Another senior stood next to him in the shadow thrown by the stage, shallow breaths coming from him as he rubbed the front of his pants. She beckoned him closer, shifting to her other hip.
Next to her, Stacey was hammering away at a tall guy’s skinny cock like it was a gummed up sauce bottle.
“Pet it like a puppy, Stace. Make him think you love it, not hate it.”
She slowed and softened her strokes. The other two girls looked on rapt, wondering. Eager, but fearful. Carrie smiled at the lot of them, knowing it looked like a sneer. Pretty girls—small-town pretty—with their tight jeans and white tops showing off what assets they had, faces painted and all sass and giggles for show, but when it came push to shove, as clueless as any. Carrie knew they’d get knocked up soon after prom by the first jock that wandered into their lives, but at least they’d know how to suck his cock.
There was applause from the auditorium, then the music kicked up again. This town seemed to love its dancing stocks, though nobody here was really that good. She was, and she knew it. Her parents knew it, too, and they thought they were doing her a favor by putting her in the dance school. These monthly meets were a chance for all the seniors and college kids to gather behind the stage, out of sight of all the folks—she’d been told it was a make-out spot, but now it was so much more.
The second guy dropped his pants in front of her to reveal a nice thick cock, well on its way to hard. She took it gently in hand, smeared the bead of precum over the head.
She looked at the other girls, gazing at her now as she coaxed the penis to full stretch, and kissed down the shaft. She gave Stacey puppy eyes, and the girl blushed and turned her attention back to the cock in her hand. Pretty girl, yeah, but no adventure there.
Look at all the guys, she thought, lining up. She wasn’t a slut—no matter what some people might say. She wasn’t even an exhibitionist, really. But she did love to get the boys off. Maybe it was a power thing—hell, she couldn’t deny a feeling of satisfaction knowing these other girls looked on her with awe and envy.
Maybe power. But she did love the feel of their cocks in her hand, swelling then spurting, hips bucking uncontrollably…even the taste wasn’t so bad once you got used to it. But that was only for the nice boys.
They’d moved to this dump-ass town almost four months ago. Not easy to make friends when all the circles were already tight-knit, but she had life behind her, and now she had the popular girls at her beck and call what with a little bit of knowledge about what the boys really like. It’d been harder for Mark, she knew, but they were old enough now she didn’t have to feel like she needed to look after him. She’d seen him hanging out with those skater boys from the other town.
She smiled as the guy put his hand softly on her hair. She took his cock deeper, pressing him into the back of her throat, fighting back the gag. He groaned.
There was a squeal of excitement, and she drew away and turned her head to see Stacey smiling, with cum dribbling down her fingers.
Carrie stroked the wet cock before her and looked up into his face. He stared down at her blankly. Damn it, probably a year older than her—Mark’s age? Seventeen at least, and never had his cock sucked.
She popped the head in her mouth and gave it a soft bite. The least she could do was make it memorable.
***
He remembered when they were younger they’d do everything together. They were thick as thieves. They almost had their own code they spoke in to hide stuff from their parents.
Well, they had to grow up eventually.
Maybe it was moving around all the time that made it all seem to happen faster.
“Yellow skirt,” Damo said.
“Damn, I’d tap that.”
Mark had watched with them as she made her way confidently behind the stage with the other girls, and he’d since seen a couple of the local seniors come out, all smiling and excited.
He wasn’t really into what these other guys were—skating and smoking was the main of it—but he’d learned enough about just about everything over the years to talk his way into favor. Times he had to fight his way out, but he’d learned that, too.
He had to agree with them on this, though, the girl was fucking pretty. If it was anyone but Carrie he’d have been hounding her through town. When he jerked off at night she’d be…well, she was, but that was only once or twice. He’d quickly learned the other girls weren’t interested in boys that didn’t have cars and money.
When did that happen?
But damn, Carrie had grown up. Nobody in town knew they were brother and sister, which was cool with him. It was interesting to see how people reacted to her. A couple of times they’d been hanging out and she’d pass them, with her friends or alone, and the guys would comment—talk about her ass and her legs, her golden brown hair, her nice titties that seemed to have popped into being without his noticing.
When did that happen?
He’d had no problem sharing with the guys what he’d do to her…a slight pang of guilt at the knowledge it was his sister, but then, it was only pretend.
Only now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. About those lovely legs, and the shadows her skirts made. He couldn’t stop wondering about the secrets in those shadows. And he imagined grabbing her tits in his hands, squeezing.
“I’m gonna fuck that chick,” Steve said.
“You ain’t getting near it,” Damo said.
A couple more local guys, shit, college jocks these ones, were creeping round back of the stage as a song finished. Mark watched them whispering and laughing to each other, cajoling some courage into each other.
The music picked up, some shitty ballet. This was the stuff Carrie danced, when she wasn’t busy gifting handjobs to the bumpkins.
“Let’s go then,” he said.
The guys looked at him.
“Well, are you all talk? Stay here if you want, I’m gonna get some of that ass.”
He stood and walked towards the darkness behind the stage. He heard the other guys fall in behind him.
***
His hand was firm now on the back of her head. He wanted to cum so badly, but she was enjoying drawing out his need. The girls were taking turns sucking and licking at another guy’s dick—the brother of another friend, from what she gathered, and they were giggling away.
Carrie felt herself getting hot, and she slipped a hand beneath her skirt. Her finger found a warm damp patch at her crotch, and she moaned quietly at the jolt of pleasure she gave herself. The guy above her moaned, too, and she turned her focus back to him.
Her tongue flickered out and licked along the bottom of his shaft, then up over the head. She took him deep, felt him filling her mouth and throat, then pulled away slightly. She looked up and saw him looking at the others—probably at the pretty girls. Enough, then, she thought. She tightened her lips and make a slight sucking pressure as she pumped with her fist. He was focusing all on her, now. She pounded away, and then he seemed to cum all in a rush, spattering in her mouth like hot needles. She swallowed what she could before he pulled away, leaving a small salty trail in her mouth. Kind of sweet.
She leaned over to spit on the grass, and she shifted to her knees. When she looked up there was another thick cock thrust in her face. It hovered there, pulsing.
She began looking up, then she felt her head pulled forwards, and the cock made contact with her lips.
“Well,” she said, and opened her mouth to let the hot organ in.
As she ran her tongue over the head and shaped her lips about the shaft, she felt the press of the hands letting up. She relaxed and let the boy’s cock in further.
He groaned. Something about that groan…
She looked up...to see the face of her brother. She paused, and was about to push him away, when she felt his hands again, pressing her down on his hard, thick cock.
“You lot,” Mark said. “Fuck off.”
The other guys getting serviced by the girls fled, whining. Carrie stretched to make eye contact with Stacey, who looked ready to run, but held firm—good girl—the other two hovering close behind her. Three other guys, the ones Mark hung out with from the town over, started talking to the girls.
Carrie’s eyes searched Mark’s face, faint in the shadow. Beneath his cruel smile she saw a hint of amusement, that subtle look he had when they shared a secret from mom and dad.
She couldn’t help but smile back. And there was a thrill of real excitement, danger almost, in her stomach.
Carrie realized she was still stroking the wet patch at her panties—and wasn’t it wet now.
“Hey guys,” said Mark. “I think she likes it.”
***
Those sweet pink lips that used to whisper secrets in his ear looked so pretty as they slid up and down the meat of his cock. She gazed up into his eyes the whole time—all the innocence of her returned, and he couldn’t help but reach down to stroke her cheek. She seemed to respond, her eyes fluttering and her tongue playing hotly on the underside of his cock.
She was beautiful, and he wanted to tell her. Nearby, the guys had surrounded the blond girl. Damo had his cock out, at half mast, encouraging her to play with it. The others were mostly looking at Carrie, sucking hard on Mark’s cock with a hand beneath her skirt.
Mark cupped his hands around Carrie’s head, and she groaned in pleasure. He grabbed handfuls of her hair, and pressed her firmly but tenderly down on his cock. She pulled away and took a gasping breath. She seemed about to say something, but just opened up and went down on his cock once more.
He took Carrie by the shoulders and pulled her forward onto all fours. Her hand came from between her legs to support herself, and she grunted with surprise. Mark dropped to his knees and inserted himself between her lips. She looked at him, wondering, but still didn’t question.
He stroked her back and lifted her shirt to reveal creamy pale skin beneath. He stroked about her waist and the faint heaviness of her stomach underneath. He pulled the shirt higher, up under her arms, then began to release the clasp of her bra.
“Unh-unh,” came the muffled voice beneath him as Carrie shook her head, worried now.
“What are you going to do,” Mark said, “tell your mom?”
The guys chuckled, and Carrie’s brow drew down. Soon, though, with her watchful eyes still on his, she began slowly to move her lips over his shaft again.
He undid the last hook, and reached underneath to pull the cups from Carrie’s breasts.
One of the guys breathed a noise as they watched. Damo’s cock was hard in the blond girl’s hand now, but even he was watching as Mark reached down to caress Carrie’s soft, heavy breasts.
He touched her hard nipples, weighed her tits in his hands, and massaged the delicious flesh. They hung there like the ripest fruits, ready for picking. He squeezed them firmly, enjoying the feel of her, and Carrie replied by pressing her teeth softly beneath the head of his cock.
