The two sisters loved their brother dearly and rarely scolded him, but he was getting on their nerves that morning. Especially since they had given up a good day of sex for him. He moaned and complained for one reason or another even before they left for the early breakfast. Nothing seemed to please him and they gave up trying to figure out why. Finally, at the threat refusing ever to go with him anywhere again, they got him to calm down. At last he seemed to get interested in an exhibition of flying aircraft and they were able to leave him alone for a couple of hours.
It didn't take them long at the records building to find what they wanted. An obliging clerk brought them the slim record they looked for. And they were in luck, the initials on the ring of the motorcycle owner.
"Nathan Paul Tower-N.P.T. That's it," cried Suzie enthusiastically.
"The description fits him also. Now we've really got a clue," added the older sister.
"This will place him at the scene of the crime. But what do we do now Cindy?"
"Well, first it doesn't conclusively prove he was there at the time the body was dumped. It could have been before, though doubtful. Second, we'd still better not tell Daddy, unless we want our bums blistered. Did you get his address Suzie?"
"It's in Pine Grove. Won't have any problem to find him."
"Well, we'll go home by way of Pine Grove tonight. It's only twenty miles out of the way. If we have to we'll call Daddy and tell him we've been delayed because of car trouble."
Suzie nodded hesitantly. "I don't like to lie to Daddy like that. What if he found out?"
"We'd get the same thing we'd get if we gave him the information we've already got," replied Cindy. She'd already thought about that. "And then, if we do see anything interesting," she continued evenly, "we can come back tomorrow during the day. We'll have to lie to Daddy again about not leaving town. But it's for his own good and might be worth it."
"Settled then," concluded Suzie, "we're partners in this to the end."
"Settled," answered Cindy. Quickly they hurried back to the convention before it recessed for lunch.
It had been a long day for all three of them. The two sisters knew why they were so tired-not having had any sleep last night-but they couldn't understand why Joey also seemed so sleepy. But his weariness turned out to be a blessing. As soon as they finished dinner that evening and headed home he fell soundly asleep in the back seat. At least they wouldn't have to explain to him whey they took a detour through Pine Grove.
"Look," Suzie said, breaking into her sister's thoughts, and pointing to a road sign, ‘two miles to Pine Grove."
"We're making good time."
"There's not much there, is there Cindy?" asked the young girl thoughtfully. "The map only indicates a population of about two to five hundred. It's too small to lure any girls there-not from all over the county. And it's too big to hide a rape-kidnap victim."
"We'll see. I don't know that we'll find anything, but maybe," answered Cindy, stifling a yawn of her own. She too would be glad to get home and go to bed. Besides, her asshole still burned from last night and needed medication. "I was there about a year ago, with Roger, on a picnic. There's a combined general store and a one chair barber shop. Two service stations. One tavern, with a small liquor store in back. And a couple of deserted buildings on the main street. That's about it unless it's changed."
"Doesn't look like it has," added Suzie dryly as they made a sharp turn and entered the town. "The only place that's alive is the tavern."
"That won't help us. What address did we get off that record?"
"Number seven, second street. That'd be just around the corner and back again," offered Suzie casually. The girls were glad there was no one out to notice them. As soon as they pulled off the State road and down a side street they'd be cause for comment by the local inhabitants.
"There it is," said Cindy softly, slowing to a crawl. "Nobody home."
"Probably down at the tavern," added Suzie. "What's that sign say?"
Cindy slowed even more. In front of the large old frame house was a large sign, not more than a few months old.
"Nathan P. Tower-photographer," read the older girl slowly as Suzie copied it into her notebook. "Free lance, business and commercial. Portraits by appointment. Call for estimates on special assignments. 449-6969."
Finally she brought the car to a halt. "There's something else I can't read. Oh, it just gives the trade school he graduated from. Got it all?"
"Got it," answered Suzie quickly, closing her ever handy notebook and sticking it hack in her purse. "Might be something."
"Might be, but I don't know what." Smoothly Cindy turned the corner and headed back toward the highway. Coming toward her from the tavern was a shadowy figure. She slowed enough to get a good look."
"That's him," whispered Suzie as they glided by the dark figure, "at least we know he's still there."
"But that's all. Let's head back. We'll have to push it to make it before Daddy gets home and right now I'm too tired to think clearly."
The next morning the two sisters met Liddy's mother coming out the front door, on her way to work as usual when they got there. "My land Cindy, Suzie! What are you doing up so early on a day off from school? It's not even eight yet," she exclaimed in a friendly voice.
Mrs. Foster was almost as popular with the two sisters as her daughter. Not for sex, of course, but like Liddy she was always happy and pleased to see friends and there seemed always to be a twinkle in her merry eyes. At one time she'd probably looked at lot like Liddy too, but now in her middle age she was a good thirty pounds overweight.
"I don't think she's awake yet girls, but you two go right on up. A little of your early bird enthusiasm'll be good for her lazy bones," she said, smiling broadly. "And say," she called after them as they headed up the stairs, "there's gonna be pot roast and fresh green beans for supper if you all want to come over."
The girls waved acknowledgment and Mrs. Foster headed on for the bakery where she worked. She liked the Smith girls very much and thought they were a good influence on her daughter. "A bit of level headed common sense and not quite so man hungry," she'd tell her husband in the evenings.
Up in Liddy's room they found their friend in fact was already up and dressed. Of course her dress consisted only of a pair of ragged cut-off jeans, but that's all she ever wore around the house. At least until her father came home in the evenings.
"So you're up," said Suzie enthusiastically, popping into the room and bouncing down beside the big blonde on the bed. Greedily she took one of Liddy's mammoth boobs in her hand and squeezed it.
"Hmmm, feels good, Suzie. But not too hard. One of the guys was chewing on it last night. Kind of tender," muttered their friend, looking at the fourteen-year-old approvingly. But then a serious expression crossed her face and she glanced up at Cindy. "Find anything yesterday? I called last night but you weren't home. And I didn't want to call after your father got in."
Cindy smiled seriously and sat down at the girl's desk. "Quit playing with Liddy's melons for a minute, Suzie, and let's tell her what we got."
Suzie let go of the huge breast and eagerly began to tell their friend about their findings and their trip to Pine Grove.
"Wait," broke in Liddy quickly leaning back. A big grin enveloped her face. "Phone number… let's see. Pine Grove would probably be 499 or 469. Right?"
"499," answered Suzie helpfully.
"And the last four digits I'd guess would be…" Liddy looked up at the ceiling as if lost in thought, though it was obvious she was only pretending, "the last numbers would be 6969. Right?"
"How did you know that?" gasped Suzie in surprise. "That's absolutely right."
"Yes, just how did you know that?" questioned Cindy, eyeing the girl curiously.
"Clairvoyant."
"Bullshit," countered the youngest sister immediately.
Liddy laughed heartily, obviously enjoying her little joke. Then suddenly she frowned and looked intently at the floor. "I was kind of kidding," she said, "but this could be serious."
Both sisters waited expectantly. "Go on Liddy," urged Cindy gently.
"I remembered that number because I'd seen it before. And I remembered it because of the numbers ‘69'. It's not like I'd forget anything with Sixty-nine in it."
"Where did you see it, Liddy?" asked Suzie impatiently. "On a leaflet, one of those thin handout advertisements you sometimes see around town. It advertised for young girls, between fourteen and sixteen, to spend an evening modeling teenage clothes. Nothing great, but it paid $5.00 an hour, with a guaranteed minimum of four hours." Liddy paused, trying to remember the details.
"I know it wanted very slender young girls, with clear complexions. That let me out-the slender part I mean-even if I had only been sixteen. And it required the permission of a parent in writing in order to model. I think that's it. I can't think of any more."
The three girls sat quietly for a moment. "Maybe there is something here," broke in Cindy finally, "I wonder…"
"Wait Cindy," said Liddy, still serious, "I haven't told you everything yet. The important thing is where I saw it."
The two sisters waited patiently, realizing that their friend might have stumbled on a solution to the case. But obviously the big blonde was distressed at what she remembered. Finally she looked up and resumed what she had been saying.
"I saw it, Cindy, in a leaflet that Sally Donalds showed me a few days before she disappeared. She asked me about it because… because she thought I'd been around a lot. I know she was interested. But I couldn't tell her anything. It, was the first time I'd seen of it."
Cindy and Suzie stared quietly at their good friend. Suddenly, as it often did, things were falling into place.
"So they use this ad you saw to lure girls into their trap," commented Suzie finally.
"But not quite," corrected Cindy, "for their parents would have to know about it. Then they'd know where their daughters had gone."
"Not if they forged their parents' signature or somehow got by without it," added the fourteen-year-old quickly.
"Maybe, but I doubt it," replied the older girl. "That would be pure chance. And if these things occur regularly at nine day intervals, they've got to get their victims there at the right time. I think you're right Suzie, but somehow there must be more to it."
"Do you really think this might be it?" asked Liddy, now regaining some of her natural good spirits. "I'd kind of like to say I'd been in on solving Sally's murder case."
Instead of answering Cindy got quickly to her feet. "Let's get back to Daddy's files at home. If Sally followed that ad and it is tied in with the slayings, other parents should have mentioned it. At least in passing, when the deputies were trying to find out about the girls' behavior patterns."
A few minutes later they were studying Big Daddy's files intently. There was a little success. Two of the girls' parents had indeed mentioned their daughters doing some photo modeling just before their deaths. But casually the detectives had passed it over.
"Just two," mused Suzie, "not too good odds."
"But we do know that Sally was interested. And there was no reason why any of the girls' parents would have brought it up without being asked," considered Cindy carefully. "It still sounds like a good lead to me."
"So what do we do now?" asked Liddy expectantly. She was ready to help but had no idea where to go.
"I could call and set up an appointment to model," responded Suzie evenly. "I'm the right age, the right build, and… "
"It's just too dangerous Suzie," broke in Cindy calmly.
They continued to argue for several minutes but finally Suzie's logic and the older girl's desire to not yet give up finally won out. The young child made the phone call quickly, betraying nothing of what they knew, and then turned from the phone with a smile.
"Two o'clock this afternoon. She said he'd been advertising in another city this week and hadn't gotten much response. He seemed anxious that I make the appointment today and not put it off."
"Advertising in a different city," thought Cindy, "that's why the girls never seem to come from the same town."
And the kidnapping has to be set up for tomorrow," added Suzie, "so that's why this appointment has to be today."
"But what are you going to do about permission from Big Daddy?" broke in Liddy, thinking of another objection.
"We forge it," said Suzie calmly, "they'll never question it if they're not really interested in selling the pictures."
"And we use a different name," added Cindy. "We don't want them questioning the name ‘Smith' as belonging possibly to the Sheriff's daughters."
Liddy nodded approvingly and smiled. "Well, if we're going to launch Suzie on her modeling career we'd better get going. It's almost noon now. Just time for lunch and a drive to Pine Grove.
"I'm really not hungry," broke in Suzie, again reaching over and caressing one of Liddy's huge melons. "Maybe we could skip lunch and spend the time with more important things." Gently she began to lick at a soft pink nipple she had just exposed. Quickly it hardened under her tongue.
"Mmmmm," murmured the big blonde appreciatively, "I like that idea. And you haven't told me yet about any fucking you two did. Did you get some?"
"Oh, did we Liddy," offered Cindy eagerly, "and we got pictures to show you."
"And battle scares too," mentioned the young girl, her lips sucking in large quantities of soft tit. "Show her your bunghole Cindy."
"Gladly," responded the girl proudly, turning her back to the girls and slipping down her jeans. She bent well over and spread her hips wide.
"My God did you ever get ass fucked!" exclaimed the blonde jealously. She stared intently at Cindy's rectum and anus. It was swollen huge and purplish with red streaks where it had been torn.
"It was great," commented the girl happily, "and does it hurt. And when it hurts I think of the cock that did it to me and how wonderful it was. I even try to shit more often so it'll hurt. He came in there four times, Liddy, four times!"
"Oh, let me lick it, Cindy," crooned the blonde, breaking away from Suzie and reaching her face over to the older sister. Gently she pressed her soft tongue into the swollen and tortured rose bud.
"Oh, oh, oh," cried Cindy sharply," it hurts, it hurts. Oh, it's so good, Liddy," she continued to gasp with pleasure. Gratefully she felt her friend's tongue rasp against her tender flesh. Without a word Suzie had started taking off her clothes. A moment later she was tugging Cindy's own tight pants down her legs.
"Take off your blouse, Cindy," she asked eagerly. "We don't have much time."
"Oh no, but we should have lunch," broke in Cindy, regretfully pulling away from her friend's warm tongue. "We may need our strength this afternoon."
"Hm, maybe we could combine lunch with sex," commented the imaginative blonde, already hot and ready to fuck. "Wait a Sec. You two go up to your bedroom and I'll check the kitchen. Join you in seconds."
It had only taken Liddy a few moments at the refrigerator but when she got to their room the sisters were already stripped and sitting on Cindy's bed. The blonde grinned and set down the assorted groceries she held in her arms.
"Have a cucumber," she smiled at Suzie, then with a quick motion she jabbed the huge vegetable deep into the fourteen-year-olds pussy.
"Oh, oh," cried Suzie with ecstatic surprise, falling back on the bed. "You could have eased it in, Liddy," she said crossly. "It's so damned big."
"I knew you'd stretch to the occasion dear," laughed the blonde, ignoring the girl's vexation. "And your first course, Cindy, is sour kraut. Here, eat this."
"Sour kraut?" asked the brunette in surprise, "why that?"
"It'll make you shit, won't it?"
"Damned right. I'll let a load in fifteen minutes if I eat this."
"And when you shit your asshole will hurt more, won't it?"
"Right. And I'll love it and you all can watch," Cindy responded with a nod. Taking a fork she eagerly shoved heaps of the acid cabbage in her mouth. Finished, she sat down again on the bed and waited. Liddy sat down beside her and peeled a banana.
"Let's have dessert first," the blonde said to Suzie, holding up the long soft fruit. "Spread open, Cindy."
The lovely brunette did as she was told and her friend eased the banana into her quim, taking care not to break it. Together Liddy and Suzie began to nibble at what length still projected from between Cindy's pussy lips until it was eaten flush to the girl's hot quim. Spreading her cunt wide they began to take turns running their tongues deep into her hole and sucking heavily to bring out more of the soft fruit.
Cindy began to moan and tremble as she felt their mouths suck heavily at her cave, her warm honey beginning to soak her pussy and add extra flavor to her friend's meal. Lovingly she reached over and began to lick the cucumber buried in her sister's slit. Carefully her tongue paid attention to where it projected from the little cunt, pressed tight against her clitoris. Suzie squirmed appreciatively under her kisses.
"I'm getting thirsty," finally interrupted Liddy, tearing her mouth away from her friend's gaping pussy. "Hand me the milk. Suzie," she ordered. Immediately the girl did as she was told while the blonde pulled Cindy's ass up toward her. The brunette's cunt hole now pointed toward the ceiling. "Now pour it in, Suzie."
"But there's still banana in there," protested Cindy weakly. "I can feel it."
"Mm, mm, banana, milk and cunt juice," broke in Suzie. "Quiet sis, it sounds delicious." Slowly and carefully she poured the white liquid into her sister's waiting cave.
"Oh, it's so cold," squealed the older sister, shivering with delight. "But it feels so strange and good."
"There," said Liddy, "it's full." Eagerly the two girls took turns in lapping at the cool liquid mixed with Cindy's hot juice. Occasionally they would suck and probe deep into the throbbing quim, securing a morsel of the sweet fruit still inside. Under their tongues the pretty teenager began to tremble and twist with pleasure.