"What do you mean?"
"Suppose he saw you getting balled?"
Cookie thought this out. "Yeeaaahhh," she said finally. "If he saw me taking cock, he'd have to believe it!" Then her face fell. "But how can I pull that off?"
"Got the perfect time," Ginny said, snapping her fingers. "Jan is having a party next week-a pool party."
"So?"
"So, it will be your official coming-out party. Jan's parents aren't going to be there. That means it will be one heavy scene, the sky the limit, sexwise."
"Who'll be there?" Cookie asked warily.
"Me. And Pete, and Mike, probably, and Polly…"
"Polly! But she's the original virgin!" Cookie protested.
"She's one of the hottest lays in town. She loves to take it up the ass, by the way. And Charlie will be there, of course. Maybe a few other guys. Only ones we can really trust, though."
"Gosh!" Cookie's mind boggled at the vision she had of the party.
"It's the perfect time," Ginny said softly. "And all we have to do is work out the best possible entrance for you. What do you think?"
Cookie suddenly felt shy. "I-I don't know."
"Do you want Charlie?"
"The worst way," Cookie admitted.
"Oppornockity tunes but once," Ginny pointed out "Better grab it."
"O-okay," Cookie agreed. "You'll help me?"
"I'll be right there to back you up," Ginny assured her. "Now, let's see if we can come up with a real grabber of an entry for you."
"Uh, what about a date?" Cookie asked.
"Don't worry, there'll be more than enough studs to go around. You'll get so much cock you won't need any for a month. Take my word for it."
Cookie shivered. Her pussy was getting hot and wet just thinking about the party. The only cock she really wanted was her brother's, and this looked like too good a chance to miss. She had to do it.
CHAPTER IX
Cookie surveyed the back yard gathering cynically. Some orgy. The closest thing to action was the dancing that was going on. Everyone was still fully dressed. No one seemed to know how to get things underway.
Cookie's eyes wandered over the crowd, picking out the people she knew. Mike and Pete were there, and Ginny. Polly was standing next to Charlie. Her fingers were interlaced with his. It all looked like a normal afternoon party. Jan, standing next to a monster stud Cookie didn't know, was the closest thing to sexy, even. She was wearing a long skirt that was open on one side all the way to the waist. Her top was a white lacy blouse that left her midriff bare. It was obvious that she was wearing neither bra nor panties.
Cookie was wearing a very demure outfit-a high-necked, shirtwaist dress that buttoned down the front and had a full skirt that came to her knees. Under it, she was wearing a bra, and bikini briefs, both white, both lacy. The only concession to the anticipated orgy was no stockings or pantyhose. Her sandals perfectly displayed her carefully lacquered toenails.
She saw Charlie catch sight of her, and flushed hot with desire. His expression was not encouraging. Obviously, he was not pleased to see her there.
Conscious of Polly's warm body beside his, Charlie felt the general tension growing. Everyone knew what was supposed to happen, what was coming, but no one was making the first move. A few couples were dancing, but no more erotically than at a chaperoned dance.
His eyes had tracked Jan with hot interest as she had circulated. As she walked, an expanse of smooth skin was exposed, all the way up to her hip, where a guttering silver fastener of some kind kept her skirt closed. Jan's breasts jiggled under her blouse. Her nipples were dark shadows under the thin fabric.
Then a flash of blonde hair in the door to the house caught Charlie's attention. He felt the blood draining out of his face. What the hell did Cookie think she was doing, showing up at a party like this? Christ, she looked as innocent as he had ever seen her! But he still remembered how she looked nude, and his brain insisted on stripping her demure party dress off her.
He had to get her out of here, before something happened.
Cookie saw the decision in her brother's eyes. Then she saw Ginny whisper something to Polly and move around beside Charlie.
Just as Charlie started toward Cookie, he found himself immobilized. Polly and Ginny were on each side of him. They held his arms, pressed them against their warm torsos.
It was the agreed-upon signal. Cookie stepped out of the house, into the bright sunlight, and walked straight toward her brother. The sunshine glowed on her soft, pale yellow dress, on her blonde hair and the yellow ribbon in it. She might as well have been under a spotlight. She could feel the eyes of everyone at the gathering on her.
Mike came up to her, but she brushed him aside. "Wait, you'll get your chance," she told him softy.
She stopped a few feet in front of her brother. She let her body begin to sway to the pounding rock music.
She danced easily to the music, her feet moving gracefully on the grass. She was bubbling inside with a mixture of excitement, and a shot of Pete's whiskey. She focused entirely on her brother. She had his undivided attention.
She began to unbutton her dress.
Charlie hadn't even seen Ginny until she suddenly trapped his arm, dragged it into the valley between her small, pointy breasts. At the same time, Polly had shifted her grip, and his other arm was pressed between her soft, warm breasts. The back of his hand was shoved into Polly's crotch so his knuckles were pressing her pussy.
Then Cookie had started toward him. The swaying of her hips had made her skirt swing gracefully. She had brushed past Mike with barely a word, and was suddenly in front of him. He had started to say something, but the way she had looked at him had stopped him cold.
When she started to unbutton the top of her dress, his sexual interest in her had boiled up in spite of himself. As she moved gracefully to the music, her slender body swaying rhythmically, she had unbuttoned the top of her dress, exposing a growing vee of soft golden skin, then the white band of her bra.
She didn't stop at the waist. She unbuttoned all the buttons, opening the dress farther, showing the soft roundness of her tummy, then, at last, the top edge of her white lace panties.
Charlie's cock was in agony, a wild animal struggling to burst free of his confining underpants and slacks.
Still dancing gracefully, Cookie eased the dress back off one shoulder, exposing one cup of her bra. There was a searing eroticism to her casual strip. There was no coyness or teasing, yet. She eased the dress back off her shoulders, down her arms and let it fall around her waist, baring her torso to the hot sun. Her lacy bra seemed to glow with a light of its own.
Swinging her hips easily, she pushed the dress down, let it tumble down her slender legs. She stepped out of it and spun in front of her brother, let him rake his eyes over her barely concealed body.
Charlie's gut knotted with lust and agony. This was his sister, his little sister, and she was baring herself to this whole mob. She was deliberately driving him nuts. She looked incredibly erotic in the lacy bra and panties, which were so white against her golden tan torso. She was all bare skin and white lace, acres of bare skin and scraps of white lace.
She turned her back to him, and his eyes focused on the tight round lace-covered cheeks of her ass. She reached back for the fastening of her bra and unhooked ft deftly.
As she turned, she stripped away her bra and flipped it aside. She gave him a flashing glimpse of her maturing breasts, then cupped her hands over them.
But she hid them only a moment. Then she slid her hands downward, exposing her stiff pink nipples, the pale mounds. She slid her graceful, dainty hands down her torso to her panties. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic, and eased them casually downward.