“Maybe. But then, she could've watched us for a while and then joined in when we started fucking. I mean, I was already thinking about you kneeling here in front of the couch pounding my pussy while she sat next to us so I could suck on her fat nipples.”

“But I'd feel obligated to service her too. The way it worked out, you got all of my focus."

“I suppose that makes sense... IF it's the entire truth." Alice read my eyes. "And even if it is, this isn't something you've cooperatively agreed on with her. From my angle, it looks like you unilaterally decided to just push her aside and she's not happy about it."

I winced. "It's not that I Like pushing her aside, but it's what's best for the BTC. I did the same thing when Belle got a little too clingy.”

"So you think Sam IS getting clingy."

“No, sorry, let's not get the two of them mixed up. Sam's not being clingy, but she is... around... and I want to nip things in the bud before feelings get hurt."

“Then why haven't you just SAID that to her? I see the little looks she gives you, and I'm not the only one. If you said plainly that you're just trying to keep everyone ‘in balance’, I think she'd agree with you and would stop feeling so rejected."

“You're probably right."

“Of course I am. Alice is always right."

I snorted and rolled my eyes just before she took my head and gave me a quick kiss. Clenching her inner muscles around me, Alice wrapped her arms around my neck and shifted forward, bringing her big bosoms right up against my face. I happily noshed on a proffered teat, teasing the eraser-sized nub with the tip of my tongue before sucking in a good chunk of titflesh and inhaling deeply.

But before we really got going, Alice bopped me on the head.

“Talk to her. Tonight."

Still with a mouthful of mammary material, I nodded my agreement.

And then she started riding me.

Sam didn't come home for dinner, so I went over to Belle's and ate with her and her dad. I was in my bedroom just after 7pm when I heard her come in, walk straight down the hall, and go into the guest room without stopping. Moments Later, the door closed.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my own book and went over to her room. I knocked, announced myself, and when she answered, “Come in," I opened the door and went inside.

Wordlessly, I rolled back Sam's chair away from her folding table/desk.

She looked up at me in surprise but didn't resist as I took her head in my hands and bent over to give her a sweet kiss. She whimpered just a bit into my mouth before wrapping her arms around my shoulders and returning my kiss with fervent passion. A moment later, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the bed, where I sat down on the edge while the gorgeous blonde remained sideways in my lap as we continued to make out.

Eventually, though, we had to break for air. Her eyes were a little hollow, and I noticed the way her dark roots were coming in; she was probably due for a fresh dye-job. Overall, she Looked a little haggard, and while I knew her current state of distress was probably due far more to her estrangement from her parents, I couldn't help but believe my own recent detachment had something to do with it as well.

“I'm sorry," I stated apologetically.

“I've been neglecting you.”

Sam searched my eyes, took a deep breath, and gave me a measured look.

“I think I understand why."

Panic set in. Did she really understand? Did she really know the truth?

"I had dinner with Zofi today and we talked about it. I mean, I wish you'd just told me instead of cutting me off without warning, but I get it. You and I were getting a little too close together and out of balance, so you pulled back. It's just like Belle said about you not paying me or her much attention on Friday so you could focus on the other four."