Charlie slid his hand higher, toward the heart of her crotch. The skin under his fingertips seemed to get hotter and softer every inch of the way. The nipple between the fingers of his other hand felt harder and more swollen than ever. He pinched and tugged at it.
Hair touched his fingers. Tight, wiry, scratchy hair brushed the side and back of his index finger. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, he was so close to it. She didn't do anything to stop him, to keep him away from her hot hole.
When his fingers actually burrowed into the hot, soft, yielding, steamy nest of her pussy, she pushed forward against his hand. Still pumping his phallus, she stroked her fingers over the rubbery, nerve-laden bulb of his cock. Wrapping both hands around his penis, she made a tight tunnel for his meat, and pumped at it while she squeezed it.
Charlie felt an orgasm approaching as she skillfully and expertly masturbated him. He slipped his fingers into her burning crevice, spreading her soft, hairy labia. He carefully and shyly explored her slippery hot slit feeling the petal-like inner labia, the big bump of her clitoris, the little bump of her piss hole, and, below that, down between her thighs, the steaming shaft of her vagina.
Jan moaned softly when he touched her clitoris. Her lips moved softly on the side of his neck. Her teeth caught a fold of skin, and as she nipped it, worried it with her tongue. She slid her ass forward a little and spread her thighs farther apart.
She began pumping his cock harder, more impatiently. She added to the already monumental stimulation by working her fingers as if she were milking a cow. She drew successive waves of hot fluid down the length of his channel, and then smeared them into a hot paste on his burning prick.
God! Charlie knew he was going to cum again, and that it was going to be as good, possibly better, than when he had spurted his semen into her working mouth. This time he was going to be draining deeper reservoirs, and it was going to take longer. This time when his muscles spasmed and pumped they were going to be heaving a thicker, more resistant load. They would be working harder and he would enjoy it more.
He probed two fingers into Jan's vagina. He felt her hole spread open around the invading digits, cling close to them, smearing them with thick, slippery lubricant Experimentally, he eased a third finger into her tunnel, and felt her tissues stretch to accept it. He wriggled his fingers in her seething tunnel, and heard her gasp in response.
A gentle rocking of the car, a shifting and rustling in the back seat, momentarily intruded into Charlie's consciousness. Then he ignored everything but the building pleasure in his crotch. He concentrated on the hot pool of cum in his groin, and the blazing nerve endings in his cock, and the hot milking envelope around his fingers. With his thumb he sought Jan's clitoris and pressed down on it. He felt it squirm aside. Following it, he squeezed the turgid rod of nerves against her pubic arch and felt it squirt away like a watermelon seed.
"Awwww," Jan whined softly as he again trapped her clit under his thumb. She pumped his cock faster and harder, sliding her hand under his testicles, probing back under the wrinkled bag holding them. She scratched and poked the ridge between his scrotum and anus.
Charlie squirmed his ass forward and rocked his pelvis up to give her better access to him. Her finger pried farther back, and jabbed at the dimple of his asshole, and fire roared through his guts. His muscles convulsed and heaved in reaction to the incredible unexpected probe.
He was going to cum. He was going to cum. The itch, the ache, the burning all melted together into a hot fireball of pleasure that spasmed and pulsed, then swelled and contracted. It ejected hot gobs that seared the length of his tightly squeezed cock. The searing fluid spurted, erupted, and spattered down on his belly, his thighs, and Jan's hands and arms. She kept pumping and pumping and pumping his cock, milking it and milking it with her fingers, and twisted her finger at the gate of his anus. The scratching of her fingernail there lashed through him like a delicious twisting, curling lightning bolt.
He rammed his thumb on her clit and rolled it more frantically against her pubic arch. He was mindlessly squeezing her breast, hard enough to bruise it. He was pumping three fingers in her vagina. He felt her tissues fountaining around his hand. She was whining and whimpering, her body quivering in the throes of an orgasm as he sprayed his thick semen over them both.
Everything in the car faded out in the haze of pleasure, and returned gradually as his ecstasy receded. He felt limp and drained and totally satisfied.
The air in the front of the car was thick with the smell of sex as he and Jan untangled themselves. She licked his semen off her hands and arms while he got a paper towel from the glove compartment, dried his hands and dabbed his thighs and stomach.
"How's everybody back there?" Jan asked. She was still nude. She turned and rested her hands and chin, on the back of the seat.
"Okay," Cookie answered sullenly.
"Enjoy the movie?" Jan teased.
"Oh, is there a movie tonight?" Mike asked. Cookie jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Ready to leave?" Charlie asked.
Jan turned with a jerky motion that made her breasts jiggle. "You might wait until I get dressed," she said brazenly.
"Are you naked?" Mike asked.
"Of course I am, dummy."
"Let's get out of here. I'm hungry," Cookie said quickly.
"Okay," Jan agreed, lifting her ass off the seat and pulling her pants up. "Take it away, Charlie."
He was trying to look in three directions at once as he started the car, replaced the speaker on the pole, and tried to catch one last glimpse of Jan's great breasts.
He wondered what Cookie was so uptight about. Maybe Mike had been more cloddy than usual and had hurt her, or something. If he had done anything bad, Charlie swore he'd make the little twerp regret it. Cookie might be a pain in the ass at times, but she was his sister and he intended to take care of her.
As they pulled out of the drive-in, Jan was combing her fingers through the black curls that tickled her neck. "Got cum in my hair," she observed. "It combs out easily, once it dries."
Charlie's sweaty hands squirmed on the steering wheel. After stopping for a snack, he dropped Jan and Mike off, and he and Cookie headed for home. She climbed over into the front seat and scrunched down next to the door.
"You okay, Sis?"
"What do you care?" she sniffed. "You and Jan sure had a hot time tonight."
"Yeah, well, not a word to Mom and Dad, remember?" Charlie reminded her, nettled.
"You going to see her again?"
"Sure am," Charlie said enthusiastically. "She said she wanted to see me again soon."
Cookie muttered something under her breath that he didn't catch. He glanced over at her. She was staring sullenly out the side window. He wondered what she was so upset about. He was determined to find out if Mike had hurt her or what.
"You okay?" he asked again.
"Yeah!" she said curtly.
Put off by her sharp response, Charlie let the matter drop for the time being, and thought about Jan. She really wanted to see him again. If this was a first date, what would she do on the second? His exhausted cock stirred slightly.
He wondered what had happened between his sister and Mike.
CHAPTER II
"No, Mike!" Cookie protested feebly, as his hand pressed down on her small breast through her blouse and bra. "Oooohh, Mike," she groaned, her fingers closing around his wrist. She wasn't trying to lift his hand off her anymore.