Maybe she really was okay as she had insisted, in spite of the blood all over everything this morning. Even as he watched, Tannsy's tiny body did an incredibly swift whip over the lower of the parallel bars, springing into a hand stand on the upper bar that spun on into a blurred double whirling and a flying flip from which Tannsy landed lightly on her feet bare inches in front of Lorene Wilson who was standing by observing her every move. He saw Tannsy give her bright little smile of encouragement and lay an affectionate pat on Lorene's skinny ass and lead her to the bars to try the routine. As earlier, in the cafeteria, the self-assured movements of her lithe little body took on that strange new aspect of maturity that was just not his favorite little sister anymore.
Too late yet again, Clark heard the starting gun and had to stand alone in red-faced embarrassment while Coach Somers called the team back to start over, screaming at the whole team for lack of coordination because, like always, he didn't have quite the guts to pinpoint his ass chewing to the Senior Senator's only son. When he emerged from the four-lap timing sprint for which he had gotten into the water on time for a change, Tannsy and Lorene were waving good-bye from the wide archway between the pool and the gymnasium half of the club. Thank God.
Back on the starting block for still another time check, Clark spotted indoor tennis star Carmella Reiner and her tennis star brother among the eager beaver coat-tail athletes who stay to get their kicks to the last ripple of jock muscles, even in this hour of overtime he'd earned for his team. Politely, he returned Carmella's quick smile.
That was a funny one, he'd heard, that Carmella Reiner. He'd never come on with her himself but he'd heard several of the fellows telling how dumb and easy she was. Not stupid dumb; Carmella was a brilliant scholar in school, always coming up with grades to match the best, but she was said to have the imagination of a sex-mad alley cat. Like she would let just anybody play with those beautiful knockers of hers, inside her dress right off the bat, and even take her bra off if she had remembered to wear one. All they would have to do to get her panties off was to whisper in her ear to raise her behind a little and she'd do it like she didn't know what for. Between the times she was taking on anyone who would first be seen with her in public, she was said to be making it steadily with her own brother.
Almost smugly, Clark's mind began comparing the vibrant aliveness of his laughing little sister to the vacuous nothingness of the Reiner sister. A jolt hit him like a giant fist in the gut as he recalled the half-intrigue, half-disgust when anybody mentioned Carmella and Tommie Reiner. The same smirk would be used on his own sweet little sister if word of what they had done this morning ever got out.
Sick to death in his stomach, he sliced into the water. Heedless to Coach Somers' whistle screaming like an hysterical woman, he swam four violent laps of the pool but the sick feeling wouldn't go away.
Nor would the memory of what a great little broad his sister really was, the way she-e had comforted him-m afterwards: "Well, Clar-kie, I don't see how you can say you're such a lousy broth-ther. I don't remember little sister exactly fighting you off-f exactly, so if there's any blame for it, it has to be at least half mine, doesn't it? Or do you think I'm a rotten kid, too, then?" Tannsy had giggled. "In trouble together like always, hey, Clarkie?"
"So-ome trouble, hey." He had grinned back, finally, and that made it all right for Tannsy, too. Then he had kissed her, just like a real girlfriend, and Tannsy had thought that was the greatest thing ever happened.
Clark relaxed, finally, but his brain would never erase the beautiful memory of the act itself; of how Tannsy's tiny tight little cunt had held his cock way deep inside her, squeezing so tight it felt like a raging hard-on even after it had become completely soft, or her hard little breasts mashed against his chest while Tannsy held him close, not letting him get away from her until they had convinced each other that it had been no more than a crazy freak accident, or of her tiny cunt so reluctant to let his' cock go even then, even packed full of slippery juice like it was. So-ome great freak accident, hey, baby.
The boring hour of what used to be exciting competition in the water finally ended but Clark suddenly couldn't face going home to that sexoriented pad of his without the forbidden little sister giggling in it.
Up close, he found it hard to believe what they said about Carmella Reiner. She seemed like any ordinary nice kid, no different than his own sisters or any of the girls they ran around with. Her face, framed in shiny clean chestnut-colored hair, was soft and pretty even if it was rather vague looking. She was only sixteen, a few months younger than himself; and a kind of skinny broad, but she had the right tits, hips, and legs, and all in the right places.
She was as easy as they said but, shit, most girls were easy for him. Not even bothering to go into the house when they got there, Carmella led Clark to the three-car garage at the rear to show him the classic old Pierce Arrow sedan her father was restoring.
In spite of Carmella's suggestive grin, Clark played it like with a normal girl. "Hey, neat!" he said enthusiastically. "Let's get in and you tell the chauffeur where we want to go, okay?"
A look like surprise swept over Carmella's face. Then she smiled and she really was pretty. "You are as nice as everybody says, aren't you," she murmured. "You don't have to pretend anything with me, you know, Clarkie. I've been around."
Inside, the old car smelled like a French whorehouse with a lousy housekeeper. Clark quickly pulled a strap that let a window drop open on the dark side of the garage. He turned to Carmella and she came into his arms like a warm, beautiful, soft, shapely-and lifeless-doll. She accepted his kiss, neither taking nor giving, neither pushing her cunt against him nor pulling it away. He liked the way she let herself drop back onto the leather seat with no phony fussing but he found himself wishing she'd give a little instead of just accepting everything.
He slipped his hand through the elastic neckline of her blouse and tried to edge his fingers under her brassiere, but the brassiere was too tight. Carmella quickly hunched her shoulders to let him push it out of the way. The nipple of her powdery smooth breast came to instant life in the palm of his hand but to look at her face anyone would think he was doing nothing more than checking her cup size for a new bra.
The very nothingness of it all turned Clark on like the sneaky intimacy of a bathroom before Mrs. Compton had taught him what fucking a woman's hot juicy cunt was like. By the time he had slipped his hand between Carmella's flopped-out thighs and cupped his hand to her cunt through her panties, he had a hard on to put him in competition with a bull elephant. He slipped fingers under the leg of Carmella's panties, then stretched the crotch to get his whole hand onto the fuzzy hair on her firm feeling cunt. He thought his fingers had found the warm slit but then he wasn't all that sure. There was no least bit of breath-gulping wetness inviting him to dig in and play.
He never needed the whispered invitation to get Carmella's panties off. He pulled his hand from her cunt to run it up her hip and then, with none of the proper waiting period other girls insisted on, squeezed off a big handful of resilient round ass and moved his fingers to the top elastic. Carmella instantly raised her hips to let him get the wisp of silk down over her hips and then again to let him pull her skirt off from the bottom.
As Carmella's really great breasts came into view with her blouse and brassiere gone, Clark was suddenly seeing a set of hard little apple breasts with stiff pink nipples peeking through a film of misty green chiffon. Irritably, he snapped his head and clambered between Carmella's warm thighs and thrust his rigid cock at the dry lips of her cunt. He caught the involuntary wince of pain that crossed Carmella's features and backed off to lay beside her and finger her cunt and get her more ready.
"What's the matter, Clarkie?" Carmella asked anxiously. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Unh-uh. I was just in too much of a hurry, I guess."
"Oh… Hey, Clarkie? Why don't you… kiss it first? And I will, too, okay? It's fun that way."
"Kiss-! Oh, I… no, I couldn't do that. I've never done that to anybody."
"… It's… fun. It really turns you on?"
"Probably, but- Hey, if you've done it before, why don't you take mine in your mouth and get it nice and wet so we can get it in easier."
"Okay," said Carmella, and did exactly that; nothing less, nothing more. On his knees on the floor of the car, his cock bulging again from nothing more than the idea, Carmella turned her head and opened her mouth and Clark pushed his cock through her passive red lips. Carmella's warm mouth didn't close tightly on his flaring push rod as Mrs. Coach Somers' always did to scoop it as far in as she could get it. She didn't move her head to bring it in deeper nor block it with her tongue to keep it from going in too far. She didn't suck on it. Just as Clark had ordered, Carmella worked up a mouthful of warm spit, laved it around on as much of the prick as was stuck inside her face and stopped, remaining entirely motionless with her mouth pouting around it until Clark pulled away from her to resume his kneeling stance between her legs.
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.
"You might as well go ahead and go off," Reiner panted. "Nobody can ever make her come that way.
"I… did."
"Great this time, hey? Hey, let's go in the old man's work-out gym. He's got a big couch in there where we can really get it on. All three of us."
"Nah, I can't. I've gotta split."
"Aw, come on, Fletcher. Carmie loves it with two guys at once. I'll tell ya what, I'll make her give it to you in a way I'll bet you never had it yet while I give it to her in the front."
"No, thanks, I've really gotta go." Clark suddenly couldn't wait to get all the way home to get rid of the creepy feeling inundating his body. "Where can I take a shower?" he asked.
"There's one in the gym but I still think you oughta try fucking Carmie in the ass once while I fuck her in the cunt. It really blows your mind, ya know? You can actually feel your dongs touch."
When Clark came out of the shower, Tommie and Carmella were already greedily sucking each other on the old man's lounging couch. They barely looked up to tell him good-bye, and again Clark had trouble hiding the revulsion boiling in his gut.
This was the sordid, pukey, kind of mess he could have been letting his own sweet little sister in for.