Deke sighed. "The marker's too small to be seen unless you know it's there. And there's no way anybody can watch the island from a boat without our seeing the boat first – that's why I chose that particular island. The only way they can watch it is with a helicopter, and we'll surely see that. Relax, Emmett. Amuse yourself with fucking an unconscious girl again."
He turned away. Emmett sat up quickly. "I hear a boat!" he grunted.
The cabin became still. Monica moved her head. She could just hear the buzz of an engine. She looked farther around and saw Whit. He was still fled in the chair. Carla was fucking him, posting up and down on his prick.
"You weren't such a bad fucker after all, honey," she said breathily. "I'm going to miss you, you know that? Ohhhhh, come on, Whit – let it go. Squirt up into my pussy! Ohhhh, I'm going to come, honey! Watch – watch me masturbate while you're fucking me, and then you'll come in me!" She reached down and fingered her pussy and his imbedded root.
"Carla – shut up!" Deke said sharply.
The buzz grew louder. Harry looked through the window. "There it is – over there," he said, pointing.
Deke went up beside him. They watched for a long moment, saying nothing. The buzz grew to a maximum and then began to fade. Deke turned away from the window.
"Just some kid in a boat," he said.
Carla stopped holding her breath and let it explode from her mouth. "Ahhhhhh!" she cried, her ass churning over Whit's prick. "God, oh God – that was wild! Having to hold it like that! Ahhhhhgh!"
Her orgasm ripped through her. She didn't stop moving. She fucked her wet pussy up and down Whit's prick until he turned his head to the side and gritted his teeth and couldn't stop the climax she drew from him.
"Oh, Christ!" he shouted, as if disgusted with himself for giving in. But then she always could make him come.
She rose from his lap on wobbly legs, stretching her lithe body sensually. "Ohhhhh, I just love all this fucking, Deke," she said, going up to him and kissing him fully. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Enjoy yourself, honey," he said. "They won't be here much longer."
She cupped her brother's crotch fondly and squeezed the meat there. "Emmett's right, sweetie," she said. "You ought to slip your prick up her pussy and give her a good one while she's here. It's a nice pussy – real sweet and slippery. I won't mind at all, honey. Why should I mind? I've fucked her brother enough. It wouldn't be fair if you thought you shouldn't fuck her."
"I like them alive and willing," he said.
"I'll wake her up, then. I know how to wake her up. Come on, sweetie. You need a change from your little sister."
"He can fuck me, Carla," Wendy piped up, snapping her gum. "How about it, Deke? Wanna fuck my hot hole?" She held her pussy lips open with her fingertips and made her pink bullseye spasm with contractions of her pussy muscle.
Deke turned away from the sight, trying hard not to shudder. He looked at his sister, who was holding back a giggle. "Maybe you're right," he said. "I'll get you later, Wendy," he smiled, giving her a wink.
He and Carla moved over toward Monica. "What a slobby dog," she heard Deke whisper.
They crouched beside her. "Hang on, sweetie," Carla whispered back. "This is the last we'll ever see of them. You can suffer through it a little while longer."
Deke sucked his teeth. "I don't know. I wish there were some way the two of us could get away and check that island."
"You know they won't let us do that. They don't trust us either, you know. We'll just have to do it by the plan – you and Harry do the checking, while Emmett and Wendy and I stay here. We'll try to get it all, but if we can't, it's still lots of money, sweetie."
"Are you sure the gun's missing?"
Carla sighed and nodded silently.
"It's Harry. He's got it. Emmett's too dumb to think there's anything more powerful than his muscles. We're going to have to search Harry some before I get in that boat with him."
"I'll do it, Deke. I'll stall him."
"How?" He looked at her tensely. "No!" he whispered. "I won't let him fuck you! Neither one of them! I don't want either one of them touching you!"
"Honey, it doesn't matter – it's just another prick. You haven't cared about Whit, have you?"
"It's different! Whit's… he's civilized!"
"That's the way we're going to do it, Deke," Carla said firmly. "I'll stall him, and you check the boat. Come on, sweetie – it's just once, that's all. He won't ruin me for you. I'll still love you. I'll still have the same hot, sweet pussy for your wonderful prick. Honey, be reasonable."