The curtain was half drawn over the glass doors. His bathroom light was on. She peered inside carefully and then jumped back, getting the shock of her life.
Whit had a girl in there!
They came out of the bathroom together, both stark naked. The girl had long blond hair. Her tits were pointed and jiggly, with pink nipples at the ends.
Whit was drying her back with a towel, following her into the bedroom. She giggled again, stopping, leaning her head back against his shoulder as Whit rubbed the towel over her pert, round asscheeks again and again.
"I think my butt's good and dry, honey," she said laughingly. "But my pussy's still wet. Ooooo, it's just all wet, Whit, honey."
He laughed with her. He dropped the towel. His hands came round and cupped her pointed tits. He rolled them on her chest, stroking them with his fingers, tweaking her nipples gently until she gasped heatedly.
"It's gonna get even wetter, baby – just as soon as I shoot my big load up it. Then it's gonna be soaked!"
"Oh, you talk naughty, Whit," she chided. "You keep talking dirty like that, and I'm going to leave, and then you'll just have to jack off."
His hands swept down her flat tummy to her golden-furred mound, and his fingers slid over her pussy lips and into the slippery gap. She spread her thighs and helped him, and Monica watched her brother's stiff finger slip right up the girl's cunt hole.
"Ohhhhhh, Whit…" she gasped, her hips beginning to circle.
"You're not gonna leave, Carla," he said huskily. "You like my finger fucking in and out of your sweet pussy too much. You're gonna like my hard cock even better. Besides, you know I have to let you out of this place. It's like breaking out of a fucking prison, unless you know how to do it."
"Do you really have electric eyes and all that stuff, honey."
"The whole works, baby. Even three big black dogs prowling around in the yard."
"Oh, you do not!"
"Sure, we do," he grinned. "Come on over here, and I'll show you."
He walked her toward the French doors. Monica's heart pounded, and she looked around wildly for a way to escape. She didn't know about any dogs, but after overhearing Chester and her grandfather, she wouldn't be surprised if they were down there.
It didn't matter if they were. Whit and Carla were nearly to the doors. Monica flattened herself against the wall. The door swung open and bumped against her thrusting tits. Only the thin curtain over the glass hid her. They stepped onto the balcony and looked at the beach, and she could hear the wet suck of her brother's finger as it swirled around in Carla's pussy.
"See the dogs? There goes one!"
"Oh, there's no dog. Hey, if there's a dog down there, bring him up, and I'll show you something really wild!"
Whit gasped. His finger stopped its deep swirling. Monica could just see his stiff cock through the gauzy curtain. It throbbed up against the bottom of her crotch and became imbedded in the deep crack of Carla's ass.
"My God!" he gasped. "You wouldn't!"
"Wanna bet?" she giggled. "Mmmmmmm, baby, after you get through working me up with that finger of yours, I'd fuck anything!"
She whirled around in his arms suddenly and plastered her soft body against his, flinging her arms around his neck, kissing him, nipping at his lips with her white teeth.
"Ohhhh, honey – fuck me! God, don't make me get any hotter! Give me that big wonderful prick of yours! Now!"
Whit gasped and clamped his hands around her tight buttocks. He lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles behind his back.
Her pussy split wide open. Monica could see the pink meat, the puffy lips, the gleam of wetness from her slippery juice as it caught the light from the bedroom.
She stared through the thin weave of the curtain and couldn't believe she was invisible behind it. Yet, she knew the whiteness made a blank screen in front of her dark clothing. Besides, Carla's eyes weren't open. She closed them as she flexed the trim thighs and lifted her pussy back.
Whit's stiff prick jerked upward. The head centered right into the fleshy gap and jerked at her vaginal mouth, making another wet suck in her oiled tissues.
He growled softly. Carla inched her hips forward. Monica watched the head of her brother's prick spread the satiny pussy meat and slip slowly and teasingly inside the pink hole.
"Ahhhhhhh, good! Good!" Carla cried softly. "Fuck it up me! Ohhh, fuck that wonderful cock up my cunt and make me come!"
Monica watched it happen. She held her breath. Her tit tips brushed sensitively against the soft fabric of her pullover. She felt her own pussy lips bloat quickly inside the stretch pants, and she knew it was pouring forth her sweet, virginal juices.