Slipping both hands under Carmella's knees, Clark did nothing more than lift lightly. Carmella obediently raised her knees, leaving her legs exactly where Clark positioned them. She rolled her hips up a bit to meet his cock better but nothing more.
As he irritably tried waggling his hips sideways to work the spitwetted head of his dick into Carmella's cunt without hurting her, Clark's mind involuntarily began to compare this passive acquiescence to the eager response of his own little sister who had never even had the real thing before. Just as he was about to give up in disgust, Carmella moved, for the first time without a direct order. Indolently raising one hand, she scooped a fingertips full of spit from her own mouth and plastered it onto her cunt between their two bodies, working one finger up and down in the slit to get some of the spit inside. Clark went in, went off, and went soft, almost in the one driving stroke.
He pulled his defeated dog out of Carmella1 hating to leave the tight warmth in spite of its deadness. Not feeling like exploring the superb body any longer but ashamed of not giving her anything out of it, he rolled and slipped his hand under Carmella's knee.
A puzzled expression flickered across Carmella's face but she obediently raised the leg and left it raised. Clark dropped his hand along the back of her thigh to finger her sticky cunt. Getting no facial response from that, he jammed two fingers viciously and deep into the semen filled slit. Carmella's eyes closed but there was no squirming reception to the fingers. Her leg didn't budge from its position hanging there in mid-air with no support. Clark pulled his fingers out of her and there was no gripping sensation of cunt lips trying to retain the fingers as even Tannsy's brand new cunt had done.
Wiping his fingers on Carmella's skirt and grabbing his trousers as he went, Clark pushed the car door open. He took one last look at Carmella's body and almost clambered back in.
Carmella was lying soft and relaxed now, her heels on the car seat, her knees slanted comfortably open. With her hands behind her head and her elbows flopped comfortably out and pulling her magnificent breasts into hard round mounds of excitement, she was gazing at the car roof as contentedly as if she had gotten something out of that nothing fuck. Or as if she just didn't give a damn. Her lustrous mat of cunt hair, barely disturbed, was neatly parted to give an excruciatingly clear view of the pouting, reddened, lobes of her cunt and the glimmering wetness caught between them like it was her own hot juice leaking in a dream of a hot cock. The inner globes of her fluorescent-white bottom scooped out like a sudden surprise from the little cavity below her cunt, framing a startling incandescent contrast to the deep brown wedge of cunt hair above.
Steeling himself against the sight of the lush-woman promise in such contrarily direct opposition to the lousy piece of cunt Carmella had turned out to be, Clark finished wiping the mess from his cock, threw the handkerchief under the Pierce Arrow, put his pants on and cut out. At the door of the garage he was surprised to find it was still broad daylight. He had somehow gotten the impression of a long passage of time. Tommie Reiner was coming across the large back lawn toward him.
"Hey, man, you sure must work fast, getting it from her already," Tommie smirked. "Was it any good?"
"Well… sure."
"Hey, you don't have to come on with me, man. Carmie's never anything 'ntil she really gets worked over."
"…. How would you know? You really make it with your own sister?"
Reiner shrugged. "'T's convenient sometimes. You have to know how to get her turned on, though. Come on back in the car, I'll show you."
"Oh man, some sweet attitude toward a sister, hey.." But it was that or go home and be miserable wanting his own sister.
Carmella was in the act, finally, of sitting up and putting her feet through the leg holes of her panties. Seeing her brother open the car door, she lay back on the seat and kicked her panties off and again there was that contrary, exciting, woman-view. Her feet flat on the seat, her knees raised, Carmella let her legs flop open like a good little Pavlov-operated girl robot, the dark patch of her cunt hair flaring out across her pelvis like a beam of black light from between the super white lengths of her beautiful thighs. The muscles in her legs were visibly trembling this time while, above, her fine firm breasts seemed to quiver in the same weird anticipation, the nipples already extended and hard. Her pretty face was flushed a deep red but was absolutely expressionless.
"Better take your clothes off now, man," Reiner boasted. "You sure ain't gonna have time when Carmie gets going."
Clark took a squatting position in a far corner of the capacious car, not noticing the strangely wistful look come into Reiner's face as his eyes dropped across the stiff cock jutting from between Clark's legs. Reiner dropped to his knees between his sister's legs.
For the first time, as her brother's tongue began flicking across her cunt, Carmella began to show signs of life. Her heels lifted from the seat almost at once. Her knees frogged wide and then strained back, actually touching the outside slopes of her taut breasts as Tommie slipped both hands under the cheeks of her ass. Her breathing began to come on in long deep, stiffly suppressed swells. Nothing else about her moved, but her hips suddenly took on a little tremor and then began undulating in a sternly contained lurching motion against h amp; brother's face. As if against her will, Carmella's hands broke their clasp across her stomach and scudded around the back of Reiner's head. Clark's cock felt as if it might touch the opposite door handle any minute now.
Carmella heaved her cunt hard up to Reiner's mouth, suddenly, releasing her hard-won orgasm, but with no more sound than a deep, agonized intake of breath. breath. She dropped back to her dead position, her face turned carefully away to the back of the car.
"There," Reiner grinned, backing away from his sister and wiping a trembling wrist across his mouth. "Now stick your dong in it and see if it ain't nice and hot."
"Well, God," Clark protested, "don't you want to do it yourself? After doing that?"
"You be my guest this time," Reiner insisted. "Hurry up, man, before she stops quivering."
As Clark slid his throbbing cock into the shiny wet slipperiness still oozing from Carmella's cunt, Carmella's hand dropped over the edge of the seat. Her fingers fumbled for, found, and closed over her brother's straining erection. She began stroking him in perfect, precise, rhythm to Clark's massive organ stroking in and out of her sloppy wet but wonderfully tight cunt.
Reiner's hips immediately began scooping back and forth in his squat, straining as if he was trying to squeeze out a particularly adamant turd. A stifled groan broke from his throat, sneakily suppressed as his sister's had been but sounding somehow more sordid. A fat slug of pearly white semen crawled out of the end of his bloated dick.
As Reiner fell back against the far door of the car, Carmella's body went dead in spite of Clark still pouring a big hard cock into it. Clark's own cock went dead so fast it doubled over against the tight closure of Carmella's cunt almost in the middle of a stroke. He stopped moving and fell forward along Carmella's body, desperately trying not to let the revulsion show in his face.