Babette fluffed her ruffled collar. "These clothes are safe."
"We don't want to get attacked," Darleene said. "You can't even see our nipples through these things. Even when they're erect."
Patrick blushed slightly. Sometimes the things his sister Darleene came out with were cute and vulgar at the same time.
It was a kind of game between them they had come up with during their adolescence. Brother would try to catch sister undressed.
Sister would apply the gross-out and see if she could get brother to gag at her raunchy expressions. During these sessions they would pretend to try to get the other one hot.
Get those nipples crinkled.
Twat teeming.
Get that cock standing up.
And Patrick's was.
Now.
And how.
He wrinkled his brow.
"Darleene," he said. "You and Babette don't have to wear those outfits for this rehearsal. Why don't you get yourselves into something more comfortable. Maybe even experiment with other getups while you're at it."
"So brother's coming down on us too, Babette," Darleene snorted.
"Yeah," Babette said. "The other Boppettes have been itching to get us onto something less goodie-goodie. Imagewise, at least."
"Rudolph," Darleene said. "I don't care, you understand. Fm just, like, not being rude-the way you would be. What do you think?"
"You know what he thinks," Babette said. "He wants us in whoregirl underwear."
"Uh uh," Rudolph said. "Spiked hair. Spiked leather from collar to toe. Spike heels."
"Dreary," Darleene said.
"Been done a million times," Babette burped. "But then, what hasn't?"
Hadn't been fucked, Babette shocked herself with the thought. The heat suddenly nailed her in the asshole. Her clit twitched.
Lining of her cunt itched.
Wisps of pungent smoke tinged the air. A clacking of high heels echoed in the corridor outside the small rehearsal hall.
"What's that smell?" Babette said.
Babette glanced at Rudolph and Patrick. "You two expect anyone?"
Darleene's eyes, ears, and nostrils flared.
"I'll bet I know," Darleene beamed, "who is coming down the hallway."
Darleene jumped toward the opening door.
"Hiya, Suzanne."
Suzanne kissed Darleene on both her facecheeks. Darleene pecked Suzanne squarely on her mouth-lips. Babette's heart did a flip.
Darleene's ass began to move a little too excitedly Her hips ground a couple of times before she calmed down.
Rudolph dropped his jaw.
Patrick clenched his yip.
"Hey, Babette," Suzanne said.
Then walked up and kissed her face. Babette did not return the embrace.
Suzanne turned toward the guys and tossed off Say, if it isn't the Rude Warrior himself!"
"And how are you, Patrick?" Suzanne continued. Long time, no see," without a trace of an edge with no apparent implications.
"I didn't think you were actually going to show up here, Suzanne," Darleene gushed.
"I said I wanted to hear your group. I checked with the desk over the phone. They told me the Boppettes had scheduled this time slot."
"But it's just Darleene and me," Babette yawned. Working on vocals."
"Yeah," Rudolph shot in. "And on costumes "
"Suzanne," Darleene said. "What do you think?"
Suzanne lubed Darleene's and Babette's bodies with her eyes.
"Those little-girl outfits were okay for when you used to play Saturday afternoons at the country club a couple years ago."
"We're trying to play clean-cut for the rube judges they have at the fair," Babette declared. "You know, we don't really like these frigging things. I think we look like Little Miss Muffet and Little Bo-Peep."
Suzanne took a long smoke on her cigarette. She let the cigarette holder dangle from the side of her mouth as she blew out black fumes from her nostrils and split lips.
"Oh, whatever you do," Suzanne said. "I'd keep the pinafores."
"With nothing on underneath," Darleene smirked. "Rudolph would like that, for sure."
Suzanne sucked down more smoke.
"I might try," Suzanne said coolly, "something like lacy bloomers or tights. They'd cover your bods enough and still be sexy."
"Yeah," Patrick piped up. "Who says all the judges are old geeks?"
Chapter 7
Shoots of pubes sprouted up from the split between Babette's thighs. As the two other girls sighed, Babette wiggled her ass into a pair of pink tie-dyed tights.
"That's a good match," Suzanne said.
"You can see the crack of your ass through them, Babette," Darleene said. "I mean, I like it okay, but you might want to put on some shorties over your rump during performance."
"At least at this hick festival. What do you think about the top?"
"I think your budding boobs," Suzanne syruped, "are must-sees for any eyes."
Babette blushed.
Darleene glared quickly. Her eyes ran in daggers from Suzanne to Babette.
"No, silly," Babette giggled. "I mean now. With the pinafore on."
"Covers your tits," Darleene said. "But they can still see there's nothing on you underneath the apron. Might be too much."
"I have a matching leotard to the tights," Babette mused.
"Sounds good to me," Suzanne said.
"Me too," said Darleene.
"Shit. I think it's in with my shaving stuff," Babette murmured."
"Shaving-?" Suzanne mouthed.
"Yeah. Pack them together. For when I take my dance classes. I can see if any of my-" Babette blushed again "-pussy fuzz shows through the crotch of the leotard and trim it."
"I didn't know you had enough fur on your twat to have those worries," Darleene smirked.
"Fuck-just fuck you, Darleene."
"Joke, dolly," Darleene said. "Sorry. Didn't know your twat was such a sore spot."
Babette turned to Suzanne. "It's just a game we two have. You know-see who can get ahold of the other one's curlies."
Darleene had taken off her costume and was fiddling among the petticoats to see if she could come up with a more abbreviated version. Her ass stuck up at an angle.
Twatfur fringed her panty crotch.
"Gotcha!" Babette screeched.
Darleene jumped as Babette pulled a hank of her pubes from behind.
"See?" Babette said to Suzanne. Darleene threw Babette a wink as Babette opened the door to the large closet the women were using as a changing stall.
"Oh, Babette," Darleene said. "As long as you're going out there anyway. Could you bring me my purse? I left my makeup kit in it."
"I might be awhile," Babette said. "I was going to pee too. And drink a beer."
Suzanne screwed another cigarette into her holder. "Why don't you see if Patrick could bring us his sister's purse? He knows which it is."
Babette bopped down the corridor.
"Oh, Suzanne. Are you sure about this?"
"The new costumes? Yes."
Darleene dropped into Suzanne's lap.
Suzanne ran her hands over Darleene's nakedness. Down her spine.
Into the crack of her bottom.
Along Darkened ribs.
Clutching at the bazooms.
Mincing titmeat in her mouth.
Fingers fiddling between Darleene's hips.
Knocking knockers.
Flicking clit.
"No, Suzanne. I mean, like-are you sure about what you told me to do with my brother."
"I told you that Patrick was one of the best fucks on the face of the earth. In addition, he was gentle, kind, caring."
"Like you, Suzanne."
Darleene licked Suzanne's neck.
"You've already fucked me, Darleene. What you need now is cock."
"You're sure nobody would be better than Patrick? I mean-"
"It's not as though you would be going together or anything like that. It would be more in the manner of siblings sharing their experiences."
"You're really going to make a bitch out of me, Suzanne. But I love you for it."
Darleene threw her arms about Suzanne. Their faces pasted mucus on each other.
Darleene jiggled Suzanne's crotch with flexions of her haunch.
Suzanne twirled Darleene out of her lap. Cupped Darleene's asscheeks with both hands.