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The Pussy Show
By Emerson Laken-Palmer (address withheld)
***
A brother and sister working at a carnival find out
what's really important in life. (MF, ped, bg, inc, M-
voy, prost)
***
CHAPTER ONE
I was a wild one when I was a boy. Cocksure and
swaggering and loaded for bear. I couldn't help myself.
That's just the way I was.
I was always looking for a chance to bust out and have
myself a really good time.
And I had good times, back then.
Good times were part of my life. Part of ALL of our
lives.
You see, back in 1974, me and my family (my ma and dad
and Cookie) were carny people. We were a part of a
carnival that traveled through the south, in the winter
months, and the Midwest in the summer.
I know we weren't what you'd call "high class" people.
But we always had food on the table (in our trailer)
and clothes on our backs.
The work wasn't too hard. Well, breaking down and
setting up the attractions WAS hard but, after that was
done, it was just a matter of tending to the rides.
Taking money at the booths. Running the carny shows or
fleecing the locals at the chance games.
I did it all. I was good at it.
My family had been with Trooper Midway Shows since I
was nine and my sister was seven. That would be eight
years at the time of this story. (I was seventeen,
going on eighteen, when all of this happened.)
When you're with a carnival, the world is made up of
only two kinds of people: us and them. Carny people and
straight people. We who supply the fun and games and
them who come to have fun, play and lose their money.
Carny people and straight people have an unwritten code
of conduct with each other. We look at them as fools
and chumps and local suckers and they look at us as
scum and filth and crooks.
That sounds bad but it works out for the both of us.
It ain't no sin to take money from fools and chumps and
suckers and it ain't no sin to be pissed off at the
scum and filth and crooked thieves who fleeced you out
of your money.
We weren't really scum. At least, we didn't think so.
Carny people are just a very odd group of folks. We
seem to find each other and stick with each other
because we could never fit in no place else. And we're
a loyal bunch because it's us against them.
CHAPTER TWO
Leon also had "Zundar the Lizard Boy".
Zundar was me, or one of the other carny guys. We'd
take turns. Leon would have us wear nothing but a big
diaper and he'd smear us, all over, with this mud stuff
and, when it dried, it would get hard and crack and
make us look like we had grey scales all over. We had
to put on this bald-head cap too. Then he'd chain us to
a stake and have us sit in a dark corner of the tent on
a bed of straw. We weren't supposed to say nothin'.
Just sit and let the chumps stare at us. He'd give us
twenty bucks for workin' the show with him.
Me, Glen, Rob, my dad, and Trooper (he was the owner of
the Carnival) and his two sons (Nick and Steve) would
set up and tear down the rides on the midway. We had a
Tilt-A-Whirl, a Scrambler, a Super-Himalaya, a Salt &
Pepper (that big thing with the arms that went up and
down and spun you till you puked); a Round-up and we
had a Ferris wheel (which was a bitch to set up and
tear down). We also had about a half-dozen kiddie
rides.
At the center of the midway were the games and the food
booths. Dad operated them with ma and Sneaky and Will
and me and my sister. We had the Rifle Shoot and the
Ring-Toss and the Ball-In-The Basket and the Dart-
Throw, Skeebo and the Milk Bottles.
My ma did the "Guess-Your-Weight". She was always dead-
on.
Dad worked the caramel corn/cotton candy trailer and
Gus and his wife Laura sold the Italian sausages and
burgers and fries.
I worked the rides and the games. I worked the Ball-In-
The-Basket a lot. The baskets were placed, almost on
their sides, up against the back of the tent. You had
to toss an over-inflated basketball into one of the
baskets. It was fifty cents a try to win a worthless
stuffed animal and, if you won three times, you could
get a TV set. None of the chumps could see the board
that pushed against the back of the baskets. If that
ball hit in any of those baskets, the hard board would
cause it to bounce right back out.
I had a foot lever that I could push and that would
move the board back and let someone win. We had to have
a few winners or the chumps got suspicious and wouldn't
play.
Trooper always had us let the cops win-- win stuffed
animals anyway.
Cookie, my kid sister, worked the Ring-Toss or the
Dart-Throw. She always had lots of chumps gathered
around her game. She was fifteen then. She had,
shoulder length, straight, blond hair and bright, blue
eyes below her bangs. The guys liked her jugs. They
weren't big boobs. Just regular size tits but she liked
to wear tank-tops and she didn't like the confinement
of bras so her nipples would always push out against
the front of her shirt.
Cookie didn't like shoes either. She was usually bare-
footed or in sandals and she always wore shorts. The
change-apron (which we kept the money in) would wrap
around her thin waist and cling against her rounded
hips like a short skirt. She had long legs and she was
thin (like me) and had my ma's facial features, like I
do. Ma's looks made me look like a kind of a muscled,
"pretty-boy" back then, but (as so many guys told me)
they made my sister Cookie look like a foxy little
knock-out.
I didn't care about all the guys who would hang around
her booth and try to talk with her as she worked. Even
though she was slightly built and curvy and pretty,
that was very deceptive. Cookie could be a mean handful
if you messed with her or got her mad. Eight years of
carny life had taught her how to handle herself with
the drooling local boys. She made them play, if they
were going to stand around and look at her, and she
never allowed any fooling around (unless it was her
idea).
Cookie always held a hardwood pointer that she used to
flip the rings off of the bottles or unhook a doll,
from where they hung near the ceiling, when somebody
won. She could work that stick like a rapier as she
stood behind the low counter, with one foot up on the
stand, and ran the game.
She always whacked that stick down, hard on the formica
top, and yelled, "Abada! Abada! Abada! Three rings for
a dollar! Ring a bottle and win a prize! Abada! Abada!
Abada!"
She used that stick once to break some asshole's nose
when he leaned over the counter to get a close look at
the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder and copped a feel
of Cookie's thigh instead.
That dumb bastard would have been better off coppin' a
feel of a pissed-off rattle snake.
CHAPTER THREE
The cops were called and came but nothin' happened.
Trooper took good care of the police, wherever we went,
and everybody, in our whole carnival family, was most
protective of Cookie.
When we were in the south, we had another attraction.
An attraction that was our biggest money maker by far.
It was called exactly what it was: a Pussy Show.
Everybody in the southern, Bible-Belt knows what a
carnival Pussy Show is but people in the north and the
Midwest have no idea because we can't do it there.
See, all carnivals, in the south, are expected to have
a pussy show and they all do. We were no exception.
The Pussy Show was a big tent with a low table inside,
like a small stage, by the back. Me or one of the other
guys would stand out front and draw the chumps by
yellin', "Pussy Show! C'mon in boys! See the thing that
teases and pleases! See it up close! Only five dollars!
Pussy Show! So near, you can smell it!"
The chumps would all gather around, leaving their dates
standing and cluckin' at one another. They'd pay the
five bucks and walk into the tent.
We had floodlights inside, trained on the little stage.
We could pack the guys into that tent so full that all
their cocks were up against each others asses as they
stared at the raised, wooden platform in front of them.
Betty, who was 46 then, or Trooper's wife Rose, who was
52, would walk out onto the stage, from the flap at the
back of the tent, and say, "It's time for the pussy
show, boys!"
Now the pussy show wasn't what you may be thinking. It
wasn't a strip-tease, girlie, dancing around to music
kind of thing. A carnival pussy show is a straight-
forward display of anatomy, not a provocative
performance.
Betty or Rose would stand there and hike their skirt up
over their thick thighs, while the men watched, and
then sit right down on that bare stage. Then, without a
word, they'd lay back, raise their knees, and open
their legs wide apart while all the men peered forward
in silence. Then they'd reach down, with their fingers,
and open up their cunt lips so the guys, sweating in
the tent, could see right inside their big, hairy
twats.
There was always one or two gasps, from the men in the
hushed crowd, as the bright floodlights fully
illuminated the big, open slit, on full display, in
front of them.
Then Trooper's daughter Carol, who was twenty and
stacked and had shoulder length, curly reddish-brown
hair and sexy legs, would walk in, wearing her spike-
heel shoes and mini-skirt, and the men would gasp out
loud again.
Carol would stand next to the reclining Rose or Betty
for a moment, looking around and smiling at the men
with her youthful, pretty, freckled face, and then she
would hike that tight skirt right up to her thin waist,
exposing the pale flesh and curves of her naked, lower
body, and then she'd sit down next to the older woman
and lay herself back and then open her creamy thighs
wide apart and use her slender fingers to spread her
pussy lips way open for all the chumps to whistle and
stare at.
I'd peek into the tent too.
Carol had the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. She kept
her dark bush neatly trimmed and, when she spread her
cunt lips, she was so pink and shiny inside that the
light would reflect from her glistening, juicy slit
above the cleft of her firm-looking ass cheeks. You
could see the bump of her clit and right into her wet,
open pussy hole!
The men would gasp again and it looked so funny as
their jaws hung open and they jockeyed around in the
hot, musty tent to get a better look at it.
The older woman would now stand up, pull her skirt back
down, and announce, "Gentleman, that concludes the
pussy show! Now, if you would please file past the
stage and out the side entrance..."
And Carol would lift her head and peer, past her open
pussy, at all the men and smile sweetly at them and
say, "Thank ya'all for coming to our little Pussy
Show!"
The men, all sporting huge bulges in the front of their
pants now, would each walk slowly past the front of the
stage (on their way out) and take their turns staring
closely, right into Carol's pretty muff as she
obligingly held the lips of it apart and smiled for
them all.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gina, Glen's girlfriend who was 19, would also work the
pussy show sometimes. Gina had a great body too. She
had Greek in her background and her skin was dark. She
had dark, brown eyes and wavy black hair that went
clear to the middle of her back. Her body was lean but
wickedly curvy and she had the most beautiful, full,
kissable mouth.
I really liked Gina a lot but Glen was a muscle-bound,
crazy-stupid kind of a guy, with a hair-trigger temper,
and I never wanted to get on his bad side by trying to
put the make on his girl.
She was friendly though and I talked with her a lot and
showed her how to run the Ball-In-The-Basket and the
Dart-Toss booths.
She was nervous the first time she worked the Pussy
Show. I guess I couldn't blame her.
The gal who used to sub for Carol got pregnant and had
to leave the carnival in Panama Beach.
I was in Trooper's trailer, helping Rose count the
previous day's take, when Carol came in and told her ma
that she had got her period.
"Great!" Rose said sarcastically, tossing her flabby
arms in the air. "NOW what do we do?"
Carol shrugged and then said, "What about Gina?"
Gina had only been with Glen a few weeks (at that time)
and she was just starting to learn how to work the
games and operate the snack trailer and make change.
She seemed eager to learn all about the carnival though
and Rose told me to go get her.
I found her sleeping in Glen's camper, while Glen had
gone into town for supplies, and I woke her.
"What is it?" she sleepily asked as I shook her arm.
She was laying on her side, in the hot trailer, wearing
only a pink bathing suit top and white, bikini panties.
I stared at the sexy leg she had draped over the big
pillow; she was hugging, and said, "It's me-- It's
Jack. Wake up! Rose needs 'ya!"
Gina shook her head and opened her eyes and peered at
me. "Jackie?"
"Yeah."
"Whataya' want?"
"Rose wants to see you, in her trailer, right now."
I watched her, staring at her curves, as she got slowly
out of bed and pulled on a pair of faded jeans. Then I
brought her to Rose and Carol.
I stood by the door as they talked.
"Gina honey," Rose began, "Carol can't work the pussy
show tonight and we were hoping you'd give it a try
since Debbie had to leave last week."
Gina kinda blushed and giggled and stared at Carol for
a moment. "Me?" she asked.
"Sure," Carol said. "You're pretty and young."
"Yeah but..."
"There's nothing to it, honey," Rose stated. "You just
lay there for a few minutes and hold yourself open."
Gina put her hand on top of her head and looked up at
the ceiling and laughed. "Oh wow! ME? Do THAT?"
Carol put her arm around Gina and laughed with her.
"There's nothin' to it, hon! I've been doing it since I
was 17. Come to the tent with me and I'll show you all
you need to know."
Gina didn't say anything for a minute and then Rose
said, "It's a hundred dollars each night for you. Three
or four nights a month..."
Gina's eyes lit up. "A hundred bucks? Just to show
my...." (she looked down at the crotch of her faded
jeans) "...privates?"
Carol and Rose nodded at her.
Gina smiled broadly and shrugged now. "Okay."
When Carol and Gina went to the tent, I followed them
but stood just outside by the flap.
"You just walk in, wearing a top and skirt with nothing
underneath. Then you lift your skirt and sit down here,
next to Mom, and then open up your legs and let them
see it," Carol was saying. "Nobody touches you, or
anything, and I'll talk to Glen for you. He won't
mind."
"What do I do when I lay there?"
"Nothing. Just hold it open so they can see in there
good. I use a little Vaseline to make it look real wet
and shiny inside-- like I'm turned on. They love it!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"They love YOURS, Carol. But what about mine?"
"Hmmm. Let me see it."
I heard the sound of a zipper and then silence for a
few moments and then female giggling.
"Well," it was Carol's voice, "It's a nice one. But
let's go to my trailer and I'll trim it real pretty for
you."
I would have loved to see that, but when I followed
them to Carol's trailer, I found the door was locked
and the blinds were all drawn. I stood there, by the
screen window of Carol's bedroom, listening. I heard
giggling and scissor snipping sounds for a while and
then just giggles and then it got quiet for a time and
then I heard the creaking of the trailer springs and
panting and moaning from the window.
That was a month before the day of this story, when we
were down in Florida. We were just on the outskirts of
Louisville now and we'd been set up since late
yesterday. We were in a large, vacant field near the
edge of town but close enough to draw both people from
Louisville and soldiers from Fort Knox which was only a
few miles away. This was going to be a bonanza for us,
this stop and the next one could be our biggest money-
makers of the season. But we had to work hard.
That morning I helped Nick and Steve repair the old
Tilt-A-Whirl and get it ready for us to open at 11:00.
A couple of the wheel bearings were broken, on two of
the cars, and it was getting harder and harder to get
parts for the old, German ride. We had to have them
sent all the way from Stuttgart and then the post
office had to find us for the delivery. The two cars
had been slow and loud for two weeks but, by 10:30, we
had it fixed and ready.
I washed up and ma made me some lunch but I couldn't
keep my mind off of the Indianapolis stop we were going
to make next week.
We were going to be there, as the midway for a church
festival, for two weeks. And then Trooper was going to
lay over a week and put all of us up at a motel for a
little rest. The 500 was going to be run at the end of
that week.
My family was from Indianapolis. Me and Cookie were
born there and I had gone to school there. I had a
couple of buddy's who still lived there and they were
going to get me into the race and into a pre-race party
the night before.
Man, I wanted to get away from everyone for a couple
days and blow off some steam!
What I needed though was some money! Some REAL money.
Money enough to treat myself and my friends to some
really high times. And I do mean HIGH!
Yeah, I liked a little weed now and again. And some
brews too! And some babes! And I needed cash for all
those things.
Don't get me wrong. I could bag a babe at the carny now
and again. Sure, I couldn't get Gina or Carol (though
they liked to tease me once in a while, when they saw
me walking around with my shirt off) but sometimes I
could get it on with a "town girl" who's eye I caught.
Well, that didn't happen too often. Parents like to
keep a close eye on their daughters when carny people
are around. But once me and Nick got these two junior
high girls to give us blow jobs to ride the Himalaya,
for free, all day.
That was wild because we took them into Trooper's
trailer and had them do us while we sat on the couch
and, just as I was about to cum into this cutie's
sucking mouth, my sister Cookie opened the door and
walked in.
The girls jumped up off their knees and me and Nick
tried to casually cross our legs and lean forward, with
our arms on our laps, as Cookie went to the counter for
her change apron.
"What were you doin', Jackie?" she asked suspiciously
as she stared at me and fastened her apron at her back.
"Nothin'. Just talkin' to the girls."
Cookie's eyebrows rose. "Talkin'?"
The two girls saw the mean, scornful look that my kid
sister was now giving them and they rushed past her and
out the trailer door.
"Shit!" Nick shouted and slapped his knee in
frustration, keeping his other arm over his lap.
"Yeah, Cookie," I yelled. "We WAS just TALKIN'."
"Hmmm," she said as she turned to go. "Better not
`talk' in here 'cause I just saw Rose walkin' around
the grounds and she's lookin' for Nick. I don't think
she wants any town-girl trouble this stop.
CHAPTER SIX
"I hear Trooper's havin' problems with the sheriff's
office because of the fix, that Sneaky got into last
year, when we was here."
"Shit, Cookie," I yelled. "We ain't gonna' cause no
trouble. You didn't hafta' scare those girls off!
Damn!"
She laughed, as she went to the open door, and then she
looked back, as she stepped out, and said, "Don't
forget to tuck that thing in, before you zip up your
pants, Jackie," and she closed the door.
I grinned at that memory. I grinned because those girls
finished suckin' us off, behind the electric truck, a
half hour later, and they got their free rides.
It was just that Cookie had a lot of nerve, spoiling
our fun like that. At least she didn't tell Dad or
Trooper about it. Carny people don't squeal on each
other. But, damn her! Even though my folks and the
others think so, Cookie ain't really no angel herself.
She got her cherry popped by some slick lookin' town
boy in Des Moines early last summer. Oh, but my little
sister had an excuse for that; she was in L-O-V-E!
In LOVE?
At FOURTEEN?
That's what she told Dad when she pointed this 19 year
old dude out to him.
Dad was impressed by this guy too. So impressed that he
and Glen broke both of his arms and tossed him into a
dry creek bed just before we left town.
Cookie cried, of course. But only for a day. I think it
wised her up when Dad showed her the pictures... the
ones, they took from this guy's wallet, of him and his
wife and kid.
I can't say I ever saw Cookie cry again.
Oh! And I KNOW that she gave it to this other
screwball, in Chicago, last fall. The one who put the
butterfly tattoo on her shoulder. He was 22 and in a
band. She told me later that this creep took her to his
place and got her high on weed and she confessed, to me
then, that marijuana made her uncontrollably horny. She
never goes near it now.
I know that Dad would have actually KILLED that fucker
if he'd have found out. But Cookie wore a jacket, to
cover her arm, till we left town and Dad didn't see the
tattoo until we were in Texas.
He made her clean the Port-A-Johns for two weeks
though.
When I finished my lunch, I checked my cigar-box stash
and found I had one joint left from the bag that me and
Nick scored, in Corpus Christie, last month.
Shit, we was wasted that night!
We scored it from a girl who was the daughter of the
Baptist preacher whose grounds we were set up on. She
really liked the muscles of our bare chests and arms.
The three of us smoked almost the whole bag (on the
floor in the church nursery) and then I laid her back
and she let me fuck her, right there on the floor, and
then Nick fucked her right after I was done.
Getting an unexpected hard-on from that memory, I set
the cigar-box back in the compartment, under my bed,
and then I walked out of our trailer and into the hot,
late morning sun to get ready for opening.
I helped Gina blow up and hang balloons for the dart-
throw booth.
You had to do it just right. You had to stretch the
rubber first and then blow up the balloon so it was
just formed and didn't have much air. That way, the
dulled points of the darts couldn't pop them unless you
hit them hard and dead-center.
I heard my sister call my name and looked across to
where Cookie was waving me over to the Ring-Toss.
A large, muscular man, in a white shirt and tie, was
standing at the counter as I walked up.
"Hi," I said to him. "What seems to be the problem?"
The man, with the short-cut, red hair, square jaw and
steely grey eyes, gave me a curt smile and said, "The
problem, kid, is that this game is crooked."
I smiled and looked over at the agitated look on
Cookie's face as she planted her fists on her hips and
was about to speak.
I held out my hand and motioned for her to keep quiet.
"Rigged, sir? OUR game?"
"Look at these rings," he said, holding one up.
"They're barely larger than the tops of the bottles. I
could hardly PLACE one on a bottle, let alone TOSS one
and win."
CHAPTER SEVEN
I kept my smile on the man. I could sense that there
was something about him... Something that conveyed to
me that he was the heat.
Where was Dad or Trooper?
"Well sir," I said, keeping friendliness in my voice,
"this IS a game of chance, you know. We can't just GIVE
these valuable prizes away."
He glanced up at the cheap, stuffed animals and laughed
and then scratched his nose as he looked down at my
sister.
"And what about her?" he asked, keeping his gaze on
Cookie. "How old is this kid? You have to be sixteen to
work in this state you know."
Cookie started to speak but I cut her off again. "She's
old enough, sir."
He bit the corner of his lower lip as he slowly looked
her up and down, his gaze lingering all over her body.
I could see her eyes blazing as she looked defiantly
back at him.
"You look like someone...," he said as he shook his
finger in her face. "Someone I saw in a movie... Jody
Something..." (He snapped his fingers a few times)
"...Jody Foster!"
"My name's Cookie," she said icily.
"Cookie's my sister," I chimed in to cut her off again.
He looked at me now. "Yeah," he said. "I can see that."
"My name's Jack."
He was looking back at her now. "Cookie, huh? What kind
of a name is Cookie? Like as in `one hot cookie'?"
"Her real name is Sylvia," I told him. "after our
grandmother on my mother's side. But she don't like
that name and, since she was a baby (when she was
always fussin' at Ma for one), she's just always been
Cookie."
"Cute!" he said and then he turned to me. "Look, kid.
Do you have a gaming license?"
"My dad and his partner, Mr. Trooper, run this show,
Mister. They have all the paperwork and they've been to
the county clerk's and sheriff's office...."
"Yeah?" he said. "Well, I'm Officer Sharker. I'm with
the Youth Bureau of the Louisville police department."
I KNEW he was the heat.
"I may check on those papers," he said, "and I may
check into your sister's birth certificate."
He looked right into my eyes now. "I would sure hate to
have to close this place down and put all of you out of
business...."
"There's no need for that," I told him, "just talk to
Mr. Trooper. His trailer is right beyond the midway.
There's a sign on it that says OFFICE."
He laughed now. "Yeah. I been there, kid. I saw the
papers. But that county shit don't cut no ice with me.
This is MY area and I run it MY way." His voice grew
threatening as he spoke but then he relaxed and smiled
at me. It was an odd, chilling smile though. "I like
you, kid," he said in a suddenly friendly tone and then
he said, "I'll see 'ya around!" and me and my sister
watched him as he walked slowly down the midway.
An hour later, the midway was full of people and the
rides and games and shows were all up and all making
money. The hot, southern spring day was alive with the
sounds of laughter and yelling and banging and the
metallic whirring and clanging of the rides.
As I stood, barking people to the Basket-Toss, Nick was
loudly playing Alice Cooper's "Schools Out" over the
speakers of the fast spinning Super Himalaya, the
closest ride to the midway and the most popular. I
could hear his voice, shouting over the speaker with,
"Do you want to go FASTER?" and then the happy shouts
of "Yes!" from all the riders.
I liked running that ride too. It's the one with the
connected cars that follow a tight circle around a
small, inclined track and the operator can make it go
faster and faster and faster as the riders scream in
both fear and delight. The operator sits in a booth and
plays music over a loud speaker and you can talk, over
the music, and tease and joke with the riders.
Guys with dates love that ride too because, when you
sit with your girl, the force of the rotating motion
causes her to press firmly up against you.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I could see Ma, down the midway, with a good amount of
chumps at her Guess-Your-Weight booth and a big throng
in front of the snack trailer and cotton candy booth.
Cookie, in the center of the midway, was slapping her
stick down loudly and yelling her, "Abada! Abada!
Abada!" as the boys pressed close to her Ring-Toss and
Gina, directly across from me, was talking to a short
haired, uniformed soldier who was about to toss some
darts at her balloons again.
The sounds and the sights and the smells of money were
in the air. Trooper and Dad were going to make a
killing this week and next. We were all going to do
well.
But I needed to do better than well.
Well was okay. But the take from the midway booths went
to my Dad. They were his games. He paid a percentage to
Trooper and paid Gina and Rob and Sneaky and Will a
small cut for running them. Me and my sister were just
given an allowance. We were family and this was the
family business. None of us, no matter what you might
think, would ever pocket some cash or cheat Dad or
Trooper.
I had to think of something else. Something that would
set me up with a big score. There had to be a way,
looking at all of these people, still early in the day,
on a Friday. This place would be packed tonight with
teens and families and soldiers. All with pockets that
would be stuffed with paycheck cash.
Steal it?
Hell no! I would never rob anybody. Or pick their
pockets.
I was no thief! I was a player. A schemer. A scammer. I
had to come up with a way to get some big money
honestly.
Well, as honestly as possible, anyway.
But how, damn it?
My thoughts were stripped away as I heard Cookie
suddenly shout, "Rube! Rube!" and saw her scramble over
the Ring-Toss counter.
Rube is the carny word for trouble and it meant that
somebody needed assistance right away.
I looked in the direction that she was running and saw
the huge figure of Glen, beating the living daylights
out of the soldier I had seen playing the dart game
with Gina.
As I started running toward Gina's booth, I saw the
bloodied soldier go down and my kid sister jumping up
onto Glen's back and grabbing him around the neck and
head with her arms and locking her bare legs around his
waist. Glen began whirling and thrashing to dislodge
Cookie and get back to kicking the shit out of the
hapless recruit.
I could also see, out of the corner of my eye, two
uniformed officers, with their billyclubs in one hand
and holding their hats on their heads with the other,
running toward the fray at a full clip.
I got there first and dragged the lifeless soldier away
from harm as Gina was standing and hysterically
screaming and Cookie was hanging on and shouting and
Glen was thrashing and yelling, "Get off me! I'm going
to kill him! He was touching her! Get off me, Cookie!
He's a dead man!"
The cops arrived and one of them pulled my sister off
of Glen while the other one made the mistake of hitting
him, full force, in the solar plexus, with the end of
his thick, hardwood baton.
That just made Glen madder and, before I could react or
do anything, Glen caught the surprised officer with a
round-house and the cop went flying backward, arms and
legs flailing, until his body crashed hard to the dirt
on the midway.
The other cop stepped back and drew his service
revolver and assumed a menacing, offensive posture,
holding the gun on Glen, with hands, and yelling,
"Freeze, or I'll shoot!"
Cookie stepped quickly in front of Glen and, with her
arms behind her, holding herself to him, frantically
shouted, "Don't shoot him! He didn't mean it!"
The shouts of RUBE had brought everybody running and
Dad, arriving at the scene with Trooper, yelled at the
cop," What are you doing? You're pointing that thing at
my little girl!" and he stepped up and pushed the
officer's gun down.
The other cop had gotten up and he hit my dad, across
the back of the shoulders, with the baton, and my dad
went down and Trooper punched the cop and....
Well, it was a mess.
At the end of the fracas, more cops had been called,
Glen was arrested, my dad was arrested, Trooper was
arrested and Mom and Rose and Gina had all gone into
town to try and get them released.
CHAPTER NINE
I had to close the Dart-Toss and tried to keep the
other games, and the cotton-candy booth, open with the
smaller staff.
When evening fell and the crowds increased, I saw
Rose's beat up Caddie pull up to her trailer and Rose
(now alone) get out and step quickly through her door.
I yelled for Cookie to keep her eye on my booth and I
rushed, through the milling throng, to Trooper's
trailer and went in.
I found Rose at her desk and in tears.
"What happened?" I asked.
"It looks bad, Jackie," she sniffed. "They got Trooper
and your dad and Glen locked up and they won't even
talk about bail until the court opens on Monday. Gina
won't leave the police station, because she thinks they
might beat Glen up, and your mother is trying to find
some help. Nobody can find Carol..."
"Carol?"
"Yeah. She's not in her trailer and nobody's seen her
all day. We were going to make a lot of money with the
pussy show tonight... Gina was going to do it... and
now we have nobody... We're going to have to close the
show... We're going to lose on the games... We're going
to have to pay bail money for three people... We might
have to cancel Indianapolis..."
Rose started to sob loudly again, folding her arms on
the table and burying her head.
"I'll do it," we heard from behind us, and we both
turned around to see Cookie standing in the doorway.
"I'll work the pussy show tonight."
"You?" I exclaimed.
"Yes "me"," she mocked, looking back at my dumb
expression. "I DO have one, you know."
Rose choked back a sob. "You can't, honey. Thank you,
baby. But you can't. Your Daddy wouldn't like it."
"Daddy wouldn't want Trooper to lose the money, Rose."
Cookie said calmly and without emotion. "I HAVE to do
it. There's nobody else."
She was right. There WAS nobody else. The suckers
weren't going to pay five dollars a head for a pussy
show with no pussy.
Rose looked up at me.
"Well," I said, shrugging my shoulders in resignation,
"I'll run the show and make sure she's okay..."
Rose got slowly up and then, gushing tears, went to
Cookie and took her in her arms and hugged her tightly.
A half hour later, I was standing at the back of the
show tent, watching as Betty fussed and fretted over my
kid sister, pulling and straightening the outfit that
they had hastily found for her.
Cookie looked very nervous as she stood there, letting
Betty handle her, tucking one of Gina's silky, white
blouses into the waistband of one of Carol's black
mini-skirts and centering the seam at the back.
I can hardly remember my sister ever in shoes, let
alone the black high heels that they had put on her. It
made her stand as tall as I was and made her long, bare
legs, under the short hem of the mini-skirt, look sexy
as all-get-out.
It was odd, the feeling that suddenly came over me as I
stared at her. It's hard to describe what I felt,
looking at Cookie that night. I was nervous and
somewhat fearful and yet, at the same time, I was oddly
aroused by the sight (and upset with myself for being
that way).
"Do you want me to go over the routine again,
sweetheart?"
"No Betty," Cookie replied, holding her head up and her
shoulders back and taking a deep breath. "You went over
it twice already. I got it."
Betty handed Cookie a small jar of Vaseline and Cookie
looked at it and then she looked at me. There was an
odd apprehension betrayed in her wide, blue eyes as she
stuck her middle finger into the open jar and said, "Go
start the show."
I went around to the front of the big tent, the one
festooned with the painted pictures of scantily clad
women in sexy poses.
There were already a few dozen men loitering in front
of the stand. They were aware of what the tent was for.
I looked at all their faces, as I climbed to the podium
and picked up the pointer. My feeling of misgiving
seemed to triple as I thought about all of these
strangers looking at Cookie.
CHAPTER TEN
The gathered crowd pressed forward around me and the
entrance to the tent and, seeing this, many others
began to join the throng.
This WAS going to be a big night, the carny part of my
brain told me, and I found myself suddenly whacking the
pointer on the surface of the podium and loudly
barking, "Pussy Show! C'mon in boys! Pussy Show! See
the thing that teases and pleases! See it up close!
Only five dollars! Pussy Show! So near, you can smell
it! C'mon in boys!"
A sea of five dollar bills appeared before me and I was
using both hands to collect the money as the eager
soldiers and teenage boys and farmers and red-necks
filed past me and into the tent.
When the tent couldn't handle a single person more, I
stopped taking the money and closed the flap, whacking
the pointer on the podium three times to signal Betty
that the show could begin.
The disappointed strangers, who didn't make it in,
stood their ground, not wanting to miss their front row
status for the next performance.
I heard Betty, through the canvas of the tent behind
me, loudly say, "It's time for the pussy show, boys!"
It was quiet in the tent for a few minutes.
I couldn't stand it. My heart was pounding in my chest.
I turned my back to the throng and peered into the
crack of the closed flap.
Betty was lying on her back with her knees up and her
legs wide apart, holding her hairy twat wide open as
the floodlights beamed down and the men craned forward
as a single, horny animal.
It seemed like nothing at all happened for many long
minutes more.
I thought I saw Betty say something, lifting her head
and looking at the closed tent flap behind her.
Then the flap opened and Cookie walked in.
The men in the tent seemed to gasp in unison as Cookie
stepped forward, losing her left heel, under her foot,
for a moment but quickly righting herself and then
standing next to the reclining Betty.
Cookie just stood there, for a long while, with her
arms limp at her sides and her fingers twitching. I
could see her trying to smile as her chin quivered
noticeably and her eyes were wide and darting from face
to face to face as the men peered back at her in
excited expectation.
No! That's the wrong thing to do! I tried to telegraph
to her. Don't look at them, Cookie!
Then my sister reached down and grasped the hem of her
mini-skirt with both shaking hands and, closing her
eyes tightly, stood upright and pulled the skirt up to
her waist.
A deafening, teamed howl went up from the tent load of
excited men.
I could see Cookie's ghost-white face wince.
I could also see (as could every man in the tent) my
fifteen-year-old sister's beautiful, light blond pussy,
right between her curvy, exposed thighs, as pretty a
pussy as God had ever created.
"Damn!" someone shouted loudly.
As odd as this sounds, (me being her brother and living
with her, in close quarters, for all of these years) I
had never seen it before. Had never even given it a
thought. And now I (and about a hundred other males)
were staring right at it.
Cookie never opened her eyes as she scooted down into a
daintily modest, sitting position next to Betty.
From the sick look on her face, I half expected that
she wouldn't go through with it but Cookie laid herself
back, opened her sexy legs, and with the men suddenly
hushed in dramatic anticipation, she reached down with
her trembling fingers and spread her pretty, perfect
vaginal lips wide apart.
A loud gasp of awe swept through the crowd and then
Betty (who had been lying there, holding herself open
for so long a time) quickly jumped up and yelled,
"Gentleman, that concludes the pussy show! Now, if you
would please file past the stage and out the side
entrance..."
I couldn't take it anymore as I quickly turned my back
on the tent, breathing hard and unable to focus my eyes
on the blurred congregation of men who stood, waiting
in the warm night air, in front of me.
I was shaking. But I didn't know why I was shaking. Was
it in empathy for the ordeal that Cookie had just put
herself through? Or was it because I had just seen up
the perfect, baby-pink vagina of my own kid sister?
The men were coming out of the side of the tent now,
all with bulges in the front of their pants and all
commenting, to one another, about the awesome spectacle
of what they had just witnessed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Most of them were going to the back of the long line to
pay another five and see the show again! In all my
years in carny, I had never seen so many of the chumps
do that before!
And so it went. On into the night. Fifteen packed
shows, one right after another, until the carny closed
at 11:00.
During the last show, just before closing, when all the
chumps had drifted away, Nick and Steve walked up to
the tent and stood, next to me, by the flap.
"How's Cookie doing?" Steve asked, in a concerned
voice, as I stood there with my change apron bulging
from the obscene amount of five dollar bills I had
collected.
"She's holding up," I said. "Seems to be doin' better
than she was the first show..."
"Everybody's talkin' about it," Nick said excitedly,
taking hold of the tent flap with both of his hands and
pushing his face toward the crack.
I don't know why, but I grabbed his hands and pulled
them from the canvas, just as he was going to peer
inside.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked me testily.
"You don't want to look in there." I said.
"Yes I do," Nick insisted, pulling his wrists from my
hands and grabbing the tent flap again as we heard the
collective gasp from the men inside.
Steve grabbed his younger brother's collar now and
pulled him roughly back. "No you don't, Nick," he said
sternly, looking directly into his face. "Cookie's
doing this for every one of us. She's like our own
little sister. You don't want to embarrass her, or her
brother, any more than I would."
Nick bowed his head and then he looked at me. "Sorry
Jack," he said now, "I guess I just wasn't thinkin'."
And then he added, sarcastically, "I know YOU never
took a peek, through the flap, at my sister Carol's
pussy..."
Steve roughly pushed Nick away from the tent now,
causing him to lose his footing and fall backwards
against the podium.
"Our sister's a slut, Nick," Steve said angrily, but
not loud enough to disturb the show. "Everybody knows
that! Plus she's a God Damn lezzie! She's probably out
there somewhere, right now, suckin' pussy! What the
hell difference does it make? God, you can be such an
asshole!"
Now Betty's voice came from inside the tent,
"Gentleman, that concludes the pussy show! Now, if you
would please file past the stage and out the side
entrance..."
Steve hauled his brother up and dusted him off and the
two of them walked away, without looking back at me, as
the throng of men started filing out the side of the
tent.
"Thank you for comin' to our pussy show," I heard
Cookie say, and I started walking toward Trooper's
trailer to turn in the collected cash.
When I stepped from the Trooper's trailer, and started
walking in the cool night air, I felt a large hand wrap
tightly around my arm and stop me.
Scared shitless, I spun around and was looking up at
the face of Officer Sharker, the man from the Youth
Bureau, who had questioned me this morning.
"Hi Jack," he said, smiling at me.
"God!" I said, trying to make my heart stop pounding
and catch my breath. "Officer Sharker! I thought you
were some asshole tryin' to roll me!"
He laughed that humorless, icy laugh of his, and then
he said, "Call me Sharky, kid. Everybody does."
He started walking me, by the arm, away from the
trailers and over to the big electrical truck. I could
hear my heart pound and our feet whooshing on the dewy
grass as we went.
"What's going on?" I asked him, feeling uneasy about
the way he was acting toward me.
Reaching the side of the truck, he turned me to him,
not releasing my arm, and said, "I caught your little
pussy show tonight. Three times. Didn't you see me?"
It was the damndest thing. But I hadn't. I wasn't
looking at the faces of the men. I was too busy
worrying about Cookie and taking the money.
"No," I answered.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Funny..." he said. "Anyway, Jack.... It turns out that
little Cookie was born in 1959. That makes her what,
Jack?" I saw his rust-colored eyebrows raise, drawing a
response from me.
"Fifteen?"
"That makes her a minor, Jack. You too, for that
matter. Do you know what that means?"
"No."
"It means that you all are in some really deep, and
stinking shit, Jack. It means that I'm going to have to
put all of you sons-of-bitches under arrest and close
down this fucking circus. It means I'm going to have to
impound all of this property. And that your dad and
your boss are going to do some long, hard time in a
Kentucky state prison, Jack." He squeezed my arm hard
now. "That's what it means."
I don't mind telling you, I was scared. I was really
scared. So scared in fact that, as I stood there, I was
afraid that I was going to actually piss in my pants.
"P-prison?" I asked.
"For them," he said. "For you and your sister, a Youth
Correctional Facility. Until you're 21, Jack."
"Officer Sh-Sharker..."
"Call me Sharky, Jack."
"Sharky... "
"Are you scared, Jack? Does all this scare you?"
"Y-yes!"
"That's what I'm gonna' have ta' do, Jack. That's my
duty. That's what the law dictates I do. You broke the
law, Jack. You and your family shit on the laws of the
State of Kentucky, Jack."
"Please, Mister. We're just tryin' to make a livin'. My
dad and Trooper, they didn't know Cookie was going to
be in the show. The regular girl didn't show... We had
to do something."
"Yeah. Sometimes that's the way it is, Jack. I'm glad
you said that. Sometimes you have to do something to
keep something really bad from happening. You
understand how that works, don't you, Jack?"
"Yes. Sure I do. That's what I was sayin'...."
"Suppose there was a way out of this, Jack? Just
suppose that there was something you could do to keep
your parents and your friends and your sister out of
jail and keep your little carnival making money and on
the road..."
"I'd do it! I'd do anything!"
"Now that's what I want to hear, Jack. That's talk
coming from a kid who's smart. A kid who knows how the
world works."
Sharky let go of my arm now and smoothed the sleeve of
my rumpled shirt.
"And just suppose, Jack... as an added bonus... not
only would I forget any charges against your family and
friends... and not only would I get your dad and your
boss and that big, dumb, Polack friend of yours out of
jail free... but that I could also put five hundred
dollars in your pocket?"
The nervousness suddenly fell away from me and I broke
into a smile.
Sharky saw it and smiled too. "That's what I want to
see, Jack. I think we can work something out."
"Sure we can, Sharky. No problem! What do you need?"
Sharky looked around and then back at me. "What I need,
Jack, is something very special. Something only you can
arrange for me."
"Anything.."
"I've been around, Jack. I know carny people. I know
how they are. I know that they're different from all
other people and that they don't look at things the
same way, or have the same morals, that regular people
do. They can get you special things. Special favors..."
"What? Just tell me."
"I was at that show tonight, Jack. I saw what was on
display. I want that, Jack."
"Cookie? You want to fuck Cookie?"
"No, Jack. That wouldn't be right. I couldn't do that.
I wouldn't do that."
That was a relief. Man, I would never pimp my sister!
Not to THIS guy!
"I just want to see it, Jack. I want to see Cookie
getting fucked."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I shook my head. "Cookie ain't like that, Sharky."
"She's not? I saw her, Jack. She's a carny girl.
Struttin' around on that stage and letting everybody
have a peek up her wahzoo... Don't patronize me, Jack,
and tell me that she won't put on a private little fuck
show for me."
Now I was thinking fast. Would she? If she knew? If she
knew about prison and losing the show? And getting dad
and Trooper and Glen out of jail? She did (what she did
tonight) to save the carnival... I guess she would, if
I pressed her. If I told her the situation. What choice
would she have? What choice did any of us have? Sharky
held all the aces.
"Alright," I said. "I think I can arrange it. If you
let me do it my way and talk to her first. But with
who? Who do you want to see fuck her?"
"With YOU, Jack. I want to watch YOU fuck her for me."
"Me?"
"Yeah, Jack."
"That's sick!" I said, but then I wished I hadn't said
that. I didn't want to make him mad.
But he just smiled at me and said, "Yeah, it is, Jack.
But let me level with you. Truth be known, I AM one
sick fucker! That's what makes it worth five hundred
bucks to me, Jack. I'd really get off watching a real
brother and sister fuck. Especially a brother with a
muscular physique like yours pumping it to a sister as
young and cute and sexy as your Cookie is."
This was crazy! HE was crazy! But what was I supposed
to do?
"When? Where?"
"Tonight, Jack. I've got it all set up. I've rented a
room at a motel, near the new bypass, off the
interstate." He reached into his shirt pocket and took
out a scrap of paper and handed it to me. "It's all
there, Jack. Instructions on what to do and how to get
there."
"But what about Dad and Glen and Trooper?"
Sharky laughed that cold laugh again. "You're a sharp
one, Jack. Nothing gets by you, does it?" He patted my
shoulder. "That's a done deal, Jack. All I have to do
is make a phone call. I'll do that tonight. As soon as
you and her are done. You can have your dad and your
friends back here before daybreak."
"Alright," I told him, "you got a deal."
I went to our trailer but it was empty. Cookie wasn't
there.
I took what I needed from the cigar-box, in the
compartment, and took off to find her.
She was with Leon and Gus and Laura, standing in front
of the food both and drinking a Coke as they closed up.
She was still wearing the tight, black skirt and the
white blouse but she was bare-footed now like Cookie
always was. The outfit still looked sexy, but without
the heels, and with her standing there in her bare
feet, she just looked like my kid sister playing dress
up.
"Hi Jackie," she said, smiling at me as I walked up to
her. "God that was a night! I can't believe I got
through it!"
"Yeah," I said. "You did great."
"Yes she did," Gus said, through the window, in his
thick, Italian accent. "Cookie save show. We love our
Cookie. She good girl. She always good girl."
Cookie smiled back at him, taking in the adulation that
the whole troop must have been dishing out to her since
closing time.
I took her arm and led her away from the food booth and
the prying ears.
"What is it, Jack?" she asked, sensing something was
wrong.
I stood her in front of me and placed my hands on her
soft shoulders. "Remember that cop from this morning?
The one that was asking all the questions at your
booth?"
"Sharker?"
"Yeah."
"What about him?"
"He nabbed me tonight, just after the show closed and I
turned in the cash."
Cookie's face grew concerned as she looked up at me.
"Nabbed you? What do you mean? Are you in trouble?"
"We're all in trouble, Cookie."
"Why?" What?"
"This Sharker guy saw you in the show. He knows you're
fifteen and he says he can make trouble. BIG trouble
for all of us."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Oh, Jack!" I saw her pretty features grimace. "Ain't
we in enough trouble? Now there's more?"
"Listen, Cookie," I squeezed her shoulders to let her
know this was important. "This Sharker cop... Sharky.
He isn't such a bad guy. He's willing to make a deal."
"A deal?"
"Yeah. A deal where he'll forget about you being under
age and won't close the show and impound the carnival
and will even get Dad and Trooper and Glen out of
jail... tonight. But we gotta' do something for him.
Something that won't be easy and something that we
won't like."
"Oh God, Jackie! Does he want us to steal something?"
"No, Cookie. Nothing like that."
"Then what? What does he want us to do?"
"He wants to watch you and me... together."
Cookie's face wrinkled in puzzlement. "Watch you and
me? Watch you and me what?"
How was I going to break this to her? What was I
supposed to say?
"He wants to watch you and me get it on."
Cookie just stood there, looking into my face. "Get it
on? What do you mean?"
"Shit, Cookie. This isn't easy for me to say..."
"What?"
"He wants to watch us make love."
Cookie's head and shoulders snapped back and her
features contorted as if she had just tasted something
bitter. "Make love?" Her mouth hung open now in
astonishment.
"Yeah. He's some kinda' pervert, Cookie. He wants to
see a brother and sister do it with each other while he
watches."
"Oh God, Jackie..." She started breathing hard now as I
held her in place. "I could never..... Oh God, Jackie.
Really?"
"It's a sick world, Cookie," I said, shaking my head.
"But we gotta' get Dad and Trooper and Glen out of jail
and we can't lose the carnival!"
Cookie turned her face from me, staring off into the
dark night and thinking.
"It could be worse," I told her. "And we don't have to
like it..."
Cookie stepped back and pulled herself away from my
grasp and then she looked at me with her eyes blazing
and her fists on the curves of her hips. "You'd
actually do it, wouldn't you?" she said loudly and
accusingly.
"Cookie! What CAN we do? What do YOU suggest?"
Her angry look dissolved, as she thought about it, and
then her head dropped, making her blond hair drape
around her reddened cheeks.
"I don't know," she said to the ground, her ingenuity
and resolve leaving her body with a long, deep breath.
Fifteen minutes later, we were in Leon's old car and
heading for the motel. I told Leon that I was taking
Cookie to the White Castle for a reward. He knew how
much she loved those little hamburgers (especially with
extra pickles). I didn't think that there were any of
them as far south as Louisville anyway but Leon didn't
know that.
As I drove down the finished portion of the new
Interstate bypass, looking for the exit Sharky had
marked on his little map, I noticed that my sister was
being very quiet next to me. This was unheard of for
Cookie.
I glanced over at her and saw that she was biting her
fingernail and just looking vacantly out the
windshield, her eyes glassed over in thought.
When she noticed that I was looking at her, she shot me
a quick look of disdain and rocked in her seat, tugging
the hem of her short, black skirt down over her thighs
and crossing her legs.
Man, that made me feel suddenly dirty, as I pulled off
onto the exit.
How could this be? I asked myself. How did I get myself
into this? Here I was, taking my kid sister to a motel
to have sex with her and she knew it.
The exit was actually the end of the finished freeway.
There was heavy equipment and barricades and warning
signs, letting you know that the freeway was under
construction beyond this point.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As I drove up the ramp to the top of the embankment,
the little motel was right ahead across the side road,
next to a Chevron station that was dark and closed for
the night.
I parked the car behind the gas station, just as
Sharky's note had instructed me to do.
Cookie emitted a frustrated moan as I turned off the
engine.
I took the key from the ignition and turned to her.
"What's the matter?"
She raised one leg onto the seat and twisted her body
toward me, her face a mask of anxiety. "I don't know if
I can go through with this, Jackie. I really don't."
I put my hand on her shoulder and she let me. "Cookie.
We've been over this. What else can we do? This guy
Sharky means what he says. He's got us where he wants
us. I've talked to him. You've seen him. We ain't
gonna' get nowhere crossin' this guy."
"I'll just sit there, Jackie," she said, folding her
arms and summoning her defiant nature. "I'll just sit
there and do nothing."
"Cookie. Believe me, that ain't gonna' work with this
guy. You're just gonna' make things worse..."
"But, Jackie..."
"Listen to me!" I said firmly, taking both of her hands
in mine. "I suggest we play along. I think it's best
that we humor this pervert. If we want to get everybody
out of jail and save the carnival, I suggest we do
exactly what this guy asks us to do and we get it over
with as quickly, and as painlessly, as possible."
"Jackie!" she protested, craning her head at me as if I
could summon some quick solution to our problem.
"Cookie. Please understand that this is none of my
fault. I didn't plan this..."
"I know that," she said quickly.
"Look. I know this might not be the time or the place
for me to say this to you. I know we never was the kind
of family that talks about how we feel about each
other... But I just want you to know that I would never
hurt you and that..."
She put her hand over my mouth and looked into my eyes.
"You don't have to tell me that, Jah. You don't have to
say it to me. We both know how we feel about each
other. And that's that."
Cookie hadn't called me Jah in years. It was how my
sister said my name when she was just a diapered,
little toddler and I used to have to follow her around
and keep her out of trouble.
I took her hand away and squeezed it. "Alright." I told
her. "Let's get it over with."
Sharky's unmarked, Ford police car was parked right in
front of room 17, the farthest door from the dark,
motel office. There was only one other car in the lot
and that was parked in front of room 2.
He let us in before we even knocked on the door.
Smiling his cold smile as he saw me and Cookie standing
there.
"Come on in," he said holding the door, "I was
wondering when you'd get here."
I led the way and Cookie took my hand and followed me.
I couldn't see my sister behind me, but the way that
Sharky's smile faded, I know she must have been
scowling at him.
The little room was a standard motel accommodation.
There was one double bed, against the wall in the
middle of the room, and a dresser and a TV, anchored to
a metal stand, at the opposite side. A writing table
and a chair were near the closed curtains of the large
window. There was an open closet, on the far side of
the room, and a door that opened on a bathroom with a
shower.
Sharky told us to have a seat and I took Cookie to the
foot of the bed and we sat down.
"Wanna' beer?" Sharky said as he pulled two cans of
Pabst from the five left of the six-pack on the
dresser.
I was about to tell him that Cookie didn't like beer
when she said, "Yes," loudly and held out her hand.
Cookie and I both opened our beers and Sharky bent and
held his hand out to collect the tabs. Then, as I heard
Cookie take a large gulp, I watched Sharky deposit the
tabs in the, plastic lined, trash can, noticing the
large gym bag, on the floor, next to the dresser.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"So," he said as he turned back to us, "no trouble
finding the place?"
"No," I answered, nervously playing with the can in my
hand.
Sharky took a beer and opened it now, taking a long
drink from the white labeled can. He leaned back,
sitting against the dresser now and crossing his arms
as he asked, "Did the carnival do well tonight?"
"Yeah," Cookie replied, "until Jack ran into YOU!"
Sharky smiled his icy smile at her and said, "Yeah. I
guess so."
He just kept his stare and his grin trained coldly on
my sister as Cookie looked nonchalantly around the room
and took another gulp of her beer.
"Good beer?" he asked her.
Cookie looked at the can and shrugged. "I guess so. I
don't like beer."
Sharky laughed and took another drink from his can.
"That outfit looks so sexy on you, kid. I forgot to
tell Jack to have you wear it, but I'm glad you did."
Cookie shrugged again and finished her beer and Sharky
quickly got her another one, popping the top before he
handed it to her and depositing the tab in the trash
can.
I took a swig of mine.
"Do you know just how pretty you are?" he asked her.
Cookie took a drink from her fresh beer, looking up at
him over the rim of the can. "I've been told," she
stated. "I don't pay no attention. What does it
matter?"
"It matters to boys, Cookie. Boys like pretty girls
like you. You ever have a boyfriend, Cookie?"
"Once."
"Only one?"
"Only one I liked."
"Oh but I bet lots of 'em like you, Cookie."
"Maybe so," she stated, "but it don't do you no good to
get serious over boys when you're with the carnival and
travelin' all the time."
"Smart Cookie," he said and then he laughed and took
another sip from his beer.
"I can't get over your name," he said to her. "I
laughed when I read the police report, on your father,
this afternoon."
"Officer Sharker's a funny name too," she said, bending
and setting her open beer on the carpet.
Sharky stood and then bent to the floor, picking up her
beer as he looked down the front of Gina's white
blouse.
"Let me set that on the dresser for you," he said.
Cookie sat up and put her hand to the neckline of her
outfit, making sure that all the buttons were fastened.
Sharky watched her for a moment and then he said,
"Well, we all know why we're here, don't we?"
Cookie, sitting against my left thigh, said, "Yeah. You
want to see me and my brother do the deed."
Sharky smiled and I saw his eyes flash that ice-like
stare. "Smart girl," he said. "Right to the point. I
like that."
I took a gulp of my beer now. It tasted bitter on my
tongue.
"So, how do you want us to do it?" Cookie asked.
"Well, I don't want you to just do it. I want you to
lead up to it."
"Lead up to it?"
"Yeah. A boy shouldn't just jump on a girl. There has
to be a little romance."
"Romance?" Cookie exclaimed. "But this is Jack!"
"So? Jack is a boy. He's a gentleman, aren't you Jack?"
"Yeah," I said. "I guess so."
Sharky reached over and took my beer and set it on the
dresser next to Cookie's.
"Do you usually just jump a girl's bones, Jack?" he
asked.
"No."
"Well, what do you do, Jack? How do you get things
started-- usually?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I guess I kiss 'em."
"You kiss them?"
"Yeah."
"Well, do that then. I'd like to see you kiss Cookie.
Get her in the MOOD, Jack."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Man, I started to shake as I turned my head and looked
into my sister's familiar face. It was the oddest
feeling that had ever come over me. I was scared.
Really scared.
I swallowed thickly. My mouth had gone dry.
"Can I have another sip of my beer, Sharky?"
"Sure," he said, reaching over and handing me the can.
"There's another six pack, in the trunk of my car, if
you need more."
I took a long swig, feeling the warm beer burn in my
throat as it went down. Then I handed the can back to
Sharky.
He set it on the dresser and then he took a step toward
us and got down on his haunches so that he was at eye
level with me and Cookie.
"Okay now," he said, as if he was directing a movie,
"kiss her."
What else was I to do? The beer was having a slight
effect on me now and I turned toward Cookie and leaned
to her, pressing my lips against hers. They were warm
and soft and I felt them tremble a little, against
mine, as my eyes stared directly into hers and she
looked widely back at me.
This, I guess, is what the sports people mean when they
say a nothing result is like "kissing your sister".
"Is that a kiss, kids?" Sharky said, disappointingly.
"Come on! You can both do better than that!"
I pulled back for a moment, looking into Cookie's
pretty face, and then I said, "Close your eyes, at
least."
"Alright," she said, and then her eyelids fluttered
shut and I pushed my face to hers again and pressed my
lips firmly against her own.
We sat there, like that, for a long minute. Side by
side, breathing into each other's faces through our
noses, with our closed lips pressed together and our
hands on our laps. And then Sharky said, "Hold it,
kids. This isn't getting us anywhere and I'm getting a
little ticked."
I opened my eyes now and turned my face to him. I could
sense the anger building in his voice. "Sorry, Sharky,"
I said. "But this just isn't natural. And it's not easy
for us."
I could see impatience and irritation in his face as he
stared coldly back at me. "Try it again," he ordered.
I put my hands on Cookie's satiny shoulders now and
pulled her to me as I parted my lips slightly and
pressed them more firmly against hers.
Sharky leaned to us and said, "That's a little better.
Open your lips, Cookie. Open them for him."
I felt her lips part and I pushed my tongue to her
smooth teeth, rubbing them, and her gums, with the tip.
"Open your mouth, Cookie," Sharky directed and suddenly
my tongue was against hers but she squeaked in protest
and then pulled her face back.
"Shit!" Sharky barked.
"Look," I said to him quickly. "I brought something
with me that might help us out."
"What?"
"Well, you're a cop and I know this ain't exactly
legal..."
"What is it?"
I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out the large
marijuana joint that I had snatched from my cigar-box.
Sharky's eyes brightened as he saw it.
"God, Jack," Cookie said sarcastically. "You thought of
everything, didn't ya'?"
"Is this what Cookie likes?" Sharky asked.
"Well, I don't know if she likes it but I know what it
does to her."
"Well then. Let's light that sucker up, Jack!"
Sharky reached over to the dresser and handed me the
matches from the unused ash tray.
I lit the joint and took a long toke, holding the smoke
in and passing it to my sister.
She just looked at it. "I can't smoke this, Jackie. I
told you I'd never do this stuff again."
I let out the sweet smoke, in a long hiss, and then I
said, "Sure you can. It'll help us get through this."
Cookie looked at me anxiously and said, "No, Jackie."
And she handed the smoldering joint back to me.
"I'll do it FOR you, Cookie," I said.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"What do ya' mean?"
I took a really long toke from the reefer now, holding
it all in my mouth, and then I put my hands back on her
soft shoulders and pushed my parted lips back to hers.
"Open," Sharky ordered, and my sister opened her mouth
just enough for me to puff all of the smoke into her
lungs.
I gripped her shoulders more tightly now and pushed my
tongue right into her mouth, licking the surface of her
tongue and forcing her to hold the smoke in.
"That's better," Sharky stated and then, after about
half a minute, Cookie pulled her face back and coughed
and coughed, the smoke forming a cloud around her head
as she did so.
"That shit's strong," Cookie complained, coughing some
more and waving the smoke away from her with her hand.
I looked at Sharky and he glanced at me and then we
both looked at Cookie as she closed her eyes and her
head bobbed forward and then she quickly snapped it
back upright and, with her blue eyes wide, said, "Ooh
wee!"
I handed the joint to Sharky now and he dropped it into
the ash tray.
"Alright now," Sharky said loosening his tie. "Let's
try this again. But make it a good one."
"Turn to me a little, Cookie," I said, and she adjusted
herself on the edge of the bed so that her upper body
was facing me.
I scooted as close to her as I could and then I placed
my hands at her warm sides.
Cookie's eyes were already closed and she was breathing
through her mouth as I leaned to her and formed my lips
around hers again and placed my tongue back into her
mouth.
Surprisingly, Cookie's soft tongue pressed back against
mine, this time, and she began to gently lick at my
tongue as she cocked her head and moved her face so
that our lips rubbed softly together.
I could feel the blood start to rush to my dick as I
wrapped my arms around her soft body and felt her warm
arms entwine around my neck.
"Good," Sharky encouraged. "That's real good. That's
more like it."
Cookie pressed her body even closer to me now and I
could feel the twin swells of her breasts against my
chest as I held her more tightly and sucked the
sweetness of her warm mouth.
"Now we're getting somewhere," Sharky said. "Touch her
breasts, Jack."
With my left arm around her waist, I reached up between
us and placed my right hand over my sister's left
breast. It was very warm and firm feeling, under my
hand, and I gave it a gentle squeeze as Cookie's kisses
became more passionate, her mouth now wide open and our
tongues out and licking at each other.
She began panting into my face as my finger's found her
swollen nipple and gently pinched and rolled it between
them.
Cookie moaned into my face and worked her open lips at
mine, wetly.
"God, Jack! She likes it. Shit! Open her blouse!"
Not breaking our kiss, and feeling my cock swell hard
with excitement, I used both hands to unfasten the
pearly buttons of the silky, white blouse. Then I
parted the front and placed my hands over the soft,
naked, warm flesh of both my sister's breasts. Pressing
them against her as I felt her arms tighten their grip
around my neck.
"Good. Good. That's a girl. That's the way. Good."
Sharky leaned forward and put his hands on our arms and
then pulled us apart.
We both opened our eyes and turned our faces to him. He
was panting with us and staring at us with his wide,
steely eyes.
"Listen, kids," he said. This is getting better now.
This is what I want to see. But listen to me." His
voice was very commanding now as we looked at him with
dull eyes. "I'm going to take care of you kids. I'm
going to do what I promised you. But you're going to
have to do exactly what I say now. It's very important
that you follow my directions, from here on out, so
that I can enjoy this. Understand?"
We both nodded.
"Alright. I want you two to respond to me while we
continue.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"If I ask you a question, I want you to answer. If I
tell you do something, I want you to do it. Alright?"
We nodded again.
"Okay. Jack? Take your shirt off."
I moved back from Cookie a bit and pulled my shirt over
my head.
"Okay now. Cookie, sit closer to Jack. That's it. Put
your leg up on his leg a little. That's good. Alright
now. Kiss him."
We closed our eyes and Cookie pushed her open mouth to
mine again, licking my tongue as she wrapped her arms
around my upper body.
I placed my hands on her breasts again, exploring
around their soft circumference and kneading and
pressing them firmly against her heaving chest.
"That's good, Jack. Are her titties nice?"
"Ummm hummm."
"Yes, Jack. Squeeze them. Oh, they look so soft and
firm."
Cookie's tongue was in my mouth now and I felt her arms
tighten at my back.
"Rub Jack's chest now, Cookie. Touch him. Feel those
muscles of his?"
Cookie gasped as she placed her hands on my chest and
clutched and squeezed at me, nodding her response to
Sharky.
"That's it, Cookie. That's the way. Feel his arms now.
That's it. Aren't they strong feeling?"
"Umm hmm."
"You're both doing fine. This is real good, kids."
Sharky's voice was a distant, far off whisper to me
now.
"Put your hand on Cookie's leg now, Jack. That's it.
Run your hand up and down it now."
I moved my open hand from her knee up to the hem of her
skirt and back to her knee.
"Isn't she soft, Jack? Is her leg smooth feeling?"
I nodded as I sucked at Cookie's sweet, agile mouth.
"Put your hand up her skirt now, Jack. That's it. Way
up there on her thigh. Is it warm up there?"
"Umm humm..."
"Open your legs for him, Cookie. Let him feel you up
there."
I had my hand up as far as Cookie's lap, but she still
held her thighs firmly together.
"Come on, Cookie," he coaxed. "We can get past this.
Come on, girl. Open them for him."
I sucked her mouth harder now. My cock was a straining
pipe, in my pants, as I felt my sister's thighs slowly
part and my hand dropped down between her legs. I
stroked Cookie's hot, right, inner thigh now as Sharky
leaned down to watch me.
"Good, Cookie. That's a good girl," he soothed. "Feel
her thigh, Jack. That's it. Is it as soft and as smooth
as it looks?"
"Umm hmm."
"Higher now, Jack."
I was as high up her thigh as I could go. My fingertips
were just touching the delicate, bare skin at the
juncture of her leg and her crotch. I could feel the
tickle of her soft, pubic hair on the knuckles above my
finger nails.
"I want you to touch her pussy now, Jack."
I moved my hand and pressed it flat against the hot,
downy soft fur between my sister's legs. Just as I
grasped it, I felt her close her legs, trapping my hand
against her hot pussy and between the soft flesh of her
creamy thighs.
"No, Cookie. Come on. We're so close, honey. I know you
want it. Come on, baby. Open your thighs so Jack can
feel that pretty thing."
Cookie chirped, through her nose, in protest, but I
felt her legs slowly part again and I began to rub my
fingers against the soft, twin cushions of her warm
pussy.
"That's it kids," Sharky cooed. "Feel his fingers
touching you, Cookie?"
"Umm hmm."
"Is she wet, Jack? Can you feel her?"
I found the indention, between Cookie's soft pussy
lips, and carefully worked the tip of my finger inside.
Cookie WAS wet. Very wet.
I nodded my head as I continued to kiss her deeply.
"Good. Good."
CHAPTER TWENTY
I traced my finger, slowly up and down, within her
slickened notch, until I found the soft, elastic sheath
of my sister's little clitoris. I rubbed my fingertip
gently against it and, as I did, Cookie moaned loudly,
into my face and her body seemed to melt against me as
her warm, sweet breath rushed from her nostrils.
"Unzip your brother's pants now, Cookie."
I continued to gently rub her swelling clit as I felt
her hands move to the front of my pants, undoing my
belt and the snap and then working my zipper down.
"Alright Jack," Sharky said. "Stand up and remove your
pants."
I was in a kind of stupor now. I don't know if it was
from the beer or from what me and Cookie were doing,
but I stood up and removed my boots and pulled my pants
down my thighs and let them fall to the floor.
Cookie, sitting there with her eyes glassed over, was
looking directly at my twitching cock, panting through
her pretty, open mouth.
It was hard as a rock, and thrusting out, from my
loins, at a forty-five degree angle.
Sharky leaned to her. "Touch it, Cookie."
She reached slowly out and then grasped my dick with
her small hand. It was thick enough that her finger-
tips and thumb tip could not meet as she gripped it
behind its swollen head.
"Your brother has a big one, Cookie. Did you know that
he had such a big cock?"
Cookie shook her head, causing her blond hair to dance
about her shoulders, her eyes were wide as she stared
at what she was holding. I could feel it throb in her
hand.
"Stroke it, Cookie. That's the way. Yes. Up and down.
You know how to do it. Is it real hard?"
She nodded her head.
"You made it that way, Cookie. He's hard because you're
so pretty and so sexy and he wants to fuck you so
badly. He wants to push that big cock of his, up into
your pretty pussy, Cookie. That cock that's so hard.
Would you like that? Would you like to feel that big
thing thrusting way up inside of you? Your big, tanned,
muscular brother driving himself deep into your body
and giving you pleasure?"
Cookie closed her eyes as he spoke but kept jacking
slowly on my cock and then she rubbed her hand over the
engorged, sensitive tip. I could feel it releasing pre-
cum.
"Well?" Sharky pressed. "Would you?"
"Yes," Cookie breathlessly whispered.
Sharky reached over and pulled my sister's open blouse
down the back of her shoulders. Cookie had to release
my cock as she finished removing the silky blouse. She
was now sitting there in just the short skirt. The
skirt had ridden up and her bare legs were still apart
so, as I looked down, I could see between her open
thighs.
Her pussy was as blonde and as pink and as perfect and
as pretty as it had been, when I'd seen it earlier, at
the pussy show.
"Get back on the bed, Cookie."
My sister stood up and reached behind her to unfasten
the clasp at the back of her mini-skirt.
"No," Sharky said. "Just hike it up, like you did in
the show tonight. I want to watch you fuck in it."
Cookie pulled the hem of her skirt up and then moved to
the middle of the bed, arranging herself on her back
with her arms at her sides and her legs slightly apart.
The mini-skirt was bunched around her thin midriff,
above the flair of her hips and, below that, the furry,
blond mound of her pussy was exposed, jutting up from
the flat plain of her wide, lower stomach. I could see
the cleft, through the wispy blond hairs at her crotch.
It looked moist and inviting.
Her eyes were closed, as I looked down on her, and she
was breathing deeply and rhythmically, causing her firm
breasts to rise up and down. Her nipples were swollen
and erect.
I heard Sharky say, "Look at that, boy! Have you ever
seen a girl as sexy as that?"
I had to admit it, as I stood there and trembled, "No."
"Fuck her for me, Jack!"
I moved onto the bed and over her.
Cookie parted her legs a little more, to accommodate
me, and then I gently lay myself on top of her, feeling
first the warm contact of her twin breasts on my chest
and then my cock as it came to rest over the furry bump
below her taut, lower belly. Then I was laying fully on
top of her, my elbows on the bedspread, at either side
of her thin waist, and my hands gripping her sides,
just below her armpits.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Cookie placed her hands on my upper back and we pressed
the cheeks of our faces together.
I could hear Sharky, unzipping his pants at the side of
the bed as he said, "Put it inside her, Jack."
I reached down between us and gripped my throbbing
hard-on, maneuvering my hips so that I could find
Cookie's opening with my cock-head. I could feel the
tip, pressing into the warm, slickened furrow, between
her pussy lips, and I rubbed it in there, hearing my
sister softly moan each time my cock-tip massaged past
her hardened clitoris. Then I detected the indention,
at the heated opening of her vagina, and pressed myself
slowly forward with my hips.
Cookie's pussy was so small that, as my cock-head
pushed it's way into her, her outer lips were drawn in
with it, making penetration difficult. I pulled back
out, spreading her abundant lubrication around in her
notch, to ease my entry. Then I worked the head back
into her opening again and I pushed in hard.
I could feel her hot, tender passage grudgingly giving
way and my cock beginning to slowly sink into her body.
After pulling back and pushing in a few more times, I
was finally, fully within her and I rested my body on
top of hers and tried to get used to the sensations.
I have fucked in my life. Many times. I've had more
than my share, in fact. I've had girls and grown women
and whores and virgins. But I never, in all my days,
ever sank my cock into anything as soft and as slick
and as hot and as tight as Cookie's incredible pussy.
As I lay there, and felt her draw her knees up so that
her silken thighs were against my hips, and felt my
hard cock baking in her inner tightness, and felt the
firmness of her pubic bone pressing up against mine, I
almost shot my load into her, right then and there.
"How does it feel, Jack?" Sharky asked, excitedly.
I slowly lifted my face from Cookie's sweet, sandy hair
and looked over at him.
Sharky was standing by the side of the bed. He was
totally naked now. His body was a mass of muscle and
scar and kinky, rust colored hair.
Clutched firmly, in his large hand, was a hardened cock
that made mine look like a stubby pencil. He was
jacking it slowly as he peered eagerly back at me and
my sister, joined in sexual union on the bed.
"It feels okay," I said.
I looked down at Cookie, as her head reposed on the
pillow. Her eyes were softly closed and her pretty face
held a look of angelic contentment.
I reached up and brushed the blond bangs back from her
forehead.
"Fuck her, Jack. Fuck your sister's pussy now."
I placed my cheek back at the side of her face and,
gripping her tightly at her slim sides to gather her to
me, I eased my ass back, withdrawing my cock. I could
feel the sublime, slickened friction, of her tight
internal passage, as I changed my direction and pushed
firmly forward and then I pulled back and then pushed
in and then back and then in and then back and then in,
fucking my sister at a slow, easy pace and trying not
to cum too soon.
Cookie placed her hands at my sides and pressed the
warm cheek of her face firmly to mine and began to pant
in my ear as I fucked her.
I felt her lower body start to move under me, thrusting
her pussy up to take in my cock on each, thrilling,
downward stroke.
Cookie was fucking me back!
"Good," Sharky said. "That looks real good, kids. Fuck
each other. Yeah! Fuck her! Fuck your sister, Jack!"
I began to increase my thrusting movements, pushing in
as deep as I could on each forward thrust and Cookie,
beneath me, picked up her pace and stayed with me,
grunting and moaning each time my cock-head pushed deep
into her belly.
I held her more tightly now, gasping down into the
pillow as I reeled from the thrill and fucked faster
into the warm, curvy, writhing body below me. I could
feel the points of her hard nipples, pressing against
my heaving chest.
Cookie's little, breathless voice whispered, right into
my ear now, "Ooh, Jackie. Ooh. Ooh. Yes."
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
"Move your ass, Jack," Sharky barked. "Fuck your cock
into her! Fuck that sweet pussy, Jack! Fuck your
sister's pussy with that big cock of yours!"
Cookie gripped my shoulders tightly, scratching me with
her short nails, as I increased my tempo and thrust and
thrust and thrust my excited cock, deep into her curvy,
little body again and again and again. No matter how
much faster I went, or how hard I pushed, Cookie worked
her pussy up to meet me, thrust for thrust for thrust.
"Do it, Jack! Do it to her!"
I could feel her, using her strong legs now to angle
her lower body higher, lifting us both from the bed and
changing the degree of my penetration as she continued
to grind her pussy up and against my quickly pistoning
shaft.
My God, I thought, as I felt my prodding cock going
even deeper into her body, my baby sister could FUCK!
I was so far into Cookie now, and fucking her with such
force, that I could actually feel the end of my cock,
pressing into the back of her womb, on every inward
thrust.
I didn't know a boy's cock could go that far into a
girl!
Suddenly she cried out and her lower body lurched up at
me and locked and she put her hot mouth to my shoulder
and bit me as hard as she could.
In sudden, sharp pain (and yet still driven by the
force of the pleasure) I continued to pump and thrust
and fuck into her tightly knotted body. Cookie's hot,
little pussy seemed to grasp and grip my thrusting cock
even tighter as the breath whistled past her clenching
teeth and she squealed loudly and gripped and scratched
at my upper arms.
Just as the pain was about to overcome me, her teeth
let go and she went limp, all of a sudden, her body
dropping back to the bed as if she had just lost all
consciousness.
Suddenly worried, I stopped fucking her and lifted my
head to look at her face.
It was a deep, bluish-red and covered with shining
sweat. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open and
she was panting quickly and loudly.
"Cookie!" I urgently called down to her.
She closed her mouth and swallowed, trying to catch her
breath, as she lay beneath me with her eyes closed and
her chest heaving. My concern seemed to triple as I
raised my upper body from her, giving her some room and
waiting for her to respond to me.
Then I saw her blue eyes softly flutter open and she
looked up, for a moment, and smiled.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
She reached up and grabbed my ear and pulled it to her
mouth and in a low whisper, she said, "You made me cum,
Jackie." And then she teasingly added, "You bastard."
"What's going on?" Sharky yelled. "Why'd you stop? What
did she say to you?"
I looked over at him. He was still holding his massive
cock in his hand. His red, hairy balls hung limply
between his muscled legs.
"She says it's getting sore, Sharky," I told him. "I
think we're done now."
Sharky's eyes went wide. "Done now?" he yelled.
"Yeah," I said. "We did it. We fucked for you. That's
it. We're done now. My sister's getting sore."
Sharky shook his head. "You're done when I TELL you
you're done," he said with rising agitation.
Maybe it was the effects of the beer or the pot or the
sex but I was becoming irritated with his constant
bullying. I decided to call his bluff and challenge his
authoritarian attitude. "Well," I said, "when's that?"
Sharky looked perplexed as he stared back at me. As if
he hadn't considered the answer himself. "When you cum
in her," he finally said.
"You want me to cum in her?"
"Yeah."
"THEN we'll be done and we can go?"
Sharky smiled. "Yeah. Then you can go."
"Well," I said, raising my upper body off my warm
sister and holding myself up on my arms with my hard
cock still buried deep in her hot belly, "I don't think
I CAN cum."
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
"What?"
"Yeah. All this worry about my dad and Trooper and Glen
is on my mind and it's keeping me from concentrating on
fucking."
"So?"
"Well, why don't you do what you said you'd do? Make
that call and get them released. Then I can get back to
fucking and get a nut off, in Cookie, for you."
Sharky just stared for a minute, mulling the situation
over in his mind. I watched as he let go of his cock
and then formed both of his hands into fists. His ruddy
face seemed to become redder and redder.
I had gambled on his losing his resolve and giving in.
Maybe I had lost...
"Alright," he suddenly barked and then he turned and
walked to the phone on the dresser.
I twisted my upper body around so I could look behind
me and watch him as he picked up the receiver and
dialed.
"Mueller?" he said. "This is Sharky. Listen. There's
some papers in my top desk drawer. The middle one.
Yeah. I forgot to take care of them before I left
today. They're release forms for Trooper, Cutter and
Wolodkowicz. Yeah, the three from the carnival. No,
Slater and Phelps aren't pressing charges. Yeah,
Mueller. Just let them go! Alright."
He hung up the receiver and turned back to me. "There,"
he said, "they're free now. Can we get back to it?"
I looked back down at Cookie. Her eyes were closed
again. I could feel her stomach as it rose and fell,
against mine, with her steady breathing. My cock,
inside of her pussy, was still hard and throbbing.
"Do I HAVE to cum in her?" I asked.
Sharky walked quickly to the side of the bed. "Yeah!"
he shouted, "That was our agreement!"
"It's alright," Cookie said, in a calm voice, below me.
"Mom put me on the pill, last year, when she found out
about me and Mike."
I looked over at Sharky. "Then we can go, right?"
He smiled. "Yeah. Then you go."
I lay myself back on top of her, feeling the heat and
the softness of her body warming my stomach and chest
as held my head above her and looked into her pretty,
tranquil face.
"Alright," I said and I started to slowly churn my cock
into her again.
"Good," Sharky said as he watched my ass working my
cock in Cookie. "That's good, Jack. Fuck her. Tighten
your ass muscles as you put it to her, Jack. Really
sink that thing in there. Yes. That's the way!"
Cookie's pussy was still tight and gripped my cock as I
thrust it in and back and felt my thighs and loins
press between her soft, parted legs and against her
firm pubic bone. It felt so good and so compelling and
yet I wondered, as I fucked and looked down at her, if
I really COULD do it. If I could have an orgasm with
her.
I mean, this was really screwing with my head.
"Come on, Jack," Sharky was saying. "Do it, boy!"
Could I lie to him? Just TELL him that I cum?
"Fuck her, Jack! Cum in her! I want to see it, Jack. I
want to see your cum dripping from her pussy!"
I guess not.
Resigned to my fate, I closed my eyes and began to fuck
Cookie faster, trying to summon that familiar feeling
of impending climax. But, as good as fucking her felt.
It wasn't enough. I knew it was my sister that I was
screwing and, something about this situation was
causing me a block.
"Come on, Jack! Are you close?"
I looked over at Sharky, urgently jacking his cock. I
guess the sick bastard was trying to time his orgasm
with mine.
I shook my head.
"Dammit, Jack!" he yelled. "Concentrate!"
"It's not easy," I said, stopping my motion on her.
"Shit!" Cookie suddenly called out, from beneath me,
and I looked down into her pretty, but determined,
face. "I'll get your ass off," she said, "if that's
what it takes to get us out of here..."
I could feel her thighs spread further apart and she
grasped my ass, pulling me deeper into her as, at the
same time, she pressed her pussy up at me, and used her
internal muscles to tighten her vagina's grip on my
cock.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
"Come here," she ordered. And she put her other hand to
the back of my head and then she pulled my face down to
hers.
Cookie closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine,
thrusting her tongue into my mouth and sucking and
licking and churning her pretty face at me, giving me
the nastiest, sexiest kiss I had ever received in my
life. At the same time, she began to work her lower
body and fuck her pussy up, under me, from the bed.
It worked. I had no control over it as I could feel my
cock go harder, inside of her, and become longer,
pressing to the entrance of that hot chamber within her
tight little stomach again.
I moaned and began to return her sensual, compelling
kiss as I started to thrust and pump and fuck my cock
into her with a quickly building tempo. She put her
hands on my chest muscles now and squeezed, softly
digging her nails in my flesh.
"Yeah, Jack," Sharky said excitedly. "Do it in her!"
Then I felt a strong rush and an electric surge and I
screamed into my sister's sweet, licking mouth as my
cock suddenly lurched forward and began to spew gush
after gush of my hot sperm deep into Cookie's tightly
gripping, churning belly.
As soon as my intense orgasm ebbed, she broke off our
kiss, turned her face to Sharky and said, "There! He
came in me! Are you happy now?"
"Yes!" Sharky screamed out and I turned my face to look
at him too.
He was standing there, with his eyes closed and his
hairy legs bowed, jacking frantically on his huge cock
as thick globs of milky cum shot, slowly and weakly,
from its bulbous tip and impacted, in loud consecutive
drips, on the carpet.
"Eeeyuuuuu!" Cookie said, in revulsion, turning her
head away on the pillow for a moment, and then she sat
up, using her arms and legs to push me off of her.
I scampered from the bed, my shrinking cock wet with
the sticky mixture of both mine and my sister's sexual
fluids.
"God!" Cookie said, as she turned to Sharky, "you are
one, sick person!"
Sharky, his face flushed from his orgasm, looked back
at her. His eyes blazed and then he pointed at her and
said, "Listen, you..."
Cookie got up on her knees now, pulling her skirt down
over her thighs. "No," she shot back at him, thrusting
her upper body in his direction, "YOU listen..!"
Sharky closed his mouth and just stood there.
"We're DONE here now! We did what we said we'd do---
what we HAD to do-- and we're getting dressed and
getting out of here right now! We're done with you!"
"Look kid," Sharky snapped back. "I'm not finished yet.
I want to see his cum dripping out of you! I want to
see your own brother's sperm oozing out of your pretty
little snatch. The evidence of the dirty "deed" that
you and your brother did."
Cookie placed her fists at her hips and her pretty face
glowered at him. "We didn't do ANYTHING, mister. Except
what we HAD to do or what we was FORCED to do. I don't
know what all this was about," she loudly stated, "or
what it did for you (other than getting you off) but
let me tell you something... I'm not showing you
anything! I'm through tossing the privacy of my body
and my morals out the window for tonight!"
"Morals?" Sharky bellowed. "What morals? You're a carny
girl for Christ's sake!"
"Yes I am!" Cookie said, jumping off the bed and
bending to snatch her blouse from the floor. "And I've
been with the carnival since I was little. And I'm
proud of myself, mister. And I'm proud of our carnival
and of my friends and my family and my big brother!
You're wrong about us. We DO have morals, mister. We
don't cheat people. We bring people fun and happiness
and good times. They seek us out and come to us
willingly. We don't slink around in the dark and try to
force people to do things that we think are sick and
dirty."
Cookie pulled Gina's blouse on and buttoned it,
covering her firm, flushed breasts, and Sharky stood
there and watched her, his face becoming so beet-red
with anger that it made his hair look pale.
Then she stooped and grabbed my shirt and pants and
boots and tossed them to me and she turned back to
Sharky and said, "And another thing... Don't even THINK
that this power trip of yours is going to have any
effect on me or my brother. What you made us do isn't
going to change us, or the way that we care about each
other, one little bit!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Cookie turned her back to him and stepped to the door
and opened it. "Come on, Jackie!" she said. "You're
taking me to the God damn White Castle!" and then she
walked briskly out, leaving the door wide open.
Nervously, I put on my pants and shirt and pulled on my
boots, keeping my eyes on Sharky as he stared at the
open door.
Then I turned and started to walk out after her.
"Hold it!" Sharky barked and I froze, watching him as
he went quickly to the gym bag and bent to unzip it.
"I got a score to settle with you," he said, reaching
into the canvas bag.
I closed my eyes and waited.
"Well?" he said.
Not wanting to open my eyes, I swallowed hard, and then
looked at him. He was standing there in front of me,
totally ugly and naked, with his big dick hanging
flaccid between his hairy thighs, and holding a large
wad of money in his hand.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's the five hundred bucks, kid. The money! Remember?
Our agreement? You let me watch you fuck her and I'm
paying up. It was worth it!" Sharky laughed now and
shook his head. "That sister of yours! Jeez! She's a
hot little cunt! She was WORTH the five hundred bucks!"
I looked at the money in his hand. The money I had
wished for and needed. The money to set me up for a
real good time, with my friends, in Indianapolis, just
like I wanted. The money Sharky was willing to pay for
what he had gotten to see me do with Cookie.
"Keep it," I told him, stepping to the open door.
"She's worth a hell of lot more than that to me."
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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