Pussy Show

Chapter 4
As I drove up the ramp to the top of the embankment, the little motel was right ahead across the side road, next to a Chevron station that was dark and closed for the night.
I parked the car behind the gas station, just as Sharky's note had instructed me to do.
Cookie emitted a frustrated moan as I turned off the engine.
I took the key from the ignition and turned to her. "What's the matter?"
She raised one leg onto the seat and twisted her body toward me, her face a mask of anxiety. "I don't know if I can go through with this, Jackie. I really don't."
I put my hand on her shoulder and she let me. "Cookie. We've been over this. What else can we do? This guy Sharky means what he says. He's got us where he wants us. I've talked to him. You've seen him. We ain't gonna' get nowhere crossin' this guy."
"I'll just sit there, Jackie," she said, folding her arms and summoning her defiant nature. "I'll just sit there and do nothing."
"Cookie. Believe me, that ain't gonna' work with this guy. You're just gonna' make things worse... "
"But, Jackie... "
"Listen to me!" I said firmly, taking both of her hands in mine. "I suggest we play along. I think it's best that we humor this pervert. If we want to get everybody out of jail and save the carnival, I suggest we do exactly what this guy asks us to do and we get it over with as quickly, and as painlessly, as possible."
"Jackie!" she protested, craning her head at me as if I could summon some quick solution to our problem.
"Cookie. Please understand that this is none of my fault. I didn't plan this... "
"I know that," she said quickly.
"Look. I know this might not be the time or the place for me to say this to you. I know we never was the kind of family that talks about how we feel about each other... But I just want you to know that I would never hurt you and that... "
She put her hand over my mouth and looked into my eyes.
"You don't have to tell me that, Jah. You don't have to say it to me. We both know how we feel about each other. And that's that."
Cookie hadn't called me Jah in years. It was how my sister said my name when she was just a diapered, little toddler and I used to have to follow her around and keep her out of trouble.
I took her hand away and squeezed it. "Alright." I told her. "Let's get it over with."
Sharky's unmarked, Ford police car was parked right in front of room 17, the farthest door from the dark, motel office. There was only one other car in the lot and that was parked in front of room 2.
He let us in before we even knocked on the door. Smiling his cold smile as he saw me and Cookie standing there.
"Come on in," he said holding the door, "I was wondering when you'd get here."
I led the way and Cookie took my hand and followed me. I couldn't see my sister behind me, but the way that Sharky's smile faded, I know she must have been scowling at him.
The little room was a standard motel accommodation. There was one double bed, against the wall in the middle of the room, and a dresser and a TV, anchored to a metal stand, at the opposite side. A writing table and a chair were near the closed curtains of the large window. There was an open closet, on the far side of the room, and a door that opened on a bathroom with a shower.
Sharky told us to have a seat and I took Cookie to the foot of the bed and we sat down.
"Wanna' beer?" Sharky said as he pulled two cans of Pabst from the five left of the six-pack on the dresser.
I was about to tell him that Cookie didn't like beer when she said, "Yes," loudly and held out her hand.
Cookie and I both opened our beers and Sharky bent and held his hand out to collect the tabs. Then, as I heard Cookie take a large gulp, I watched Sharky deposit the tabs in the, plastic lined, trash can, noticing the large gym bag, on the floor, next to the dresser.
"So," he said as he turned back to us, "no trouble finding the place?"
"No," I answered, nervously playing with the can in my hand.
Sharky took a beer and opened it now, taking a long drink from the white labeled can. He leaned back, sitting against the dresser now and crossing his arms as he asked, "Did the carnival do well tonight?"
"Yeah," Cookie replied, "until Jack ran into YOU!"
Sharky smiled his icy smile at her and said, "Yeah. I guess so."
He just kept his stare and his grin trained coldly on my sister as Cookie looked nonchalantly around the room and took another gulp of her beer.
"Good beer?" he asked her.
Cookie looked at the can and shrugged. "I guess so. I don't like beer."
Sharky laughed and took another drink from his can.
"That outfit looks so sexy on you, kid. I forgot to tell Jack to have you wear it, but I'm glad you did."
Cookie shrugged again and finished her beer and Sharky quickly got her another one, popping the top before he handed it to her and depositing the tab in the trash can.
I took a swig of mine.
"Do you know just how pretty you are?" he asked her.
Cookie took a drink from her fresh beer, looking up at him over the rim of the can. "I've been told," she stated. "I don't pay no attention. What does it matter?"
"It matters to boys, Cookie. Boys like pretty girls like you. You ever have a boyfriend, Cookie?"
"Once."
"Only one?"
"Only one I liked."
"Oh but I bet lots of 'em like you, Cookie."
"Maybe so," she stated, "but it don't do you no good to get serious over boys when you're with the carnival and travelin' all the time."
"Smart Cookie," he said and then he laughed and took another sip from his beer.
"I can't get over your name," he said to her. "I laughed when I read the police report, on your father, this afternoon."
"Officer Sharker's a funny name too," she said, bending and setting her open beer on the carpet.
Sharky stood and then bent to the floor, picking up her beer as he looked down the front of Gina's white blouse.
"Let me set that on the dresser for you," he said.
Cookie sat up and put her hand to the neckline of her outfit, making sure that all the buttons were fastened.
Sharky watched her for a moment and then he said, "Well, we all know why we're here, don't we?"
Cookie, sitting against my left thigh, said, "Yeah. You want to see me and my brother do the deed."
Sharky smiled and I saw his eyes flash that ice-like stare. "Smart girl," he said. "Right to the point. I like that."
I took a gulp of my beer now. It tasted bitter on my tongue.
"So, how do you want us to do it?" Cookie asked.
"Well, I don't want you to just do it. I want you to lead up to it."
"Lead up to it?"
"Yeah. A boy shouldn't just jump on a girl. There has to be a little romance."
"Romance?" Cookie exclaimed. "But this is Jack!"
"So? Jack is a boy. He's a gentleman, aren't you Jack?"
"Yeah," I said. "I guess so."
Sharky reached over and took my beer and set it on the dresser next to Cookie's.
"Do you usually just jump a girl's bones, Jack?" he asked.
"No."
"Well, what do you do, Jack? How do you get things started-- usually?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I guess I kiss 'em."
"You kiss them?"
"Yeah."
"Well, do that then. I'd like to see you kiss Cookie. Get her in the MOOD, Jack."
Man, I started to shake as I turned my head and looked into my sister's familiar face. It was the oddest feeling that had ever come over me. I was scared. Really scared.
I swallowed thickly. My mouth had gone dry.
"Can I have another sip of my beer, Sharky?"
"Sure," he said, reaching over and handing me the can. "There's another six pack, in the trunk of my car, if you need more."
I took a long swig, feeling the warm beer burn in my throat as it went down. Then I handed the can back to Sharky.
He set it on the dresser and then he took a step toward us and got down on his haunches so that he was at eye level with me and Cookie.
"Okay now," he said, as if he was directing a movie, "kiss her."
What else was I to do? The beer was having a slight effect on me now and I turned toward Cookie and leaned to her, pressing my lips against hers. They were warm and soft and I felt them tremble a little, against mine, as my eyes stared directly into hers and she looked widely back at me.
This, I guess, is what the sports people mean when they say a nothing result is like "kissing your sister".
"Is that a kiss, kids?" Sharky said, disappointingly. "Come on! You can both do better than that!"
I pulled back for a moment, looking into Cookie's pretty face, and then I said, "Close your eyes, at least."
"Alright," she said, and then her eyelids fluttered shut and I pushed my face to hers again and pressed my lips firmly against her own.
We sat there, like that, for a long minute. Side by side, breathing into each other's faces through our noses, with our closed lips pressed together and our hands on our laps. And then Sharky said, "Hold it, kids. This isn't getting us anywhere and I'm getting a little ticked."
I opened my eyes now and turned my face to him. I could sense the anger building in his voice. "Sorry, Sharky," I said. "But this just isn't natural. And it's not easy for us."
I could see impatience and irritation in his face as he stared coldly back at me. "Try it again," he ordered.
I put my hands on Cookie's satiny shoulders now and pulled her to me as I parted my lips slightly and pressed them more firmly against hers.
Sharky leaned to us and said, "That's a little better. Open your lips, Cookie. Open them for him."
I felt her lips part and I pushed my tongue to her smooth teeth, rubbing them, and her gums, with the tip.
"Open your mouth, Cookie," Sharky directed and suddenly my tongue was against hers but she squeaked in protest and then pulled her face back.
"Shit!" Sharky barked.
"Look," I said to him quickly. "I brought something with me that might help us out."
"What?"
"Well, you're a cop and I know this ain't exactly legal... "
"What is it?"
I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out the large marijuana joint that I had snatched from my cigar-box.
Sharky's eyes brightened as he saw it.
"God, Jack," Cookie said sarcastically. "You thought of everything, didn't ya'?"
"Is this what Cookie likes?" Sharky asked.
"Well, I don't know if she likes it but I know what it does to her."
"Well then. Let's light that sucker up, Jack!"
Sharky reached over to the dresser and handed me the matches from the unused ash tray.
I lit the joint and took a long toke, holding the smoke in and passing it to my sister.
She just looked at it. "I can't smoke this, Jackie. I told you I'd never do this stuff again."
I let out the sweet smoke, in a long hiss, and then I said, "Sure you can. It'll help us get through this."
Cookie looked at me anxiously and said, "No, Jackie." And she handed the smoldering joint back to me.
"I'll do it FOR you, Cookie," I said.
"What do ya' mean?"
I took a really long toke from the reefer now, holding it all in my mouth, and then I put my hands back on her soft shoulders and pushed my parted lips back to hers.
"Open," Sharky ordered, and my sister opened her mouth just enough for me to puff all of the smoke into her lungs.
I gripped her shoulders more tightly now and pushed my tongue right into her mouth, licking the surface of her tongue and forcing her to hold the smoke in.
"That's better," Sharky stated and then, after about half a minute, Cookie pulled her face back and coughed and coughed, the smoke forming a cloud around her head as she did so.
"That shit's strong," Cookie complained, coughing some more and waving the smoke away from her with her hand.
I looked at Sharky and he glanced at me and then we both looked at Cookie as she closed her eyes and her head bobbed forward and then she quickly snapped it back upright and, with her blue eyes wide, said, "Ooh wee!"
I handed the joint to Sharky now and he dropped it into the ash tray.
"Alright now," Sharky said loosening his tie. "Let's try this again. But make it a good one."
"Turn to me a little, Cookie," I said, and she adjusted herself on the edge of the bed so that her upper body was facing me.
I scooted as close to her as I could and then I placed my hands at her warm sides.
Cookie's eyes were already closed and she was breathing through her mouth as I leaned to her and formed my lips around hers again and placed my tongue back into her mouth.
Surprisingly, Cookie's soft tongue pressed back against mine, this time, and she began to gently lick at my tongue as she cocked her head and moved her face so that our lips rubbed softly together.
I could feel the blood start to rush to my dick as I wrapped my arms around her soft body and felt her warm arms entwine around my neck.
"Good," Sharky encouraged. "That's real good. That's more like it."
Cookie pressed her body even closer to me now and I could feel the twin swells of her breasts against my chest as I held her more tightly and sucked the sweetness of her warm mouth.
"Now we're getting somewhere," Sharky said. "Touch her breasts, Jack."
With my left arm around her waist, I reached up between us and placed my right hand over my sister's left breast. It was very warm and firm feeling, under my hand, and I gave it a gentle squeeze as Cookie's kisses became more passionate, her mouth now wide open and our tongues out and licking at each other.
She began panting into my face as my finger's found her swollen nipple and gently pinched and rolled it between them.
Cookie moaned into my face and worked her open lips at mine, wetly.
"God, Jack! She likes it. Shit! Open her blouse!"
Not breaking our kiss, and feeling my cock swell hard with excitement, I used both hands to unfasten the pearly buttons of the silky, white blouse. Then I parted the front and placed my hands over the soft, naked, warm flesh of both my sister's breasts. Pressing them against her as I felt her arms tighten their grip around my neck.
"Good. Good. That's a girl. That's the way. Good."
Sharky leaned forward and put his hands on our arms and then pulled us apart.
We both opened our eyes and turned our faces to him. He was panting with us and staring at us with his wide, steely eyes.
"Listen, kids," he said. This is getting better now. This is what I want to see. But listen to me." His voice was very commanding now as we looked at him with dull eyes. "I'm going to take care of you kids. I'm going to do what I promised you. But you're going to have to do exactly what I say now. It's very important that you follow my directions, from here on out, so that I can enjoy this. Understand?"
We both nodded.
"Alright. I want you two to respond to me while we continue.
"If I ask you a question, I want you to answer. If I tell you do something, I want you to do it. Alright?"
We nodded again.
"Okay. Jack? Take your shirt off."
I moved back from Cookie a bit and pulled my shirt over my head.
"Okay now. Cookie, sit closer to Jack. That's it. Put your leg up on his leg a little. That's good. Alright now. Kiss him."
We closed our eyes and Cookie pushed her open mouth to mine again, licking my tongue as she wrapped her arms around my upper body.
I placed my hands on her breasts again, exploring around their soft circumference and kneading and pressing them firmly against her heaving chest.
"That's good, Jack. Are her titties nice?"
"Ummm hummm"
"Yes, Jack. Squeeze them. Oh, they look so soft and firm."
Cookie's tongue was in my mouth now and I felt her arms tighten at my back.
"Rub Jack's chest now, Cookie. Touch him. Feel those muscles of his?"
Cookie gasped as she placed her hands on my chest and clutched and squeezed at me, nodding her response to Sharky.
"That's it, Cookie. That's the way. Feel his arms now. That's it. Aren't they strong feeling?"
"Umm hmm."
"You're both doing fine. This is real good, kids."
Sharky's voice was a distant, far off whisper to me now.
"Put your hand on Cookie's leg now, Jack. That's it. Run your hand up and down it now."
I moved my open hand from her knee up to the hem of her skirt and back to her knee.
"Isn't she soft, Jack? Is her leg smooth feeling?"
I nodded as I sucked at Cookie's sweet, agile mouth.
"Put your hand up her skirt now, Jack. That's it. Way up there on her thigh. Is it warm up there?"
"Umm humm"
"Open your legs for him, Cookie. Let him feel you up there."
I had my hand up as far as Cookie's lap, but she still held her thighs firmly together.
"Come on, Cookie," he coaxed. "We can get past this. Come on, girl. Open them for him."
I sucked her mouth harder now. My cock was a straining pipe, in my pants, as I felt my sister's thighs slowly part and my hand dropped down between her legs. I stroked Cookie's hot, right, inner thigh now as Sharky leaned down to watch me.
"Good, Cookie. That's a good girl," he soothed. "Feel her thigh, Jack. That's it. Is it as soft and as smooth as it looks?"
"Umm hmm."
"Higher now, Jack."
I was as high up her thigh as I could go. My fingertips were just touching the delicate, bare skin at the juncture of her leg and her crotch. I could feel the tickle of her soft, pubic hair on the knuckles above my finger nails.
"I want you to touch her pussy now, Jack."
I moved my hand and pressed it flat against the hot, downy soft fur between my sister's legs. Just as I grasped it, I felt her close her legs, trapping my hand against her hot pussy and between the soft flesh of her creamy thighs.
"No, Cookie. Come on. We're so close, honey. I know you want it. Come on, baby. Open your thighs so Jack can feel that pretty thing."
Cookie chirped, through her nose, in protest, but I felt her legs slowly part again and I began to rub my fingers against the soft, twin cushions of her warm pussy.
"That's it kids," Sharky cooed. "Feel his fingers touching you, Cookie?"
"Umm hmm."
"Is she wet, Jack? Can you feel her?"
I found the indention, between Cookie's soft pussy lips, and carefully worked the tip of my finger inside.
Cookie WAS wet. Very wet.
I nodded my head as I continued to kiss her deeply.
"Good. Good."
Chapter 5
I traced my finger, slowly up and down, within her slickened notch, until I found the soft, elastic sheath of my sister's little clitoris. I rubbed my fingertip gently against it and, as I did, Cookie moaned loudly, into my face and her body seemed to melt against me as her warm, sweet breath rushed from her nostrils.
"Unzip your brother's pants now, Cookie."
I continued to gently rub her swelling clit as I felt her hands move to the front of my pants, undoing my belt and the snap and then working my zipper down.
"Alright Jack," Sharky said. "Stand up and remove your pants."
I was in a kind of stupor now. I don't know if it was from the beer or from what me and Cookie were doing, but I stood up and removed my boots and pulled my pants down my thighs and let them fall to the floor.
Cookie, sitting there with her eyes glassed over, was looking directly at my twitching cock, panting through her pretty, open mouth.
It was hard as a rock, and thrusting out, from my loins, at a forty-five degree angle.
Sharky leaned to her. "Touch it, Cookie."
She reached slowly out and then grasped my dick with her small hand. It was thick enough that her finger-tips and thumb tip could not meet as she gripped it behind its swollen head.
"Your brother has a big one, Cookie. Did you know that he had such a big cock?"
Cookie shook her head, causing her blond hair to dance about her shoulders, her eyes were wide as she stared at what she was holding. I could feel it throb in her hand.
"Stroke it, Cookie. That's the way. Yes. Up and down. You know how to do it. Is it real hard?"
She nodded her head.
"You made it that way, Cookie. He's hard because you're so pretty and so sexy and he wants to fuck you so badly. He wants to push that big cock of his, up into your pretty pussy, Cookie. That cock that's so hard. Would you like that? Would you like to feel that big thing thrusting way up inside of you? Your big, tanned, muscular brother driving himself deep into your body and giving you pleasure?"
Cookie closed her eyes as he spoke but kept jacking slowly on my cock and then she rubbed her hand over the engorged, sensitive tip. I could feel it releasing pre-cum.
"Well?" Sharky pressed. "Would you?"
"Yes," Cookie breathlessly whispered.
Sharky reached over and pulled my sister's open blouse down the back of her shoulders. Cookie had to release my cock as she finished removing the silky blouse. She was now sitting there in just the short skirt. The skirt had ridden up and her bare legs were still apart so, as I looked down, I could see between her open thighs.
Her pussy was as blonde and as pink and as perfect and as pretty as it had been, when I'd seen it earlier, at the pussy show.
"Get back on the bed, Cookie."
My sister stood up and reached behind her to unfasten the clasp at the back of her mini-skirt.
"No," Sharky said. "Just hike it up, like you did in the show tonight. I want to watch you fuck in it."
Cookie pulled the hem of her skirt up and then moved to the middle of the bed, arranging herself on her back with her arms at her sides and her legs slightly apart. The mini-skirt was bunched around her thin midriff, above the flair of her hips and, below that, the furry, blond mound of her pussy was exposed, jutting up from the flat plain of her wide, lower stomach. I could see the cleft, through the wispy blond hairs at her crotch. It looked moist and inviting.
Her eyes were closed, as I looked down on her, and she was breathing deeply and rhythmically, causing her firm breasts to rise up and down. Her nipples were swollen and erect.
I heard Sharky say, "Look at that, boy! Have you ever seen a girl as sexy as that?"
I had to admit it, as I stood there and trembled, "No."
"Fuck her for me, Jack!"
I moved onto the bed and over her.
Cookie parted her legs a little more, to accommodate me, and then I gently lay myself on top of her, feeling first the warm contact of her twin breasts on my chest and then my cock as it came to rest over the furry bump below her taut, lower belly. Then I was laying fully on top of her, my elbows on the bedspread, at either side of her thin waist, and my hands gripping her sides, just below her armpits.
Cookie placed her hands on my upper back and we pressed the cheeks of our faces together.
I could hear Sharky, unzipping his pants at the side of the bed as he said, "Put it inside her, Jack."
I reached down between us and gripped my throbbing hard-on, maneuvering my hips so that I could find Cookie's opening with my cock-head. I could feel the tip, pressing into the warm, slickened furrow, between her pussy lips, and I rubbed it in there, hearing my sister softly moan each time my cock-tip massaged past her hardened clitoris. Then I detected the indention, at the heated opening of her vagina, and pressed myself slowly forward with my hips.
Cookie's pussy was so small that, as my cock-head pushed it's way into her, her outer lips were drawn in with it, making penetration difficult. I pulled back out, spreading her abundant lubrication around in her notch, to ease my entry. Then I worked the head back into her opening again and I pushed in hard.
I could feel her hot, tender passage grudgingly giving way and my cock beginning to slowly sink into her body. After pulling back and pushing in a few more times, I was finally, fully within her and I rested my body on top of her's and tried to get used to the sensations.
I have fucked in my life. Many times. I've had more than my share, in fact. I've had girls and grown women and whores and virgins. But I never, in all my days, ever sank my cock into anything as soft and as slick and as hot and as tight as Cookie's incredible pussy.
As I lay there, and felt her draw her knees up so that her silken thighs were against my hips, and felt my hard cock baking in her inner tightness, and felt the firmness of her pubic bone pressing up against mine, I almost shot my load into her, right then and there.
"How does it feel, Jack?" Sharky asked, excitedly.
I slowly lifted my face from Cookie's sweet, sandy hair and looked over at him.
Sharky was standing by the side of the bed. He was totally naked now. His body was a mass of muscle and scar and kinky, rust colored hair.
Clutched firmly, in his large hand, was a hardened cock that made mine look like a stubby pencil. He was jacking it slowly as he peered eagerly back at me and my sister, joined in sexual union on the bed.
"It feels okay," I said.
I looked down at Cookie, as her head reposed on the pillow. Her eyes were softly closed and her pretty face held a look of angelic contentment.
I reached up and brushed the blond bangs back from her forehead.
"Fuck her, Jack. Fuck your sister's pussy now."
I placed my cheek back at the side of her face and, gripping her tightly at her slim sides to gather her to me, I eased my ass back, withdrawing my cock. I could feel the sublime, slickened friction, of her tight internal passage, as I changed my direction and pushed firmly forward and then I pulled back and then pushed in and then back and then in and then back and then in, fucking my sister at a slow, easy pace and trying not to cum too soon.
Cookie placed her hands at my sides and pressed the warm cheek of her face firmly to mine and began to pant in my ear as I fucked her.
I felt her lower body start to move under me, thrusting her pussy up to take in my cock on each, thrilling, downward stroke.
Cookie was fucking me back!
"Good," Sharky said. "That looks real good, kids. Fuck each other. Yeah! Fuck her! Fuck your sister, Jack!"
I began to increase my thrusting movements, pushing in as deep as I could on each forward thrust and Cookie, beneath me, picked up her pace and stayed with me, grunting and moaning each time my cock-head pushed deep into her belly.
I held her more tightly now, gasping down into the pillow as I reeled from the thrill and fucked faster into the warm, curvy, writhing body below me. I could feel the points of her hard nipples, pressing against my heaving chest.
Cookie's little, breathless voice whispered, right into my ear now, "Ooh, Jackie. Ooh. Ooh. Yes."
"Move your ass, Jack," Sharky barked. "Fuck your cock into her! Fuck that sweet pussy, Jack! Fuck your sister's pussy with that big cock of yours!"
Cookie gripped my shoulders tightly, scratching me with her short nails, as I increased my tempo and thrust and thrust and thrust my excited cock, deep into her curvy, little body again and again and again. No matter how much faster I went, or how hard I pushed, Cookie worked her pussy up to meet me, thrust for thrust for thrust.
"Do it, Jack! Do it to her!"
I could feel her, using her strong legs now to angle her lower body higher, lifting us both from the bed and changing the degree of my penetration as she continued to grind her pussy up and against my quickly pistoning shaft.
My God, I thought, as I felt my prodding cock going even deeper into her body, my baby sister could FUCK!
I was so far into Cookie now, and fucking her with such force, that I could actually feel the end of my cock, pressing into the back of her womb, on every inward thrust.
I didn't know a boy's cock could go that far into a girl!
Suddenly she cried out and her lower body lurched up at me and locked and she put her hot mouth to my shoulder and bit me as hard as she could.
In sudden, sharp pain (and yet still driven by the force of the pleasure) I continued to pump and thrust and fuck into her tightly knotted body. Cookie's hot, little pussy seemed to grasp and grip my thrusting cock even tighter as the breath whistled past her clenching teeth and she squealed loudly and gripped and scratched at my upper arms.
Just as the pain was about to overcome me, her teeth let go and she went limp, all of a sudden, her body dropping back to the bed as if she had just lost all consciousness.
Suddenly worried, I stopped fucking her and lifted my head to look at her face.
It was a deep, bluish-red and covered with shining sweat. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open and she was panting quickly and loudly.
"Cookie!" I urgently called down to her.
She closed her mouth and swallowed, trying to catch her breath, as she lay beneath me with her eyes closed and her chest heaving. My concern seemed to triple as I raised my upper body from her, giving her some room and waiting for her to respond to me.
Then I saw her blue eyes softly flutter open and she looked up, for a moment, and smiled.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
She reached up and grabbed my ear and pulled it to her mouth and in a low whisper, she said, "You made me cum, Jackie." And then she teasingly added, "You bastard."
"What's going on?" Sharky yelled. "Why'd you stop? What did she say to you?"
I looked over at him. He was still holding his massive cock in his hand. His red, hairy balls hung limply between his muscled legs.
"She says it's getting sore, Sharky," I told him. "I think we're done now."
Sharky's eyes went wide. "Done now?" he yelled.
"Yeah," I said. "We did it. We fucked for you. That's it. We're done now. My sister's getting sore."
Sharky shook his head. "You're done when I TELL you you're done," he said with rising agitation.
Maybe it was the effects of the beer or the pot or the sex but I was becoming irritated with his constant bullying. I decided to call his bluff and challenge his authoritarian attitude. "Well," I said, "when's that?"
Sharky looked perplexed as he stared back at me. As if he hadn't considered the answer himself. "When you cum in her," he finally said.
"You want me to cum in her?"
"Yeah."
"THEN we'll be done and we can go?"
Sharky smiled. "Yeah. Then you can go."
"Well," I said, raising my upper body off my warm sister and holding myself up on my arms with my hard cock still buried deep in her hot belly, "I don't think I CAN cum."
"What?"
"Yeah. All this worry about my dad and Trooper and Glen is on my mind and it's keeping me from concentrating on fucking."
"So?"
"Well, why don't you do what you said you'd do? Make that call and get them released. Then I can get back to fucking and get a nut off, in Cookie, for you."
Sharky just stared for a minute, mulling the situation over in his mind. I watched as he let go of his cock and then formed both of his hands into fists. His ruddy face seemed to become redder and redder.
I had gambled on his losing his resolve and giving in. Maybe I had lost...
"Alright," he suddenly barked and then he turned and walked to the phone on the dresser.
I twisted my upper body around so I could look behind me and watch him as he picked up the receiver and dialed.
"Mueller?" he said. "This is Sharky. Listen. There's some papers in my top desk drawer. The middle one. Yeah. I forgot to take care of them before I left today. They're release forms for Trooper, Cutter and Wolodkowicz. Yeah, the three from the carnival. No, Slater and Phelps aren't pressing charges. Yeah, Mueller. Just let them go! Alright."
He hung up the receiver and turned back to me. "There," he said, "they're free now. Can we get back to it?"
I looked back down at Cookie. Her eyes were closed again. I could feel her stomach as it rose and fell, against mine, with her steady breathing. My cock, inside of her pussy, was still hard and throbbing.
"Do I HAVE to cum in her?" I asked.
Sharky walked quickly to the side of the bed. "Yeah!" he shouted, "That was our agreement!"
"It's alright," Cookie said, in a calm voice, below me. "Mom put me on the pill, last year, when she found out about me and Mike."
I looked over at Sharky. "Then we can go, right?"
He smiled. "Yeah. Then you go."
I lay myself back on top of her, feeling the heat and the softness of her body warming my stomach and chest as held my head above her and looked into her pretty, tranquil face.
"Alright," I said and I started to slowly churn my cock into her again.
"Good," Sharky said as he watched my ass working my cock in Cookie. "That's good, Jack. Fuck her. Tighten your ass muscles as you put it to her, Jack. Really sink that thing in there. Yes. That's the way!"
Cookie's pussy was still tight and gripped my cock as I thrust it in and back and felt my thighs and loins press between her soft, parted legs and against her firm pubic bone. It felt so good and so compelling and yet I wondered, as I fucked and looked down at her, if I really COULD do it. If I could have an orgasm with her.
I mean, this was really screwing with my head.
"Come on, Jack," Sharky was saying. "Do it, boy!"
Could I lie to him? Just TELL him that I cum?
"Fuck her, Jack! Cum in her! I want to see it, Jack. I want to see your cum dripping from her pussy!"
I guess not.
Resigned to my fate, I closed my eyes and began to fuck Cookie faster, trying to summon that familiar feeling of impending climax. But, as good as fucking her felt. It wasn't enough. I knew it was my sister that I was screwing and, something about this situation was causing me a block.
"Come on, Jack! Are you close?"
I looked over at Sharky, urgently jacking his cock. I guess the sick bastard was trying to time his orgasm with mine.
I shook my head.
"Dammit, Jack!" he yelled. "Concentrate!"
"It's not easy," I said, stopping my motion on her.
"Shit!" Cookie suddenly called out, from beneath me, and I looked down into her pretty, but determined, face. "I'll get your ass off," she said, "if that's what it takes to get us out of here... "
I could feel her thighs spread further apart and she grasped my ass, pulling me deeper into her as, at the same time, she pressed her pussy up at me, and used her internal muscles to tighten her vagina's grip on my cock.
"Come here," she ordered. And she put her other hand to the back of my head and then she pulled my face down to her's.
Cookie closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and sucking and licking and churning her pretty face at me, giving me the nastiest, sexiest kiss I had ever received in my life. At the same time, she began to work her lower body and fuck her pussy up, under me, from the bed.
It worked. I had no control over it as I could feel my cock go harder, inside of her, and become longer, pressing to the entrance of that hot chamber within her tight little stomach again.
I moaned and began to return her sensual, compelling kiss as I started to thrust and pump and fuck my cock into her with a quickly building tempo. She put her hands on my chest muscles now and squeezed, softly digging her nails in my flesh.
"Yeah, Jack," Sharky said excitedly. "Do it in her!"
Then I felt a strong rush and an electric surge and I screamed into my sister's sweet, licking mouth as my cock suddenly lurched forward and began to spew gush after gush of my hot sperm deep into Cookie's tightly gripping, churning belly.
As soon as my intense orgasm ebbed, she broke off our kiss, turned her face to Sharky and said, "There! He came in me! Are you happy now?"
"Yes!" Sharky screamed out and I turned my face to look at him too.
He was standing there, with his eyes closed and his hairy legs bowed, jacking frantically on his huge cock as thick globs of milky cum shot, slowly and weakly, from its bulbus tip and impacted, in loud consecutive drips, on the carpet.
"Eeeyuuuuu!" Cookie said, in revulsion, turning her head away on the pillow for a moment, and then she sat up, using her arms and legs to push me off of her.
I scampered from the bed, my shrinking cock wet with the sticky mixture of both mine and my sister's sexual fluids.
"God!" Cookie said, as she turned to Sharky, "you are one, sick person!"
Sharky, his face flushed from his orgasm, looked back at her. His eyes blazed and then he pointed at her and said, "Listen, you... "
Cookie got up on her knees now, pulling her skirt down over her thighs. "No," she shot back at him, thrusting her upper body in his direction, "YOU listen... !"
Sharky closed his mouth and just stood there.
"We're DONE here now! We did what we said we'd do--- what we HAD to do-- and we're getting dressed and getting out of here right now! We're done with you!"
"Look kid," Sharky snapped back. "I'm not finished yet. I want to see his cum dripping out of you! I want to see your own brother's sperm oozing out of your pretty little snatch. The evidence of the dirty "deed" that you and your brother did."
Cookie placed her fists at her hips and her pretty face glowered at him. "We didn't do ANYTHING, mister. Except what we HAD to do or what we was FORCED to do. I don't know what all this was about," she loudly stated, "or what it did for you (other than getting you off) but let me tell you something... I'm not showing you anything! I'm through tossing the privacy of my body and my morals out the window for tonight!"
"Morals?" Sharky bellowed. "What morals? You're a carny girl for Christ's sake!"
"Yes I am!" Cookie said, jumping off the bed and bending to snatch her blouse from the floor. "And I've been with the carnival since I was little. And I'm proud of myself, mister. And I'm proud of our carnival and of my friends and my family and my big brother! You're wrong about us. We DO have morals, mister. We don't cheat people. We bring people fun and happiness and good times. They seek us out and come to us willingly. We don't slink around in the dark and try to force people to do things that we think are sick and dirty."
Cookie pulled Gina's blouse on and buttoned it, covering her firm, flushed breasts, and Sharky stood there and watched her, his face becoming so beet-red with anger that it made his hair look pale.
Then she stooped and grabbed my shirt and pants and boots and tossed them to me and she turned back to Sharky and said, "And another thing... Don't even THINK that this power trip of yours is going to have any effect on me or my brother. What you made us do isn't going to change us, or the way that we care about each other, one little bit!"
Cookie turned her back to him and stepped to the door and opened it. "Come on, Jackie!" she said. "You're taking me to the God damn White Castle!" and then she walked briskly out, leaving the door wide open.
Nervously, I put on my pants and shirt and pulled on my boots, keeping my eyes on Sharky as he stared at the open door.
Then I turned and started to walk out after her.
"Hold it!" Sharky barked and I froze, watching him as he went quickly to the gym bag and bent to unzip it.
"I got a score to settle with you," he said, reaching into the canvas bag.
I closed my eyes and waited.
"Well?" he said.
Not wanting to open my eyes, I swallowed hard, and then looked at him. He was standing there in front of me, totally ugly and naked, with his big dick hanging flaccid between his hairy thighs, and holding a large wad of money in his hand.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's the five hundred bucks, kid. The money! Remember? Our agreement? You let me watch you fuck her and I'm paying up. It was worth it!" Sharky laughed now and shook his head. "That sister of yours! Jeez! She's a hot little cunt! She was WORTH the five hundred bucks!"
I looked at the money in his hand. The money I had wished for and needed. The money to set me up for a real good time, with my friends, in Indianapolis, just like I wanted. The money Sharky was willing to pay for what he had gotten to see me do with Cookie.
"Keep it," I told him, stepping to the open door. "She's worth a hell of lot more than that to me."