Author: Siscentis
Title: In Too Deep
Part: 2
Summary: Dwayne is dragged into pretending to be his sister's
boyfriend again, this time in person. But what would cause April
to take things so far?
Keywords: inc, mf, cons, oral

Copyright by the Author, 2015

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The whole next day I was a nervous wreck in anticipation of my
sister showing her 'friends' those pictures. I couldn't believe
I'd let myself get roped into a situation that could have such
dire consequences. If they stuck by their guess that it was my
dick, it would ruin me. And if the story reached our parents?
Jesus.

I had half-expected the story to be circulating the school, even
down to my pitifully low underclassmen level of popularity, by
the end of the day, and was only moderately relieved when it
hadn't. I had to stay late to make some work up and Mom had
picked me up, further delaying my chance to find out what
happened.

When I approached April at home, she just held her finger to her
lips, indicating we'd talk later. She then set about the evening
with her usual demeanor of ennui, acting to our parents as if
there wasn't anything in her life even remotely interesting
enough to tell them about.

It wasn't until nearly nine that she considered it safe enough to
slip into my room. "Oh my god, you should have been there."

I could tell from her mood it had gone well, and breathed a sigh
of relief. "So, did you shut their stupid bitch faces up?"

"I TOTALLY shut their stupid bitch faces up. You should have seen
them, they were speechless." High school girls shocked by having
someone cram pictures of themselves performing a hardcore sex act
in their face at lunch? Imagine that. "They didn't dare claim it
was my brother this time. Oh, you have seem their eyes open real
wide at the last one with the cum on my face. That came out real
well, by the way. They were so jealous."

I suspected that if I had been there, I might have read it as
something different than 'jealous'. "You know, having stupid
bitch faces and all, they'll probably just tell everyone you're a
slut now."

"Pssh, who cares." So, having people talk about your sex pictures
is okay, but them pointing out that you don't have a boyfriend
warrants freaking out. Got it.

"Well, then, I guess mission accomplished."

"Yep. Thanks, dweeb," she said, skittering out.

And so it was over. I could file it away as a strange experience
with an even stranger sister. And it seemed that at least I
wouldn't end up being humiliated in front of the whole school. It
was a relief that it was behind me, even if it meant there
wouldn't be another blowjob on the horizon.

Not that I had given that much thought.

*******

"Hey dweeb, remember how I promised to take you to a movie? Well,
we're going tonight."

 We were on our way home from school on Friday. As I recalled, as
some sort of 'gratitude' for letting her take the first picture
of my dick, she'd offered to drop me off at a movie, and maybe
pay for it. Not dictate one.

"No thanks, I have plans tonight. You can take me another time."

"What plans? Playing World of Warcraft until you sugar crash and
start dozing off?"

"No." Well, yeah, pretty much.

"Too bad. You're coming with me."

"Why?"

"Because I need you there."

"Again, why?"

"Look, just shut up and come along, okay?"

I still hadn't emotionally recovered from her last favor, but
feared saying no. I'd seen my big sister nearly freak out on me
once before, just a few days ago, and I was getting the sense
that she might be close to doing it again. And it was just a
movie, what could really happen? "Okay."

"Good."

We drove in silence a few minutes, April seeming to stew in
thought.

"What are we going to see?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"I don't know."

"Oh." So much for conversation. I left her alone.

******

"You're taking your brother out to the movies? That's nice,
April."

"Yeah, well, we kind of got closer together this week, didn't we
Dwayne?" I just nodded. I felt like I was about to throw up just
hearing her say that to our mother.

"Okay, have fun. Don't stay out too late."

As we left, I realized what a number April had done on our
parents. Since her one bust, she'd somehow managed to completely
hide her shadier doings from them, to the point she'd actually
managed to build some trust up again.

I was already growing suspicious as we walked out the door, as
she was wearing a rather sexy dress, as short as she could get
away with around our parents.

"Let's take the truck," April said as the front door closed
behind us. "You drive."

'The truck' was an old medium-sized work truck that Dad had
bought from his work after it was retired from their fleet. It
had kind of been a spare car for the family and, now that I was
16, was nominally mine, though I still generally rode with April
to and from school. "Something wrong with your car?" I asked.

"Nope." She handed me the keys, which had been in a drawer in my
room. I glared a bit at her, but she didn't bother to notice.

We climbed on the big bench seat in the truck, and as I started
the engine April reached to the small space behind the bench back
and pulled something out. "Here, put this on."

"What is it?"

"It'll make you look cooler."

I picked it up; it was a leather jacket. "Where'd you get this?"

"It's from Goodwill." I looked it over; it certainly looked like
it came from there. She saw my suspicious eye. "What? I didn't
steal it, okay? Put it on."

"Why? It's not cold." She just glowered at me for resisting, and
rolling my eyes, I acquiesced, shifting awkwardly in the seat to
get it on. "It's a little tight."

"That's okay, it makes you look bigger," she said, putting a hat
on my head as well. "There. You look great. Let's go."

On the road, it took me only a minute to figure it out. "Why am I
wearing a disguise, April?"

She ignored my question for the time being. "Take a left here, we
need to go see something real quick first." So it seemed we were
going to the movies with me disguised as what I could only guess
was my sister's boyfriend. 'Jacob Cullen.' Swell.

April directed me into an upscale neighborhood. Our family wasn't
exactly slummin' it ourselves, but we were nowhere near this
league. Each house sat on around an acre with gates and circle
drives. She had me stop along the curb between houses, and seemed
interested in one particular house a little ways down the street.


"What are we doing, April?"

"Shh, not too loud. Slouch down a bit so we're harder to see." I
did so. If what April was having us do was as stupid as it
seemed, I really didn't want to be seen.

"Are we actually going to the movie?"

"Yes, in a few minutes. I need to see something first." We sat
there quietly a few minutes, as if on a stakeout, when a car
turned the corner to come up behind us.

"Get down!" April whispered, pulling me by the jacket down flat
on the seat with her, me on top of her, stretching my side out a
little much and twisting me a little too far. I felt the car go
by, grimacing until she released me. We peeked our heads up
carefully as the car continued down a few houses, then pulled
into the house April had been watching.

"Who's that?" I asked, only getting the impression of a man in
the driver's seat.

"Nobody," April said, now craning her neck and moving around to
try and follow the car. I followed her eyes, trying to see what
was so important to her.

The car came to a stop in front of the house, where a man got out
carrying something and walked up to the house. It was too far
away for me to make out more than vague details as to what he
looked like or what he was holding.  Just coming out was a girl
and another guy.

The girl and the new guy walked past the old, and as she came out
into the sun, I recognized her. "April, is that Shannon?"

April was still looking intently for a moment, then seemed
satisfied and eased back. "Yeah. And Greg," she replied, somewhat
absently. The two got into another car that was in front of the
house.

"We're not going to try and follow them, are we?"

April looked over at me. "No. I know where they're going anyway.
Duck down, don't let them see us as they go past." We piled back
onto the seat and waited a minute until the coast was clear.
"Okay, let's go to the movies. Hurry, I want to beat them there.
Don't pull up besides or behind them or anything, though."

As it turned out, we didn't get there until a few minutes after
them, but had little difficulty catching up in the lobby. April
bought tickets while I was instructed to stand inside watching
them to see where they went. It wasn't that crowded, but there
were just enough people that I didn't stand out.

"So, what are we seeing?" I asked when April found me against a
side wall.

"I don't know yet," she answered. We watched a minute until April
and Greg, along with the group of friends they'd met, filtered
back to a theatre, following at a distance until we saw where
they'd gone.

"So are we seeing this one then?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I don't know what you're thinking, but this isn't going to work.
If they actually see me they'll know I'm your brother."

"Don't worry, dweeb. They don't know you from a hole in the
wall."

"They already suspect it might be me, what if they look more
closely?"

"They didn't really think it was my brother's dick, Shannon just
said that to piss me off. They just think it's some other guy's.
We'll wait until after the movie starts to go in, so it'll be too
dark for them to see you clearly."

I was not a fan of the plan, but also didn't quite have the
courage to pull the rug out from under my sister. Hopefully I
could just sit quietly, act cool, and we could duck out early.
This wasn't April's first scam, after all, so she probably
wouldn't let us get caught.

We mulled around discretely until she was sure the movie had
started, and then slipped into the darkened theatre. Seeing
Shannon's group near the back, we traipsed up the stairs until we
reached their row, sitting on the far end of it with April on the
inside.

They hadn't seemed to notice we were there, let alone who April
was, making me wonder how exactly April planned to fool them. For
a silly moment, I actually hoped we might make it through without
being noticed.

"Hey, Shannon," April said, so loud it barely qualified as a
whisper. When they looked over, April waved. I cringed,
regretting coming. April was literally stalking them, and I was
helping her. We'd be lucky if they didn't call the cops on us.
She wrapped her arm around my shoulder, pulling herself against
me, turning toward me just enough to whisper, "Just act cool."

I decided the best way to do that was to not look at the others,
hoping they couldn't see me well. April took up a position on my
shoulder, cuddling against me in an exaggerated fashion.

Occasionally I worked up the courage for a peek down the darkened
row their way. They thankfully seemed uninterested in us, being
totally absorbed in themselves with whispers and an inappropriate
level of closeness. I tried to watch the movie, which turned out
to be a really bad comedy, so when we heard muffled laughs coming
down the row, we knew it was from something else.

"What are they laughing at?" I whispered to April.

April turned her head to me and nestled it atop my shoulder. "I
don't know." She stayed there still, thinking a moment. "Dwayne,
we need to make out."

"What?"

"It'll start looking suspicious if we just sit here the whole
time." Her face approached mine, but I leaned away.

"April, this is getting out of hand. Why are you doing this?"

"I know this is weird, but I just need your help again, Dwayne,"
she whispered in my ear.

"Why? How can this really help you?"

"I just...I can't explain, okay? I need you to trust me." I could
hear the desperation creeping in her voice again. There had to be
more to this than just impressing Shannon. "I know that's asking
a lot after this week, but can you still trust your sister?"

She acted as if the sky would fall if I said no. Reluctantly, I
said, "Okay."

"Thank you," she whispered, and paused a moment to gather
herself. Even though I knew it was coming, it still startled me
when she leaned to my face and started kissing me.

She started on my cheek, thankfully giving me a moment to get
over my shock. Her philosophy the other night had been to make it
look real as possible by simply being as real as possible, and
she seemed to continue with that, making big, wild kisses over my
cheek and slurping her way to my lips.

Getting myself under control as best I could, I started meeting
her kisses, and our lips interlocked. Pushing her body into mine,
she broke to whisper to me again. "Remember, just act cool, like
I'm just your slut, and let me do most of it." I sat back, being
cool, and letting her lean in to me.

We continued for a while, her pressed up against my side
wriggling her head as her lips pushed all over mine. We often
just kind of faking it with open mouths, but sometimes she let
her tongue out, working it on my lips and even my own tongue,
when she could find it.

I spent much of the time trying to find a balance, both a balance
of being convincing for our audience while not being too
inappropriate with my sister, and a balance of allowing myself to
get into character without falling prey to the inappropriate
surge of endorphins.

April kept me mostly blocked from their view, so I couldn't tell
how much we were being noticed. April would stop to glance over
occasionally, and I knew they must be taking some notice since
she'd often return right back to kissing me with renewed zeal.

After a little while, she sat back a little, letting our heads
meet more in the middle. Making a less discreet glance to her
side, she turned back to me and whispered, "Grab my tits." I
hesitated. Not letting me think about it much, she grabbed my
hand and pressed it against her chest. "Just grab 'em, doesn't
have to be fancy."

Slowly I let my hand wrap around one of her breasts. Even with
her dress and bra separating us, it seemed like such forbidden
fruit, like sneaking into someone's house and sitting on their
couch while they were away. I just kind of held my hand still on
her as she continued to kiss me.

"C'mon, grab it like you've done it before. Don't be shy," she
ordered in my ear.

And I did. Pushing aside much of the weirdness, I found the
mindset I needed. We were just two actors, playing parts, not
really just being horny. That it was my sister just made it
easier, because we were more comfortable with each other, and so
I could touch her breasts without worrying about it meaning
something else. I squeezed her tit firmly, moving my hand around
it in different grabs. I even worked to more convincingly meet
her kisses.

"Better. Put your hand down into the dress."

Fully in character now, I slid my hand down her chest, pushing
inside her bra, my fingers following the soft curves of her
breast. I tried to make a good show of it, moving my hand around
on her tit in a somewhat exaggerated fashion. I avoided her
nipples as much as I could, but sometimes found my fingers
brushing against them all the same, and a few times even pinched
them between two fingers.

April broke off and glanced over her shoulder. Apparently seeing
someone looking, she smiled and waved a little, then turned back.
"I think that'll do it," she whispered. "Let's go." Mostly
relieved, I got up and quickly led the way out.

We walked out to the truck, which I'd intentionally parked in an
almost-empty side of the lot. I felt around for my keys, but even
as I was realizing they weren't there, April nonchalantly held
them out for me. She must have taken them out of my jacket at
some point while she was kissing me. I glared as I took them from
her, but she ignored me and simply went to the passenger side of
the car.

Inside, with the doors shut, surrounded by darkness except for a
single lot light, it seemed the act was finally over and we could
relax. "That went great. Now let's get the hell out of here,"
April said.

With a plunk, I dropped the keys into a cup holder on the dash.
"What are you doing?" April asked.

"April, what the hell is going on?"

"What?"

"What the hell are we doing? Why are you doing this?"

For once she didn't have a quick answer. "Look, can we just go
home?"

"What is this really about? You obviously aren't this worked up
over Shannon pointing out the true fact that you don't have a
boyfriend. Sure, she might be a bitch, but this is getting nuts."

"What? None of this is a big deal, just a little making out,
Kenny. You were great, by the way," she was trying to distract
me. "She just really pissed me off, that's all, and I'm getting
back at her." She was flustered, and less convincing than usual.

"April, you gave me a blowjob!"

She stared out the front of the car, running her fingers on her
hair and tugging a strand of it repeatedly, a little too hard. "I
can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"It's... I just can't tell you, I'm sorry."

"C'mon, April. Maybe I can help. I'm obviously willing to," I
said, throwing up my hands, "and you know I won't squeel."

"I know. But it's...hard. I just don't know what to do. Look,
I'll stop asking you for help."

It probably would be better to keep my distance, God knows what
she was getting me into. But she just seemed so
uncharacteristically helpless. "April, I'll still help you. I
just wish you'd trust me more."

She stared out her window. "I...Shit. We need to go."

"What?"

"They're coming."

"Hmm?"

"Kenny, Shannon and the others are walking towards us right now,"
She said, over-annunciating each word. "Drive!"

"Oh." Panic hit me quick, and for the first few seconds I checked
the ignition and then my pockets, looking for the keys. Finally
remembering where they were, I reached for the cup holder to grab
them.

Seeing my fumbling, April also reached to grab the keys for me, a
split second behind me. Though she pulled back away when she saw
me going for them, it was enough of a distraction to make me
fumble the keys as I picked them up, falling down into darkness.

"Shit!" I started checking the seat, thinking they'd landed
there, but couldn't find them.

"Damnit, Dwayne! They'll be here soon!" Our voices had dropped to
a loud whisper.

"I know!" I moved down to check the floor, thinking it might have
bounced off the seat. It was so damn dark and I couldn't find
them. "What do we do, April? I can't find them." I was panicking.

"Keep looking!" she said, shifting and writhing around on the
seat over me. "They're almost here."

"I can't find them," I said, looking at her in abject fear. If
they saw me and managed to recognize me now or later, we'd both
be ruined.

"I have an idea," she said, looking at me uncomfortably. Behind
her head, I thought I could see movement some feet away. "Sorry."
She didn't wait to explain or get a response from me. In a quick
motion, she threw a leg up onto the seat, grabbed me by the head
and pulled me over to her, cramming my face between her legs.

The next few seconds of my life were a confusing mix of thoughts
to me as I struggled to understand what was happening.
I think it went something like this:

"I don't know what she's doing, but at least they can't see my
face here for now."
"Oh shit, I think they're there, outside April's window."
"April's panties seem weird, coarse or something."
"How does hiding like this help? Won't this just look stupid?"
"I definitely saw someone's face out of the corner of my eye. I'd
better keep my head down."
"Wait, that's not panties, that's just April's pubic hair."
"Oh."

It was only after that rush of a few seconds that I realized what
April intended, just as April put both hands on my head,
spreading what I soon realized were her panties over part of it.
She must have taken them off while I was looking for the keys.
"Mmmm, yeah, that's nice," she said, shifting her hips a little.

My only option was to play along. There was just enough light
coming from outside the car to let me see the wild, dark hair
around the top and sides, along with the faint hint of the line
of her pussy right down the middle. Wanting to be as out-of-sight
as possible, I pushed my face as close as I could get without my
mouth touching her. All around my nose I felt tickles from curls
of her hair.

I'd seen enough porn to be familiar with what a pussy looked
like, but this was my first up-close encounter. I'd often heard
jokes about a fishy smell, and hadn't really known what to
expect. Now that I was there, what I smelled was unusual, but
certainly fish was the wrong comparison, as this, while certainly
noticable, was a more subtle and strange scent.

"Hi, April," I heard an almost taunting voice through the
windows, which weren't remotely sound-proof in the old truck.

"Hey, Shannon," April responded.

"How's it going?" Shannon asked.

"Great." April didn't have to hide her annoyance. "Move around a
little," she whispered to me, then spoke loud enough to be heard
again. "Oh, yeah, get all around it, baby," and she shifted her
hips in little circles in my face.

I'm not sure if I was just trying to keep my cover, too panicked
to think straight, if I had a tacit instinct to follow my older
sister's orders, or if it was just old-fashioned teenage
hormones. Probably a combination of all of them. Instead of just
faking it, and maybe doing a bad job of it, I stuck my tongue
out, and let it make contact with my sister's pussy.

For a few seconds, the tip of my tongue just grazed off the skin
and through some hair as she gyrated around. It occurred to me
that half-measures wouldn't cut it; April wouldn't know what to
make of it and it probably wouldn't be too convincing. I would
have to get my mouth right up against her. It also occurred to me
that I didn't have enough of an idea of what I was doing to fake
it very well. Again, maybe it was an excuse, but I pressed my
face closer into her, letting my tongue run through her hair and
against the skin of her labia.

I used as much of the flat of my tongue as I could, running all
around the area from thigh to thigh. A few times my tongue passed
across where her lips met, slipping just a bit in between. I was
mostly trying to avoid it, but while trying to sell my movements,
it still managed to happen. The third time must have been a
little deeper than before, because I hit an area that clearly
felt different, softer, and leaving the hint of a taste on my
tongue.

April, all the while, was doing a much better job of selling it
that I was. Though my mouth was buried in her crotch, my eyes and
forehead stuck up above her groin, her short dress unable to
cover any of me. To make sure I wouldn't be seen, she kept her
hands with her panties strung between them right at the top of my
forehead, covering most of it. I kept going, just hoping they'd
get done gawking soon.

"Hey April, is that Jacob?" Shannon asked, overly loud. Getting
no immediate response, she continued. "Careful in there, Jacob,
she's had a lot of guys down there before, you might find
something one of them left behind." I could hear their stupid
laughing.

April pretended to ignore her. "Oh, yeah, like that. Get in there
deep, baby," she moaned, loud enough to be heard.

Again, I can't (or maybe just don't want to) explain why, but I
obeyed. I let my tongue move back to the middle, her slit seeming
almost unavoidable. I had the distinct impression that it had
somehow gotten wider since I'd started. Despite my resolve I
hesitated just a moment, feeling a sudden pang as my tongue
reached into her softer parts that maybe I was taking it a little
too far. I half-expected her to cringe a little when I made
contact, but April never seemed to break her stride of light
moans and gyrations.

"Don't stop, baby," she said, and I felt the squeeze of her hands
on my head. I dove in, feeling around her slit with my tongue,
trying to learn the geography. I'd looked at plenty of picture of
pussies online, seen videos of all sorts of masturbation and oral
sex, but found that the scant knowledge I had didn't prepared me
for the reality of it. I'd also heard jokes about girls getting
wet, and it seemed to me those had more truth to them, as
everything in her slit seemed to be moist, her scent stronger
than before.

I saw the shadows of people outside the window as they seemed to
take turns looking through April's window, and I kept my eyes
down, continuing to worry someone might get a good look at me.
Apparently thinking the same, April shifted some, spreading open
her legs more and propping her right foot on the dash, which put
her knee and thigh more in the way of their view.

For a moment I froze, heart racing, feeling their eyes pouring
over my head. I didn't dare pull back even an inch for fear that
they might see me, and kept my lips right up against her. I could
barely keep my breath, and felt the warmth of each exhale reflect
off my sister back into my face.

Screw it. I couldn't risk being caught now, and didn't have a
clue how to fake what I was doing convincingly. So I would go for
broke, and if that made April uncomfortable, tough titties,
'cause this was her mess anyway.

With my lips right against her after she spread her legs, I could
feel her open up a little, and could even notice some of my
breath disappearing inside her in that spot. Closing my eyes, I
stuffed my tongue into her hole. I opened my mouth as far as I
could to wrap around as much of the surrounding area as possible,
and with a little twist of my head each time, pushed my tongue in
as deep as I could, over and over.

I could feel her squirm a little, but she quickly recovered and
continued gyrating against me.

"Hey, Jacob, find anything yet?" I heard Shannon taunt again,
followed by what sounded like some laughter from her friends.

At that moment, I really hated Shannon. Turning my face to the
side into April's thigh, I summoned the gruffest voice I could
muster and said, "Go away, bitch. I'm busy." I must have been
pretty angry because despite my nerves I managed to say it
without my voice turning weak or cracking. As quick as I could I
returned my mouth and tongue to April.

I worried that I'd overplayed my hand, but didn't hear anything
back, and continued focusing on cramming my tongue into my
sister's vagina.

"Nice touch," April whispered, leaning toward me.

Opening my eyes, I couldn't see any shadows out the window. I let
up a moment, catching my breath. "Are they gone?" I asked. My
face was soaking wet, mouth and chin covered in my spit and
April's juices.

"No, they just took a step back. They're still kind of watching.
I think you scared off Shannon a little."

"Can they still see us?"

"A little. Shannon's pretty close. Shh, they're looking."

I tried to hang back, but a moment later saw another shadow just
approaching, and shot my mouth back into April. I felt like
they'd have to back off and leave soon, or else seem like even
bigger perverts than they did already. I just needed to run out
the clock.

Feeling some soreness in my jaw from keeping it spread open, I
decided to change my tactics. No longer as intimidated by the
pussy, I began just licking gently around the entrance, gliding
easily around the heavily moistened area, occasionally finding
myself slurping a little to keep it from drooling down my chin
more.

"Taking their time, aren't they?" I heard a male voice, more
distant than Shannon's had been against the window.

"That's how it should go," a female voice said, not Shannon.

"See, if you just go for the clit, it doesn't take that long,"
another male.

"And you just guaranteed that you'd never touch mine, not that
there was any doubt. The good ones take their time getting
there."

I saw what looked like more shadows, and knew I needed to adjust.
April must have been of the same mind, as she stuck one hand near
my face, quickly indicating the spot near the top of her pussy,
and then with the other pushed my face to it. "You got that
right," April said to the window, keeping her hands over my face.


Unable to see, I had to trust my tongue to find the right spot.
Moving it across the folds and creases blindly, I began to worry
I wouldn't be able to sell it when I hit what seemed like both a
bump and a fold where her lips ended and felt April noticeably
twitch. Gently, I licked it again, and becoming confident I had
the right place, ran the tip of my tongue around and across it
repeatedly.

"Shannon's still staying close by, but most of the others are
wandering off," April whispered.

"Can she still see us?" I asked.

"I think so. Damn it, go away already, you weirdo." I considered
disengaging, but as I peeked up a little, I could just see
Shannon through the window, eyes our way, and I returned. I
switched to broader, slower licks across her clit and its
vicinity, figuring it was a little less engaging that what I'd
been doing.

I kept expecting it to end, but for a couple more minutes,
nothing seemed to change, with Shannon always just within my
vision if I peeked. And so I just kept licking.

"Everyone else is kind of gone, it's just Shannon lingering. God,
what's her deal?" April reported. As I started to consider
whether it might be better to just dive down and search for the
key again, I heard Shannon's voice through the window again. It
was a little quieter, obviously just meant for the two of us.

"You better watch out, Jacob, or April may swipe your wallet.
She's a thief, you know." And she seemed to turn and start
walking away.

I eased back, happy she was finally clearing out, and gave a big
sigh of relief. As I looked down to the mat to consider the keys
again, I was shocked to hear April's car door open.

She stormed out of the truck, leaving the door wide open, and
appeared to grab Shannon. Scared for what she was doing, but more
scared of being seen, I lay back close to the seat.

"What'd he tell you? Huh? What'd he tell you?" April demanded,
pushing Shannon back against the truck.

Shannon seemed unable or unwilling to answer, and April kept
demanding. Whatever had set April off; I needed her in the truck
now before the others came back. I had to intervene somehow.

"Get back her, April, I'm not done yet," I called, returning to
my gruff voice. Less cool, I did crack on "I'm" this time, but
don't think she noticed.

It seemed to be enough to get April's attention, as she paused
and looked around a moment. "You tell that asshole he can go fuck
himself, you got it?" April threatened one last time, then
released her.

Shannon stood up from the truck and stepped away from April.
"Geez, Greg's right, you are a psycho," she said, then walked
away.

Thankfully, April didn't respond that time, but just got back in
the truck and slammed the door. "Let's go."

It took most of a very uncomfortable minute before I located the
keys where they'd stuck under the edge of the floor mat. I
started the truck up and drove the hell out of there.