The misgivings Charlie Crandall had had about the evening dissolved completely the moment he felt Jan Peter's warm, soft lips close around his jutting, aching, desperately hungry prick. After all, if she didn't care about having someone in the car with them, why should he? Her mouth circled his blood-swollen staff, and her tongue washed over the glands like hot, wet velvet, and his hyperactive, nineteen-year-old balls spurted a boiling hot flood of sperm into the base of his cock.
He had laid out the ground rules to Cookie as soon as they had left the house. No peeking, no squawking, no yakking, and, above all, a death oath not to squeal to their parents about what might or might not happen.
"Why? What's so special about tonight?" Cookie had demanded.
"You're too young," he had retorted, stopping the car in front of her date's house.
"I'm not either, I'm eighteen," she had retorted. "Oh, I get it. You've got a date with Jan Peters, don't you?"
"So?"
"So, I know what kind of reputation she's got," Cookie had snorted.
Yeah, well, Jan did deserve her reputation. She was taking his cock like he wouldn't have believed possible. Her warm, soft lips were wrapped around his phallus. Her tongue scrubbed the underside in a wild, swirling motion that was making his juices flow like lava. Kneeling on the front seat, snipped to the waist, she held his prick in her fingers as she dipped her head up and down. From time to time her teeth would nick his flesh, bringing a flicker of pain to mingle deliciously with the searing, aching ecstasy.
Cookie wouldn't believe this if she could see it, Charlie told himself. He wondered, in a brief coherent moment, what was going on in the back seat. But he too had promised not to peek. Probably that oaf Mike was trying to paw her like the clod he was. Well, Cookie just wasn't that kind of chick. Of course, she was starting to get kind of curvy. Charlie had been surprised, last time he had seen her in her bathing suit-surprised that she actually had some need for the top of her bikini. She had shown a lot of golden tan skin in the skimpy suit, and the cups had really had something in them!
Still, she was just a kid. Probably had never even heard of cocksucking. Probably she had never had a guy feel her up. Probably didn't know what a guy liked to have done to his prick.
But Jan Peters sure as hell knew what to do, and was doing it. She had her fingers under his balls and was rolling them back and forth, back and forth, until Charlie thought he was going to go nuts. And the way she was squeezing the base of his cock! Hard enough to make it ache just a little bit, just the right amount. And all the time her head was bobbing, bobbing, bobbing. Her short black curls were tickling his bare skin as she stroked her head up and down.
When she released his phallus he felt a surge of disappointment. She bent his cock down and took it in her mouth the way a dog carries a bone. Her tongue curled around the underside and she moved her head sideways, sliding the length of his shaft along her tongue.
Thrusting his hand under her, Charlie gripped one of her firm, jutting, eager breasts, molded the rounded conical shape in his hand, felt her thrusting nipple dig into his palm. She was firm and warm and soft, all at the same time.
Jan Peters sure was something! She had not waited for him to thrust his tongue between her lips, but had taken the lead there. When he had put his hand on her breast he had felt through her loose shirt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hand had gone to his crotch before they finished their first kiss.
Charlie had waited damn near forever for this date with her. Now it was all coming together. It was worth all the waiting. Even the nagging presence of his younger sister in the back seat couldn't spoil it.
In the back row of the drive-in movie, under the trees, they were safer than if they had been in his own bedroom with the door locked. This passion pit ran X and R rated flicks, and never checked ID's. They made their money off all the dirty old men and horny teens in town. When the movie came on and the lights went down, the action in the cars was heavier than on the screen.
Like, nothing on the screen could match the incredible slurping blowjob he was getting. The way her tongue curled around his cock was unbelievable. She was coating every inch of it with spit. Then she wormed her head down between his thighs and mouthed his balls, rolled them on her tongue, heating them with her hot mouth.
Then she was back, back to the main course again. Holding his prick upright, she pressed its tip to her closed lips and pushed her head down slowly, letting his phallus drive her jaws open. She met his glands with her tongue. She kept on pushing down, driving his phallus into her, sliding it along the length of her tongue, through her lips. His glands bumped the roof of her mouth and pushed toward her throat, until he felt her breath swirling around it.
Christ! She had to be taking it halfway down her throat!
Charlie had never experienced anything like it before. He'd gotten a few of his dates to feel him up. He had gotten his fingers into hot, bushy, wet pussies from time to time. He had even gotten a couple of chicks to jack him off until he had spurted semen all over their dainty little hands.
But this was the first time had had gotten head. This was the first time he had actually gotten his cock into a girl in any fashion. It was one hell of a way to be introduced to real hot, wet sex. God! He felt he was going to burn up from the heat her hot sucking mouth was building in him.
"No, Mike!"
Cookie's soft, not quite whispered plea jolted through Charlie's haze of pleasure. Damn it! Why had Mom and Dad insisted he and Cookie double up, tonight of all nights? He supposed now he would have to turn around and rescue his baby sister from the boob she was with.
Then everything was quiet in the back seat again and Charlie forgot about Cookie as Jan's mouth worked and sucked. Her tongue was stroking and slurping. Still massaging her breast hard with his other hand, Charlie touched the back of her head as it bobbed up and down, up and down. He hoped he would not cum for a long, long time. This was too excruciatingly good to end soon; it had to last. Jan was sure proving what all the guys said, that she was one hot piece. When Charlie had unbuttoned her shirt, she had damn near thrown those great tits of hers at him.
Those breasts! The one he was now massaging with his hand felt as good as it had looked in the flickering light from the movie screen. It wasn't that they were so large, though they were one of the larger pairs around school. They were such a great shape. They were perfect cones that jutted forward. They were pointed and firm. Her areolae were about an inch in diameter, rounded, cup-shaped. In the center of each was a nubbin nipple that just begged to be pinched and rolled and twisted.
Charlie had pinched and rolled and twisted them, encouraged by Jan's eagerness. She hadn't accepted his touch, she had demanded it. She had sat back proudly so he could see her boobs in their full glory. Then, as she kissed him with the same sucking wet mouth that was now engulfing his cock, instead of jamming herself against him, she had held herself away so he could fondle both soft, firm, warm mounds.
Aahhh! Jesus, it felt great to have her suck him! It felt as if she was trying to suck the cum right out of him. He could feel the suction drawing blood into his cock, making the head of it swell and tingle. Then she scrubbed it with her tongue again, and he felt hot lubricant seeping into her mouth. She lapped it up as if she loved the taste of it. He had heard she'd take the load right into her mouth and swallow it when you did finally cum. The thought made his guts twist into a tight, hot knot and brought still another wave of sperm into the chamber at the base of his phallus.
Her breath puffed onto his hairy stomach, stirring his pubic bush. Her fingers curled around his balls, warming them, speeding the flow of sperm from them. His hips were shifting and jumping now, forcing his prick down her throat. Somehow she managed not to gag. Her back and ribs were warm under his arm as he continued to reflexively squeeze and massage her breast. Her ass shifted and squirmed restlessly as she sucked and sucked on his simmering cock.
She had one fine ass, too. He remembered all the times he had watched those two tight, muscular cushions rolling and twisting as she walked.
Releasing her breast, he slid his hand down her back and tried to pry his fingers into her pants. He succeeded in getting a few inches inside them before the drawn-tight cloth halted his progress. Then he saw Jan reaching down under herself, felt her loosen her belt, and then her pants. Jesus! She wanted him inside her slacks! He worked his hand farther down, down over those soft, warm globes, his fingers sliding into the, deep crack, driven there by her stretching, clinging panties. Her flesh was hot and tight and exciting, her crack sweaty and mysterious.
He felt hair! He felt wiry, kinky, curling hair! Blindly, he probed into the girl's not so secret secrets, probed into the hair, and found her soft, simmering, steamy folds of flesh. His finger slid between her hairy labia, into the searing, slippery slickness of her pussy.
And all the time she was sucking and sucking and sucking on his cock, her mouth and tongue working and working on his phallus. The seepage of hot fluid down his prick grew and grew, a blazing wave of pleasure that was approaching the explosive convulsion of ecstasy that would flood her throat with cum. His hips jerked and heaved, faster and faster and faster as she caressed his penis with her lips, tongue and palate. Her breath, in sharp puffs, came in time with the pounding down of her head and the jamming up of his hips.
Her fingers played with his balls, and tickled high on the insides of his thighs as she sucked on his penis. She probed farther, up behind his balls. A fingernail scratched the hard ridge between his asshole and the base of Jus balls. The fireball of his orgasm swelled and pulsed, a fraction away from the bursting point.
He plunged his fingers into the dripping, seething puddle of her sexual opening. He wriggled his fingers into the hot, wet nest, and felt her pubic hair tickling and tangling with the hairs on the backs of his fingers. He wormed deeper into her inviting wet hole.
His cock rammed the back of her throat. Her tongue sucking and drawing, her fingers dug into the ridge-like foundation of his phallus. His hips heaved upward and his balls tensed up against his crotch. The first searing burst of cum blistered the length of his cock and exploded into her. Her throat spasmed around the head of his phallus as she swallowed, and the sensation made his second shot of semen feel even hotter and better than the first. Every one after that came harder and faster-thick, rocketing gobs of sperm-loaded cum that slammed into Jan's throat, down into her belly.
His toes curling, his breath coming in sharp bursts, Charlie savored every exquisite blazing shot of semen as it ripped the length of his swollen penis and burst out to spray Jan's throat. Then she drew back slightly, and he felt his cum spurt into a hollow at the tip of his penis, pool in her mouth, around his glands, like boiling oil. She sucked, and swallowed the mingled saliva and the semen. The massaging action rekindled the fading convulsions of his orgasm.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she purred around his spurting cock. The sound drummed right through to the core of his being, drawing a final flood of hot fluid from his balls. His muscles convulsed in a desperate attempt to get his last load of fluid into her mouth. Then his groin subsided to a delicious, aching trembling as his orgasm died. His cock began to shrivel. She sucked on it as if trying to keep the blood in it. She drew the last dribbles of cum from him, then released his exhausted tool.
She sat up, and with a toss of her head, flipped her hair out of her face. Her dark eyes gleamed with excitement as she smiled at him. Her lips and chin glistened with cum and spit. She made no effort to wipe it away. She licked her lips greedily, as if finishing the last delicious remnants of an ice cream sundae. Then she leaned forward and kissed him and pushed her warm, firm breasts against his chest.
He tasted his cum on her breath! He thrust his tongue into the same mouth that had just taken his thick, pearly load, and tasted what she had tasted. Instead of it making him feel sick, as he had expected, he found he liked the mingled taste of his cum and her saliva.
"Now me," she whispered, turning and lying back in his lap. She let her head lie carelessly on his still slick and oozing penis.
Charlie looked down at her hungrily despite his recent orgasm. She was stripped to the waist and her open slacks exposed her filmy bikini panties. Her breasts hadn't flattened, just spread slightly, yielding reluctantly to the tug of gravity. They remained impatient, demanding hills of female flesh. He pressed his hand down on top of one and felt it mold to his fingers and squash out against her chest. From her breasts downward was a shallow bifurcation, a valley that arrowed to the dark pit of her navel.
Seeing the path his eyes were taking down her body, Jan took her hand from the back of his neck where it had been tickling his brown curls, and reached down. Lifting her hips off the seat, she skinned her slacks and underpants up her thighs, then down her legs. She quickly kicked free of them and let them fall carelessly to the floor of the car.
Just like that, she was naked-except for the bright gleam of the gold posts piercing her ears, the flash of a ring, and the find gold chain and the medal that rested in the hollow where her collarbones met. Charlie's breath caught in his throat as he surveyed the shadowy expanse of her nude body, the sleek line of her torso, the smooth curves of her legs. Between her thighs was the dark patch of her jet black bush, a thick, dark trapezoid of stiff black hair just waiting for him to plunge his fingers into it.
Charlie slid his hand down from her breast, along her satin skin. He probed a finger gently into her navel. She sucked in her stomach eagerly. Her lips were shining with lust again. Her mouth formed a ragged circle as her eyes hazed with passion. She gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other clutched his shoulder. Her nails cut into him.
He eased his hand lower, tormenting himself as much as her. His fingers combed into the twisting curls of her pubic bush. After a little groping, his middle finger found the hot crease of the top of her slit
Suddenly a sharp cry of pain from Cookie distracted Charlie again. He glanced back, and was astounded to see that his sister was half-naked and entangled with Mike. Mike's hand seemed to be in Cookie's crotch. It was so dark, though, that Charlie wasn't quite sure.
"Hey!" Jan protested from Charlie's lap.
"But…"
"She's all right," Jan whispered. "She's just learning. Now, come on." She directed his probing fingers into the seething, oozing heart of her sex. "Ahhh, yesss, that's it. Aww, stick your finger in me, stick it in!"
For a second, Charlie was torn between the girl in his lap and the urge to protect his sister. Then the feel of the hot, slippery folds of tissue at his fingertips and the sudden quiet from the back seat decided him. He probed into Jan's hungry cunt, driving a finger deep into her hot, sucking hole, pressing his palm hard against her pubic arch, crushing her kinky bush. Hooking the finger in her vagina, he pulled it against her, and rubbed hard with his whole hand. Then he squirmed the finger in her and massaged her pussy with his palm. A flood of fluid sluiced down over his hand.
Jan's thighs were spread wide. One leg was pressed against the back of the seat, the other was resting against the dash. Her smooth, perfect thighs formed a vee that ended where his hand was cupping and prodding her pussy. Her eyes were slitted as she rolled her head in his lap, grinding his cock into him. The heavy, warm pressure and the tickling of her hair combined to renew the hot need in his crotch. He could feel his cock swelling and stiffening under her.
"Two fingers," she whispered. "Two fingers."
Eagerly, Charlie slipped a second one into her hot hole, felt her folds expand to admit it. He wondered what it would feel like to have his cock in her honey hole. He had hoped it would happen tonight, but Cookie's presence made it impossible. The blowjob Jan had given him had been great, but he still had a nagging desire to know what a real fuck felt like.
But right now there was the pleasure of having his hand coated with Jan's juices as he pumped and wiggled his two fingers in her slippery, steaming vagina. The feel of her pubic hair scratching his palm and her flesh slipping over her pubic arch was nice too.
She was whimpering softly, licking her lips and whining as he masturbated her. Her fingers clutched convulsively at the steering wheel. Her breasts quivered and heaved with every passion-wracked breath. He pressed his free hand down on one of her full mounds, squashed it, kneaded it. Then he transferred his hand to the other one, and, circling her nipple with his fingers and thumb, he pressed in and pinched her nipple up. Then he thumbed it, watched it push into her softer breast flesh. The moment he took his thumb off it sprang back, eager and impatient for more. He closed thumb and forefinger on the hard bud, pinched it, rolled it, tugged it.
"Ah-ah-good, good," Jan whispered. "Aw-aw."
Charlie's rigid cock was bent agonizingly down by Jan's head. Awkwardly, he shifted his hips. As if she understood, she lifted her head and let his cock swing up and around. Then, carefully, she nestled her head back down on his thighs. His cock was now tipped up, jutting free, leaning against her cheek.
The sight of his phallus, so close to her face, gave Charlie a lewd charge. She had a sweet face, a young face, but not a baby face. The sight of his erect penis leaning against her soft cheek was exquisite.
He redoubled his efforts in her crotch and on her breasts, watching, fascinated, the way his fingers vanished in her hairy pussy. Curling his thumb under, he groped for the nerve button of her clit. It made his tendons ache, but he was determined to do it. Something in him was forcing him on, forcing him to try to give her the best time he could.
He felt her clit quivering under his thumb, and rolled it wildly back and forth. Jan's hips heaved in response to the searing stimulation, and he knew he had her. He tormented her clit and wriggled his fingers in her vagina at the same time. Awkwardly, he leaned over and managed to kiss one of her nipples. He drew the hard nubbin into his mouth, and rasped his tongue over it.
Jan's response was to buck her hips against his working hand. Her pelvis rolled and twisted and jerked almost as if she were trying to throw his hand off. She arched her back and tried to ram her whole breast into his mouth. Twisting her head, she licked his hard-on and whimpered deep in her throat.
His back aching, Charlie reluctantly released her breast and straightened up. He increased his efforts at her crotch. Her hot thighs slammed closed on his hand, then opened, and slammed closed again as her hips heaved up against his hand.
She stopped licking his cock, and just lay there quivering and trembling. Then she jammed her hips up against his hand. Her body arched, her muscles knotting, a searing orgasm ripped through her lithe, perfect body. Her vagina spasmed around his fingers as her orgasm went on and on.
Charlie damn near came himself, just from watching Jan climax. He was ramming his fingers as deeply into her convulsing pussy as he could, trying to push her ass back down on the seat. Finally her orgasm faded, her muscles fell limp, and she lay there panting and drained. She reached down and pressed her hand on his, keeping his fingers sunk in her sodden vagina. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath.
Then she took his hand from her crotch and guided it to her mouth. Daintily, she sucked one of the fingers he had drilled into her fountaining pussy. Then, deliberately, carefully, she steered his hand to his own mouth, and guided the other finger into him.
Charlie hesitated a moment, and then sucked her fluids off his finger, sensing, somehow, that this was a test. He rolled her flavor around in his mouth, savoring it, and decided that he liked it. Relieved, he licked the rest of her juices off his hand.
Jan heaved herself up out of his lap. She slid over beside him, drew his arm around her shoulders, put his hand on her breast, and snuggled up to him. She reached over and curled her fingers around his hard cock and began to pump it slowly and rhythmically.
Charlie's pleasure was more languid, less intense and impatient, now that he had come once. Jan's hand was a hot glove around his stiff, ready cock. Every slow stroke seemed to draw a few sperm from his balls into the firing chambers in his groin. The feel of her arm across his stomach increased his pleasure.
He played languidly with her breast, sliding his palm over its soft curves. He brushed his fingers over the rubbery bump of her nipple. Curling his fingers under her breast, he lifted it gently, measuring its weight and fullness.
They were both naked. It was amazing. Always before his make-out sessions had been frantic, hurried, and uncomfortable. The girls had always been reluctant, terrified of being caught in the act. It had always been a struggle to get his hand up their skirts, impossible to get them to undress.
Jan was totally different. She reacted to nudity with a casualness that Charlie found incredibly erotic. Here, at a drive-in movie, with cars on both sides of them, and another couple in the back seat, she was making no move toward covering herself. She accepted, even welcomed his hand on her bare breast. She was fondling his cock as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Was this what sex was really all about? Charlie couldn't believe it could be this simple, this easy. Sex was something that happened behind closed doors, in darkness and in stealth. It was secret and private, something hidden and furtive.
Or was it? Maybe this was the way it was supposed to be. Maybe sex was supposed to be open, and honest, and exciting. Maybe it was supposed to be enjoyed leisurely, slowly, and gently and peacefully.
God, that hand around his cock felt good! She was squeezing his phallus gently as she pumped her hand up and down, up and down, sliding the soft envelope of skin over the steely core. Every once in a while she would brush a finger over the rounded tip and stroke down, down over a point that was extraordinarily sensitive. Every time she did that, he would get a searing tickle deep in his groin. Then she would pump and pump and pump some more, and bring another hot wave of fluid welling out the slit at the end.
What would happen if he slipped his hand over onto her bare thigh? Christ, why should he bother to wonder? She had already sucked his cock dry. She had already demanded that he cram his fingers into her hot twat. Why shouldn't he give it a try and see if she'd let him probe her hot, wet slit a second time?
He screwed his courage up to the breaking point. Hesitantly, he moved his hand over toward Jan's crotch. His fingers brushed over his own, strong, hairy thigh, then touched her satin-smooth, rounded one softly. Carefully, he moved his fingers along her warm bare skin, around the curve of her leg, down toward the inside of her thigh.
The back of his hand touched her other leg. She had her thighs pressed close together. Before it could discourage him, she eased her legs open, let him slip his fingers down to where her skin was softest and hottest He gripped her thigh, and squeezed gently.
Her fingers tightened momentarily around his phallus. She reached across with her other hand, and slid her fingers up under his balls. Still massaging his steel hard, aching prick, she rolled his balls on the fingers of her other hand. She was turned toward him slightly now, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hair was tickling his bare skin. Leaning forward a little, she nibbled and licked the side of his neck.
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.