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CHAPTER FOUR

She waited beside the wall again. She leaned against it and picked a leaf and tore it into small pieces absently, lifting her head to listen closely to each strange sound from the street.

It was pointless to wait any longer. She'd been there nearly an hour today already. She'd climbed the arbor twice to look over the wall, but she hadn't seen Burke or his pickup.

She wasn't surprised. Only disappointed again. This was the third day he hadn't been at school. The third day he hadn't come to the wall to see her.

Monica sighed despondently and brushed the leaf particles from her fingertips, smelling the aroma they'd left there. She gazed through a small aperture in the foliage toward the big house, and she couldn't help but wonder – couldn't help but think it.

Had the order been given? How would he have put it? No more of that Hammond kid for Monica, Chester – fix it.

And she couldn't help wondering darkly how much it had cost – a lot or a little – to make him stay away.

A bubble of bitterness came to her throat and left a sour taste. Just who the hell did Galt Sanderhoff think he was? What right had he to buy people off that way? First, her father. Now, her boy friend. In the name of her welfare and safety. Or was it to protect his own immense wealth?

It wasn't right, no matter what his motive was. He didn't have the right to control her life that way.

Had the same thing happened to Whit already? Was that why Whit was so rebellious and noisy? Was that why he had to sneak Carla into the house, instead of bringing her in openly the way a normal teenager would be able to do it?

She sighed again, her spirits low. She knew Burke wasn't going to come by again. Maybe he would never come again. Maybe Chester and her grandfather had fixed it so that he was now living in Miami with his mother, clear over on the other coast.

She could go there and find out. She could climb over the wall one day, or maybe take off from school as soon as Chester had left her there, and get a ride over to the East Coast. And if he were there, she could get a room and Monica shook her head. She'd have to have money for all that. Her grandfather saw to it that they never had more than a few dollars loose money at hand. Maybe he feared what they would do with all the money they were entitled to.

She and Whit had plenty coming to them from their mother's estate. The trouble was, they couldn't get at it until they were twenty-one, even though Whit would be eighteen and a legal adult in another two months.

She knew that infuriated Whit. He wanted his money now. He was impatient. He thought it was incredible to be the grandson of one of the richest men in the country and yet be stone broke all the lime. He wanted to burst free from the tight confinement and the constant guard and start living his own life, any damn way he felt like living it.

Right then, Monica was having exactly the same feelings, and they grew stronger each day she didn't get to see Burke. Maybe rebellion was the answer. Whit had gotten a few concessions from it, anyway.

She lifted her head again, listening. A car was coming down the street. After a moment, though, she recognized the sound of it. It was Whit.

She stepped out from behind the arbor and watched the gate swing slowly open, the motors purring. Whit drove through and came around the planter, stopping when he saw her. The gate whirred closed.

"Hey, come here," he said, leaning out the window, a grin on his face.

He watched her walk across the yard, his eyes taking in every jiggle and sway of her bikinied tits and ass. He made her self-conscious, as if he could see right through the white material. In fact, he looked as if he were wondering how it would be to fuck her.

"Whit, stop," she wailed.

"Stop what, Sis?"

"Looking at me like that."

He grinned again. She could see that his lips were broad, just like their father's. In fact, in that pose, he looked quite like her memory of her father, and she wondered if that was a hidden source of antagonism between Whit and his grandfather.

She came up beside the car and was aware of a furtive tingling in her belly and a subtle swelling of her pussy lips. She felt ashamed of herself. It was terrible to react that way over a lustful stare from your own brother.

But then it was just as terrible to watch him fuck his girl.

"What way?" he asked, ogling her twat openly. Monica pressed her thighs together with embarrassment and only then realized the motion made her pussy lips stand out puffily under the taut crotchband.

"Whit, you brat!" she cried.

"Hey, watch your language, or I won't take you with me."

"Take me where?" she asked quickly.

"You want to see your honey, don't you?" he grinned, reaching through the window. He passed his hand over the side of her hip and lifted his brows appreciatively.

Monica twisted aside. "Whit!"

He looked at her. "What the hell's the matter? Did I say anything the other night? Did I get all huffy and whine Monica at you?"

She flushed scarlet and felt her breath stick in her throat. "What – what are you talking about, Whit?"

He laughed softly. "You know damn well what I'm talking about, baby sister, don't try to shit me. I saw you out there on the balcony, whipping away at that little pussy of yours."

"Oh!" she gasped.

"Yeah, oh. Man, I had half a notion to come out there and grab you and let you join the party."

"Oh, God, Whit…" she choked.

"Only I had my hands full with Carla-baby – as you clearly saw. Enjoy the show, Sis?" He laughed again. "Yeah, you enjoyed it. I heard you having a ball. How'd you like to have a prick now?"

"Oh! God, I'm not going to stand here and listen to this! Whit, you're terrible!"

"Shit." He sniffed exaggeratedly. "Mmmm, smells like fish out there. Your pussy leaking again?"

She hit him. He ducked and laughed, and she leaned half in the window to hit at him again. To her total shock, he cupped her tit with his hand and squeezed.

"Damn! When did you grow this tit? Man, it's been here right under my nose all this time, and I haven't even noticed. Hey, Sis, come on in the car, and let's get familiar."

Monica cried and whooped, and he laughed, fending off her blows. "God, you're a brat!" she wailed.

"All right, all right, enough. Listen, you didn't answer me. Want to come along tonight?"

"Where?" she asked skeptically, feeling her tit tingle shamefully.

"I told you – to see your honey."

"Burke?"

"You got more than one? He's gonna be disappointed, Sis. When I left him, he had a big hard dick in his pants just aching to slip into that sweet little pussy of yours."

"Oh, Whit – stop!" she cried, feeling embarrassed and lustful at the same time.

"This time, I'm gonna watch you," he laughed. "Me and Carla, we're gonna just sit there and watch and match while that peter slides in and out of your cunt and fucks you blind."

"Ohhhh, God – God," she moaned, unable to take any more of his raunchy talk and yet wanting to hear more of it. She couldn't stop the way her pussy lips tingled and bloated and began to leak sweet, fragrant honey.

"I can tell Gramps I'm taking you to a movie. It's Friday night. He ought to let you go. Especially since we haven't done it for a long lime."

"You've seen Burke?" she cried quietly. "You really have? Whit, don't tease!"

"I said I just left him, didn't I?"

"Where's he been? Why hasn't he been at school? Why hasn't he been around to see me? God, I thought Gramps and Chester had…"

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?"

"He hasn't been at school for three days, and I thought…"

"Hell, I don't know! Maybe he's been helping his old man with that fire down by Weaver Station. It's burned clear to Joewood Bay. Haven't you smelled it?"

Now that he'd mentioned it, she did remember the odor of a Glades fire last night. It seemed the sloughs and prairies were on fire most of the time any more, the more the water was drained from the Everglades.

The answer was perfectly reasonable. Burke's father, being a ranger, would certainly be involved with fighting the fire, and it was natural for Burke to help him. She felt a great weight lift from her, and she couldn't suppress a smile of happiness.

"Oh, Whit – really? You'll take me with you to see him? You'll actually do something nice for me for once?"

He grinned at her. "It's gonna cost you, baby," he said lecherously.

She laughed openly. "You bandit!"

"Yeah – lean in here and gimme another squeeze of that tit."

Impulsively, recklessly, she did. Whit looked at her a moment, clearly surprised. Then he licked his lips and ran his hands furtively over both her breasts, his fingers trembling.

"Jesus…" he whispered softly. He cupped his crotch and moved in the seat. "How about that? My Goddamn sister's giving me a hard-on!"

Monica drew back, her lips trembling with a nervous smile, unwilling to admit to herself the electric effect his hand had made in her virginal body.

"That's all you get," she said shakily. "Oh, Whit – that's all!"

"Yeah," he said, looking at her with more intimacy than he ever had before. "Get your hot little ass in the house and get ready before I drag you in here and take off with you, and the hell with Carla and Burke."

He goosed the car away quickly, heading for the big garage, leaving her standing there feeling terribly tingly, terribly illicit and yearning.

If there was any doubt left before she'd talked to Whit, there was none now. She was ready.

Tonight was going to be the night. She was going to let Burke Hammond fuck his big, hard cock right up her virginal cunt until they both came and came!

And she didn't particularly care if Whit knew about it any more. In fact, the thought that he and Carla would be there with them, egging them on and fucking too, was extra exciting.

She felt her pussy lips tremble and fill, and the tingling there became so great she had to cup her crotch and squeeze it tightly. She turned away from the house when she did it, just in case anybody was watching. But right then she didn't much give a damn.

Her heart soaring, she ran toward the house to get dressed, already picking out the mini in her mind that she was going to wear.

She was trembling with excitement when she walked through the front door with Whit and followed him toward his car. She got in beside him. He started up and raced the engine a few times, then looked at her across the seat.

"When I get through the gate, I'm going to turn right and stop beside the mahogany. You open the door fast and get set to shut it even faster."

"What? What's going to happen?"

"Just do what I tell you," he said curtly, backing out. He swung around and went around the drive. He stopped in front of the gate and waited for it to whirr outward.

"Get ready," he said. He checked the back minor and ginned slightly, then gunned the car through, swinging hard right, stopping abruptly beside the big tree. "Now!" he ordered.

He didn't have to. She already had the door open. She barely saw the figure rush from behind the tree in the darkness and half jump into the car, balling into the footwell at Monica's feet.

"Close it!" Whit barked, goosing the car forward. The door nearly closed by itself. Then they were halfway down the street by the time he glanced into the mirror again and barked out a laugh.

"He coming?" the figure asked. "Hi, Monica."

Monica should have expected it to be Carla. "Whit, what's happening?" she asked, watching him watch the minor.

"Look behind you. See the car with no lights? Surprise, surprise – guess who's tailing us."

She looked. She just barely made out the dark shape following them. "Chester?" she cried.

"Hell yes. You didn't think we'd get to go out without an escort, now did you?" He laughed again. "But don't worry, Sis – I've got this one figured out to a tee. The bastard hangs on like glue, but we'll lose him tonight. You sure Harry and Wendy are ready?" he asked Carla.

"They're ready, big fucker," Carla said thoatily. She put her hand on his knee and slid it up his leg, letting it curve inward toward his crotch. She laughed with a sultry sound. "I wouldn't screw up this night for anything."

Monica sucked in her breath. She could see the hand in the light from the dash. It was cupping her brother's prick and balls openly, squeezing. She swallowed and felt a rush of tingling. Suddenly, she didn't know if she was ready for this or not.

Carla's rump was against her feet. Her other arm lay on the seat along the line of Monica's thigh, the hand touching the side of her hip. Her head hovered over Monica's leg, and she could feel the warm puffs of breath from her nostrils.

"Hey, cut that out," Whit said throatily, shifting in the seat. "Wait till we dump old Chester, huh?" But Monica noticed he opened his legs wider for Carla's hand.

He took the route toward town. He stopped at the first light and glanced into the mirror again. Monica couldn't keep from looking around. The big car had its lights on now, and there was a van between them, partially hiding Chester.

"Do you see them, baby?" Carla asked, keeping low.

"Yeah, right at the next corner. There's Harry. He's spotted us. He's getting into his car. Ha-a-a, it's gonna work! Bye-bye, Chester!" he crowed.

The light changed. He goosed ahead. Just before he got to the corner, Monica saw the twin to his car pull from the curb and get right in front of him.

"Hang on!" he called.

He cut the lights and swung hard right around the corner, then took another quick right into a narrow alleyway behind a building, pulled on the lights, and shot through the alley, taking another right and nosing cautiously into the street they'd just left. He laughed gleefully when he spotted Chester following the other car away from them.

"We did it! Ha-a-a, wait'll he finds out he's been tailing Harry and Wendy instead of me and Monica. He's gonna slit!"

"Oh, you big fucker – let's go!" Carla cried, squeezing his crotch again.

Whit headed toward the county road out of town – the one she knew would take them to Weaver Station and Joewood Bay… and Burke.

When the city lights were well behind them, Whit settled back for the straight, flat drive along the empty road and spread his legs more and put his hand over Carla's at his crotch.

"Shit, look what you've done now," he said throatily.

"Awww, poor prickie – it's all cramped and bent in there. And so full! Ohhh, it's just straining to get out, baby."

Monica sucked in her breath and stared. This wasn't going to happen. Not really. They were just teasing. She squeezed her thighs together and couldn't keep from watching Carla's fingers as they began working at Whit's zipper.

"Ohhhh, Christ, baby – don't just play with it," he groaned.

"I'm trying, honey," she said. Then she ah'ed with her success and pulled the zipper down.

Monica watched with disbelief as the slim fingers reached into her brother's gaping fly and rooted around and withdrew his erect throbbing prick!

"Whit!" she gasped.

Carla chuckled softly, looking at her from the floor. "You don't have to watch, sweetie," she said. "But I don't see why it should bother you this time."

Monica flushed deeply, glad for what darkness there was. She didn't have to watch, no. But she couldn't stop herself this time any more than she'd been able to stop before.

She watched Carla's slim fingers stroke up and down Whit's prick. She watched the palm roll over the meaty head and make it jerk with sensation.

Carla began jacking him while he drove. Whit groaned and slowed down a little, inching forward in the seat, lifting his hips up.

"God, do it!" he gasped.

"Just try to stop me, big fucker," Carla groaned, stretching her head forward into his lap.

She licked her lips. She opened her mouth. She aimed Whit's prick toward her face, her head half under the steering wheel. Her rump pressed tightly against Monica's leg and weaved erotically.

"Yeah – yeah!" Whit groaned.

Warm breath washed moistly over his throbbing prick. Then her tongue came out and licked up the underside of the standing shaft. It circled the bulbous head, and then she plunged her mouth down over his cock.

"Ahhhh, God!" Whit groaned, slowing down even more.

Monica clamped her tingling thighs together tightly. Her pussy throbbed with quick heat. She held her breath and listened to the wet, obscene sounds Carla's mouth made as she sucked with abandon on Whit's jerking, pulsing prick.

"Mmmmm, so hard!" she gasped, sucking her mouth from it, her hand jacking up and down. "Ohhh, it makes my cunt hot!"

She shifted, getting to her knees on the floor, her butt bumping the dash. She tried to reach behind herself but couldn't.

"Monica!" she gasped. "My pants! God, pull my pants down! Ohhh, Jesus, hurry! Just reach out and pull my pants down over my ass so I can… ohhhhhhh, do it!" she gasped, her hand working between her thighs, her lips kissing and sucking at Whit's stiff prick.

"Whit…" Monica wailed. "Whit, we're going to have a wreck!"

"No, we're not, Sis," he groaned. "Quit worrying about it and do what she says. Pull her fucking pants down!"

"Whit…"

"You wanna go back home, damn it?" he cried. "Baby sister is sure as hell right – accent on the baby!"

Carla's mouth sucked down over his cock again, her lips nibbling toward the base of his shaft, sucking and pulling, making very wet sounds in the closed car.

"Ahhhhhh, pull them down!" she gasped.

Monica sucked in her breath. She looked at the weaving roundness of Carla's ass. She reached out, hesitating. Her pussy was beginning to leak and flutter. She took a deep breath and caught her fingers in the material at the waist and began working the pants over the round, tight swells of Carla's ass.

"Oh! Oh, hurry!" Carla urged, her fingers working at the front of the waist.

Monica was bent nearly double. Her tits pushed against her knees, and sensation shot through them. She gave a final pull, and then the white, taut flesh of Carla's asscheeks gleamed nakedly in the dim light.

She stared down, looking into the deep, shadowy cleft between them. A heady aroma wafted upward, the smell of hot, juicy, leaking cunt.

She heard a wet sound and saw Carla's fingertips appear between the full cheeks. They wriggled and slid from sight under her heated crotch and appeared again, soaking wet with pussy juice.

"Ahhhhhh, God!" Carla gasped, driving her fingers back and forth over the mouth of her fluttering pussy, masturbating her straining clit.

She began to suck steadily on Whit's prick again, her head bobbing, her lips making wet sounds. Monica watched, looking from the thorough sucking to her brother's blissful face, to the sliding, swirling fingers.

She moaned in the back of her throat and shivered with terrible heat. Watching them suck and fuck from the balcony was one thing. Being right there with them, where she could smell every stray whiff of wet cock and hot cunt and could hear all the sounds filling the car – that was something else.

She couldn't keep from pushing the heel of her hand between her thighs, pressing down hard on her heated pussy. She had the wanton notion to nick her skirt back and spread her knees and masturbate right there with them!

"Ohhhhhh, God," she moaned softly, pushing and pushing at her lap.

Carla sucked her mouth from Whit's throbbing, red prick and looked back. "Do it, sweetie!" she gasped. "Go ahead and do it, we don't care! Ohhhhh, don't suffer and be hot! Go ahead and stick that wet pussy out and fuck it hard and come with us!"

"Ohhhhhh, God – I can't!" Monica cried, her breath sticking in her throat, her heart pounding.

"Then do me!" Carla gasped. "My arm's bent all wrong, and I can't really get a good… ohhhhh, God, play with my ass and reach down and tickle my pussy, honey! Do it for me, and I'll do something extra nice for you!"

"God, I can't! Whit…" she cried.

"Tickle her cunt, damn it!" Whit cried, jerking, frying to feed his trembling prick back into Carla's mouth. "I told you to do whatever she said, or I'll take you back home right now! And you don't have to worry about Burke. We'll have a swell time without you, Miss Priss – just the three of us. Carla's ass is hot enough to go around. You know that for a fact. And if you think ol' Burke's gonna pass up a hot piece like her, you're dumber than I thought. Now, tickle her cunt and play with her ass and do anything else she tells you to!"

Monica nearly sobbed. She'd never felt so pressured and miserable in her life. She looked at Carla's flaring, weaving butt and imagined Burke's steely hard cock fucking into her body instead of up her virginal pussy, and she shuddered with agony.

She stared at the fleshy, firm expanse of ass, and her fingers trembled. Hell, it wasn't going to bite her. It was just a girl's butt. It would feel just like her own butt. And it might be kind of interesting to see what another girl's hot pussy felt like. She certainly knew what her own felt like.

Her fingers trembled over the smooth, rounded globes of Carla's shaking butt. She heard the girl moan. She heard her brother moan shortly after when Carla sucked his pulsing prick into her hot, wet mouth again.

Monica felt the ass all over. It was not as hard and tight as her own. It was a little broader. There was a yielding quality that hers didn't have yet.

Her fingers dipped into the deep cleft, and she felt Carla weave her butt appreciatively and heard her moan.

"Ohhhh, yes, sweetie! Do it!" she gasped. "Deeper! God, go deeper! Right to my asshole! Ohhhh, put your finger on my asshole and jiggle it!"

Monica felt overcome with emotion. There was a strange power she felt she had now, a kind of dominance that was thrilling. Her fingers stopped trembling. Instead, they swept boldly up and down the deep crack between Carla's cheeks.

She felt the puckered, pulsing, pink-brown anal mouth under her fingertip. Carla gasped sharply and drew on Whit's prick harder and let her spine arch as much as she could in her cramped position.

Her ass angled upward, and her thighs pressed firmly against the edge of the seat as she spread them as wide as she could. Her little asshole pulsed in and out as if kissing the tip of Monica's finger.

"Ahhhhh, God! That's good!" she cried. "Ohhhhh, do more, sweetie – do more, and I'll really take care of you!"

Monica sucked in her breath. She didn't know what Carla meant by that. Was she planning on tickling Monica's ass too? Or was there something more. Monica had no idea. She'd been so sheltered all her life she wouldn't even have known there were any variations to fucking, if she hadn't watched Carla and her brother the other night.

Monica twirled her fingertip about the rubbery asshole and felt the kicking and weaving her touches elicited. Daringly, she slipped her fingers lower along Carla's crotch, and they were suddenly bathed with hot, oiled silk.

"Ahhhhhh, yes!" Carla cried.

Monica felt her head swimming. She couldn't believe this was really happening, that she was touching another girl's pussy. But her fingers sucked and slopped through the wet meat, testing, exploring, feeling every fold and flap and puffy mound of pussy meat.

Carla's clit was big and long. It was nearly like a little prick. Monica reached far under and stroked it with her seeing fingers, and she felt the hard little organ tremble and pulse.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck my cunt!" Carla gasped.

"Quit moaning so damn much and suck!" Whit groaned, reaching for her head and bringing her open mouth back over his cock.

The car was barely crawling down the empty road now. Whit's eyes were closed half the time. It was lucky the road was straight so that he didn't have to steer.

His hips pumped up and down in the seat. He fucked his prick with short strokes in and out of Carla's pursed lips. The fly of his pants was soaked with her saliva as she sucked and drooled and licked him all over, snaking her tongue into the gap to lick at his balls and the root of his trembling prick.

Monica's thighs scissored up and down, and the heel of her free hand pressed rhythmically into her lap, both motions massaging her straining, throbbing clit.

Her body was at a high pitch of tingling and heat, but she knew she wasn't going to be able to come without swirling her fingers over her pussy and really giving herself a good job.

But first, she wanted to take care of Carla. Her pussy was fluttering and grasping at Monica's fingers, trying to suck them up into her hot, wet hole.

Monica sloshed through the wet folds of puffy, drenched pussy meat and felt the trembling muscle right at the mouth of Carla's cunt. She put her fingertip inside.

Hot silk enfolded her finger. The big muscle clamped and nipped and pulled. Carla lifted her head again and shook her hips and ass and moaned.

"Ohhhhhh, deeper! Fuck me deeper! All the way up my cunt!"

Monica sucked in her breath. Her hand was angled around the flare of round ass so that her thumb was in the deep cleft while her fingers were playing at the mouth of the shuddering pussy.

She pushed forward with her hand. She hadn't meant it to happen, but her thumb suddenly slipped into the tight, clamping, quivering asshole and was surrounded by clinging darkness.

"Ahhhhh, God!" Carla cried sharply. "Yes! My cunt and my ass both! Fuck them both! Ohhhhhh, you darling! God, I love it! God, I'm going to pay you back in spades! Ahhhhh, Whit – your sister's going to make me come! Whit! Whit, your prick! Give me your big prick! Fuck – suck! Ahhhhh, God!"

Her heated yelling was suddenly muffled by the thick plug of Whit's cock. The wet sounds smacked through the car. He began to grind his teeth and groan in earnest.

Monica saw his lips draw back in a grimace of blissful agony. She watched his hips fuck upward and drive his cock all the way into Carla's open throat.

She felt Carla's hips shudder and shake and her ass tremble. Her fingers were sucked deeply into the holes in her charged body, and the muscles of her crotch squeezed spasmodically around them.

"Ahhhhgh!" Whit growled suddenly. "Here it comes, baby! All my big wad! Suck it down! Drink it! Here it – oh! Yaaaaagh!"

His prick exploded. The head swelled in her soft, clamping, sliding throat. Her lips compressed around the root of his stalk and nearly stopped the boiling, hosing spurt of his cum.

The hot wads shot from the end of his prick and bathed the inside of her mouth and tongue and throat, making all of it incredibly slippery and sensitive to his flaming cock.

He yelled again and shot another stream into her mouth. There was a wet sound, and sperm spurted from between her compressed lips and the throbbing root of his prick and spattered his pants.

Monica saw it all and heard it all, watching her brother come violently, seeing the gleam of sperm as it dripped from Carla's sucking lips.

Then she heard Carla groan. She felt the girl's ass shake wildly. Juice flooded her fingers as the silky sheath of her spasming pussy poured forth her slippery honey.

Carla's hot asshole sucked and pulled at her imbedded thumb, drawing it even deeper. Monica's excitement grew to the point she nearly came herself.

It was thrilling to feel a girl's pussy spasm with orgasm around her fingers. It was thrilling to know that she'd made another person reach a climax – that she had been the cause of it.

Feeling Carla come under the wriggling touches of her fingers was nearly as thrilling to her as feeling Burke's trembling prick spurt hot sperm over her belly, and she suddenly wanted it all to happen to her.

She wanted to feel a big cock up her pussy. She wanted to know that her slippery, sweet sheath had made that cock come. She wanted to feel what it was like to be able to suck one off and know that the final flick of her tongue or her lips had made the prick tremble and spurt with orgasm.

She wanted it all, and her heat was so intense she knew she'd let Carla do anything to her the girl wanted to do.

The car's front wheel bumped off the edge of the road, and there was the sound of brush scraping along the underside of it. Whit opened his eyes and stopped shuddering long enough to stop the crawling vehicle. He took it out of gear and shivered a final time and sighed heavily, settling back into the seat.

"God, damn!" he gasped. "That was wild! That was flying!" He cupped his hand around Carla's head. "Baby, you can really suck cock!"

She moaned and lifted her head. She licked her lips and swallowed several times, giving a final shudder with her ass.

"Ohhhhhh, that sister of yours is a sweetie!" she cried. "She fucked my ass and my pussy both, and I thought I was going to blow my mind!"

Whit looked over at his sister and grinned, letting his prick gleam wetly in the light and sag over to the side. Monica looked back and realized suddenly that she still had her fingers up Carla's body.

She pulled them out. Her thumb made a farting sound as she sucked it from the grasping asshole. She held her drenched hand awkwardly.

"Oh, God," she said softly.

Carla turned around, bumping her head once but not minding it. "Now it's your turn, honey," she cried.

She reached for Monica's thighs. Her hands ran along them, scooping the hem of her dress back, revealing the yellow triangle of her panties over her crotch.

Whit stared at his sister's pussy and licked his lips with a soft moan. "Yeah," he breathed.

"Oh, Whit – don't watch! Don't look at my pussy!" Monica cried.

"Suck her off, baby," he said to Carla. "Give her a good one."

"Oh, God…" Monica gasped, trembling wildly, her emotions spinning.

She felt the fingers reach for the waist of her panties. She couldn't keep herself from lifting her butt up from the seat to help. Carla worked the panties down over the round, trembling cheeks of Monica's ass. They rolled down her thighs and off her feet. Then Carla was between her spread knees, and Monica knew her pussy was bare and open and sweltering with cunt honey.

And she knew that her brother was leaning forward to stare right between her thighs.

"No! No, don't…" she gasped wildly, trying to close her knees.

Carla's fingertip slithered through the damp folds of her puffy cunt gap and made electric sparks shoot through her body.

"Ah! Ohhhhh, don't…" she wailed, suddenly changing her mind. Burke was the only one who should be doing this to her, the only one who should be looking at her naked pussy and touching it and thrilling her.

"Ohhhhhh, stop!" she cried again, wrenching her body.

"Hold her, Whit," Carla ordered.

Her voice was wholly different. It told Monica that something was terribly wrong suddenly.