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I am not the author, just the posting agent for Emerson.  Comments (good
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THE PUSSY SHOW

PART 2

  When I stepped from the Trooper's trailer, and started walking
in the cool night air, I felt a large hand wrap tightly around my
arm and stop me.
  Scared shitless, I spun around and was looking up at the face of
Officer Sharker, the man from the Youth Bureau, who had questioned
me this morning.
  "Hi Jack," he said, smiling at me.
  "God!" I said, trying to make my heart stop pounding and catch
my breath. "Officer Sharker!  I thought you were some asshole
tryin' to roll me!"
  He laughed that humorless, icy laugh of his, and then he said,
"Call me Sharky, kid.  Everybody does."
  He started walking me, by the arm, away from the trailers and
over to the big electrical truck.  I could hear my heart pound and
our feet whooshing on the dewy grass as we went.
  "What's going on?" I asked him, feeling uneasy about the way he
was acting toward me.
  Reaching the side of the truck, he turned me to him, not
releasing my arm, and said, "I caught your little pussy show
tonight.  Three times.  Didn't you see me?"
  It was the damndest thing.  But I hadn't.  I wasn't looking at
the faces of the men.  I was too busy worrying about Cookie and
taking the money.
  "No," I answered.
  "Funny..." he said.  "Anyway, Jack....  It turns out that little
Cookie was born in 1959.  That makes her what, Jack?"  I saw his
rust-colored eyebrows raise, drawing a response from me.
  "Fifteen?"
  "That makes her a minor, Jack.  You too, for that matter.  Do you
know what that means?"
  "No."
  "It means that you all are in some really deep, and stinking
shit, Jack.  It means that I'm going to have to put all of you
sons-of-bitches under arrest and close down this fucking circus. 
It means I'm going to have to impound all of this property.  And
that your dad and your boss are going to do some long, hard time
in a Kentucky state prison, Jack."  He squeezed my arm hard now. 
"That's what it means."
  I don't mind telling you, I was scared.  I was really scared. 
So scared in fact that, as I stood there, I was afraid that I was
going to actually piss in my pants.
  "P.. p.. prison?" I asked.
  "For them," he said.  "For you and your sister, a Youth
Correctional Facility.  Until you're 21, Jack."
  "Officer Sh.. Sharker..."
  "Call me Sharky, Jack."
  "Sharky... "
  "Are you scared, Jack?  Does all this scare you?"
  "Ye.. yes!"
  "That's what I'm gonna' have ta' do, Jack.  That's my duty. 
That's what the law dictates I do.  You broke the law, Jack.  You
and your family shit on the laws of the State of Kentucky, Jack."
  "Please, Mister.  We're just tryin' to make a livin'.  My dad and
Trooper, they didn't know Cookie was going to be in the show.  The
regular girl didn't show...  We had to do something."
  "Yeah.  Sometimes that's the way it is, Jack.  I'm glad you said
that.  Sometimes you have to do something to keep something really
bad from happening.  You understand how that works, don't you,
Jack?"
  "Yes.  Sure I do.  That's what I was sayin'...."
  "Suppose there was a way out of this, Jack?  Just suppose that
there was something you could do to keep your parents and your
friends and your sister out of jail and keep your little carnival
making money and on the road..."
  "I'd do it!  I'd do anything!"
  "Now that's what I want to hear, Jack.  That's talk coming from
a kid who's smart.  A kid who knows how the world works."
  Sharky let go of my arm now and smoothed the sleeve of my rumpled
shirt.
  "And just suppose, Jack... as an added bonus... not only would
I forget any charges against your family and friends... and not
only would I get your dad and your boss and that big, dumb, Polack
friend of yours out of jail free... but that I could also put five
hundred dollars in your pocket?"
  The nervousness suddenly fell away from me and I broke into a
smile.
  Sharky saw it and smiled too.  "That's what I want to see, Jack. 
I think we can work something out."
  "Sure we can, Sharky.  No problem!  What do you need?"
  Sharky looked around and then back at me.  "What I need, Jack,
is something very special.  Something only you can arrange for me."
  "Anything.."
  "I've been around, Jack.  I know carny people.  I know how they
are.  I know that they're different from all other people and that
they don't look at things the same way, or have the same morals,
that regular people do.  They can get you special things.  Special
favors..."
  "What?  Just tell me."
  "I was at that show tonight, Jack.  I saw what was on display. 
I want that, Jack."
  "Cookie?  You want to fuck Cookie?"
  "No, Jack.  That wouldn't be right.  I couldn't do that.  I
wouldn't do that."
  That was a relief.  Man, I would never pimp my sister!  Not to
THIS guy!
  "I just want to see it, Jack.  I want to see Cookie getting
fucked."
  I shook my head.  "Cookie ain't like that, Sharky."
  "She's not?  I saw her, Jack.  She's a carny girl.  Struttin'
around on that stage and letting everybody have a peek up her
wahzoo...  Don't patronize me, Jack, and tell me that she won't put
on a private little fuck show for me."
  Now I was thinking fast.  Would she?  If she knew?  If she knew
about prison and losing the show?  And getting dad and Trooper and
Glen out of jail?  She did (what she did tonight) to save the
carnival...  I guess she would, if I pressed her.  If I told her
the situation.  What choice would she have?  What choice did any
of us have?  Sharky held all the aces.
  "Alright," I said.  "I think I can arrange it.  If you let me do
it my way and talk to her first.  But with who?  Who do you want
to see fuck her?"
  "With YOU, Jack.  I want to watch YOU fuck her for me."
  "Me?"
  "Yeah, Jack."
  "That's sick!" I said, but then I wished I hadn't said that. I 
didn't want to make him mad.
  But he just smiled at me and said, "Yeah, it is, Jack.  But let
me level with you.  Truth be known, I AM one sick fucker!  That's
what makes it worth five hundred bucks to me, Jack.  I'd really get
off watching a real brother and sister fuck.  Especially a brother
with a muscular physique like yours pumping it to a sister as young
and cute and sexy as your Cookie is."
  This was crazy!  HE was crazy!  But what was I supposed to do?
  "When?  Where?"
  "Tonight, Jack.  I've got it all set up.  I've rented a room at
a motel, near the new bypass, off the interstate."  He reached into
his shirt pocket and took out a scrap of paper and handed it to me. 
"It's all there, Jack.  Instructions on what to do and how to get
there."
  "But what about Dad and Glen and Trooper?"
  Sharky laughed that cold laugh again.  "You're a sharp one, Jack. 
Nothing gets by you, does it?"  He patted my shoulder.  "That's a
done deal, Jack.  All I have to do is make a phone call.  I'll do
that tonight.  As soon as you and her are done.  You can have your
dad and your friends back here before daybreak."
  "Alright," I told him, "you got a deal."

  I went to our trailer but it was empty.  Cookie wasn't there. 
  I took what I needed from the cigar-box, in the compartment, and
took off to find her.
  She was with Leon and Gus and Laura, standing in front of the
food both and drinking a Coke as they closed up.  She was still
wearing the tight, black skirt and the white blouse but she was
bare-footed now like Cookie always was.  The outfit still looked
sexy, but without the heels, and with her standing there in her
bare feet, she just looked like my kid sister playing dress up.
  "Hi Jackie," she said, smiling at me as I walked up to her.  "God
that was a night!  I can't believe I got through it!"
  "Yeah," I said.  "You did great."
  "Yes she did," Gus said, through the window, in his thick,
Italian accent.  "Cookie save show.  We love our Cookie.  She good
girl.  She always good girl."
  Cookie smiled back at him, taking in the adulation that the whole
troop must have been dishing out to her since closing time.
  I took her arm and led her away from the food booth and the
prying ears.
  "What is it, Jack?" she asked, sensing something was wrong.
  I stood her in front of me and placed my hands on her soft
shoulders.  "Remember that cop from this morning?  The one that was
asking all the questions at your booth?"
  "Sharker?"
  "Yeah."  
  "What about him?"
  "He nabbed me tonight, just after the show closed and I turned
in the cash."
  Cookie's face grew concerned as she looked up at me.  "Nabbed
you?  What do you mean?  Are you in trouble?"
  "We're all in trouble, Cookie."
  "Why?"  What?"
  "This Sharker guy saw you in the show.  He knows you're fifteen
and he says he can make trouble.  BIG trouble for all of us."
  "Oh, Jack!" I saw her pretty features grimace.  "Ain't we in
enough trouble?  Now there's more?"
  "Listen, Cookie," I squeezed her shoulders to let her know this
was important.  "This Sharker cop... Sharky.  He isn't such a bad
guy.  He's willing to make a deal."
  "A deal?"
  "Yeah.  A deal where he'll forget about you being under age and
won't close the show and impound the carnival and will even get Dad
and Trooper and Glen out of jail... tonight.  But we gotta' do
something for him.  Something that won't be easy and something that
we won't like."
  "Oh God, Jackie!  Does he want us to steal something?"
  "No, Cookie.  Nothing like that."
  "Then what?  What does he want us to do?"
  "He wants to watch you and me... together."
  Cookie's face wrinkled in puzzlement.  "Watch you and me?  Watch
you and me what?"
  How was I going to break this to her?  What was I supposed to
say?
  "He wants to watch you and me get it on."
  Cookie just stood there, looking into my face.  "Get it on?  What
do you mean?"
  "Shit, Cookie.  This isn't easy for me to say..."
  "What?"
  "He wants to watch us make love."
  Cookie's head and shoulders snapped back and her features
contorted as if she had just tasted something bitter.  "Make love?" 
Her mouth hung open now in astonishment.
  "Yeah.  He's some kinda' pervert, Cookie.  He wants to see a
brother and sister do it with each other while he watches."
  "Oh God, Jackie..."  She started breathing hard now as I held her
in place.  "I could never.....  Oh God, Jackie.  Really?"
  "It's a sick world, Cookie," I said, shaking my head. "But we
gotta' get Dad and Trooper and Glen out of jail and we can't lose
the carnival!"
  Cookie turned her face from me, staring off into the dark night
and thinking.
  "It could be worse," I told her.  "And we don't have to like
it..."
  Cookie stepped back and pulled herself away from my grasp and
then she looked at me with her eyes blazing and her fists on the
curves of her hips.  "You'd actually do it, wouldn't you?" she said
loudly and accusingly.
  "Cookie!  What CAN we do?  What do YOU suggest?"
  Her angry look dissolved, as she thought about it, and then her
head dropped, making her blond hair drape around her reddened
cheeks.
  "I don't know," she said to the ground, her ingenuity and resolve
leaving her body with a long, deep breath.


  Fifteen minutes later, we were in Leon's old car and heading for
the motel.  I told Leon that I was taking Cookie to the White
Castle for a reward.  He knew how much she loved those little
hamburgers (especially with extra pickles).  I didn't think that
there were any of them as far south as Louisville anyway but Leon
didn't know that.
  As I drove down the finished portion of the new Interstate
bypass, looking for the exit Sharky had marked on his little map,
I noticed that my sister was being very quiet next to me.  This was
unheard of for Cookie.
  I glanced over at her and saw that she was biting her fingernail
and just looking vacantly out the windshield, her eyes glassed over
in thought.
  When she noticed that I was looking at her, she shot me a quick
look of disdain and rocked in her seat, tugging the hem of her
short, black skirt down over her thighs and crossing her legs.
  Man, that made me feel suddenly dirty, as I pulled off onto the
exit.
  How could this be? I asked myself.  How did I get myself into
this?  Here I was, taking my kid sister to a motel to have sex with
her and she knew it. 
  The exit was actually the end of the finished freeway.  There
was heavy equipment and barricades and warning signs, letting you
know that the freeway was under construction beyond this point.
  As I drove up the ramp to the top of the embankment, the little
motel was right ahead across the side road, next to a Chevron
station that was dark and closed for the night.
  I parked the car behind the gas station, just as Sharky's note
had instructed me to do.
  Cookie emitted a frustrated moan as I turned off the engine.
  I took the key from the ignition and turned to her.  "What's the
matter?"
  She raised one leg onto the seat and twisted her body toward me,
her face a mask of anxiety.  "I don't know if I can go through with
this, Jackie.  I really don't."
  I put my hand on her shoulder and she let me.  "Cookie.  We've
been over this.  What else can we do?  This guy Sharky means what
he says.  He's got us where he wants us.  I've talked to him. 
You've seen him.  We ain't gonna' get nowhere crossin' this guy."
  "I'll just sit there, Jackie," she said, folding her arms and
summoning her defiant nature.  "I'll just sit there and do
nothing."
  "Cookie.  Believe me, that ain't gonna' work with this guy. 
You're just gonna' make things worse..."
  "But, Jackie..."
  "Listen to me!" I said firmly, taking both of her hands in mine.
"I suggest we play along.  I think it's best that we humor this
pervert.  If we want to get everybody out of jail and save the
carnival, I suggest we do exactly what this guy asks us to do and
we get it over with as quickly, and as painlessly, as possible."
  "Jackie!" she protested, craning her head at me as if I could
summon some quick solution to our problem.
  "Cookie.  Please understand that this is none of my fault.  I
didn't plan this..."
  "I know that," she said quickly.
  "Look.  I know this might not be the time or the place for me to
say this to you.  I know we never was the kind of family that talks
about how we feel about each other...  But I just want you to know
that I would never hurt you and that..."
  She put her hand over my mouth and looked into my eyes.
  "You don't have to tell me that, Jah.  You don't have to say it
to me.  We both know how we feel about each other.  And that's
that."
  Cookie hadn't called me Jah in years.  It was how my sister said
my name when she was just a diapered, little toddler and I used to
have to follow her around and keep her out of trouble.
  I took her hand away and squeezed it.  "Alright." I told her.
"Let's get it over with."


  Sharky's unmarked, Ford police car was parked right in front of
room 17, the farthest door from the dark, motel office.  There was
only one other car in the lot and that was parked in front of room
2.
  He let us in before we even knocked on the door.  Smiling his
cold smile as he saw me and Cookie standing there.
  "Come on in," he said holding the door, "I was wondering when
you'd get here."
  I led the way and Cookie took my hand and followed me.  I
couldn't see my sister behind me, but the way that Sharky's smile
faded, I know she must have been scowling at him.
  The little room was a standard motel accommodation.  There was
one double bed, against the wall in the middle of the room, and a
dresser and a TV, anchored to a metal stand, at the opposite side. 
A writing table and a chair were near the closed curtains of the
large window.  There was an open closet, on the far side of the
room, and a door that opened on a bathroom with a shower.
  Sharky told us to have a seat and I took Cookie to the foot of
the bed and we sat down.
  "Wanna' beer?" Sharky said as he pulled two cans of Pabst from
the five left of the six-pack on the dresser.
  I was about to tell him that Cookie didn't like beer when she
said, "Yes," loudly and held out her hand.
  Cookie and I both opened our beers and Sharky bent and held his
hand out to collect the tabs.  Then, as I heard Cookie take a large
gulp, I watched Sharky deposit the tabs in the, plastic lined,
trash can, noticing the large gym bag, on the floor, next to the
dresser.
  "So," he said as he turned back to us, "no trouble finding the
place?"
  "No," I answered, nervously playing with the can in my hand.
  Sharky took a beer and opened it now, taking a long drink from
the white labeled can.  He leaned back, sitting against the dresser
now and crossing his arms as he asked, "Did the carnival do well
tonight?"
  "Yeah," Cookie replied, "until Jack ran into YOU!"
  Sharky smiled his icy smile at her and said, "Yeah.  I guess so."
  He just kept his stare and his grin trained coldly on my sister
as Cookie looked nonchalantly around the room and took another gulp
of her beer.
  "Good beer?" he asked her.
  Cookie looked at the can and shrugged.  "I guess so.  I don't
like beer."
  Sharky laughed and took another drink from his can.
  "That outfit looks so sexy on you, kid.  I forgot to tell Jack
to have you wear it, but I'm glad you did."
  Cookie shrugged again and finished her beer and Sharky quickly
got her another one, popping the top before he handed it to her and
depositing the tab in the trash can.
  I took a swig of mine.
  "Do you know just how pretty you are?" he asked her.
  Cookie took a drink from her fresh beer, looking up at him over
the rim of the can.  "I've been told," she stated.  "I don't pay
no attention.  What does it matter?"
  "It matters to boys, Cookie.  Boys like pretty girls like you. 
You ever have a boyfriend, Cookie?"
  "Once."
  "Only one?"
  "Only one I liked."
  "Oh but I bet lots of 'em like you, Cookie."
  "Maybe so," she stated, "but it don't do you no good to get
serious over boys when you're with the carnival and travelin' all
the time."
  "Smart Cookie," he said and then he laughed and took another sip
from his beer.
  "I can't get over your name," he said to her.  "I laughed when
I read the police report, on your father, this afternoon."
  "Officer Sharker's a funny name too," she said, bending and
setting her open beer on the carpet.
  Sharky stood and then bent to the floor, picking up her beer as
he looked down the front of Gina's white blouse.
  "Let me set that on the dresser for you," he said.
  Cookie sat up and put her hand to the neckline of her outfit,
making sure that all the buttons were fastened.
  Sharky watched her for a moment and then he said, "Well, we all
know why we're here, don't we?"
  Cookie, sitting against my left thigh, said, "Yeah.  You want to
see me and my brother do the deed."
  Sharky smiled and I saw his eyes flash that ice-like stare. 
"Smart girl," he said.  "Right to the point.  I like that."
  I took a gulp of my beer now.  It tasted bitter on my tongue.
  "So, how do you want us to do it?" Cookie asked.
  "Well, I don't want you to just do it.  I want you to lead up to
it."
  "Lead up to it?"
  "Yeah.  A boy shouldn't just jump on a girl.  There has to be a
little romance."
  "Romance?" Cookie exclaimed.  "But this is Jack!"
  "So?  Jack is a boy.  He's a gentleman, aren't you Jack?"
  "Yeah," I said.  "I guess so."
  Sharky reached over and took my beer and set it on the dresser
next to Cookie's.
  "Do you usually just jump a girl's bones, Jack?" he asked.
  "No."
  "Well, what do you do, Jack?  How do you get things started--
usually?"
  "I don't know," I shrugged.  "I guess I kiss 'em."
  "You kiss them?"
  "Yeah."
  "Well, do that then. I'd like to see you kiss Cookie.  Get her
in the MOOD, Jack."
  Man, I started to shake as I turned my head and looked into my
sister's familiar face.  It was the oddest feeling that had ever
come over me.  I was scared.  Really scared.
  I swallowed thickly.  My mouth had gone dry.
  "Can I have another sip of my beer, Sharky?"
  "Sure," he said, reaching over and handing me the can.  "There's
another six pack, in the trunk of my car, if you need more."
  I took a long swig, feeling the warm beer burn in my throat as
it went down.  Then I handed the can back to Sharky.
  He set it on the dresser and then he took a step toward us and
got down on his haunches so that he was at eye level with me and
Cookie.
  "Okay now," he said, as if he was directing a movie, "kiss her."
  What else was I to do?  The beer was having a slight effect on
me now and I turned toward Cookie and leaned to her, pressing my
lips against hers.  They were warm and soft and I felt them tremble
a little, against mine, as my eyes stared directly into hers and
she looked widely back at me.
  This, I guess, is what the sports people mean when they say a
nothing result is like "kissing your sister".
  "Is that a kiss, kids?" Sharky said, disappointingly. "Come on! 
You can both do better than that!"
  I pulled back for a moment, looking into Cookie's pretty face,
and then I said, "Close your eyes, at least."
  "Alright," she said, and then her eyelids fluttered shut and I
pushed my face to hers again and pressed my lips firmly against
her own.
  We sat there, like that, for a long minute.  Side by side,
breathing into each other's faces through our noses, with our
closed lips pressed together and our hands on our laps.   And then
Sharky said, "Hold it, kids.  This isn't getting us anywhere and
I'm getting a little ticked."
  I opened my eyes now and turned my face to him.  I could sense
the anger building in his voice.  "Sorry, Sharky," I said.  "But
this just isn't natural.  And it's not easy for us."
  I could see impatience and irritation in his face as he stared
coldly back at me.  "Try it again," he ordered.
  I put my hands on Cookie's satiny shoulders now and pulled her
to me as I parted my lips slightly and pressed them more firmly
against hers.
  Sharky leaned to us and said, "That's a little better.  Open your
lips, Cookie.  Open them for him."
  I felt her lips part and I pushed my tongue to her smooth teeth,
rubbing them, and her gums, with the tip.
  "Open your mouth, Cookie," Sharky directed and suddenly my tongue
was against hers but she squeaked in protest and then pulled her
face back.
  "Shit!" Sharky barked. 
  "Look," I said to him quickly. "I brought something with me that
might help us out."
  "What?"
  "Well, you're a cop and I know this ain't exactly legal..."
  "What is it?"
  I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out the large marijuana
joint that I had snatched from my cigar-box.
  Sharky's eyes brightened as he saw it.
  "God, Jack," Cookie said sarcastically. "You thought of
everything, didn't ya'?"
  "Is this what Cookie likes?" Sharky asked.
  "Well, I don't know if she likes it but I know what it does to
her."
  "Well then.  Let's light that sucker up, Jack!"
  Sharky reached over to the dresser and handed me the matches from
the unused ash tray.
  I lit the joint and took a long toke, holding the smoke in and
passing it to my sister.
  She just looked at it.  "I can't smoke this, Jackie.  I told you
I'd never do this stuff again."
  I let out the sweet smoke, in a long hiss, and then I said, "Sure
you can.  It'll help us get through this."
  Cookie looked at me anxiously and said, "No, Jackie." And she
handed the smoldering joint back to me.
  "I'll do it FOR you, Cookie," I said.
  "What do ya' mean?"
  I took a really long toke from the reefer now, holding it all in
my mouth, and then I put my hands back on her soft shoulders and
pushed my parted lips back to hers.
  "Open," Sharky ordered, and my sister opened her mouth just
enough for me to puff all of the smoke into her lungs.
  I gripped her shoulders more tightly now and pushed my tongue
right into her mouth, licking the surface of her tongue and forcing
her to hold the smoke in.
  "That's better," Sharky stated and then, after about half a
minute, Cookie pulled her face back and coughed and coughed, the
smoke forming a cloud around her head as she did so.
  "That shit's strong," Cookie complained, coughing some more and
waving the smoke away from her with her hand.
  I looked at Sharky and he glanced at me and then we both looked
at Cookie as she closed her eyes and her head bobbed forward and
then she quickly snapped it back upright and, with her blue eyes
wide, said, "Ooh wee!"
  I handed the joint to Sharky now and he dropped it into the ash
tray.
  "Alright now," Sharky said loosening his tie. "Let's try this
again.  But make it a good one."
  "Turn to me a little, Cookie," I said, and she adjusted herself
on the edge of the bed so that her upper body was facing me.
  I scooted as close to her as I could and then I placed my hands
at her warm sides.
  Cookie's eyes were already closed and she was breathing through
her mouth as I leaned to her and formed my lips around hers again
and placed my tongue back into her mouth.
  Surprisingly, Cookie's soft tongue pressed back against mine,
this time, and she began to gently lick at my tongue as she cocked
her head and moved her face so that our lips rubbed softly
together.
  I could feel the blood start to rush to my dick as I wrapped my
arms around her soft body and felt her warm arms entwine around my
neck.
  "Good," Sharky encouraged.  "That's real good.  That's more like
it."
  Cookie pressed her body even closer to me now and I could feel
the twin swells of her breasts against my chest as I held her more
tightly and sucked the sweetness of her warm mouth.
  "Now we're getting somewhere," Sharky said.  "Touch her breasts,
Jack."
  With my left arm around her waist, I reached up between us and
placed my right hand over my sister's left breast.  It was very
warm and firm feeling, under my hand, and I gave it a gentle
squeeze as Cookie's kisses became more passionate, her mouth now
wide open and our tongues out and licking at each other.
  She began panting into my face as my finger's found her swollen
nipple and gently pinched and rolled it between them.
  Cookie moaned into my face and worked her open lips at mine,
wetly.
  "God, Jack!  She likes it.  Shit!  Open her blouse!"
  Not breaking our kiss, and feeling my cock swell hard with
excitement, I used both hands to unfasten the pearly buttons of the
silky, white blouse.  Then I parted the front and placed my hands
over the soft, naked, warm flesh of both my sister's breasts. 
Pressing them against her as I felt her arms tighten their grip
around my neck.
  "Good.  Good.  That's a girl.  That's the way.  Good."
  Sharky leaned forward and put his hands on our arms and then
pulled us apart.
  We both opened our eyes and turned our faces to him.  He was
panting with us and staring at us with his wide, steely eyes.
  "Listen, kids," he said.  This is getting better now.  This is
what I want to see.  But listen to me."  His voice was very
commanding now as we looked at him with dull eyes.  "I'm going to
take care of you kids.  I'm going to do what I promised you.  But
you're going to have to do exactly what I say now.  It's very
important that you follow my directions, from here on out, so that
I can enjoy this.  Understand?"
  We both nodded.
  "Alright.  I want you two to respond to me while we continue. 
If I ask you a question, I want you to answer.  If I tell you do
something, I want you to do it.  Alright?"
  We nodded again.
  "Okay. Jack?  Take your shirt off."
  I moved back from Cookie a bit and pulled my shirt over my head.
  "Okay now.  Cookie, sit closer to Jack.  That's it.  Put your leg
up on his leg a little.  That's good.  Alright now.  Kiss him."
  We closed our eyes and Cookie pushed her open mouth to mine
again, licking my tongue as she wrapped her arms around my upper
body.
  I placed my hands on her breasts again, exploring around their
soft circumference and kneading and pressing them firmly against
her heaving chest.
  "That's good, Jack.  Are her titties nice?"
  "Ummm hummm"
  "Yes, Jack. Squeeze them.  Oh, they look so soft and firm."
  Cookie's tongue was in my mouth now and I felt her arms tighten
at my back.
  "Rub Jack's chest now, Cookie.  Touch him.  Feel those muscles
of his?"
  Cookie gasped as she placed her hands on my chest and clutched
and squeezed at me, nodding her response to Sharky.
  "That's it, Cookie.  That's the way.  Feel his arms now.  That's
it.  Aren't they strong feeling?"
  "Umm hmm."
  "You're both doing fine.  This is real good, kids."  
  Sharky's voice was a distant, far off whisper to me now.
  "Put your hand on Cookie's leg now, Jack.  That's it.  Run your
hand up and down it now."
  I moved my open hand from her knee up to the hem of her skirt and
back to her knee.
  "Isn't she soft, Jack?  Is her leg smooth feeling?"
  I nodded as I sucked at Cookie's sweet, agile mouth.
  Put your hand up her skirt now, Jack.  That's it.  Way up there
on her thigh.  Is it warm up there?"
  "Umm humm"
  "Open your legs for him, Cookie.  Let him feel you up there."
  I had my hand up as far as Cookie's lap, but she still held her
thighs firmly together.
  "Come on, Cookie," he coaxed. "We can get past this.  Come on,
girl.  Open them for him."
  I sucked her mouth harder now.  My cock was a straining pipe, in
my pants, as I felt my sister's thighs slowly part and my hand
dropped down between her legs.  I stroked Cookie's hot, right,
inner thigh now as Sharky leaned down to watch me. 
  "Good, Cookie.  That's a good girl," he soothed.  "Feel her
thigh, Jack.  That's it.  Is it as soft and as smooth as it looks?"
  "Umm hmm."
  "Higher now, Jack."
  I was as high up her thigh as I could go.  My fingertips were
just touching the delicate, bare skin at the juncture of her leg
and her crotch.  I could feel the tickle of her soft, pubic hair
on the knuckles above my finger nails.
  "I want you to touch her pussy now, Jack."
  I moved my hand and pressed it flat against the hot, downy soft
fur between my sister's legs.  Just as I grasped it, I felt her
close her legs, trapping my hand against her hot pussy and between
the soft flesh of her creamy thighs.
  "No, Cookie.  Come on.  We're so close, honey.  I know you want
it.  Come on, baby.  Open your thighs so Jack can feel that pretty
thing."
  Cookie chirped, through her nose, in protest, but I felt her legs
slowly part again and I began to rub my fingers against the soft,
twin cushions of her warm pussy.
  "That's it kids," Sharky cooed.  "Feel his fingers touching you,
Cookie?"
  "Umm hmm."
  "Is she wet, Jack?  Can you feel her?"
  I found the indention, between Cookie's soft pussy lips, and
carefully worked the tip of my finger inside.
  Cookie WAS wet.  Very wet.
  I nodded my head as I continued to kiss her deeply.
  "Good.  Good."
  I traced my finger, slowly up and down, within her slickened
notch, until I found the soft, elastic sheath of my sister's little
clitoris.  I rubbed my fingertip gently against it and, as I did,
Cookie moaned loudly, into my face and her body seemed to melt
against me as her warm, sweet breath rushed from her nostrils.
  "Unzip your brother's pants now, Cookie."
  I continued to gently rub her swelling clit as I felt her hands
move to the front of my pants, undoing my belt and the snap and
then working my zipper down.
  "Alright Jack," Sharky said.  "Stand up and remove your pants."
  I was in a kind of stupor now.  I don't know if it was from the
beer or from what me and Cookie were doing, but I stood up and
removed my boots and pulled my pants down my thighs and let them
fall to the floor.
  Cookie, sitting there with her eyes glassed over, was looking
directly at my twitching cock, panting through her pretty, open
mouth.
  It was hard as a rock, and thrusting out, from my loins, at a
forty-five degree angle.
  Sharky leaned to her.  "Touch it, Cookie."
  She reached slowly out and then grasped my dick with her small
hand.  It was thick enough that her finger-tips and thumb tip could
not meet as she gripped it behind its swollen head.
  "Your brother has a big one, Cookie.  Did you know that he had
such a big cock?"
  Cookie shook her head, causing her blond hair to dance about her
shoulders, her eyes were wide as she stared at what she was
holding.  I could feel it throb in her hand.
  "Stroke it, Cookie.  That's the way.  Yes. Up and down. You know
how to do it.  Is it real hard?"
  She nodded her head.
  "You made it that way, Cookie.  He's hard because you're so
pretty and so sexy and he wants to fuck you so badly.  He wants to
push that big cock, of his, up into your pretty pussy, Cookie. 
That cock that's so hard.  Would you like that?  Would you like to
feel that big thing thrusting way up inside of you?  Your big,
tanned, muscular brother driving himself deep into your body and
giving you pleasure?"
  Cookie closed her eyes as he spoke but kept jacking slowly on my
cock and then she rubbed her hand over the engorged, sensitive tip. 
I could feel it releasing pre-cum.
  "Well?" Sharky pressed.  "Would you?"
  "Yes," Cookie breathlessly whispered.
  Sharky reached over and pulled my sister's open blouse down the
back of her shoulders.  Cookie had to release my cock as she
finished removing the silky blouse.  She was now sitting there in
just the short skirt.  The skirt had ridden up and her bare legs
were still apart so, as I looked down, I could see between her open
thighs.
  Her pussy was as blonde and as pink and as perfect and as pretty
as it had been, when I'd seen it earlier, at the pussy show.
  "Get back on the bed, Cookie."
  My sister stood up and reached behind her to unfasten the clasp
at the back of her mini-skirt.
  "No," Sharky said.  "Just hike it up, like you did in the show
tonight.  I want to watch you fuck in it."
  Cookie pulled the hem of her skirt up and then moved to the
middle of the bed, arranging herself on her back with her arms at
her sides and her legs slightly apart.  The mini-skirt was bunched
around her thin midriff, above the flair of her hips and, below
that, the furry, blond mound of her pussy was exposed, jutting up
from the flat plain of her wide, lower stomach.  I could see the
cleft, through the wispy blond hairs at her crotch.  It looked
moist and inviting.
  Her eyes were closed, as I looked down on her, and she was
breathing deeply and rhythmically, causing her firm breasts to rise
up and down.  Her nipples were swollen and erect.
  I heard Sharky say, "Look at that, boy!  Have you ever seen a
girl as sexy as that?"
  I had to admit it, as I stood there and trembled, "No."
  "Fuck her for me, Jack!"
  I moved onto the bed and over her.
  Cookie parted her legs a little more, to accommodate me, and then
I gently lay myself on top of her, feeling first the warm contact
of her twin breasts on my chest and then my cock as it came to rest
over the furry bump below her taut, lower belly.  Then I was laying
fully on top of her, my elbows on the bedspread, at either side of
her thin waist, and my hands gripping her sides, just below her
armpits.
  Cookie placed her hands on my upper back and we pressed the
cheeks of our faces together.
  I could hear Sharky, unzipping his pants at the side of the bed
as he said, "Put it inside her, Jack."
  I reached down between us and gripped my throbbing hard-on,
maneuvering my hips so that I could find Cookie's opening with my
cock-head.  I could feel the tip, pressing into the warm, slickened
furrow, between her pussy lips, and I rubbed it in there, hearing
my sister softly moan each time my cock-tip massaged past her
hardened clitoris.  Then I detected the indention, at the heated
opening of her vagina, and pressed myself slowly forward with my
hips.
  Cookie's pussy was so small that, as my cock-head pushed it's way
into her, her outer lips were drawn in with it, making penetration
difficult.  I pulled back out, spreading her abundant lubrication
around in her notch, to ease my entry.  Then I worked the head back
into her opening again and I pushed in hard.
  I could feel her hot, tender passage grudgingly giving way and
my cock beginning to slowly sink into her body.  After pulling back
and pushing in a few more times, I was finally, fully within her
and I rested my body on top of her's and tried to get used to the
sensations. 
  I have fucked in my life.  Many times.  I've had more than my
share, in fact.  I've had girls and grown women and whores and
virgins.  But I never, in all my days, ever sank my cock into
anything as soft and as slick and as hot and as tight as Cookie's
incredible pussy.
  As I lay there, and felt her draw her knees up so that her silken
thighs were against my hips, and felt my hard cock baking in her
inner tightness, and felt the firmness of her pubic bone pressing
up against mine, I almost shot my load into her, right then and
there.
  "How does it feel, Jack?"  Sharky asked, excitedly.
  I slowly lifted my face from Cookie's sweet, sandy hair and
looked over at him.
  Sharky was standing by the side of the bed.  He was totally naked
now.  His body was a mass of muscle and scar and kinky, rust
colored hair.
  Clutched firmly, in his large hand, was a hardened cock that made
mine look like a stubby pencil.  He was jacking it slowly as he
peered eagerly back at me and my sister, joined in sexual union on
the bed.
  "It feels okay," I said.
  I looked down at Cookie, as her head reposed on the pillow.  Her
eyes were softly closed and her pretty face held a look of angelic
contentment.
  I reached up and brushed the blond bangs back from her forehead.
  "Fuck her, Jack.  Fuck your sister's pussy now."
  I placed my cheek back at the side of her face and, gripping her
tightly at her slim sides to gather her to me, I eased my ass back,
withdrawing my cock. I could feel the sublime, slickened friction,
of her tight internal passage, as I changed my direction and pushed
firmly forward and then I pulled back and then pushed in and then
back and then in and then back and then in, fucking my sister at
a slow, easy pace and trying not to cum too soon.
  Cookie placed her hands at my sides and pressed the warm cheek
of her face firmly to mine and began to pant in my ear as I fucked
her.
  I felt her lower body start to move under me, thrusting her pussy
up to take in my cock on each, thrilling, downward stroke.
  Cookie was fucking me back!
  "Good," Sharky said.  "That looks real good, kids.  Fuck each
other. Yeah!  Fuck her!  Fuck your sister, Jack!"
  I began to increase my thrusting movements, pushing in as deep
as I could on each forward thrust and Cookie, beneath me, picked
up her pace and stayed with me, grunting and moaning each time my
cock-head pushed deep into her belly.
  I held her more tightly now, gasping down into the pillow as I
reeled from the thrill and fucked faster into the warm, curvy,
writhing body below me.  I could feel the points of her hard
nipples, pressing against my heaving chest.
  Cookie's little, breathless voice whispered, right into my ear
now, "Ooh, Jackie.  Ooh.  Ooh.  Yes."
  "Move your ass, Jack," Sharky barked.  "Fuck your cock into her! 
Fuck that sweet pussy, Jack!  Fuck your sister's pussy with that
big cock of yours!"
  Cookie gripped my shoulders tightly, scratching me with her short
nails, as I increased my tempo and thrust and thrust and thrust my
excited cock, deep into her curvy, little body again and again and
again.  No matter how much faster I went, or how hard I pushed,
Cookie worked her pussy up to meet me, thrust for thrust for
thrust.
  "Do it, Jack!  Do it to her!"
  I could feel her, using her strong legs now to angle her lower
body higher, lifting us both from the bed and changing the degree
of my penetration as she continued to grind her pussy up and
against my quickly pistoning shaft.
  My God, I thought, as I felt my prodding cock going even deeper
into her body, my baby sister could FUCK!
  I was so far into Cookie now, and fucking her with such force,
that I could actually feel the end of my cock, pressing into the
back of her womb, on every inward thrust.
  I didn't know a boy's cock could go that far into a girl!
  Suddenly she cried out and her lower body lurched up at me and
locked and she put her hot mouth to my shoulder and bit me as hard
as she could.
  In sudden, sharp pain (and yet still driven by the force of the
pleasure) I continued to pump and thrust and fuck into her tightly
knotted body.  Cookie's hot, little pussy seemed to grasp and grip
my thrusting cock even tighter as the breath whistled past her
clenching teeth and she squealed loudly and gripped and scratched
at my upper arms.
  Just as the pain was about to overcome me, her teeth let go and
she went limp, all of a sudden, her body dropping back to the bed
as if she had just lost all consciousness.
  Suddenly worried, I stopped fucking her and lifted my head to
look at her face.
  It was a deep, bluish-red and covered with shining sweat.  Her
eyes were closed and her mouth was open and she was panting quickly
and loudly.
  "Cookie!" I urgently called down to her.
  She closed her mouth and swallowed, trying to catch her breath,
as she lay beneath me with her eyes closed and her chest heaving. 
My concern seemed to triple as I raised my upper body from her,
giving her some room and waiting for her to respond to me.  
  Then I saw her blue eyes softly flutter open and she looked up,
for a moment, and smiled.
  "Are you alright?" I asked.
  She reached up and grabbed my ear and pulled it to her mouth and
in a low whisper, she said, "You made me cum, Jackie."  And then
she teasingly added, "You bastard."
  "What's going on?" Sharky yelled. "Why'd you stop?  What did she
say to you?"
  I looked over at him.  He was still holding his massive cock in
his hand.  His red, hairy balls hung limply between his muscled
legs.
  "She says it's getting sore, Sharky," I told him. "I think we're
done now."
  Sharky's eyes went wide.  "Done now?" he yelled.
  "Yeah," I said.  "We did it.  We fucked for you.  That's it. 
We're done now.  My sister's getting sore."
  Sharky shook his head.  "You're done when I TELL you you're
done," he said with rising agitation.
  Maybe it was the effects of the beer or the pot or the sex but
I was becoming irritated with his constant bullying.  I decided to
call his bluff and challenge his authoritarian attitude.  "Well,"
I said, "when's that?"
  Sharky looked perplexed as he stared back at me.  As if he hadn't
considered the answer himself.  "When you cum in her," he finally
said.
  "You want me to cum in her?"
  "Yeah."
  "THEN we'll be done and we can go?"
  Sharky smiled.  "Yeah.  Then you can go."
  "Well," I said, raising my upper body off my warm sister and
holding myself up on my arms with my hard cock still buried deep
in her hot belly, "I don't think I CAN cum."
  "What?"
  "Yeah.  All this worry about my dad and Trooper and Glen is on
my mind and it's keeping me from concentrating on fucking."
  "So?"
  "Well, why don't you do what you said you'd do?  Make that call
and get them released.  Then I can get back to fucking and get a
nut off, in Cookie, for you."
  Sharky just stared for a minute, mulling the situation over in
his mind.  I watched as he let go of his cock and then formed both
of his hands into fists.  His ruddy face seemed to become redder
and redder.
  I had gambled on his losing his resolve and giving in.  Maybe I
had lost...
  "Alright," he suddenly barked and then he turned and walked to
the phone on the dresser.
  I twisted my upper body around so I could look behind me and
watch him as he picked up the receiver and dialed.
  "Mueller?" he said.  "This is Sharky.  Listen.  There's some
papers in my top desk drawer.  The middle one.  Yeah.  I forgot to
take care of them before I left today.  They're release forms for
Trooper, Cutter and Wolodkowicz.  Yeah, the three from the
carnival.  No, Slater and Phelps aren't pressing charges.  Yeah,
Mueller.  Just let them go!  Alright."
  He hung up the receiver and turned back to me.  "There," he said,
"they're free now.  Can we get back to it?"
  I looked back down at Cookie.  Her eyes were closed again.  I
could feel her stomach as it rose and fell, against mine, with her
steady breathing.  My cock, inside of her pussy, was still hard and
throbbing.
  "Do I HAVE to cum in her?" I asked.
  Sharky walked quickly to the side of the bed.  "Yeah!" he
shouted, "That was our agreement!"
  "It's alright," Cookie said, in a calm voice, below me. "Mom put
me on the pill, last year, when she found out about me and Mike."
  I looked over at Sharky.  "Then we can go, right?"
  He smiled.  "Yeah.  Then you go."
  I lay myself back on top of her, feeling the heat and the
softness of her body warming my stomach and chest as held my head
above her and looked into her pretty, tranquil face.
  "Alright," I said and I started to slowly churn my cock into her
again.
  "Good," Sharky said as he watched my ass working my cock in
Cookie.  "That's good, Jack.  Fuck her.  Tighten your ass muscles
as you put it to her, Jack.  Really sink that thing in there.  Yes. 
That's the way!"
  Cookie's pussy was still tight and gripped my cock as I thrust
it in and back and felt my thighs and loins press between her soft,
parted legs and against her firm pubic bone.  It felt so good and
so compelling and yet I wondered, as I fucked and looked down at
her, if I really COULD do it.  If I could have an orgasm with her.
  I mean, this was really screwing with my head. 
  "Come on, Jack," Sharky was saying.  "Do it, boy!"
  Could I lie to him?  Just TELL him that I cum?
  "Fuck her, Jack!  Cum in her!  I want to see it, Jack.  I want
to see your cum dripping from her pussy!"
  I guess not.
  Resigned to my fate, I closed my eyes and began to fuck Cookie
faster, trying to summon that familiar feeling of impending climax. 
But, as good as fucking her felt.  It wasn't enough.  I knew it was
my sister that I was screwing and, something about this situation
was causing me a block.
  "Come on, Jack!  Are you close?"
  I looked over at Sharky, urgently jacking his cock.  I guess the
sick bastard was trying to time his orgasm with mine.
  I shook my head.
  "Dammit, Jack!" he yelled. "Concentrate!"
  "It's not easy," I said, stopping my motion on her.
  "Shit!" Cookie suddenly called out, from beneath me, and I looked
down into her pretty, but determined, face. "I'll get your ass
off," she said, "if that's what it takes to get us out of here..."
  I could feel her thighs spread further apart and she grasped my
ass, pulling me deeper into her as, at the same time, she pressed
her pussy up at me, and used her internal muscles to tighten her
vagina's grip on my cock.
  "Come here," she ordered.  And she put her other hand to the back
of my head and then she pulled my face down to her's.
  Cookie closed her eyes and pressed her lips to mine, thrusting
her tongue into my mouth and sucking and licking and churning her
pretty face at me, giving me the nastiest, sexiest kiss I had ever
received in my life.  At the same time, she began to work her lower
body and fuck her pussy up, under me, from the bed.
  It worked.  I had no control over it as I could feel my cock go
harder, inside of her, and become longer, pressing to the entrance
of that hot chamber within her tight little stomach again.
  I moaned and began to return her sensual, compelling kiss as I
started to thrust and pump and fuck my cock into her with a quickly
building tempo.  She put her hands on my chest muscles now and
squeezed, softly digging her nails in my flesh.
  "Yeah, Jack," Sharky said excitedly.  "Do it in her!"
  Then I felt a strong rush and an electric surge and I screamed
into my sister's sweet, licking mouth as my cock suddenly lurched
forward and began to spew gush after gush of my hot sperm deep into
Cookie's tightly gripping, churning belly.
  As soon as my intense orgasm ebbed, she broke off our kiss,
turned her face to Sharky and said, "There!  He came in me!  Are
you happy now?"
  "Yes!" Sharky screamed out and I turned my face to look at him
too.
  He was standing there, with his eyes closed and his hairy legs
bowed, jacking frantically on his huge cock as thick globs of milky
cum shot, slowly and weakly, from its bulbus tip and impacted, in
loud consecutive drips, on the carpet.
  "Eeeyuuuuu!" Cookie said, in revulsion, turning her head away on
the pillow for a moment, and then she sat up, using her arms and
legs to push me off of her.
  I scampered from the bed, my shrinking cock wet with the sticky
mixture of both mine and my sister's sexual fluids.
  "God!" Cookie said, as she turned to Sharky, "you are one, sick
person!"
  Sharky, his face flushed from his orgasm, looked back at her. 
His eyes blazed and then he pointed at her and said, "Listen,
you..."
  Cookie got up on her knees now, pulling her skirt down over her
thighs. "No," she shot back at him, thrusting her upper body in
his direction, "YOU listen..!"
  Sharky closed his mouth and just stood there.
  "We're DONE here now!  We did what we said we'd do--- what we HAD
to do--  and we're getting dressed and getting out of here right
now!  We're done with you!"
  "Look kid," Sharky snapped back.  "I'm not finished yet.  I want
to see his cum dripping out of you!  I want to see your own
brother's sperm oozing out of your pretty little snatch.  The
evidence of the dirty "deed" that you and your brother did."
  Cookie placed her fists at her hips and her pretty face glowered
at him.  "We didn't do ANYTHING, mister.  Except what we HAD to do
or what we was FORCED to do.  I don't know what all this was
about," she loudly stated, "or what it did for you (other than
getting you off) but let me tell you something... I'm not showing
you anything!  I'm through tossing the privacy of my body and my
morals out the window for tonight!"
  "Morals?" Sharky bellowed. "What morals?  You're a carny girl for
Christ's sake!"
  "Yes I am!" Cookie said, jumping off the bed and bending to
snatch her blouse from the floor.  "And I've been with the carnival
since I was little.  And I'm proud of myself, mister.  And I'm
proud of our carnival and of my friends and my family and my big
brother!   You're wrong about us.  We DO have morals, mister.  We
don't cheat people.  We bring people fun and happiness and good
times.  They seek us out and come to us willingly.  We don't slink
around in the dark and try to force people to do things that we
think are sick and dirty."
  Cookie pulled Gina's blouse on and buttoned it, covering her
firm, flushed breasts, and Sharky stood there and watched her, his
face becoming so beet-red with anger that it made his hair look
pale.
  Then she stooped and grabbed my shirt and pants and boots and
tossed them to me and she turned back to Sharky and said, "And
another thing...  Don't even THINK that this power trip of yours
is going to have any effect on me or my brother.  What you made us
do isn't going to change us, or the way that we care about each
other, one little bit!"
  Cookie turned her back to him and stepped to the door and opened
it. "Come on, Jackie!" she said. "You're taking me to the God damn
White Castle!" and then she walked briskly out, leaving the door
wide open.
  Nervously, I put on my pants and shirt and pulled on my boots,
keeping my eyes on Sharky as he stared at the open door.
  Then I turned and started to walk out after her.
  "Hold it!" Sharky barked and I froze, watching him as he went
quickly to the gym bag and bent to unzip it.
  "I got a score to settle with you," he said, reaching into the
canvas bag.
  I closed my eyes and waited.
  "Well?" he said.
  Not wanting to open my eyes, I swallowed hard, and then looked
at him.  He was standing there in front of me, totally ugly and
naked, with his big dick hanging flaccid between his hairy thighs,
and holding a large wad of money in his hand.
  "What is it?" I asked.
  "It's the five hundred bucks, kid.  The money!  Remember?  Our
agreement?  You let me watch you fuck her and I'm paying up.  It
was worth it!"  Sharky laughed now and shook his head.  "That
sister of yours!  Jeez!  She's a handful!  She was WORTH the five
hundred bucks!"
  I looked at the money in his hand.  The money I had wished for
and needed.  The money to set me up for a real good time, with my
friends, in Indianapolis, just like I wanted.  The money Sharky was
willing to pay for what he had gotten to see me do with Cookie.
  "Keep it," I told him, stepping to the open door. "She's worth
a hell of lot more than that to me."






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Other stories by Emerson Laken-Palmer:

"Digger"
"Ellen"
"Eddie and His Sisters"
"Different Sisters"
"The House of Joy"
"Cristy"
"Lusting For Valerie"
"Tempest"
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