6 Times a Day



Fifth period really dragged for Alan. It didn't help that it was calculus, which didn't exactly light his fire. While he was much better off than he had been during fourth period, he didn't pay much attention to what was happening around him. If he wasn't reminiscing about what happened with Susan the night before, he was worrying about his upcoming after-school meeting with Glory. But then came sixth period - P. E. He couldn't even begin to imagine playing tennis in the shape he was in. He shuffled off to the tennis courts, too tired to think about what to do just yet. He had vague ideas about faking a leg injury, as he'd hinted at the start of Glory's class.Thᴇ link to the origin of this information rᴇsts in novelenglish.net . fire(.)nᴇt - novelenglish.net . bin

But, to his surprise, when he got to the tennis court, Katherine was there, talking to his coach. He could see that she'd handed the coach some kind of note. He could figure out that she must be helping him somehow, and felt greatly relieved and appreciative.

But then, just as the coach walked away, she turned her head and saw Alan only a short distance behind her. She smiled as a distinctive wide-eyed look crossed her face.

Alan thought, Uh-oh. I know that expression all too well. That's her "Look out, I'm about to do something naughty" look.

As soon as he thought that, sure enough, she winked at him over her shoulder and then seductively wiggled her ass in his direction. Luckily, the coach was still walking away and no one else was on the court, so only he saw.

He shot her a frustrated look, but was too tired to fight her rambunctiousness.

He wasn't terribly surprised to notice that her mere wiggle had also gotten his penis quite erect, even though she was wearing a long skirt which barely showed her ankles.

He'd thought that after so many weeks of so much sexuality he'd start to grow jaded, but if anything he was becoming more easily aroused over time. In particular, just about any thought about what he liked to call his "family four" or the mere mention of their names could turn his penis into granite at any time. He wanted to shout out "Mercy!" but he also loved it. He more than loved it - he was completely ecstatic. He felt these last two months were easily more fun than the rest of his eighteen years put together.

The next thing he knew, she was leading him away to the theater room.

As she whisked him along, he began to think about what might happen when they got there, given what always seemed to happen to him in that room. He was trying to remain quiet, but once they were in the middle of a field, far from anyone, he couldn't help but whisper, "Oh no. Not more sex, please. I'm so tired."

"I know that, silly. I'm just dropping you off there to nap. We cheerleaders can practice elsewhere, you know."

He said in a relieved, normal voice, "Oh, Sis! Awesome! How did you know I needed that? How did you get me out of tennis?"

"First question: duh! Anyone can see that just by looking at you. Amy was planning the same thing, and she didn't even know how your morning went like I did. As to your second question, let's just call that a little-sister secret too. I also got you a good excuse for you for missing your first three classes. Everyone seems to trust your wholesome, innocent sister. Little do they know, ha-ha! Now, just rest. You need it."

Alan gave her the theater room key and she let him in. As soon as they were both in the room and he felt he could talk more freely, he complained, "Sis, you nearly gave me a heart attack with that ass wiggle. Please don't do that in public? Please?"

She made apologetic body language, but said, "Hey, I checked to see if people were around first. Anyways, if anyone saw they'd just think we're a couple of siblings joshing around."

"Sis, somewhere, in the special hell reserved for extra naughty sisters, someone is warming a pitchfork for you."

She giggled. "Mmmm. Pitchforks. You know what that reminds me of? Long, hot sticks poking into me. Hmmm..."

Alan was amused, but he just rolled his eyes.

Her eyes twinkling, she continued, "What are they doing in the hell for extra uppity fuck toy sisters? What kind of long, phallic objects get all warmed up there? I'll bet they have a good time." She giggled some more, very pleased with herself and her little prank, not to mention helping him get out of tennis.

Alan went to the mattress at the back of the stage where he'd received a massage during lunch and collapsed on it. He sighed and thought, That's just the way she is. She's irrepressible. Incorrigible. Lots of fun. But this can't go on. He gave another stab at alerting her to his concerns. "Sis. Security. Security! We're on the brink of disaster. Hanging right on the edge! Why doesn't anyone believe me?" But he zonked out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow and he got those words out.

She let herself out and went to cheerleader practice.

He slept very soundly.

The bell marking the end of school woke him up, but just a minute or two later, Katherine and Amy rushed in to make sure he got up in time for his meeting with Glory.

They swarmed all over him, covering him with hugs and kisses.

He whispered to Katherine as she tried to kiss him on the lips, "Sis, remember, nothing unsisterly at school, not even if we think we have complete privacy. You never know."

They wished him well for his meeting, and said many encouraging things, but before long he had to leave their comforting hugs and words and face the music with Glory.

He walked the rapidly emptying hallways alone, growing more nervous with every step he took towards Glory's classroom.

The fact was, lately he'd become a stranger to failure. With the exception of his recent run-ins with the football players and his declining grades, his life had been nearly free of defeats and disappointments for the past two months. But his instinct told him that his meeting with Glory was not going to go well. He mentally put himself in Glory's shoes, and figured that if he was her, he'd have no choice but to break the relationship. To him, that was many times worse than getting punched in the face by a football player.

He paused at the door to Glory's classroom, thinking, As long as I don't go in there, we still aren't technically broken up yet. Maybe the girls are right and I'll be pleasantly surprised. There's only one way to find out. Yet still he stayed at the door until the tension grew too much to take and he reluctantly knocked.