'So, what's the trouble?' Ginny asked. 'Oh oh, wait. Let me guess. It's Charlie.'
Cookie nodded. 'Uh huh!'
'He won't ball you, will he?' Ginny asked.
'How did you know?'
'I could say I guessed it,' Ginny answered. 'But that's not exactly true. Let's say that Charlie and I have had an encounter.'
Cookie began to bawl again. 'Everybody gets Charlie but me,' she blubbered. 'Everybody! And he won't even look at me! He runs away from me, in fact. Like I was ugly, or something.'
'The dope thinks you're a virgin,' Ginny snorted, patting Cookie tenderly.
'B-b-but I've tried everything to show him that I'm not,' Cookie wailed. 'Didn't you t-t-tell him, Pete?'
'And get my face busted for my trouble? No thanks,' Pete snorted. 'Your brother's got about twenty pounds on me, at least.'
'I tried to tell him,' Ginny added. 'But he wasn't about to listen to me.'
'He-he's the only person I really want,' Cookie wailed. 'And he won't even look at me!'
'He still thinks of you as his baby sister,' Ginny explained. 'He thinks you're a sweet, innocent little kid.'
'But I'm not!'
'I know that, Pete knows that, and a bunch of other people know that, if I know Mike,' Ginny agreed. 'But unless your brother gets smacked in the face with it, he'll never believe it.'
'He won't even let me near enough to talk to him now,' Cookie said miserably.
'So, actions speak louder than words,' Ginny mused.
'You girls want anything to eat?' Pete interrupted.
'Go feed your fat face,' Ginny ordered. 'Cookie and I are busy.'
Pete went off muttering to himself.
'What can I do?' Cookie asked. 'I can't rape him, can I?'
'Not very easily. How about a little show and tell?'
'What do you mean?'
'Suppose he saw you getting balled?'
Cookie thought this out. 'Yeeaaahhh,' she said finally. 'If he saw me taking cock, he'd have to believe it!' Then her face fell. 'But how can I pull that off?'
'Got the perfect time,' Ginny said, snapping her fingers. 'Jan is having a party next week-a pool party.'
'So?'
'So, it will be your official coming-out party. Jan's parents aren't going to be there. That means it will be one heavy scene, the sky the limit, sexwise.'
'Who'll be there?' Cookie asked warily.
'Me. And Pete, and Mike, probably, and Polly…'
'Polly! But she's the original virgin!' Cookie protested.
'She's one of the hottest lays in town. She loves to take it up the ass, by the way. And Charlie will be there, of course. Maybe a few other guys. Only ones we can really trust, though.'
'Gosh!' Cookie's mind boggled at the vision she had of the party.
'It's the perfect time,' Ginny said softly. 'And all we have to do is work out the best possible entrance for you. What do you think?'
Cookie suddenly felt shy. 'I-I don't know.'
'Do you want Charlie?'
'The worst way,' Cookie admitted.
'Oppornockity tunes but once,' Ginny pointed out 'Better grab it.'
'O-okay,' Cookie agreed. 'You'll help me?'
'I'll be right there to back you up,' Ginny assured her. 'Now, let's see if we can come up with a real grabber of an entry for you.'
'Uh, what about a date?' Cookie asked.
'Don't worry, there'll be more than enough studs to go around. You'll get so much cock you won't need any for a month. Take my word for it.'
Cookie shivered. Her pussy was getting hot and wet just thinking about the party. The only cock she really wanted was her brother's, and this looked like too good a chance to miss. She had to do it.
CHAPTER IX
Cookie surveyed the back yard gathering cynically. Some orgy. The closest thing to action was the dancing that was going on. Everyone was still fully dressed. No one seemed to know how to get things underway.
Cookie's eyes wandered over the crowd, picking out the people she knew. Mike and Pete were there, and Ginny. Polly was standing next to Charlie. Her fingers were interlaced with his. It all looked like a normal afternoon party. Jan, standing next to a monster stud Cookie didn't know, was the closest thing to sexy, even. She was wearing a long skirt that was open on one side all the way to the waist. Her top was a white lacy blouse that left her midriff bare. It was obvious that she was wearing neither bra nor panties.
Cookie was wearing a very demure outfit-a high-necked, shirtwaist dress that buttoned down the front and had a full skirt that came to her knees. Under it, she was wearing a bra, and bikini briefs, both white, both lacy. The only concession to the anticipated orgy was no stockings or pantyhose. Her sandals perfectly displayed her carefully lacquered toenails.
She saw Charlie catch sight of her, and flushed hot with desire. His expression was not encouraging. Obviously, he was not pleased to see her there.
Conscious of Polly's warm body beside his, Charlie felt the general tension growing. Everyone knew what was supposed to happen, what was coming, but no one was making the first move. A few couples were dancing, but no more erotically than at a chaperoned dance.
His eyes had tracked Jan with hot interest as she had circulated. As she walked, an expanse of smooth skin was exposed, all the way up to her hip, where a guttering silver fastener of some kind kept her skirt closed. Jan's breasts jiggled under her blouse. Her nipples were dark shadows under the thin fabric.
Then a flash of blonde hair in the door to the house caught Charlie's attention. He felt the blood draining out of his face. What the hell did Cookie think she was doing, showing up at a party like this? Christ, she looked as innocent as he had ever seen her! But he still remembered how she looked nude, and his brain insisted on stripping her demure party dress off her.
He had to get her out of here, before something happened.
Cookie saw the decision in her brother's eyes. Then she saw Ginny whisper something to Polly and move around beside Charlie.
Just as Charlie started toward Cookie, he found himself immobilized. Polly and Ginny were on each side of him. They held his arms, pressed them against their warm torsos.
It was the agreed-upon signal. Cookie stepped out of the house, into the bright sunlight, and walked straight toward her brother. The sunshine glowed on her soft, pale yellow dress, on her blonde hair and the yellow ribbon in it. She might as well have been under a spotlight. She could feel the eyes of everyone at the gathering on her.
Mike came up to her, but she brushed him aside. 'Wait, you'll get your chance,' she told him softy.
She stopped a few feet in front of her brother. She let her body begin to sway to the pounding rock music.
She danced easily to the music, her feet moving gracefully on the grass. She was bubbling inside with a mixture of excitement, and a shot of Pete's whiskey. She focused entirely on her brother. She had his undivided attention.
She began to unbutton her dress.
