Charlie hadn't even seen Ginny until she suddenly trapped his arm, dragged it into the valley between her small, pointy breasts. At the same time, Polly had shifted her grip, and his other arm was pressed between her soft, warm breasts. The back of his hand was shoved into Polly's crotch so his knuckles were pressing her pussy.
Then Cookie had started toward him. The swaying of her hips had made her skirt swing gracefully. She had brushed past Mike with barely a word, and was suddenly in front of him. He had started to say something, but the way she had looked at him had stopped him cold.
When she started to unbutton the top of her dress, his sexual interest in her had boiled up in spite of himself. As she moved gracefully to the music, her slender body swaying rhythmically, she had unbuttoned the top of her dress, exposing a growing vee of soft golden skin, then the white band of her bra.
She didn't stop at the waist. She unbuttoned all the buttons, opening the dress farther, showing the soft roundness of her tummy, then, at last, the top edge of her white lace panties.
Charlie's cock was in agony, a wild animal struggling to burst free of his confining underpants and slacks.
Still dancing gracefully, Cookie eased the dress back off one shoulder, exposing one cup of her bra. There was a searing eroticism to her casual strip. There was no coyness or teasing, yet. She eased the dress back off her shoulders, down her arms and let it fall around her waist, baring her torso to the hot sun. Her lacy bra seemed to glow with a light of its own.
Swinging her hips easily, she pushed the dress down, let it tumble down her slender legs. She stepped out of it and spun in front of her brother, let him rake his eyes over her barely concealed body.
Charlie's gut knotted with lust and agony. This was his sister, his little sister, and she was baring herself to this whole mob. She was deliberately driving him nuts. She looked incredibly erotic in the lacy bra and panties, which were so white against her golden tan torso. She was all bare skin and white lace, acres of bare skin and scraps of white lace.
She turned her back to him, and his eyes focused on the tight round lace-covered cheeks of her ass. She reached back for the fastening of her bra and unhooked ft deftly.
As she turned, she stripped away her bra and flipped it aside. She gave him a flashing glimpse of her maturing breasts, then cupped her hands over them.
But she hid them only a moment. Then she slid her hands downward, exposing her stiff pink nipples, the pale mounds. She slid her graceful, dainty hands down her torso to her panties. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic, and eased them casually downward.
The soft expanse of her tummy curved toward her pussy, where sparkling golden hairs now glittered in the sunlight. She pushed her panties down her slender, shapely legs and stepped out of them daintily.
She was naked except for her sandals. Bending gracefully, she unbuckled one, then the other, carefully displaying the curves of her budding charms as she completed her strip.
Charlie tried to pull away from Ginny and Polly, but their muscles were stronger than his passion-softened ones. He could feel the sweat trickling down his face, even though it was not a particularly hot day.
He didn't know if he wanted to get free in order to rescue his sister, or to attack her.
Cookie saw her brother's sweat, saw the hard lump in his trousers. She saw the hot lust in his eyes, saw the battle he was fighting with himself.
She knew the eyes of everyone at the party were on her. The boys were interested. The girls were jealous. Stepping up to Charlie, she went up on her tiptoes and leaned forward. She kissed him, very gently, on the lips. The tips of her breasts brushed his chest, making her nipples burn.
Then she left him, and moved through the crowd with easy grace as every eye followed her. She made neither a deliberate display of her body, nor attempted to conceal it. Her thighs scissored and her ass cheeks rolled as she walked.
She chose Jan's date for her first contact after her brother. Jan's eyes were glittering with a jealousy that did Cookie's heart good. If Jan, with the fabulous jutting breasts, was jealous, Cookie had nothing to be shy about.
Jan tried to restrain her date, which was just as well. Cookie teased him with her fingers, stroked his cheek. Then she touched the thrusting lump of his hard-on through his pants. She measured it casually. The big youth leaned toward her, trying to pull away from Jan. Cookie put her hand on his chest and pushed him away.
Casually turning her back on him, dismissing him as inconsequential, she walked toward Pete. Pete was grinning tautly. But he made no move toward her. She went up to him, kissed him softy, then reached down and teased his fly open. After prying his cock free of his pants, she brushed it with her fingertips, then left it bobbing gently in the breeze.
She continued her tour of the party. Everyone seemed to understand her rule: look but don't touch. She stopped at each boy and kissed him gently, and sometimes touched or freed his cock. When they tried to touch her, she twisted away from them.
Until she got to Mike. She wasn't sure why she had settled on him. He was clumsy and awkward-maybe it was sympathy. But the motive didn't matter. She curled her arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing the full length of her slender, naked body against him. He flapped his arms stupidly for a moment, and then wrapped them around her. Spreading her thighs, she pressed her crotch against one of his stocky legs, scrubbing her moist pussy on his pants.
Then she backed away from him and stripped him. As she knelt and helped him out of his pants, he just stood there agreeably, making no move to help her. His cock thrust out at her face. Gripping it in her fingers, she licked his towering organ. She took the rounded head in her mouth and bathed it with her tongue. Then she pushed forward, thrusting his erect cock toward the back of her mouth.
The tone of the party had changed completely. It was as if the guest of honor had lifted his fork. Couples were pairing off and clothes were being shed.
All Cookie cared about was that Charlie was watching her. He was watching as she sucked cock with practiced skill. Cookie was nude at the feet of a naked boy, and she was sucking his cock. It was a total, absolute, brutal denial of her alleged innocence, of everything Charlie had thought she was.
'Lie down on your back, Mike,' she ordered. That was why she had chosen Mike for this, she realized. He was so easily manipulated.
Obediently, the pudgy teenager stretched out on his back on the grass. Cookie straddled his head and leaned forward and continued sucking his cock. Her pussy was over his face. Deliberately, she lowered it onto his mouth. She felt his tongue drive up into her cunt, and rammed her head down on his cock. She sucked his tower carefully, building his excitement, wary of triggering a premature orgasm.
His mouth on her cunt built her own lust, until her cunt was streaming juice onto his face. Since Mike's feet were pointed toward Charlie, she knew her brother was getting a full view of her cocksucking.
Lifting her head, she showed Charlie her spit-shiny chin, her wet, abused lips. Then she lifted her crotch off Mike's face and eased her way down his blocky torso.
Facing Mike's feet, and Charlie, she set the head of Mike's spit-slicked cock at the gate of her vagina. She eased herself down on his phallus, driving it slowly up into her oozing cunt
Charlie wasn't fighting Ginny and Polly any longer. He was watching Cookie get fucked, or rather, fuck herself. He was being slowly stripped by Polly and Ginny, but it didn't distract him. His hot attention was entirely on his sister.
The sight of Cookie flitting confidently from boy to boy, kissing them and fondling their cocks, had driven Charlie nearly nuts. Cookie looked even more sexy and beautiful naked than he remembered from the times she had displayed herself to him.
When Cookie had stripped Mike and then begun sucking his cock, Charlie had stood there, hot lust boiling through his body, unable to move. The sight of his sister's sweet, innocent lips wrapped around Mike's thick blocky cock was too much. All that existed was his incredible blazing lust-lust for his own sister.
Mike's cock slid in and out of Cookie's sucking lips. She pushed her head forward until fully half the pale veined shaft was in her mouth. The pink, bulbous head had to be ramming the back of her throat. It wasn't as complete and dramatic a fellation as Ginny had performed, but it was still damned erotic. And it was all Cookie's idea. Mike was just standing there like an asshole, taking it.
