He was horny.
He crossed the room and knelt on the bed near Nickie's head, his huge prick throbbing only inches from her moist, parted lips.
She moved her head forward, her pink tongue flickering out to lick the huge head of his dick.
'Don't I-unh!-get to join in-unh!-the-victory party-unh!' he gasped as her tongue worked its magic on his cock.
Suzanne smiled a slow, certain smile of anticipation while Nickie opened her lips wide and sucked the entire head of his pulsating prick into her warm mouth.
Yes, Suzanne thought. A victory celebration was in order…
Chapter 9
Nickie put the skimpy sunsuit into her suitcase and closed the lid. Almost with a pang of regret, she slid the snap into place and then turned to sit on the bed and wait.
At that very moment, she knew, Suzanne and Frank were delivering their ultimatum to Ernie.
Nickie smiled to herself. She and Frank and Suzanne had been locked in an imaginative position-a most imaginative and satisfying position-when they'd heard footsteps through the first floor hallway.
It was Suzanne who had detached herself and run to the window-and then beckoned them to the amusing sight of Burns running outside, still closing his belt, shirt and jacket and underwear and socks in his hand, to the taxi.
Evidently, he'd come to on the floor, looked up and saw the camera, the naked Ernie, and panicked. He must have called for the cab from the study phone.
She still giggled to herself at the thought of what must have gone through the cab-driver's head at the sight of the half-dressed man, florid and out of breath, bald head glistening with sweat, clothes in hand, running out of the big house.
Especially when Suzanne, naked and only partially concealing her charms behind the window-sill, had waved one bare arm from the window and yelled, 'Come back soon!'
But then Nickie sobered. They'd been lucky-and she knew it.
Still, everything seemed to have worked out. The film Frank had shot was incredible-and just watching it, Nickie got turned on again, seeing herself impaled by those two cocks, writhing and wriggling between the two men.
Plus, she was overjoyed to find that Frank was really rather glad of the plan. He'd had some misgivings all along about the situation, but the longer he remained in it, the more he came to accept it and shuttle aside the pricking doubts.
He was only slightly miffed at her own part in the deception.
The question at the moment though, was whether or not they would be able to persuade Ernie to accept theft terms or would be forced to carry through their threat.
And threat it was. It wasn't a bluff. They would go to the authorities and show and tell all if he didn'tThe door opened.
Nickie stood, facing Suzanne and Frank. 'Where's Lisa?'
Frank spoke. 'She's staying with Dad. H's-uh, he's kind of broken up.'
Lisa had been dumbfounded when they'd presented her with the fait accompli of what they'd done. She'd been involved with it so long that they'd feared she would become exceedingly upset at the end of what had become her normal life-style.
But, in actuality, she was glad to have it over with, too. It seemed that Lisa had been rather taken with a young man from a nearby town, a young man who knew nothing of her reputation and who was in turn, rather taken with her.
She'd been very worried about her family situation and what it would do to her emotional attachments. But that had been dealt with.
'How did he take it?'
Suzanne took a deep breath. 'He'll go along with it. He's going to take a vacation for a few weeks-a vacation at a good facility around four hundred miles from here. They'll get him on the right track and after that maybe just regular consultations with a therapist.'
'I hope,' Frank said.
'Me, too,' Nickie agreed.
'We'll have to move, of course,' Frank said. 'A fresh start in another town, and we'll all have to work to help out until Dad's better. And he will get better.'
Frank had already stepped into place as the head of the household.
'Are you all set, Nickie?' Suzanne asked.
Nickie nodded. 'But I don't really want to go.'
'Might be a good idea,' Frank said. 'You've done a lot to help already.'
'I have to admit,' she said, blushing like a virginal child that it was a lot of fun.'
'For all of us, in a way,' Frank said. 'And some of us wouldn't mind continuing it.' He flashed a quick, intentionally obvious glance at his ominously swelling crotch. 'But-'
'Let's get going,' Suzanne said, hoisting Nickie's suitcase. 'We'll see your plane off.'
The drive to the airport took a little longer with Frank at the wheel-he wasn't the overconfident maniacal madman behind the wheel that his father was-and they were quiet most of the way.
When they arrived, Frank carried Nickie's bag to the ticket counter.
'Gate nineteen,' the counterman said.
Mist was in Suzanne's eyes as they walked to the gate. Nickie was glad the plane was already boarding; she didn't want to linger there. She'd always hated good-byes.
'Nickie,' Suzanne said urgently as they strode towards the boarding gate. 'Nickie, I really feel bad about this. I know how Lisa must have felt, now.'
'What do you mean?'
Frank cleared his throat.
'We love you quite a lot, you know-and not just gratitude. But I think what Suzanne is afraid of-and I've got to admit I am too-is that sex won't be as interesting to you as it might be.'
'Not as exciting, or as intriguing,' Suzanne added.
'But why do you say that?' Nickie asked.
'Because you've done so much in so many ways so soon and so young,' Frank explained.
'LAST CALLS FOR PASSENGERS ON FLIGHT TWO EIGHTY SIX TO… '
Nickie pursed her lips prettily and hugged Suzanne, kissing her full on the lips, then turned to Frank.
She threw her slender arms around Frank's neck, squeezed him tightly and kissed him hard and long and deep, her tongue snaking out to touch his and tease it. He could feel the hard erect points of her nipples against his chest through his shirt and her top and she moved her thighs against the rigid, throbbing bulge of his cock.
Finally, she let herself down, turned so that her hip also brushed his dick and said, 'Now don't you worry about it.'
Suzanne was frowning, but Frank's eyes had a glint of understanding in them.
Nickie let her eyes follow one of the uniformed pilots-whose own eyes were on Nickie's pert little ass and the fine mounds of her breasts.
'After all,' Nickie said, grinning slightly and licking her lips for the man's benefit. 'There's lots of things I haven't tried.' She took a step away from them before turning back and adding: 'Yet.'
The brother and sister watched until she'd gone up the steps into the waiting door of the jet and then Suzanne turned to her brother. 'Penny for your thoughts,' she said.
