helping a third time.

She stood up. "I think I'm going to bed now," she said, heavily. "I'm very tired."

"I love you," I said, automatically.

She bent over and gave me a nice, long, sweet kiss on the lips. No tongue ... just a really warm kiss.

"I know you do, baby. I loved you before all this, but I love you so much more now. I'm a little unhappy with the way things turned out ... I think ... but we'll get through it. Please keep trying not to have sex with Tabby, okay?"

"I promise," I said. "Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Tabby thinks I don't get a boner for her any more, and I think it's really bothering her. I don't want to hurt her either."

"I'll talk to her," said Mom.

"You've talked to her before. So has Randi. I have an idea, though."

"What's that?"

"I was thinking that maybe ... if I could tell her that some day I could ... you know ... do stuff that she wants to do ... maybe that would help her understand that I still think she's really a babe."

"That's silly," she said.

"Oh," I said, disappointed. "Okay."

I should have known things wouldn't just simmer down. The next night, which was a Thursday, there was an unscheduled confab. Some of them probably knew why, but Christy didn't, and was the last to arrive, as usual. My mother handed Danny two twenties when he walked Christy through the door.

"It doesn't matter what kind. Surprise us."

He gave me a look and I just walked to the door.

I knew what they were going to talk about. So I told Danny everything. He drove around the same block so many times that a policeman pulled us over and asked him if he was lost. He didn't give the guy a hard time. He just said we were talking about something important. He drove out into the country while I finished. It took me an hour and a half, and I gave him every bit of it.

"They're right about Tabby," was the first thing he said.

"I was afraid you'd kick me out of the car for being a pervert," I said.

"From the sounds of it, we're a whole family of perverts," he sighed.

"That's what they're talking about right now," I said.

"We don't need ice cream," he said. "We need whisky, and lots of it."

"What do you think will happen?" I asked.

"You told them about Christy, and about Vanessa and me?"

"I told my mom. I was just so frustrated I couldn't take it any more. I didn't mean to get anybody in trouble."

"I don't think we're in trouble," he said. "Not like you're thinking. This might create some stress." He stopped. "Who am I trying to kid? This is going to create a lot of stress. They may be killing each other back there!"

"Should we go back?" I asked, anxiously.

"Not without ice cream," he said. He wasn't kidding either.

When we opened the door ... carefully ... there was no screaming going on. They were watching something on TV, and they were all alive. Mom, Grandma and Aunt Vanessa were sitting on the couch, a daughter on each side of Grandma. Aunt Christy was sitting in the easy chair, and Tabby was sitting on the floor, leaning against the front of it, between Christy's legs. Randi was curled up in the other easy chair. She and Christy looked over at us, as we came in.

Danny stood there, two bags of ice cream in his hands. I was behind him, with another one.

"Ice cream?" Danny said, his voice nervous.

The three women on the couch all turned around to look at us.

Grandma said "What did you get us?"

Tabby got out of the way, as Christy got up. She came to Danny, took the bags from him, and handed them to the women on the couch. She leaned past him to take the bag out of my hand, and opened it, to look inside. We had opted for pints ... all different flavors ... in case we needed to put them in the freezer, while the police cleaned up the crime scene.

"Butter Brickle!" said Aunt Christy, her voice delighted.

"Me - me - me!" yipped Tabby, jumping up.

"I'll split it with you," Said Christy. "Go get bowls. Bring lots of bowls."

"Okay!" said Tabby, excitedly, running off to the kitchen.

Danny and I were standing there, poised on the balls of our feet, ready for flight.

Grandma was still turned around, her neck craned, looking at us.

"Well, come on in," she said impatiently. "We have a lot to talk about."

"Oh," said Danny, misery in his voice.

"You too, Pat," said my grandmother. "You're mixed up in this too."

"I don't feel too good," I said. "I was going to go lie down."

Randi laughed. She tried to stop herself, but she couldn't keep it in. She kept giggling and actually turned around to face away from us.

Aunt Christy put her arms around Danny's neck, and leaned in to kiss him. It was one of those kisses I hoped to have gotten some day. You could clearly see her grinding her pelvis against him.

She leaned back, and I saw all the other women standing up.

"You are my man," said Christy. "And I love you more than I'll ever be able to show you."

Danny was standing there, mouth open, eyes wide.

Christy backed up and stepped sideways, to stand in front of me. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me too, right on the lips, and right in front of everybody. She gave me just a little rub with her pussy. She leaned back.

"I love you too, Pat, very, very much, but you'll never be my man."

I realized my mother was standing in front of Danny. He was still frozen. She put her arms around his neck.

"It's finally my turn," she said, leaning in to him. She kissed him, and I could feel the heat. She was rubbing all over him. She backed up. "You'll never be my man, Danny, but we're going to get much better acquainted."

She stepped over to me, and embraced me, giving me a long kiss.

"You are my man," she said, when she was done. "I love you, darling."

They were lined up. Grandma was last. When Tabby got back, Aunt Vanessa had just released poor Danny from a heated kiss, saying: "You are not my man, but I love you, and I hope you love me."

Grandma pushed Tabby into line in front of her, behind Randi. Aunt Vanessa stepped over to me. There were tears in her eyes. She kissed me with tongue, and whispered in my ear. "You can't be my man, baby, but I love you, Pat ... I love you so much!"

Randi was next. She kissed Danny like they'd done it a hundred times.

"You are not my man. I don't have a man. I need you because I don't have a man." To me, she said "You are not my man either. If I ever find a man like you, though, he will be." She kissed me again.

I watched Tabby step up to Danny.

"I get to kiss you too," she said, almost shyly. "I don't get to do what everybody else is going to do with you, but I get to kiss you sometimes." Then she kissed him. He kissed her back. I think he was finally coming to grips with what was happening. When they were done, she was pink and panting. "I'm going to like kissing you, Uncle Danny!"

She jumped over to me. She was much more formal. "You're not my man, Pat. But, when I'm seventeen, if you don't come home from college and pop my cherry, I'll never speak to you again." Then she kissed me. I kissed her back too.

Grandma was the only one left. She stepped up to Danny and stared at him.

"This is the craziest family on the face of the earth," she said calmly. "I've enjoyed not having a man around to mess things up." She put her arms around his neck. "I'm going to need some things done around the house, though." She kissed him, and it was a gentle, warm, long kiss. He’d caught on enough, by then, that he squeezed her butt through the jeans she was wearing. She pulled back, smiling. "I'm so glad one of my daughters chose a good man."

Then she came over to me, while Christy almost attacked her husband again, hugging him and crying into his shoulder.

"Well, little man," she said, pressing her lower body against mine. "I see that these women have gotten you all worked up." She rubbed her pussy against my boner. "You made me feel better than you'll ever know. If you have the strength, I'd like to feel that way again every so often."

With the ritual over, Christy couldn't take it any more. She didn't even take Danny home. She was so worked up that her fantasy was going to be met over and over again that she took him up to my mother's room. They did close the door, at least.

That left me standing with five women ... four of whom had been given permission to fuck me half blind. Still, I was feeling a lot better than when we first came in with the ice cream.

Actually, the confab had been a wild and riotous affair, with flaring emotions and all manner of shouting and screaming. But the Turner women were like that. They blew apart, like a nova, and then coalesced back into a new galaxy, that would go on for a long time. As I later heard it, it was the oldest and youngest members of the group that actually set the agenda. My Grandmother basically said that, as unhappy as it may be to some, I was a sexually active and sexually capable young man, and would continue to be so. If I wasn't fucking the women in the confab, I'd just be fucking some girl, or girls, somewhere else. Whatever they decided, I was still going to be sexually active.

In the end, Grandma stood up and said "Did anybody have to force the boy to do anything?"

She got lots of head shakes.

"Well, then ... no harm done."

Tabby then spoke up, empowered by the mere fact that she was a Turner woman, and had been included in everything that had happened thus far. She promptly said that, while she understood that everybody else thought she was too young to get laid, she disagreed, and certainly wasn't going to wait until she was eighteen. She faced a united front, until she demanded to know the age at which each other woman present had been deflowered. My mother was the only one who was older than sixteen. That established, and because she was Tabby's mother, Mom finally ruled that Tabby would have to wait until she was seventeen, with the threat to lock her in her room if she failed to agree to it. As an additional perk, Mom graciously agreed that, as long as Tabby slept only with me, she could start dating at twenty, instead of thirty.

The situation with Danny was emotional for a different reason. All of the women had a crush on him. He was a good guy. The trouble came from Vanessa trespassing, because she took what they all wanted but had not been given permission to receive. Christy solved that tension, when she admitted that she'd actually been trying to figure out how to actually share him with the others. She had been stymied, and worried on two fronts. First, she couldn't figure out how to share him, without people looking at her like she was crazy. Second, she wasn't sure that all of them actually wanted that kind of attention, and she wanted anyone who didn't, to be free to say that.

Then she had to explain why she didn't mind sharing him, and, in fact, was turned on by it. She had also explained that Danny had been turned on by finding out that she had taken my virginity. She didn't tell any of them about trying to make a baby with me. There were enough problems to get through, that night, as it was. Neither Grandma or Vanessa brought up the part about how I should probably knock Vanessa up too.

They were that way, the Turner women were. While they needed each other, they didn't need any man who didn't treat them with respect, love, and the sacrifice that each of them felt they were worth. Their social network didn't require that they all have a man to feel self worth. They knew their own worth. At the same time, they were hot-blooded women, with all the natural urges that any woman has. To make it even stranger, while they needed each other, they were independent. Not only did they not depend on a man for their self worth, each had her own agenda, that didn't necessarily include any of the others.

It was just the way they were.

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