Someone was making stupid, senseless sounds that were mingling with the creaks and groans of the bed, and the slap of flesh against flesh. Cookie realized with a jolt that her throat was raw-she was the one that was moaning mindlessly.
The orgasm that burned through her went on, and on, and on, and on. It was a never-ending flow of pain/pleasure that neither increased nor decreased as Mike pistoned his prick in and out of her sated pussy.
It seemed to take him forever to cum. His moves went on, and on, and on. Then they quickened, became sharper, and she sensed the end of her pleasure and agony drawing near. He jerked into her, quick, hard, sharp, jolting drives that made their bodies crack together. Her moaning became a staccato grunting as the air was jolted out of her.
'Aaarrrhh,' Mike growled mindlessly in her ear. He rammed and rammed and rammed at her, hauling down on her shoulders, trying to compress her against his cock, trying to spindle her on his prick. And at last her already glutted tunnel, flooding her folds with hot, thick gooeyness. Sprawled under Mike, she took her fourth load of cum of the day. Her climax soared upward from the plateau it had been on, then fell back.
Mike heaved off of her. She writhed hesitantly. 'No more,' she moaned softly. 'Oh, God, no more.'
'You okay?' Pete asked.
She nodded. 'I'm okay,' she assured him. She didn't even try to pull her legs together, just lay there with her thighs spread like a frog's, while thick cum oozed from her vagina, down over her anus. 'Just go. Just go, before my parents come home.'
Finally, after the house had been empty for an eternity, she struggled up off her bed and staggered to the bathroom. Filling the tub with steamy, hot water, she lowered herself into it gingerly. She hurt, inside and out. She felt hollow, yet satisfied. She washed herself slowly, tenderly, carefully. Then she just lay there and soaked in the hot water.
If Charlie had walked in on her at that point and wanted to take her, she would have rejected him. And she knew it. So she hoped that he wouldn't come in. Because she wanted to want him, and have him. Her incestuous desire was an evil worm gnawing away at her soul. She had to have her brother. Nothing could kill that incestuous desire in her belly.
She had.sacrificed her virginity, and in the end, it meant nothing. It was not even a hollow victory. It was no victory at all. She was too tired to cry, or to try to figure out how she could get what she wanted so desperately.
CHAPTER VII
Charlie stood with his hands in his pockets. He was furious with himself, furious with Polly. Also, he was trying not to think about his sister. He had carefully been avoiding being alone with Cookie ever since the day he had seen her lying naked on her bed. He didn't know what her motives were, but he didn't trust himself, at all. He knew what his goal was. He was becoming a maniac, a complete sex maniac.
Which was one reason he was here at Polly's. The other reason was that Cookie was at home, by herself. Before he had left, she had said something about doing some sunbathing and gone to change into a bathing suit. So he had fled to Polly to get release from his sexual tension.
He had a hard-on that hurt, it was so powerful. He had his hands in his pockets in an attempt to hide the stiff prod, because Polly was not alone.
He studied the two girls sullenly as he sat in the lounge chair. Polly was wearing a comparatively demure two-piece suit. Both halves hugged her soft curves, the knit material clinging to her flesh. The top half was just small enough to press her breasts upward and inward a little, producing a deep, interesting cleavage. The bottom half was stretched over her lush, round ass. Between her thighs it hugged her mons closely.
He wondered how something as demure as that suit could be so damn sexy.
Ginny Sanders was there to get help from Polly with a cheerleading routine. Ginny's suit was decidedly not demure. It was a minuscule bikini. But, Ginny needed less suit than Polly did. Ginny was in Cookie's class, and she was tall and skinny. Her lean body was darkly tanned. The flowered bikini was cut low on her hips, below the wings of her pelvis. When she turned, he could see half her ass cheeks, the suit had ridden up so. Her ass was small, hard, and clenched-looking.
The top of Ginny's suit appeared even more unnecessary than Cookie's had a year ago.
Charlie's attention was mostly on Polly. The way her boobs jiggled as she and Ginny went through the exhausting routine made his cock throb. The final jump, where she arched her back, kicked her legs back and out in a vee, stretched her arms high, and bowed her whole lush body, threatened Charlie's sanity. When she hit the ground she did her invariable springy bounce and her breasts jolted and shivered, threatening to burst out of her suit.
All Charlie could do was wait for Ginny to leave. He had no idea when that would be. Polly had implied that he'd get what he wanted, sooner or later. It looked at this point as if it was going to be later, a lot later.
'Whew! Break time,' Polly panted, pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. Her body was filmed with sweat.
'Where's the thermos?' Ginny asked. 'Oh, I see it.'
'Me first,' Polly yelled, darting toward the jug of lemonade.
'Oh no you don't,' Ginny said, running after her.
They collided, and each battled to reach the jug first, and keep the other away from it. Bumping against the table, they tumbled to the grass, a giggling mass of bare arms, legs, and torsos. Charlie's lust boiled higher at the sight of the two girls wrestling.
Polly broke free, turned and made a grab for the jug, only to be tripped by Ginny. Then Ginny tried to scramble straight over Polly's back. Polly heaved up and the two girls rolled across the lawn, away from the jug, which had fallen off the table. They were shrieking and giggling as their legs tangled. They clutched at each other as they rolled. Hands slipped on sweaty skin, and Polly sprawled on her back. She scrambled to her hands and knees and started crawling toward the jug. Ginny reached up and grabbed, and got a grip on Polly's suit top, right between Polly's rounded, soft, full breasts. Polly's momentum carried her forward as the knit material of her suit stretched ominously, pulling away from her breasts, dragging downward until the top half of her breasts were exposed.
The buttons that held the top on her ripped free, and Polly was suddenly topless. She lurched in the direction of the jug. Ginny grabbed her foot and Polly sprawled flat on her face, barely catching herself on her hands as she went down.
With a yelp of triumph, Ginny jumped up and made a dash for the jug. Polly lashed out blindly. Her hand closed on Ginny's bikini bottom.
Charlie was sitting forward on the lounge chair. He gripped the plastic arms tensely and stared unbelievingly at the wrestling match. Polly seemed totally oblivious to her toplessness. Her breasts joggled excitingly. Her nipples were pink flashes on her fair skin.
Ginny's suit bottom strained downward. Polly was obviously not about to let go of it. Ginny kept reaching desperately for the thermos jug. The bright print bikini bottom dragged downward, down over her hips, exposing a lighter strip of skin. She twisted half on her side in an effort to reach the jug, and Charlie could see her front, could see jet black hair above the top edge of her suit. Pubic hair, stiff and heavy, was drawn downward toward her pussy in a series of lines.
Suddenly the suit was down around her thighs, tangling around her knees, hobbling her, dumping her flat on the lawn. Rolling onto her back, she kicked her legs and wrestled with her suit, trying not to pull it up, but to get untangled from it. Her black-thatched pussy drew Charlie's excited gaze like a magnet. Her pubic hair was straight, something Charlie had never seen. The straight hairs hugged her thick, bulging labia closely. Ginny's belly was flat and trim and hard. Her hips were slender and boyish. But anatomically, she was definitely a girl.
Just as Ginny succeeded in kicking free of her bathing suit, sending the scrap of cloth fluttering away, Polly lunged for the jug with a scream of triumph, only to be brought crashing down again. Ginny was hanging on to Polly's suit bottom with both hands.
Polly didn't waste any time at all. Heaving her hips up off the ground, she quite literally crawled right out of
