Whit pulled his mouth from her tit again. "You like it, don't you, Sis?" he asked, his voice gasping and husky. "Don't deny it, Monica – you love it!"
"Yes! Yes!" she cried.
There wasn't any cherry in her asshole. Carla didn't have to hold back, and she didn't. Her tongue drilled deeply into the dark tunnel, writhing and wriggling, pulling back, making the sensitive ring of tissue pulse and suck wildly.
Whit watched, bending over her lap to stare. He could see her open pussy, the slick meat, all pink and quivery. He could even see the ragged hole in her cherry.
He watched Carla's tongue thrust in and out of her lips, the tip sinking into the rubbery, stretched ring of his sister's asshole.
"Christ, am I hot!" he gasped, his prick thrusting and throbbing from his lap. "Carla, hurry up and finish her off and suck my cock again!"
Carla shook her head. Her tongue was imbedded in Monica's tight little asshole. The motion made Monica's hips toss from side to side.
"Then jack me off!" he moaned, squeezing his sister's tit again while he watched her asshole being eaten. Carla was lapping and lapping at it now, her tongue making long, sweeping strokes that rasped softly over Monica's pussy mouth too, stimulating her young, hot body in both places.
But Carla's hands were full of Monica's round asscheeks. Whit moaned and fucked his hips into the air. Then he took his sister's hand and drew it toward his flaming prick.
He wrapped her fingers around the heated stalk before she knew what he was doing. She felt the girth of him, the throbbing of his rampant flesh, and she couldn't stop her hand from squeezing the hard cock.
"You do it, Sis!" he gasped. "Monica – jack my cock off! Ahhh, God, I'm hot!"
"Whit – Whit!" she cried. "Ohhhhhh…"
He was moving her wrist up and down. His prick slid back and forth in the circle of her clutching fingers. She felt his hips strain forward, and her mind spun.
She couldn't believe it. She had her hand wrapped around her brother's hot cock, playing with it, fucking the stiff shaft with it, bringing him to orgasm. She hadn't even done that with Burke.
"Ahhhhhgh!" Whit groaned, straining, trying to come. "Faster! More! Ohhhhh, shit, you're not doing it right! It isn't going to work! God, I've got to fuck!"
He gasped and moaned. Then he made a sudden move. It was quick and clumsy. He banged his knee against the steering wheel. He bumped his head on the ceiling panel.
But he managed to reposition himself anyway, and Monica couldn't do anything about it but gasp and whimper.
Her eyes popped from her head. She couldn't believe what he was doing. But his leg swung over her body in the cramped confines, and he twisted himself around until he was facing her.
Until his throbbing, stretching prick was facing her!
"Suck it, Sis!" he groaned wildly. "Suck my cock!"
"Whi-i-i-t!" she cried, a drawn out, shaky sound of terror and lust and shame all rolled into one tremulous wail.
"You just watched her do it! You can do it! Monica – your brother… you can do it for your brother!"
He had one hand on the back of the seat. He held his prick with the other one, lowering his hips toward her face, feeding the stiff, dripping shaft toward her lips.
The head smeared over them. The touch was heady and thrilling and debasing all at once. Slippery oil coated her lips suddenly, and she licked out with the tip of her tongue.
Flavor burst through her senses – the taste of hot cock. Her passion soared. But she turned her head to the side and moaned loudly, bucking upward just as Carla's finger speared into her wet, open asshole.
"Suck it, Sis!" Whit cried again, his hand sliding up and down his prick, jacking himself as he tried to fuck her mouth with it.
He stopped that and put his hand on the top of her head, turning her face toward his throbbing prick. He pushed forward. The glans bumped against her lips again, smearing more seeping oil on them, making her senses spin.
"No, Whit…" she cried, opening her mouth.
She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have talked. The rest of what she'd been going to say was plugged off as his hot cockhead slid between her lips and filled her mouth.
"Mmmmm! Nnnn!" she squeaked.
Something happened to her. Maybe it was the way Carla's finger was twisting and writhing deeply into her asshole or the way her lips sucked and pulled at her flaming clit while she did it. Maybe it was because she was so hot she couldn't even think any more.
Or maybe it was the taste and feel of hot cock in her mouth. She didn't know. Right then, she didn't care. Oil seeped from the big eye and spread over her tongue and into the back of her throat.
Flavor filled her senses. The sensation of bumps and veins on the bottom of his shaft rippling over her soft lips drove her out of her mind.