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It had already been a long night when the owner walked in. I rolled my eyes. That was all I needed to make the night complete, a visit from him and his snotty daughter.
It was a slow night, and I was left to run the go-karts with Webb, the new guy, who was about as smart as a brick.
The slow night was good, though. It gave me time to catch up on my work. I had about half a dozen karts that needed work. Most of them just needed some minor engine work. The last thing I needed was to have Ramona, the boss’s daughter, hanging around, bugging me when I had to get my work done.
I was in the shop with my work gloves and one of the karts on the work bench. Webb was at the starting gate, where all the unused karts were lined up. There was only one kid riding a kart, and he was going around and around. I told Webb to just let him keep going. What the hell.
Besides, his Mom was standing by the fence where I could see her, and she was hot in a pair of tight blue shorts and a t-shirt that looked like it was a size too small. I didn’t mind looking at her boobs in that tight shirt, so her kid could ride as long as he wanted.
Ellie was the manager, and wherever she was, I didn’t care, as long as she wasn’t bossing me around. That was when Mr. Rodriguez got there, with his daughter Ramona right behind him.
“Good evening Dorsey. Looks like a slow night,” he said.
“Yes sir, pretty slow,” I said.
He stood in the doorway of the shop, which was at the back of the same building with the offices and the ticket booth, and next to the track. He stayed there with his hands in his pockets, like he was afraid to enter my greasy domain and get his hands dirty. Ramona stood behind him and peeked around his shoulder, like she was using him as a shield.
“You got a few karts down,” he said, as if I couldn’t see that for myself.
“Yes sir,” I said.
I put my wrench in the tool box and picked up the pliers.
“Good. Good work. Keep up the good work,” he said, and walked off.
Ramona stayed, watching me from the doorway. The woman at the fence in her tight blue shorts got her son and left. I was sorry to see her go. She at least gave me something to look at while I was working. A group of punk guys came in, and I think I recognized some of them from school.
“Hey Dorsey,” Ramona said.
“Hi Ramona.”
“Whatcha working on?”
“Nothing. Just fixing karts,” I said.
She stepped into the shop and I rolled my eyes, with my back turned to her, of course. I hated having her hover over me while I was trying to do my work. It didn’t hurt, though, that she was cute and dressed like a slut. I just hated having to babysit her when she was only about two years younger than me.
She stood beside me with her hands behind her back.
“So this is what you do?” she said.
“Yep. This is what I do.”
I tried not to look at her too much. She was wearing tight jeans that hung low on her hips, with a wide, studded belt, and a shirt with a collar, and it wasn’t tucked in, so it showed her bellybutton, and the buttons at the top were all unbuttoned, so I could almost see all of her boobs.
I didn’t want her to think I was staring because she would run off and tell her Daddy. I didn’t care if he knew I was gawking at his daughter’s boobs. Hell, she practically hung them out there for everyone to see. I just didn’t want to get fired for it.
“Daddy’s gonna get me a car when I’m old enough to drive. You can fix it for me,” she said.
“Yeah. Sure,” I said, and snorted.
I poured the last of my Coke down my throat, tossed the empty bottle in the box with the other empties, and started toward the door.
“Where you going?” Ramona said.
“I need another Coke.”
I wiped the oil and dirt from my hands and walked up the short hall to the office. The Coke machine was humming, and I couldn’t wait to get a cold, fresh Coke.
The door to Ellie’s office was closed. I paused just a second outside it. The light inside was on. I could see it in the crack under the door. Ramona was right behind me, so I kept walking, and put my change into the Coke machine.
I shook my head. Ramona was smiling at me. She must have had no clue. Was I the only one who knew what they were doing in there? Ramona didn’t surprise me, but could his wife be that dumb?
I opened the Coke and took a long drink, tilting my head back. The burn on cold Coke down the back of my throat felt good.
Ramona was standing by the wall, staring at me with a half smile on her lips. She had a nice body. It was too bad she was so annoying. And she had no idea what her father and Ellie were doing just on the other side of the wall behind her.
“You want a drink?” I said, and held out the bottle.
“Thanks.”
She smiled at me when she took the bottle, almost as if she liked me. She raised the bottle to her lips and took a slow sip.
She tilted her head back, which pushed her chest out, and pulled up the bottom of her shirt. I didn’t mind checking out her body, and I don’t think she minded me looking.
I Escort especially liked the way her tits stretched the front of her shirt. Her hard nipples were sticking out like a pair of buttons on either side of her chest. Her tits swelled up into the open V of her unbuttoned shirt like they were struggling to get out.
She lowered the bottle and I looked away.
“That was good,” she said, and handed the bottle back.
“Yeah.”
I took another drink. Even if the bottle did have some of her saliva on it, I didn’t mind.
“Dorsey? Do you got a girlfriend?” she said.
I shook my head. “No. Not really.”
“Why not?”
“Just too many girls to, uh … go out with,” I said.
That was close. I almost said fuck.
“So you like to kiss girls?”
“Yeah. I like to kiss girls. I like to do more than kiss girls.”
Her eyes got real wide.
“Like what?” she said.
I paused. I could feel a grin starting on my face. This was going to get me in a lot of trouble, but it would be worth it just to see the look on her face.
“I like to fuck girls.”
Ramona gasped and covered her open mouth with her hand. Her pretty eyes got even wider. I was right. It was worth it.
“Really?” she said.
“Really.”
Then she frowned and looked down at her shoes.
“Daddy won’t even let me go out on a date with a boy.”
I nodded and took a drink of my Coke. Could I blame him? There were too many guys out there like me, just looking for a way into her pants.
She looked up again, this time with a curious look in her eyes.
“Dorsey? Do you got a big dick?”
I nearly choked on the Coke, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“What do you know about big dicks, Ramona?”
“My friend, Lisa? She has this magazine that has pictures? You know, of naked guys? I told her the man in the pictures has a donkey dick. I know because my Daddy has one.”
“Have you seen your father’s dick?” I said.
“No. But I heard my Mom telling Mrs. Nova about it. That’s what she called it. A donkey dick.”
I nodded. That would explain how he can get Ellie to bang him every Tuesday and Thursday night.
Talking about big dicks and sex with this hot looking girl was getting me aroused. Had she noticed the bulge growing in the front of my jeans?
“Have you ever seen a real dick?” I said.
“No,” she said.
Her eyes were fixed on me, like she was starting to get a little nervous.
“I have a big dick,” I said.
What in the hell was I doing? I acted pretty calm on the outside, when I took a drink of Coke. On the inside, though, I knew I was just asking for trouble.
“Is it a donkey dick?” she said with a hint of a smile.
“How about if I show it to you and you can decide if it’s a donkey dick?”
My head was spinning. I was going to get fired for sure. I couldn’t believe I had just talked my way into whipping out my dick for little Ramona Rodriguez. Sure, she wasn’t so little any more, but she seemed more than eager to see what I had in my jeans.
I was trying to figure out just where I was going to take her for my little show when the door to Ellie’s office opened. I picked up my Coke and turned away. The swelling bulge in the front of my jeans might not be obvious to Ramona, but if her father saw I had ti when I was taking with his daughter, I would be out of a job.
Ramona straightened up quickly and pulled her shirt down over her exposed belly button, like she was afraid to let her father see her talking to a boy.
Ellie came out of the office right behind him. Her hair was a little mussed up, as if someone had been pulling on it. Mr. Rodriguez rubbed his hands together.
“Everything looks good, Ellie. Keep up the good work,” he said.
“Thank you, Mr. Rodriguez,” she said.
Her cheeks were bright red.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go home,” he said, and held his hand out for Ramona.
She followed him to the door, with a quick smile at me. I smiled back. I decided not to tell her father that his fly was open.
I tried not to look at Ellie. I hated those late night visits from Mr. Rodriguez. After he leaves, she always turns into a monster bitch, like a werewolf on a full moon. The clock by the register said it was almost ten. That was great. I couldn’t wait to get home and get something to eat. I didn’t have to come back until Saturday.
“Dorsey. What are you doing standing around here? Don’t you have work to do?” she said.
I looked at the clock again, took the last drink of my Coke, and turned to her.
“Just cleaning up my shop,” I said.
“Then get to it and stop wasting my time. And tell Webb to get the trash,” she said.
She turned back to her office. Before she went in, I distinctly saw her glance at my crotch, then shut the door.
Webb and I chased the last guys out, and we had to wait while they goofed around. I sent him to empty all the trash cans and went back to the shop to clean up. It was already past ten o’clock.
I finished putting the Escort Bayan tools away and cleaned up, and Webb still hadn’t come around to empty my trash. I let out a big breath. He was probably playing the video games again. I wasn’t waiting for him any more. I was going home and he could stay with Ellie to lock up.
I didn’t have much trash, other than the McDonald’s bag I had for dinner. It was a slow day. I yanked the plastic bag out of the can and dragged it to the back door.
I opened the door and Ellie looked up at me from her knees. She stared at me. She was on her knees in front of Webb. He was leaning back against the railing with his jeans around his ankles and his erection in Ellie’s hand.
“Dorsey, do you mind? We’re busy here,” she said.
“No. I don’t mind. Don’t let me interrupt,” I said.
I threw the bag in the dumpster and turned to go back inside. I stopped.
“Nice cock, Webb,” I said, and shut the door.
* * * *
It was late when I finally got home. I was surprised that Mom and Dad were still out. They usually didn’t stay out that late on a week night. Mary was probably out, too, probably at her friend Tera’s house.
It was nice to have the house quiet for once. I went up to my room and started to get undressed. I needed a shower badly. I had stripped down to just my boxers when I noticed my VCR was on and there was a tape in it. I turned on the tv (computer) and pushed play.
I was reaching for my towel. The video started right away. I had expected something Mary put together, but it was a bit strange. It was just a shot of Mary’s bed. Her room was empty. I took the towel off the hook on the back of my door and was about to head to the bathroom when I heard faint voices on the tape.
Two people moved in front of the camera. One was Mary. The other was a boy, about her age. She was telling him something, but their voices were muffled and I couldn’t hear what she said. She was holding his hand and led him to the end of her bed. It was Jordan, one of her friends from school. They had been hanging out together since they were little kids. What was she doing with him in her room?
“Mary, what are we doing?” he said.
I heard that clearly.
“Just stand right here,” Mary said.
She positioned him at the end of the bed and kept looking in the direction of the camera. I was confused, until I realized she must have had it hidden.
“Come on, Mary. Let’s go back to my house and get some ice cream,” Jordan said.
She turned him sideways to the camera and sat on the end of her bed, right in front of him. I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but my penis stirred in my shorts like it had an idea of what was coming.
She reached for his zipper.
“Mary? What are you doing?” he said, and pushed her hands away.
“Just wait and find out.”
She opened his jeans and let them fall to the floor at his ankles. He was wearing white cotton briefs. She pulled those down as well.
He had a short, cute penis, maybe three inches long. Mary touched it and it got hard in a hurry, standing straight out from his body like the pencil he used in school.
He was bent over slightly, staring down at her with his mouth open. They were real quiet. I was quiet, too. It was odd watching my baby sister rub a young kid’s dick. My dick, though, didn’t mind at all. It got hard and stretched the front of my boxers.
When she put his dick in her mouth, the kid gasped. I think I gasped, too. That was the last thing I expected. Why would she go to so much trouble to make a video just for me? It took only a second, while I watched her move her head back and forth, to come up with the answer on my own.
It took Jordan only a second as well, but it wasn’t an answer to his own question that he came up with. It was the surprise that he had for Mary.
From her reaction, I don’t think she saw it coming, at least not that quickly. She was able to slide his entire dick into her mouth. It was on one of these motions, when the tip of her nose was touching his stomach, that he grunted and his hips bucked forward.
She pulled her head away quickly. A glob of cum fell from her lips. She turned away and coughed, spitting up more cum. I shook my head. How much more of his stuff had gone right down her throat?
I had seen enough. My cock was rock hard. If Mary was anywhere in the house, I was going to … Hell, I didn’t know what, but it was going to be good. And if her friend Tera was there, then she’d just get to watch the whole thing.
I opened the door to Mary’s room, without knocking. She was there, alone in her bed, under the blanket. She jumped and stared at me with wide eyes. I didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything I needed to say. She knew why I was there. It was why she made that tape. It was my invitation.
She was watching another tape. I didn’t notice it at first, until I walked into her room. It made me stop in my tracks.
I was a little shocked. It was me on that tape. That alone wouldn’t have surprised me. Mary had shot lots of Bayan Escort tapes of me by myself or with one of the girls in my room. What surprised me was that it was a video of me with Bridget that time a couple of weeks ago when I was fucking her ass behind the Dairy Queen with all those people out in front. I was sure we were in a place where no one could see us, but Mary had us on tape, right there.
I looked at her and she grinned. I had no idea my little sister was so resourceful. She must have followed us. I grinned back.
It was a good tape. My cock looked huge in Bridget’s ass, which of course it was. I don’t know how she could take it when it must have hurt so much. She was moaning, though, and I remember the way she pushed her ass back and kept telling me to fuck her harder.
Mary had the blanket pulled up to her neck. I grabbed the end and yanked it all the way off the bed. She was naked, except for her pink cotton panties. Her legs were spread and she had one hand in her panties. Her fingers were rubbing back and forth. I pulled her hand out of her panties.
“Let me finish that for you,” I said.
I pulled her panties all the way down her legs and tossed them across the room. She suddenly got modest and closed her legs and covered her breasts with her arms. I wasn’t going to let that stop me, not after the invitation she gave me, not with my rock hard cock sticking out the leg of my boxers.
I pried her knees apart. She did not resist. Her nervous eyes flitted from my eyes to my hands to my cock over and over, as if she wasn’t sure what to look at.
I touched her soft, warm pussy in place of her fingers, and she flinched. She was very wet. I brushed my middle finger along her slit. Her legs were trembling.
She took a deep breath and her chest rose. She kept her arms locked over her breasts and I was sorry I couldn’t finally get a good look at them.
I pressed the hard nub of her clitoris and she moaned from behind her clenched lips. I pressed my finger between her soft, moist lips and it sunk just past the first knuckle before I touched her hymen. She jumped and gasped.
“Does that feel good?” I said, and rubbed her clit.
“Yes,” she said in a very soft whisper, like a low hiss.
She kept looking at my cock. Her eyes were wary and nervous, like I was holding a knife and she was afraid I might use it on her.
But I ha something better in mind. I pushed her thighs farther apart, bent my head down and licked her pussy. She sucked in a sharp breath and her muscles tensed.
“Dorsey? What are you doing?” she said.
I crawled up on the bed between her legs and pushed them even wider.
“I’m gonna eat you,” I said.
I dipped my head and licked her slit. She tasted fresh and sweet, like forbidden fruit that had never been touched.
She was still and tense, like she was fighting the sensations her body was giving her. That didn’t last long, though. She gave in and started moaning, softly at first, then louder. Her lips moved in small, slow circles. The deeper I pushed my tongue between her sweet lips, the louder she moaned.
I was surprised again at how quickly she came, but then she was probably all worked up, and she probably never had a tongue where only her fingers had ever been. Her sweet, warm juices spilled over my tongue and I was proud to be the first guy to get her off with my mouth.
She was still writhing and moaning and panting when I raised my head. I grinned. She would never forget her first good, hard cum.
I stood up at the end of the bed and pushed my boxers down. My cock jumped out. There was one more thing I could give her that she would never forget.
She sat up, leaning back on her elbows. Her wide eyes locked onto the end of my cock.
“Dorsey? What are you gonna do with that?” she said.
I crawled on the end of the bed between her spread, trembling thighs. Mary’s apprehensive eyes were still on my heavy cock, which swung between my legs.
“It’s about time I took your cherry, girl.”
My rough, hairy thighs pushed against the insides of her smooth, tender thighs, forcing them wide to get my body between them. I was quite a bit bigger than her, and while I hovered over her, holding my cock so that the head brushed lightly along her soft pussy lips, I paused. It wasn’t just nervousness or apprehension in her eyes. It was fear. Clearly, the thought of my huge cock splitting open her tiny, delicate pussy terrified her.
I closed my eyes and clenched my jaws. I was so close. The tip of my fat cock was already pushing between her pussy lips. All I had to do was lower my weight on her slender body and drive my cock into her warm, moist cunt. It would be the sweetest, most delicate feeling I could imagine, especially because she was my sister. I had waited for this. I wanted it so badly.
But Mary didn’t want it. She didn’t have to tell me she wasn’t ready. I could see it in her eyes. I groaned and rolled over onto the bed beside her. Mary didn’t say anything. She let out a long, slow breath and that told me everything I already knew.
We lay there beside each other for a long time, completely naked, silent, staring up at the ceiling. My cock slowly went soft and drooped over to the side like a melting popsicle, until it lay limp over my thigh.
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