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CHAPTER TWO

Monica paced about in her big bedroom, still thinking. She hadn't had a chance to talk to her grandfather yet. There'd been two men come to the house about business, and he'd been with them in the den downstairs.

She shut off the bedroom light and looked through her window onto the Gulf. The moon was straight overhead, half-full, and it made the waves cresting on the beach glimmer whitely.

She took deep breaths of the fresh air and felt her body tingle all over again. It seemed she couldn't make it stop tingling, ever since Burke had boosted her back up the wall and waved to her and made his way through the growth to his pickup.

She'd eaten dinner with Christine tonight, because her grandfather had been talking business over the big table with his guests. Several times, Christine had looked at her oddly, and she was afraid there was a physical mark on her now that would tell the whole world that she had had her pussy rubbed by a cock until she'd come, but Christine didn't question her.

Whit hadn't come home yet, either. He was supposed to be back at sundown. Maybe he'd known their grandfather would be busy and might not notice that he wasn't home on time, and he'd taken advantage of it. It would be just like Whit to do that.

In a moment of satiny sensation, Monica let out a small cry and stripped naked in the dimness of her bedroom. She stood in front of the window and let the breeze play over her skin until there were little bumps all over it.

She hugged her sensitive tits with her arms and shivered. She ran her hands softly down her belly. She felt the dried flakes of Burke's cum on her skin, and she nearly swooned when she remembered the sight and the feel of his spurting prick against her pussy.

She curled her fingers around her naked twat and clamped her thighs tightly, squeezing and fondling her soft lips. She felt them swell as the sensations began again.

She twisted and fell gently onto her back on the bed and let her fingertips roam up and down the slippery gap between her lips, moaning and remembering.

Experimentally, she pressed the tip of her finger into the soft, slippery folds of her pussy mouth and let it slip just inside. She felt the thin barrier of her cherry, and a quick stab went through her, reminding her of the pain there must be in fucking.

She wished fucking didn't hurt. It would have to be wonderful. It would have to be the most wonderful thing in the world, to feel a big cock go inside her body and jerk and spurt wads of sperm there.

She heard a sound out in the hallway. She lifted her head and listened, her hand clamped protectively around her pussy. It had sounded a little like a giggle. A feminine giggle.

She listened harder. That would be impossible. The only other woman in the house was Christine, and she wouldn't be in the upstairs at this time of night.

She rolled silently from the bed and slipped back into her clothing, a pair of dark stretch pants and a jersey pullover. She went to her door in the darkness and put her ear to it, still listening.

There was a clump. It sounded as if it had come from Whit's bedroom, down the hall. Then the talking and laughing of the men downstairs blotted out any other sound there might have been as they got ready to leave.

"Chester, see that these gentlemen get through the gate," she heard her grandfather say, his deep, strong voice coming up the stairwell to her.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Sanderhoff."

"Good night, Galt, and thank you for the excellent dinner. That woman's a marvel in the kitchen, I swear she is."

Galt laughed richly. "You can't have her, Mel. Christine's been cooking for me for thirty years, and I'm not giving her up now."

"I'll get that memo off first thing in the morning, Mr. Sanderhoff," the other one said. "I think it's going to work out well for you."

"Fine, Pres, fine. Good night. Oh, Chester, I want to talk to you for a moment after you've let them out."

"Yes, sir."

Monica heard the door open and close. She did not hear her grandfather walk from the foyer, and she could picture him standing there, his body lean and fit and deeply tanned, his hair silver, his face lined with character instead of age.

The door opened again, and it was Chester. "Sir?" he asked. His voice was firm. Muscles bulged from a sturdy body under the white butlering jacket he wore when he didn't have his black chauffering jacket on.

"Is Whitfield home yet, Chester?"

"Yes, sir."

"When did he get home?"

"I didn't notice, Mr. Sanderhoff."

"Damn it, Chester," he said mildly, "stop covering for him. I'm a little worried about that twat he's taken up with – what's her name?"

"Carla, sir. She's – well, you know. He's at the age where he needs a girl's company now and then."

Galt sighed heavily. "I suppose so, Chester. Still, I wish Whit weren't so damn impulsive. More like his sister – steady. It's unbelievable that Ardelle could have born such entirely different children, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"God, I miss my daughter at times like this. Raising her was tough enough. But I'm too damn old and cranky to be farting around raising her kids too. That Whit – takes after that son of a bitch she stupidly married."

"Yes, sir."

"I don't want it to happen again, Chester. One scoundrel in the family was enough. Have you finished checking her out yet?"

"Very nearly, Mr. Sanderhoff. Would you like me to get my notes on her?"

"In the morning, Chester. I'm a little tired after all that business talk. Nothing to be particularly wary of?"

"Not that my contacts have been able to determine yet, sir. But they're still checking."

"Well, let him dip his randy dick in her, then. I guess you're right – he does need a piece at his age. Oh, before you go, what about Monica and that fellow?"

"Burke Hammond, sir. His father was a stock broker. Good position with a good firm."

"Was?"

"He quit, sir. Apparently, he just wanted a change in his life style. He became a forest ranger after divorcing his wife. She runs a fashion store in Miami and does adequately with it. The boy appears pleasant and well-liked."

"Just quit? Bullshit."

"We can't find anything, Mr. Sanderhoff. No woman, no other man for his wife. He has a modest savings. They urged him to stay on, and we can find nothing out of the ordinary."

"Keep looking, Chester. A guy doesn't quit a job like that and go off in the woods for no reason."

"Apparently, he did, sir."

"I didn't get where I am by accepting appearances, Chester," Galt said levelly. "Look closer into Hammond's wife. You've missed something there, old friend, I'll guarantee it. A man runs to the woods to escape, not to start over."

"Yes, sir."

"What about Monica and the boy?"

"They seem – friendly – Mr. Sanderhoff. I think it won't be long, now."

Another heavy sigh came up the stairwell. "God… it can't happen again, Chester. It just can't."

"I hope not, sir. She's a lovely girl. Every bit as lovely as her mother was. I'm doing my best to keep track…"

"Well, do it faster, Chester," Galt said with a gravelly tone, not really reprimanding him. "Something's going to happen again. I can feel it. I can smell it the way an old bull smells wolf piss. There's a stench in the air that's getting stronger and stronger. Don't believe me, huh? You've got your contacts and network, Chester, and they do a good job, but I've got a nose that beats your contacts all to hell and back."

"I questioned that only once, Mr. Sanderhoff, a long, long time ago. I've never questioned it since. I'll check everything over again."

"What about their father? Is the bastard still in Colombia where he ought to be?"

There was a pause that made Monica hold her breath and strain to hear harder. Then Chester spoke hesitantly.

"We – uh – he seems to have left Bogota, Mr. Sanderhoff. The last check was returned by the bank. We think he's gone to Baranquilla."

"What! The port city? God damn it! Get on it, Chester – fast! The son of a bitch is coming back. Twelve years of taking my money to stay the hell away, and he's coming back to do it again. Herb Lobocky," he grated, as if swearing vilely. "I should have killed him then, Chester."

"There was never any proof, Mr. Sanderhoff," Chester said defensively.

"He gave my daughter two children, Chester. And then he took up with that slut, and I ran him off when they bungled that attempt to blackmail Ardelle. They were the ones who had her kidnapped, Chester. Proof! Hell, I don't need your Goddamn proof. My nose tells me it was him! Half a million I paid for her. And I got her back dead."

"Please, sir, it's best if you don't get worked up again," Chester said gently. "We're checking thoroughly. Indications are that Lobocky is dead. There was a drug thing last month. The Colombian soldiers shot up quite a few of them. We think Lobocky was one of them."

"What's it take to find out? More money? What do you need?"

"Just time, sir."

"Time can be bought, Chester. First thing in the morning."

"Yes, sir."

"It's going to happen, Chester. Soon. God damn it, the air stinks of it! Don't stop with that Hammond kid or that Carla twat, either, out get the word out that I want Herb Lobocky. I want their son-of-a-bitch father!"

"Yes, sir. I'd be glad to fix you a nightcap before I leave, sir. I really think you'd better have something to settle yourself."

"Aaah!" Galt growled. "I'm too old to need a mother, Chester. You carry that.44 of yours?"

"Yes, sir."

"You wearing it now?"

"In the house, sir?"

"Yes, damn it! From now on! In the house and everywhere – even to bed with you, and my apologies to Christine." There was the sound of her grandfather's hand clapping firmly and affectionately onto Chester's massive, muscle bound shoulder, and then his voice was entirely at ease and robust. "I'll have that drink, now. You worry about me too damn much, Chester. A good blow now and then does me good. Without my dear wife any more, I've got to blow it off one way or another, don't I?" he chuckled.

"I wouldn't argue with that, sir," Chester said, his tone indicating there was a big grin spreading over his face.

Monica heard their steps fade toward the den. She let out her breath slowly. Her mind reeled. Even her legs didn't work right as she went back to her bed and sat on the edge in the darkness.

This time, the pieces did fit. She didn't know whether to feel enlightened or perfectly outraged. It was clear that every move she and Whit made was known to their grandfather.

Every friend was checked. Even the parents of their friends. And when Chester or Louis drove them somewhere, they were more than just drivers or chaperones. They were armed bodyguards!

God, it was incredible! It shook her to the core and made her shiver and hug her breasts tightly. Did Whit know all this? Is this what he'd been keeping from her?

She made a face of revulsion and shuddered. She'd had no idea her grandfather was that kind of man – running their father off, paying him to stay away from his own children!

Monica just barely remembered her father. She drew forth the image of a stocky man with broad features and dark hair. A man with a startlingly handsome smile and a smooth voice he used to sing her to sleep with when he sat beside her bed in the darkness.

She'd loved him. She'd been only a small girl.

She hadn't understood why he'd left, why she and Whit and their mother had moved in with Grampa, why her last name had been changed to Sanderhoff.

It began to make sense now. The restrictions and close guard made sense, too. If her mother had been kidnapped and ransomed and murdered, then she could understand why her grandfather had kept her and Whit isolated from the outside world.

She understood that he was trying to protect them, and the feeling of revulsion left. She shivered again. The possessiveness in her grandfather's voice when he'd said it was going to happen again was scary now.

"Oh, Burke…" she cried softly.

Not Burke! He couldn't be part of anything like that!

She sprang from the bed. She had to talk to Whit. She had to talk to somebody!

She started out her door. She heard Chester and her grandfather still talking, their voices coming from the den. She could just see Chester's white-coated back in the doorway.

She closed her door silently and hurried to the French doors leading to the outside balcony. She could go down it and make the short jump over to her brother's balcony and go into his room without any chance of being seen.

She looked over the railing at the terrace below, one story down. She climbed lithely over the wrought railing and stood on the foot-wide edge of her bedroom balcony and looked straight ahead. She'd done it before. Years ago, when she'd met Whit's dare to follow him. Still, she licked her lips and felt them suddenly dry.

She tensed herself and then made the leap. Her feet landed surely, and her slim fingers grasped Whit's railing. She let out her breath and climbed over and was just ready to bang on his French doors when she heard the giggle again.

The curtain was half drawn over the glass doors. His bathroom light was on. She peered inside carefully and then jumped back, getting the shock of her life.

Whit had a girl in there!

They came out of the bathroom together, both stark naked. The girl had long blond hair. Her tits were pointed and jiggly, with pink nipples at the ends.

Whit was drying her back with a towel, following her into the bedroom. She giggled again, stopping, leaning her head back against his shoulder as Whit rubbed the towel over her pert, round asscheeks again and again.

"I think my butt's good and dry, honey," she said laughingly. "But my pussy's still wet. Ooooo, it's just all wet, Whit, honey."

He laughed with her. He dropped the towel. His hands came round and cupped her pointed tits. He rolled them on her chest, stroking them with his fingers, tweaking her nipples gently until she gasped heatedly.

"It's gonna get even wetter, baby – just as soon as I shoot my big load up it. Then it's gonna be soaked!"

"Oh, you talk naughty, Whit," she chided. "You keep talking dirty like that, and I'm going to leave, and then you'll just have to jack off."

His hands swept down her flat tummy to her golden-furred mound, and his fingers slid over her pussy lips and into the slippery gap. She spread her thighs and helped him, and Monica watched her brother's stiff finger slip right up the girl's cunt hole.

"Ohhhhhh, Whit…" she gasped, her hips beginning to circle.

"You're not gonna leave, Carla," he said huskily. "You like my finger fucking in and out of your sweet pussy too much. You're gonna like my hard cock even better. Besides, you know I have to let you out of this place. It's like breaking out of a fucking prison, unless you know how to do it."

"Do you really have electric eyes and all that stuff, honey."

"The whole works, baby. Even three big black dogs prowling around in the yard."

"Oh, you do not!"

"Sure, we do," he grinned. "Come on over here, and I'll show you."

He walked her toward the French doors. Monica's heart pounded, and she looked around wildly for a way to escape. She didn't know about any dogs, but after overhearing Chester and her grandfather, she wouldn't be surprised if they were down there.

It didn't matter if they were. Whit and Carla were nearly to the doors. Monica flattened herself against the wall. The door swung open and bumped against her thrusting tits. Only the thin curtain over the glass hid her. They stepped onto the balcony and looked at the beach, and she could hear the wet suck of her brother's finger as it swirled around in Carla's pussy.

"See the dogs? There goes one!"

"Oh, there's no dog. Hey, if there's a dog down there, bring him up, and I'll show you something really wild!"

Whit gasped. His finger stopped its deep swirling. Monica could just see his stiff cock through the gauzy curtain. It throbbed up against the bottom of her crotch and became imbedded in the deep crack of Carla's ass.

"My God!" he gasped. "You wouldn't!"

"Wanna bet?" she giggled. "Mmmmmmm, baby, after you get through working me up with that finger of yours, I'd fuck anything!"

She whirled around in his arms suddenly and plastered her soft body against his, flinging her arms around his neck, kissing him, nipping at his lips with her white teeth.

"Ohhhh, honey – fuck me! God, don't make me get any hotter! Give me that big wonderful prick of yours! Now!"

Whit gasped and clamped his hands around her tight buttocks. He lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles behind his back.

Her pussy split wide open. Monica could see the pink meat, the puffy lips, the gleam of wetness from her slippery juice as it caught the light from the bedroom.

She stared through the thin weave of the curtain and couldn't believe she was invisible behind it. Yet, she knew the whiteness made a blank screen in front of her dark clothing. Besides, Carla's eyes weren't open. She closed them as she flexed the trim thighs and lifted her pussy back.

Whit's stiff prick jerked upward. The head centered right into the fleshy gap and jerked at her vaginal mouth, making another wet suck in her oiled tissues.

He growled softly. Carla inched her hips forward. Monica watched the head of her brother's prick spread the satiny pussy meat and slip slowly and teasingly inside the pink hole.

"Ahhhhhhh, good! Good!" Carla cried softly. "Fuck it up me! Ohhh, fuck that wonderful cock up my cunt and make me come!"

Monica watched it happen. She held her breath. Her tit tips brushed sensitively against the soft fabric of her pullover. She felt her own pussy lips bloat quickly inside the stretch pants, and she knew it was pouring forth her sweet, virginal juices.

Her brother! She was watching her brother fuck his prick into a girl's pussy!

She couldn't help the comparison her mind made – Carla's big, fleshy, wet cunt and her own tight, virginal little slit. Carla's big pointed tits that jiggled to the sides and her own firm, round balls, high and pert.

And she couldn't help but notice the difference between her brother's prick and Burke's. Carla was moaning for the big cock that was sliding up her open cunt, making quite a fuss over it. Monica couldn't help a smug feeling. Her brother's prick wasn't as thick or as long as Burke's had been.

"Ahhhhh, God! Darling, it's all the way up my cunt! Ohhhhhh, what a fucker you are! A big bold fucker! God, take me into the bedroom and lay me out and pump that heavy cock in and out of my drooling cunt and make me come, Whit!"

She screwed her hips around, swinging her round ass in his cupping hands, making her pussy mouth suck and slobber along the stiff, imbedded shaft.

She twisted her chest against him and made her pointed tits slide and flatten against him. She flexed her thighs and made her pussy lift up and down along his cock. And all the while, she nibbled on his ears and his lips and breathed passionately against his neck and face and moaned.

Whit turned, balancing her weight on his forward-thrusting hips. He was grinning broadly, his lips quivering with passion and a feeling of regal power, as if the piece of ass he was holding in his hands was really the whole world.

Monica held her breath again as they staggered back through the doors into the bedroom. Carla's foot caught the edge of the door and pulled it partly closed, allowing Monica to be able to see clearly through the crack it made with the frame.

She watched her brother pump his prick rapidly into Carla's pussy for a moment. He held her cheeks wide apart, and his butt flew back and forth as he stroked her and made her cling to him and moan shakily.

"Ohhhhhhh, you fucker! You big fucker! God, Whit, you're going to make me come already! Ahhhhh, put me on the bed and pour it to me!"

Monica sucked in her breath and glued her eye to the crack. She felt her pussy squirm and shiver and her lips bloat. She slid her hands down her tummy and cupped her burning, quivering crotch tightly with them, pressing her arms in at the sides of her tits.

Whit carried Carla to the foot of the bed. He bent over with her and laid her on her back, still standing. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips, and they came uncurled and flew straight into the air.

"Eeeeee, fuck me!" she cried gleefully.

Whit pounded against her saddle, driving his prick in and out of her split pussy, making her juices spray to the sides and coat her inner thighs and his belly.

Monica watched her brother's balls swing under his crotch. They spanked into the split crack of Carla's ass. Her anus pulsed and sucked, and her cheeks quivered with each slap as if trying to capture his balls in their firm grip.

Whit stiff-armed the bed while he fucked, looking down at her shaking, jiggling tits. He leaned forward and sucked the end of one of them into his mouth and drew on it.

The nipple stretched and popped from his lips, and her tit end gleamed and throbbed. He did it to the other tit, and Carla groaned with sexual bliss.

"Suck my tits!" she cried. "Fuck my pussy! Ahhhhh, you horny fucker, fill my aching cunt with hot cum! Make it boil up my pussy until my belly sloshes!"

"Ohhh, you hot bitch!" Whit groaned. "You love fucking! God damn it, baby, tonight's the night!"

"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes! I'm hot enough, Whit – are you?"

"God, yes!" he gasped.

"Then give it to me! Give me the first one, you fucker! I'll bet you don't make the other nine!"

"Like hell!" he cried. "You're the one who isn't going to make it to ten, because your pussy's so hot and wet right now it's going to blow apart with the first one!"

"Ahhhhhh, God! Yes! Now! Right now, you fucker! Blast me full! Here it comes! Here comes – number… one… Yaaaaaagh!"

Her ass lifted high, driving her gobbling, sucking cunt mouth up the jerking tube of his prick. The wet flesh quivered and pulsed, the muscles surrounding her pussy orifice stripping the sensitive underside of his cock as they pulsed with her orgasm.

She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her tits. The pointed cones flattened and stabbed into him, and she shuddered wildly, tossing her cupped ass in his hands.

"Ahhhhhhgh, your cunt! It's eating my cock alive! Ahhhhhh, God, here it comes, baby! The whole flood! Take it! Take it! I'm going to… Ahhhhrrrgh!"

He drove his body against hers, splitting her already spread thighs wider. He pulled upward with his hands, lifting her ass from the bed and wrapping her sucking, silky pussy meat up around the root of his bucking prick.

His balls drew up tightly under his crotch and pumped. Sperm hosed and boiled from the tip of his prick, shooting far up her silken depths and bathing her spasming cervix.

There was so much of it her pussy tunnel wouldn't hold it all. It spurted from between her bloated, quivering cunt lips and ran down the bottom of her crotch, puddling in the upturned little mouth of her quivering asshole.

Monica stood outside and watched her brother's asscheeks clench together tightly as he shot his big wad into the girl's spasming pussy.

She felt her own cunt blaze with heat. She remembered the feel of Burke's big prick rubbing up and down her silky slit and rippling over the throbbing bud of her clit, and the squeezing sensation her hands were giving her pussy on the outside of her pants wasn't enough.

She gasped repeatedly, unable to take her eyes from the erotic sight. She thrust her hand inside her stretch pants and felt the wet curls of her pubes, the bloated, shaking lips of her virginal twat.

One hand wasn't enough. She shoved the other one inside her pants too, and the material cupped her asscheeks tightly. She spread her puffy cunt lips with two fingers and ran another one up and down her leaking slit, pretending it was Burke's jumping cock again.

Her pussy was drenched with slippery juice. Her fingers squished and slopped through it and made a lewd noise she was sure they could hear inside.

She watched the way Carla hugged and thrashed and shuddered. She listened to the girl's cries of sexual bliss. She looked at the expression on the pretty face.

It looked as if she were in terrible pain, the way her features were all twisted up and yells came out of her open mouth, but that was the only indication of pain there was.

Her pussy was wide open and accepting. She strained upward as if unable to get enough of Whit's cock up her pussy. Monica knew she wouldn't act that way about fucking if it was hurting her.

It sure wasn't hurting Whit. He bore into her cunt with every last millimeter of his bucking prick, and his sperm spewed and overflowed from the silk-lined hole.

Monica's clit throbbed and burned as the friction of her slippery finger became nearly unbearable. She felt that great hollow feeling start in her belly again, and she knew she was going to come.

She felt another kind of emptiness – the kind you feel when you know you've passed up an opportunity you shouldn't have.

It was clear as hell from watching Carla and her brother that fucking didn't hurt. She wished fervently right then that she'd let Burke fuck his big prick into her pussy and blast his sperm there instead of onto her belly.

"Eeeeee, God! God!" Carla nearly screamed, giving a final lunge upward as the biggest wave of all hit her.

"Ah! Ah!" Whit gasped, collapsing on top of her with a final shake and clench of his ass.

Monica nearly cried out with them. But she clamped her lips together tightly and kept the scream bubbling up in her throat to a muffled squeal.

Her pussy sucked and spasmed. Her legs shook. She leaned against the side of the building and let her body shudder violently as she came and came.

Her juice flowed from her virginal hole in a stream. She pressed the tip of her finger over the very mouth of her vagina and felt all the young muscles there quivering and sucking, as if trying to draw her finger inside her hole.

Ohhhhhh, Burke! she cried inwardly. I want your cock flecking up my pussy right now!

When her emotions had stopped spinning, she kept her fingers curled around her twat. The meat there was still quivering, still terribly sensitive.

She heard them gasp and moan inside, and she put her eye to the crack again to see if they were fucking another time.

Whit's prick was still buried to the hilt in Carla's pussy. Her legs were over the edge of the bed, now, her feet on the floor. She was licking his ear, thrusting her tongue tip from between her lips and giggling, making him shiver again and again.

"Ready for another one, honey?" she teased him. "You've got nine more big comes to go to make your big brag."

"In a minute, baby," Whit gasped. "Whew, what a wild, wet cunt you've got!"

"Minute, hell," she moaned. "I'm ready now, honey! Ohhh, don't make me wait for it – fuck me!"

He lifted his head and looked at her. "That's crap," he said. "Baby, you can't be ready after an explosion like that."

"Ohhhhhh, fuck me," she groaned, closing her eyes, twisting her body under him, lifting her hips up and down again.

"You're putting me on!" Whit moaned, wincing a little as if it did hurt him this time.

"Watch me, honey," she said, opening her eyes, looking at him with a hungry, wild expression. "Take that useless cock out of my pussy and watch me, and I'll show you if I'm putting you on!"

She pushed at his chest. Whit lifted up on shaky arms. His prick slid from her sodden hole. It was half limp. A string of sperm stretched between the wide eye and her pussy flesh. It glimmered in the light and then sagged and broke, leaving a little drop on the tip of his shiny, wet prick.

Carla lifted her feet to the edge of the bed, her knees bent all the way. She let them fall to the sides, and her pussy split wide open, showing all.

Whit looked down and gasped. Her flesh was sodden. It drooled with juices. The pink meat quivered and shook. Her clit strained from the little tent at the top of her cleft.

The curls of her blond bush were matted and flattened and darkened with wetness. She pumped her open pussy at him tauntingly, squirming her hips, running her hands over her tits with lustful, stimulating squeezes and strokes.

Her nipples sprouted from the ends, rubbery and red. She opened her hand and made her palm circle over the standing nubs until they were blazing with sensation.

"Ohhhhhh, you just watch me, you pooped-out fucker," she moaned again, sliding her hand down her flat, quivering tummy.

She stroked her fingers over her puffy, drenched pussy lips. She put two of them into her slippery gap and slid them upward, hooking the tip of her clitoris and making the stiff nub spring back and quiver heatedly.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she gasped. "I'm ready, all right! I'm going to beat you there, baby! I'll bit ten comes by the time you're reaching for your third!"

"Hey, Carla…" Whit moaned in a crestfallen way, looking down into her open, quivering pussy hole.

"Ohhhhh, don't stop me again, fucker. If you're not up to it, then just leave me the hell alone." She stroked her cunt and made her hole suck noisily. She looked at him directly. "See, baby, see? See how wet and hot it's getting? Get it straight, fucker – I don't need a cock to keep me happy. But you need my sweet, wet pussy."

She twisted and closed her eyes, rolling her hips, making her pelvis move up and down and her pussy fuck her fingers.

She held the lips wide apart so that Whit could see it all. He licked his lips. He looked at his cock. Taking the half-limp tube in his hand, he began jacking it, looking from it to her heated pussy.

He couldn't get stiff. He looked as if her remark had cut through him – as if there'd been more truth in her claim than he liked to admit to himself.

Carla closed her eyes and hummed, smiling to herself. She massaged her twat lips until they were bright red and dripping with her slippery pussy juice. She stroked her gap and circled her fingers over the head of her clit, sliding them alongside the stiff, throbbing root of the little organ.

"Get down on your knees, Whit," she moaned.

"Look at my cunt! Watch it quiver and suck when I masturbate myself to a big come and then tell me I wasn't ready for another one! Watch!"

Her knees rocked up and down as her butt tossed at the edge of the bed. Obediently, Whit got to his knees between her split thighs and stared right into her red, slippery maw.

His prick bowed outward from his loins, throbbing in his fist, but still half limp. He jacked himself while he watched her masturbate faster and harder.

"Aw, baby – let me fuck it!" he gasped. He straightened slightly and lifted his prick, placing the wet head right at her quivering pussy mouth.

"Get it away!" she said sharply. "You couldn't fuck a rabbit with that weak little dick right now!" She pushed his prickhead from her hole and shoved three fingers up herself and fucked them in and out fast, making sloppy sounds of hot wetness.

Whit obeyed again. He sat back on his heels and stared straight ahead and watched her masturbate. A small sound came from the back of his throat, something like a whimper.

"Ohhhhh, open my cunt lips with your fingers! Wide open! So far open you could see right up to my womb!"

Eagerly, almost, Whit did as she commanded. He reached forward and placed two fingers on either pussy lip and pried the meat open. Her inner tissues blazed redly in the light, convoluted and slippery, like a sheath of oiled silk.

Her muscles jumped and squeezed as her fingertips rolled over her straining clit. She switched her ass around, making her pussy mouth weave before his staring eyes like a red flag.

"At! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "That's the way, baby! Stare right up it! Look and see what you're missing for not having a hard cock when I want it hard! What do you see, fucker? Tell me!"

"Christ, I can see three inches up your cunt!" Whit gasped. "Ohhh, let me fuck it! I can fuck it now, Carla!"

"You're too late, fucker!" she cried. "I can feel it twitching right now! See my pussy twitch?"

He saw it. He licked his lips. His prick was now straining stiffly from his lap.

The red, wet mouth pulsed rhythmically, the muscles spasming and sucking inward as if wanting to pull on a hard, imbedded cock shaft.

Monica watched them. Her own finger was sliding up and down her heated gap again. She wondered what had happened to her brother. He was usually headstrong and reckless and unwilling to take orders from anybody. She wondered why he didn't get up on his feet and ram his hard cock right up her cunt and fuck the shit out of her.

But he didn't. He kept her lips wide open and watched the inner workings of her silky tunnel, seeing the muscles twitch and the slippery juke form on the convoluted walls and ooze forward to drain into the little pocket at the bottom of her twat.

"Oh!" she gasped suddenly. "Ahhhhhh, I'm going to come! Watch me come, Whit! Watch my cunt… Ah! Ahhhhhgh!"

Her thighs trembled. They wanted to close and thrash and scissor. She kept them open for him. She made one last circle over her clit tip and then took her hands away from her pussy and grabbed her tits, squeezing the pointed cones hard.

Her hips jerked up and down. Her pussy mouth went into wild spasms, sucking and pulsing. Honey flowed from her hole and slithered over the tips of his fingers as he kept her bloated lips wide open and watched the red pussy pulsate with orgasm.

"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried again, letting him see it all.

"God! My God! Look at it!" Whit cried. "Ohhhhhh, I've gotta fuck it, Carla!"

Monica was mesmerized by the sight herself – just as much as her brother was. He didn't move. He just kept staring, his prick jerking and bucking heatedly.

Monica couldn't stop herself from coming again. She wondered if her pussy looked like that right now, spasming and twitching, leaking all that juice.

Her fingers became coated. She had the wild desire to thrust her stiff fingers up her pussy and ram them through her damnable cherry and get it over with.

Then she had a crazier idea. It came to her when she heard her brother groan and saw him pump forward.

His prick jerked and bucked. Then, without his even touching it, it spat a stream of sperm upward. The first wad spattered against Carla's quivering cunt mouth and ran quickly down her sodden flesh into the little pocket, making all the juice there overflow and drool down the bottom of her crotch to her puckered asshole.

The second shot sprayed the foot of the bed, and that was when the terrible, perverted, wicked idea flashed through Monica's head and made her whole abdomen crunch inward with a violent spasm.

She visualized herself rushing into the room and impaling her virginal cunt on her brother's cock!

"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned aloud, shame washing all through her until her knees gave way and she sagged to the balcony floor.

"What was that?" Carla asked quickly.