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The Pussy Show
By Emerson Laken-Palmer (address withheld)

***

A brother and sister working at a carnival find out 
what's really important in life. (MF, ped, bg, inc, M-
voy, prost)

***


CHAPTER ONE

I was a wild one when I was a boy. Cocksure and 
swaggering and loaded for bear. I couldn't help myself. 
That's just the way I was.

I was always looking for a chance to bust out and have 
myself a really good time.

And I had good times, back then.

Good times were part of my life. Part of ALL of our 
lives.

You see, back in 1974, me and my family (my ma and dad 
and Cookie) were carny people. We were a part of a 
carnival that traveled through the south, in the winter 
months, and the Midwest in the summer.

I know we weren't what you'd call "high class" people. 
But we always had food on the table (in our trailer) 
and clothes on our backs.

The work wasn't too hard. Well, breaking down and 
setting up the attractions WAS hard but, after that was 
done, it was just a matter of tending to the rides. 
Taking money at the booths. Running the carny shows or 
fleecing the locals at the chance games.

I did it all. I was good at it.

My family had been with Trooper Midway Shows since I 
was nine and my sister was seven. That would be eight 
years at the time of this story. (I was seventeen, 
going on eighteen, when all of this happened.)

When you're with a carnival, the world is made up of 
only two kinds of people: us and them. Carny people and 
straight people. We who supply the fun and games and 
them who come to have fun, play and lose their money.

Carny people and straight people have an unwritten code 
of conduct with each other. We look at them as fools 
and chumps and local suckers and they look at us as 
scum and filth and crooks.

That sounds bad but it works out for the both of us.

It ain't no sin to take money from fools and chumps and 
suckers and it ain't no sin to be pissed off at the 
scum and filth and crooked thieves who fleeced you out 
of your money.

We weren't really scum. At least, we didn't think so. 
Carny people are just a very odd group of folks. We 
seem to find each other and stick with each other 
because we could never fit in no place else. And we're 
a loyal bunch because it's us against them.
       

CHAPTER TWO


Leon also had "Zundar the Lizard Boy".

Zundar was me, or one of the other carny guys. We'd 
take turns. Leon would have us wear nothing but a big 
diaper and he'd smear us, all over, with this mud stuff 
and, when it dried, it would get hard and crack and 
make us look like we had grey scales all over. We had 
to put on this bald-head cap too. Then he'd chain us to 
a stake and have us sit in a dark corner of the tent on 
a bed of straw. We weren't supposed to say nothin'. 
Just sit and let the chumps stare at us. He'd give us 
twenty bucks for workin' the show with him.

Me, Glen, Rob, my dad, and Trooper (he was the owner of 
the Carnival) and his two sons (Nick and Steve) would 
set up and tear down the rides on the midway. We had a 
Tilt-A-Whirl, a Scrambler, a Super-Himalaya, a Salt & 
Pepper (that big thing with the arms that went up and 
down and spun you till you puked); a Round-up and we 
had a Ferris wheel (which was a bitch to set up and 
tear down). We also had about a half-dozen kiddie 
rides.

At the center of the midway were the games and the food 
booths. Dad operated them with ma and Sneaky and Will 
and me and my sister. We had the Rifle Shoot and the 
Ring-Toss and the Ball-In-The Basket and the Dart-
Throw, Skeebo and the Milk Bottles.

My ma did the "Guess-Your-Weight". She was always dead-
on.

Dad worked the caramel corn/cotton candy trailer and 
Gus and his wife Laura sold the Italian sausages and 
burgers and fries.

I worked the rides and the games. I worked the Ball-In-
The-Basket a lot. The baskets were placed, almost on 
their sides, up against the back of the tent. You had 
to toss an over-inflated basketball into one of the 
baskets. It was fifty cents a try to win a worthless 
stuffed animal and, if you won three times, you could 
get a TV set. None of the chumps could see the board 
that pushed against the back of the baskets. If that 
ball hit in any of those baskets, the hard board would 
cause it to bounce right back out.

I had a foot lever that I could push and that would 
move the board back and let someone win. We had to have 
a few winners or the chumps got suspicious and wouldn't 
play.

Trooper always had us let the cops win-- win stuffed 
animals anyway.

Cookie, my kid sister, worked the Ring-Toss or the 
Dart-Throw. She always had lots of chumps gathered 
around her game. She was fifteen then. She had, 
shoulder length, straight, blond hair and bright, blue 
eyes below her bangs. The guys liked her jugs. They 
weren't big boobs. Just regular size tits but she liked 
to wear tank-tops and she didn't like the confinement 
of bras so her nipples would always push out against 
the front of her shirt. 

Cookie didn't like shoes either. She was usually bare-
footed or in sandals and she always wore shorts. The 
change-apron (which we kept the money in) would wrap 
around her thin waist and cling against her rounded 
hips like a short skirt. She had long legs and she was 
thin (like me) and had my ma's facial features, like I 
do. Ma's looks made me look like a kind of a muscled, 
"pretty-boy" back then, but (as so many guys told me) 
they made my sister Cookie look like a foxy little 
knock-out.

I didn't care about all the guys who would hang around 
her booth and try to talk with her as she worked. Even 
though she was slightly built and curvy and pretty, 
that was very deceptive. Cookie could be a mean handful 
if you messed with her or got her mad. Eight years of 
carny life had taught her how to handle herself with 
the drooling local boys. She made them play, if they 
were going to stand around and look at her, and she 
never allowed any fooling around (unless it was her 
idea).

Cookie always held a hardwood pointer that she used to 
flip the rings off of the bottles or unhook a doll, 
from where they hung near the ceiling, when somebody 
won. She could work that stick like a rapier as she 
stood behind the low counter, with one foot up on the 
stand, and ran the game.

She always whacked that stick down, hard on the formica 
top, and yelled, "Abada! Abada! Abada! Three rings for 
a dollar! Ring a bottle and win a prize! Abada! Abada! 
Abada!"

She used that stick once to break some asshole's nose 
when he leaned over the counter to get a close look at 
the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder and copped a feel 
of Cookie's thigh instead.

That dumb bastard would have been better off coppin' a 
feel of a pissed-off rattle snake.


CHAPTER THREE


The cops were called and came but nothin' happened. 
Trooper took good care of the police, wherever we went, 
and everybody, in our whole carnival family, was most 
protective of Cookie.

When we were in the south, we had another attraction. 
An attraction that was our biggest money maker by far. 
It was called exactly what it was: a Pussy Show.

Everybody in the southern, Bible-Belt knows what a 
carnival Pussy Show is but people in the north and the 
Midwest have no idea because we can't do it there.

See, all carnivals, in the south, are expected to have 
a pussy show and they all do. We were no exception.

The Pussy Show was a big tent with a low table inside, 
like a small stage, by the back. Me or one of the other 
guys would stand out front and draw the chumps by 
yellin', "Pussy Show! C'mon in boys! See the thing that 
teases and pleases! See it up close! Only five dollars! 
Pussy Show! So near, you can smell it!"

The chumps would all gather around, leaving their dates 
standing and cluckin' at one another. They'd pay the 
five bucks and walk into the tent.

We had floodlights inside, trained on the little stage.

We could pack the guys into that tent so full that all 
their cocks were up against each others asses as they 
stared at the raised, wooden platform in front of them.

Betty, who was 46 then, or Trooper's wife Rose, who was 
52, would walk out onto the stage, from the flap at the 
back of the tent, and say, "It's time for the pussy 
show, boys!"

Now the pussy show wasn't what you may be thinking. It 
wasn't a strip-tease, girlie, dancing around to music 
kind of thing. A carnival pussy show is a straight-
forward display of anatomy, not a provocative 
performance.

Betty or Rose would stand there and hike their skirt up 
over their thick thighs, while the men watched, and 
then sit right down on that bare stage. Then, without a 
word, they'd lay back, raise their knees, and open 
their legs wide apart while all the men peered forward 
in silence. Then they'd reach down, with their fingers, 
and open up their cunt lips so the guys, sweating in 
the tent, could see right inside their big, hairy 
twats.

There was always one or two gasps, from the men in the 
hushed crowd, as the bright floodlights fully 
illuminated the big, open slit, on full display, in 
front of them.

Then Trooper's daughter Carol, who was twenty and 
stacked and had shoulder length, curly reddish-brown 
hair and sexy legs, would walk in, wearing her spike-
heel shoes and mini-skirt, and the men would gasp out 
loud again.

Carol would stand next to the reclining Rose or Betty 
for a moment, looking around and smiling at the men 
with her youthful, pretty, freckled face, and then she 
would hike that tight skirt right up to her thin waist, 
exposing the pale flesh and curves of her naked, lower 
body, and then she'd sit down next to the older woman 
and lay herself back and then open her creamy thighs 
wide apart and use her slender fingers to spread her 
pussy lips way open for all the chumps to whistle and 
stare at.

I'd peek into the tent too.

Carol had the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. She kept 
her dark bush neatly trimmed and, when she spread her 
cunt lips, she was so pink and shiny inside that the 
light would reflect from her glistening, juicy slit 
above the cleft of her firm-looking ass cheeks. You 
could see the bump of her clit and right into her wet, 
open pussy hole!

The men would gasp again and it looked so funny as 
their jaws hung open and they jockeyed around in the 
hot, musty tent to get a better look at it.

The older woman would now stand up, pull her skirt back 
down, and announce, "Gentleman, that concludes the 
pussy show! Now, if you would please file past the 
stage and out the side entrance..."

And Carol would lift her head and peer, past her open 
pussy, at all the men and smile sweetly at them and 
say, "Thank ya'all for coming to our little Pussy 
Show!"

The men, all sporting huge bulges in the front of their 
pants now, would each walk slowly past the front of the 
stage (on their way out) and take their turns staring 
closely, right into Carol's pretty muff as she 
obligingly held the lips of it apart and smiled for 
them all.


CHAPTER FOUR


Gina, Glen's girlfriend who was 19, would also work the 
pussy show sometimes. Gina had a great body too. She 
had Greek in her background and her skin was dark. She 
had dark, brown eyes and wavy black hair that went 
clear to the middle of her back. Her body was lean but 
wickedly curvy and she had the most beautiful, full, 
kissable mouth.

I really liked Gina a lot but Glen was a muscle-bound, 
crazy-stupid kind of a guy, with a hair-trigger temper, 
and I never wanted to get on his bad side by trying to 
put the make on his girl.

She was friendly though and I talked with her a lot and 
showed her how to run the Ball-In-The-Basket and the 
Dart-Toss booths.

She was nervous the first time she worked the Pussy 
Show. I guess I couldn't blame her.

The gal who used to sub for Carol got pregnant and had 
to leave the carnival in Panama Beach.

I was in Trooper's trailer, helping Rose count the 
previous day's take, when Carol came in and told her ma 
that she had got her period.

"Great!" Rose said sarcastically, tossing her flabby 
arms in the air. "NOW what do we do?"

Carol shrugged and then said, "What about Gina?"

Gina had only been with Glen a few weeks (at that time) 
and she was just starting to learn how to work the 
games and operate the snack trailer and make change. 
She seemed eager to learn all about the carnival though 
and Rose told me to go get her.

I found her sleeping in Glen's camper, while Glen had 
gone into town for supplies, and I woke her.

"What is it?" she sleepily asked as I shook her arm.

She was laying on her side, in the hot trailer, wearing 
only a pink bathing suit top and white, bikini panties.

I stared at the sexy leg she had draped over the big 
pillow; she was hugging, and said, "It's me-- It's 
Jack. Wake up! Rose needs 'ya!"

Gina shook her head and opened her eyes and peered at 
me. "Jackie?"

"Yeah."

"Whataya' want?"

"Rose wants to see you, in her trailer, right now."

I watched her, staring at her curves, as she got slowly 
out of bed and pulled on a pair of faded jeans. Then I 
brought her to Rose and Carol.

I stood by the door as they talked.

"Gina honey," Rose began, "Carol can't work the pussy 
show tonight and we were hoping you'd give it a try 
since Debbie had to leave last week."

Gina kinda blushed and giggled and stared at Carol for 
a moment. "Me?" she asked.

"Sure," Carol said. "You're pretty and young."

"Yeah but..."

"There's nothing to it, honey," Rose stated. "You just 
lay there for a few minutes and hold yourself open."

Gina put her hand on top of her head and looked up at 
the ceiling and laughed. "Oh wow! ME? Do THAT?"

Carol put her arm around Gina and laughed with her. 
"There's nothin' to it, hon! I've been doing it since I 
was 17. Come to the tent with me and I'll show you all 
you need to know."

Gina didn't say anything for a minute and then Rose 
said, "It's a hundred dollars each night for you. Three 
or four nights a month..."

Gina's eyes lit up. "A hundred bucks? Just to show 
my...." (she looked down at the crotch of her faded 
jeans) "...privates?"

Carol and Rose nodded at her.

Gina smiled broadly and shrugged now. "Okay."

When Carol and Gina went to the tent, I followed them 
but stood just outside by the flap.

"You just walk in, wearing a top and skirt with nothing 
underneath. Then you lift your skirt and sit down here, 
next to Mom, and then open up your legs and let them 
see it," Carol was saying. "Nobody touches you, or 
anything, and I'll talk to Glen for you. He won't 
mind."

"What do I do when I lay there?"

"Nothing. Just hold it open so they can see in there 
good. I use a little Vaseline to make it look real wet 
and shiny inside-- like I'm turned on. They love it!"


CHAPTER FIVE


"They love YOURS, Carol. But what about mine?"

"Hmmm. Let me see it."

I heard the sound of a zipper and then silence for a 
few moments and then female giggling.

"Well," it was Carol's voice, "It's a nice one. But 
let's go to my trailer and I'll trim it real pretty for 
you."

I would have loved to see that, but when I followed 
them to Carol's trailer, I found the door was locked 
and the blinds were all drawn. I stood there, by the 
screen window of Carol's bedroom, listening. I heard 
giggling and scissor snipping sounds for a while and 
then just giggles and then it got quiet for a time and 
then I heard the creaking of the trailer springs and 
panting and moaning from the window.

That was a month before the day of this story, when we 
were down in Florida. We were just on the outskirts of 
Louisville now and we'd been set up since late 
yesterday. We were in a large, vacant field near the 
edge of town but close enough to draw both people from 
Louisville and soldiers from Fort Knox which was only a 
few miles away. This was going to be a bonanza for us, 
this stop and the next one could be our biggest money-
makers of the season. But we had to work hard.

That morning I helped Nick and Steve repair the old 
Tilt-A-Whirl and get it ready for us to open at 11:00. 
A couple of the wheel bearings were broken, on two of 
the cars, and it was getting harder and harder to get 
parts for the old, German ride. We had to have them 
sent all the way from Stuttgart and then the post 
office had to find us for the delivery. The two cars 
had been slow and loud for two weeks but, by 10:30, we 
had it fixed and ready.

I washed up and ma made me some lunch but I couldn't 
keep my mind off of the Indianapolis stop we were going 
to make next week.

We were going to be there, as the midway for a church 
festival, for two weeks. And then Trooper was going to 
lay over a week and put all of us up at a motel for a 
little rest. The 500 was going to be run at the end of 
that week.

My family was from Indianapolis. Me and Cookie were 
born there and I had gone to school there. I had a 
couple of buddy's who still lived there and they were 
going to get me into the race and into a pre-race party 
the night before.

Man, I wanted to get away from everyone for a couple 
days and blow off some steam!

What I needed though was some money! Some REAL money. 
Money enough to treat myself and my friends to some 
really high times. And I do mean HIGH!

Yeah, I liked a little weed now and again. And some 
brews too! And some babes! And I needed cash for all 
those things.

Don't get me wrong. I could bag a babe at the carny now 
and again. Sure, I couldn't get Gina or Carol (though 
they liked to tease me once in a while, when they saw 
me walking around with my shirt off) but sometimes I 
could get it on with a "town girl" who's eye I caught.

Well, that didn't happen too often. Parents like to 
keep a close eye on their daughters when carny people 
are around. But once me and Nick got these two junior 
high girls to give us blow jobs to ride the Himalaya, 
for free, all day.

That was wild because we took them into Trooper's 
trailer and had them do us while we sat on the couch 
and, just as I was about to cum into this cutie's 
sucking mouth, my sister Cookie opened the door and 
walked in.

The girls jumped up off their knees and me and Nick 
tried to casually cross our legs and lean forward, with 
our arms on our laps, as Cookie went to the counter for 
her change apron.

"What were you doin', Jackie?" she asked suspiciously 
as she stared at me and fastened her apron at her back.

"Nothin'. Just talkin' to the girls."

Cookie's eyebrows rose. "Talkin'?"

The two girls saw the mean, scornful look that my kid 
sister was now giving them and they rushed past her and 
out the trailer door.

"Shit!" Nick shouted and slapped his knee in 
frustration, keeping his other arm over his lap.

"Yeah, Cookie," I yelled. "We WAS just TALKIN'."

"Hmmm," she said as she turned to go. "Better not 
`talk' in here 'cause I just saw Rose walkin' around 
the grounds and she's lookin' for Nick. I don't think 
she wants any town-girl trouble this stop.


CHAPTER SIX


"I hear Trooper's havin' problems with the sheriff's 
office because of the fix, that Sneaky got into last 
year, when we was here."

"Shit, Cookie," I yelled. "We ain't gonna' cause no 
trouble. You didn't hafta' scare those girls off! 
Damn!"

She laughed, as she went to the open door, and then she 
looked back, as she stepped out, and said, "Don't 
forget to tuck that thing in, before you zip up your 
pants, Jackie," and she closed the door.

I grinned at that memory. I grinned because those girls 
finished suckin' us off, behind the electric truck, a 
half hour later, and they got their free rides.

It was just that Cookie had a lot of nerve, spoiling 
our fun like that. At least she didn't tell Dad or 
Trooper about it. Carny people don't squeal on each 
other. But, damn her! Even though my folks and the 
others think so, Cookie ain't really no angel herself.

She got her cherry popped by some slick lookin' town 
boy in Des Moines early last summer. Oh, but my little 
sister had an excuse for that; she was in L-O-V-E!

In LOVE?

At FOURTEEN?

That's what she told Dad when she pointed this 19 year 
old dude out to him.

Dad was impressed by this guy too. So impressed that he 
and Glen broke both of his arms and tossed him into a 
dry creek bed just before we left town.

Cookie cried, of course. But only for a day. I think it 
wised her up when Dad showed her the pictures... the 
ones, they took from this guy's wallet, of him and his 
wife and kid.

I can't say I ever saw Cookie cry again.

Oh! And I KNOW that she gave it to this other 
screwball, in Chicago, last fall. The one who put the 
butterfly tattoo on her shoulder. He was 22 and in a 
band. She told me later that this creep took her to his 
place and got her high on weed and she confessed, to me 
then, that marijuana made her uncontrollably horny. She 
never goes near it now.

I know that Dad would have actually KILLED that fucker 
if he'd have found out. But Cookie wore a jacket, to 
cover her arm, till we left town and Dad didn't see the 
tattoo until we were in Texas.

He made her clean the Port-A-Johns for two weeks 
though.

When I finished my lunch, I checked my cigar-box stash 
and found I had one joint left from the bag that me and 
Nick scored, in Corpus Christie, last month.

Shit, we was wasted that night!

We scored it from a girl who was the daughter of the 
Baptist preacher whose grounds we were set up on. She 
really liked the muscles of our bare chests and arms. 
The three of us smoked almost the whole bag (on the 
floor in the church nursery) and then I laid her back 
and she let me fuck her, right there on the floor, and 
then Nick fucked her right after I was done.

Getting an unexpected hard-on from that memory, I set 
the cigar-box back in the compartment, under my bed, 
and then I walked out of our trailer and into the hot, 
late morning sun to get ready for opening.

I helped Gina blow up and hang balloons for the dart-
throw booth.

You had to do it just right. You had to stretch the 
rubber first and then blow up the balloon so it was 
just formed and didn't have much air. That way, the 
dulled points of the darts couldn't pop them unless you 
hit them hard and dead-center.

I heard my sister call my name and looked across to 
where Cookie was waving me over to the Ring-Toss.

A large, muscular man, in a white shirt and tie, was 
standing at the counter as I walked up.

"Hi," I said to him. "What seems to be the problem?"

The man, with the short-cut, red hair, square jaw and 
steely grey eyes, gave me a curt smile and said, "The 
problem, kid, is that this game is crooked."

I smiled and looked over at the agitated look on 
Cookie's face as she planted her fists on her hips and 
was about to speak.

I held out my hand and motioned for her to keep quiet.

"Rigged, sir? OUR game?"

"Look at these rings," he said, holding one up. 
"They're barely larger than the tops of the bottles. I 
could hardly PLACE one on a bottle, let alone TOSS one 
and win."


CHAPTER SEVEN


I kept my smile on the man. I could sense that there 
was something about him... Something that conveyed to 
me that he was the heat.

Where was Dad or Trooper?

"Well sir," I said, keeping friendliness in my voice, 
"this IS a game of chance, you know. We can't just GIVE 
these valuable prizes away."

He glanced up at the cheap, stuffed animals and laughed 
and then scratched his nose as he looked down at my 
sister.

"And what about her?" he asked, keeping his gaze on 
Cookie. "How old is this kid? You have to be sixteen to 
work in this state you know."

Cookie started to speak but I cut her off again. "She's 
old enough, sir."

He bit the corner of his lower lip as he slowly looked 
her up and down, his gaze lingering all over her body. 
I could see her eyes blazing as she looked defiantly 
back at him.

"You look like someone...," he said as he shook his 
finger in her face. "Someone I saw in a movie... Jody 
Something..." (He snapped his fingers a few times) 
"...Jody Foster!"

"My name's Cookie," she said icily.

"Cookie's my sister," I chimed in to cut her off again.

He looked at me now. "Yeah," he said. "I can see that."

"My name's Jack."

He was looking back at her now. "Cookie, huh? What kind 
of a name is Cookie? Like as in `one hot cookie'?"

"Her real name is Sylvia," I told him. "after our 
grandmother on my mother's side. But she don't like 
that name and, since she was a baby (when she was 
always fussin' at Ma for one), she's just always been 
Cookie."

"Cute!" he said and then he turned to me. "Look, kid. 
Do you have a gaming license?"

"My dad and his partner, Mr. Trooper, run this show, 
Mister. They have all the paperwork and they've been to 
the county clerk's and sheriff's office...."

"Yeah?" he said. "Well, I'm Officer Sharker. I'm with 
the Youth Bureau of the Louisville police department."

I KNEW he was the heat.

"I may check on those papers," he said, "and I may 
check into your sister's birth certificate."

He looked right into my eyes now. "I would sure hate to 
have to close this place down and put all of you out of 
business...."

"There's no need for that," I told him, "just talk to 
Mr. Trooper. His trailer is right beyond the midway. 
There's a sign on it that says OFFICE."

He laughed now. "Yeah. I been there, kid. I saw the 
papers. But that county shit don't cut no ice with me. 
This is MY area and I run it MY way." His voice grew 
threatening as he spoke but then he relaxed and smiled 
at me. It was an odd, chilling smile though. "I like 
you, kid," he said in a suddenly friendly tone and then 
he said, "I'll see 'ya around!" and me and my sister 
watched him as he walked slowly down the midway.

An hour later, the midway was full of people and the 
rides and games and shows were all up and all making 
money. The hot, southern spring day was alive with the 
sounds of laughter and yelling and banging and the 
metallic whirring and clanging of the rides.

As I stood, barking people to the Basket-Toss, Nick was 
loudly playing Alice Cooper's "Schools Out" over the 
speakers of the fast spinning Super Himalaya, the 
closest ride to the midway and the most popular. I 
could hear his voice, shouting over the speaker with, 
"Do you want to go FASTER?" and then the happy shouts 
of "Yes!" from all the riders.

I liked running that ride too. It's the one with the 
connected cars that follow a tight circle around a 
small, inclined track and the operator can make it go 
faster and faster and faster as the riders scream in 
both fear and delight. The operator sits in a booth and 
plays music over a loud speaker and you can talk, over 
the music, and tease and joke with the riders.

Guys with dates love that ride too because, when you 
sit with your girl, the force of the rotating motion 
causes her to press firmly up against you.


CHAPTER EIGHT


I could see Ma, down the midway, with a good amount of 
chumps at her Guess-Your-Weight booth and a big throng 
in front of the snack trailer and cotton candy booth. 
Cookie, in the center of the midway, was slapping her 
stick down loudly and yelling her, "Abada! Abada! 
Abada!" as the boys pressed close to her Ring-Toss and 
Gina, directly across from me, was talking to a short 
haired, uniformed soldier who was about to toss some 
darts at her balloons again.

The sounds and the sights and the smells of money were 
in the air. Trooper and Dad were going to make a 
killing this week and next. We were all going to do 
well.

But I needed to do better than well.

Well was okay. But the take from the midway booths went 
to my Dad. They were his games. He paid a percentage to 
Trooper and paid Gina and Rob and Sneaky and Will a 
small cut for running them. Me and my sister were just 
given an allowance. We were family and this was the 
family business. None of us, no matter what you might 
think, would ever pocket some cash or cheat Dad or 
Trooper.

I had to think of something else. Something that would 
set me up with a big score. There had to be a way, 
looking at all of these people, still early in the day, 
on a Friday. This place would be packed tonight with 
teens and families and soldiers. All with pockets that 
would be stuffed with paycheck cash.

Steal it?

Hell no! I would never rob anybody. Or pick their 
pockets.

I was no thief! I was a player. A schemer. A scammer. I 
had to come up with a way to get some big money 
honestly.

Well, as honestly as possible, anyway.

But how, damn it?

My thoughts were stripped away as I heard Cookie 
suddenly shout, "Rube! Rube!" and saw her scramble over 
the Ring-Toss counter.

Rube is the carny word for trouble and it meant that 
somebody needed assistance right away.

I looked in the direction that she was running and saw 
the huge figure of Glen, beating the living daylights 
out of the soldier I had seen playing the dart game 
with Gina.

As I started running toward Gina's booth, I saw the 
bloodied soldier go down and my kid sister jumping up 
onto Glen's back and grabbing him around the neck and 
head with her arms and locking her bare legs around his 
waist. Glen began whirling and thrashing to dislodge 
Cookie and get back to kicking the shit out of the 
hapless recruit.

I could also see, out of the corner of my eye, two 
uniformed officers, with their billyclubs in one hand 
and holding their hats on their heads with the other, 
running toward the fray at a full clip.

I got there first and dragged the lifeless soldier away 
from harm as Gina was standing and hysterically 
screaming and Cookie was hanging on and shouting and 
Glen was thrashing and yelling, "Get off me! I'm going 
to kill him! He was touching her! Get off me, Cookie! 
He's a dead man!"

The cops arrived and one of them pulled my sister off 
of Glen while the other one made the mistake of hitting 
him, full force, in the solar plexus, with the end of 
his thick, hardwood baton.

That just made Glen madder and, before I could react or 
do anything, Glen caught the surprised officer with a 
round-house and the cop went flying backward, arms and 
legs flailing, until his body crashed hard to the dirt 
on the midway.

The other cop stepped back and drew his service 
revolver and assumed a menacing, offensive posture, 
holding the gun on Glen, with hands, and yelling, 
"Freeze, or I'll shoot!"

Cookie stepped quickly in front of Glen and, with her 
arms behind her, holding herself to him, frantically 
shouted, "Don't shoot him! He didn't mean it!"

The shouts of RUBE had brought everybody running and 
Dad, arriving at the scene with Trooper, yelled at the 
cop," What are you doing? You're pointing that thing at 
my little girl!" and he stepped up and pushed the 
officer's gun down.

The other cop had gotten up and he hit my dad, across 
the back of the shoulders, with the baton, and my dad 
went down and Trooper punched the cop and....

Well, it was a mess.

At the end of the fracas, more cops had been called, 
Glen was arrested, my dad was arrested, Trooper was 
arrested and Mom and Rose and Gina had all gone into 
town to try and get them released.


CHAPTER NINE


I had to close the Dart-Toss and tried to keep the 
other games, and the cotton-candy booth, open with the 
smaller staff.

When evening fell and the crowds increased, I saw 
Rose's beat up Caddie pull up to her trailer and Rose 
(now alone) get out and step quickly through her door.

I yelled for Cookie to keep her eye on my booth and I 
rushed, through the milling throng, to Trooper's 
trailer and went in.

I found Rose at her desk and in tears.

"What happened?" I asked.

"It looks bad, Jackie," she sniffed. "They got Trooper 
and your dad and Glen locked up and they won't even 
talk about bail until the court opens on Monday. Gina 
won't leave the police station, because she thinks they 
might beat Glen up, and your mother is trying to find 
some help. Nobody can find Carol..."

"Carol?"

"Yeah. She's not in her trailer and nobody's seen her 
all day. We were going to make a lot of money with the 
pussy show tonight... Gina was going to do it... and 
now we have nobody... We're going to have to close the 
show... We're going to lose on the games... We're going 
to have to pay bail money for three people... We might 
have to cancel Indianapolis..."

Rose started to sob loudly again, folding her arms on 
the table and burying her head.

"I'll do it," we heard from behind us, and we both 
turned around to see Cookie standing in the doorway. 
"I'll work the pussy show tonight."

"You?" I exclaimed.

"Yes "me"," she mocked, looking back at my dumb 
expression. "I DO have one, you know."

Rose choked back a sob. "You can't, honey. Thank you, 
baby. But you can't. Your Daddy wouldn't like it."

"Daddy wouldn't want Trooper to lose the money, Rose." 
Cookie said calmly and without emotion. "I HAVE to do 
it. There's nobody else."

She was right. There WAS nobody else. The suckers 
weren't going to pay five dollars a head for a pussy 
show with no pussy.

Rose looked up at me.

"Well," I said, shrugging my shoulders in resignation, 
"I'll run the show and make sure she's okay..."

Rose got slowly up and then, gushing tears, went to 
Cookie and took her in her arms and hugged her tightly.

A half hour later, I was standing at the back of the 
show tent, watching as Betty fussed and fretted over my 
kid sister, pulling and straightening the outfit that 
they had hastily found for her.

Cookie looked very nervous as she stood there, letting 
Betty handle her, tucking one of Gina's silky, white 
blouses into the waistband of one of Carol's black 
mini-skirts and centering the seam at the back.

I can hardly remember my sister ever in shoes, let 
alone the black high heels that they had put on her. It 
made her stand as tall as I was and made her long, bare 
legs, under the short hem of the mini-skirt, look sexy 
as all-get-out.

It was odd, the feeling that suddenly came over me as I 
stared at her. It's hard to describe what I felt, 
looking at Cookie that night. I was nervous and 
somewhat fearful and yet, at the same time, I was oddly 
aroused by the sight (and upset with myself for being 
that way).

"Do you want me to go over the routine again, 
sweetheart?"

"No Betty," Cookie replied, holding her head up and her 
shoulders back and taking a deep breath. "You went over 
it twice already. I got it."

Betty handed Cookie a small jar of Vaseline and Cookie 
looked at it and then she looked at me. There was an 
odd apprehension betrayed in her wide, blue eyes as she 
stuck her middle finger into the open jar and said, "Go 
start the show."

I went around to the front of the big tent, the one 
festooned with the painted pictures of scantily clad 
women in sexy poses.

There were already a few dozen men loitering in front 
of the stand. They were aware of what the tent was for.

I looked at all their faces, as I climbed to the podium 
and picked up the pointer. My feeling of misgiving 
seemed to triple as I thought about all of these 
strangers looking at Cookie.


CHAPTER TEN


The gathered crowd pressed forward around me and the 
entrance to the tent and, seeing this, many others 
began to join the throng.

This WAS going to be a big night, the carny part of my 
brain told me, and I found myself suddenly whacking the 
pointer on the surface of the podium and loudly 
barking, "Pussy Show! C'mon in boys! Pussy Show! See 
the thing that teases and pleases! See it up close! 
Only five dollars! Pussy Show! So near, you can smell 
it! C'mon in boys!"

A sea of five dollar bills appeared before me and I was 
using both hands to collect the money as the eager 
soldiers and teenage boys and farmers and red-necks 
filed past me and into the tent.

When the tent couldn't handle a single person more, I 
stopped taking the money and closed the flap, whacking 
the pointer on the podium three times to signal Betty 
that the show could begin.

The disappointed strangers, who didn't make it in, 
stood their ground, not wanting to miss their front row 
status for the next performance.

I heard Betty, through the canvas of the tent behind 
me, loudly say, "It's time for the pussy show, boys!"

It was quiet in the tent for a few minutes.

I couldn't stand it. My heart was pounding in my chest.

I turned my back to the throng and peered into the 
crack of the closed flap.

Betty was lying on her back with her knees up and her 
legs wide apart, holding her hairy twat wide open as 
the floodlights beamed down and the men craned forward 
as a single, horny animal.

It seemed like nothing at all happened for many long 
minutes more.

I thought I saw Betty say something, lifting her head 
and looking at the closed tent flap behind her.

Then the flap opened and Cookie walked in.

The men in the tent seemed to gasp in unison as Cookie 
stepped forward, losing her left heel, under her foot, 
for a moment but quickly righting herself and then 
standing next to the reclining Betty.

Cookie just stood there, for a long while, with her 
arms limp at her sides and her fingers twitching. I 
could see her trying to smile as her chin quivered 
noticeably and her eyes were wide and darting from face 
to face to face as the men peered back at her in 
excited expectation.

No! That's the wrong thing to do! I tried to telegraph 
to her. Don't look at them, Cookie!

Then my sister reached down and grasped the hem of her 
mini-skirt with both shaking hands and, closing her 
eyes tightly, stood upright and pulled the skirt up to 
her waist.

A deafening, teamed howl went up from the tent load of 
excited men.

I could see Cookie's ghost-white face wince.

I could also see (as could every man in the tent) my 
fifteen-year-old sister's beautiful, light blond pussy, 
right between her curvy, exposed thighs, as pretty a 
pussy as God had ever created.

"Damn!" someone shouted loudly.

As odd as this sounds, (me being her brother and living 
with her, in close quarters, for all of these years) I 
had never seen it before. Had never even given it a 
thought. And now I (and about a hundred other males) 
were staring right at it.

Cookie never opened her eyes as she scooted down into a 
daintily modest, sitting position next to Betty.

From the sick look on her face, I half expected that 
she wouldn't go through with it but Cookie laid herself 
back, opened her sexy legs, and with the men suddenly 
hushed in dramatic anticipation, she reached down with 
her trembling fingers and spread her pretty, perfect 
vaginal lips wide apart.

A loud gasp of awe swept through the crowd and then 
Betty (who had been lying there, holding herself open 
for so long a time) quickly jumped up and yelled, 
"Gentleman, that concludes the pussy show! Now, if you 
would please file past the stage and out the side 
entrance..."

I couldn't take it anymore as I quickly turned my back 
on the tent, breathing hard and unable to focus my eyes 
on the blurred congregation of men who stood, waiting 
in the warm night air, in front of me.

I was shaking. But I didn't know why I was shaking. Was 
it in empathy for the ordeal that Cookie had just put 
herself through? Or was it because I had just seen up 
the perfect, baby-pink vagina of my own kid sister?

The men were coming out of the side of the tent now, 
all with bulges in the front of their pants and all 
commenting, to one another, about the awesome spectacle 
of what they had just witnessed.


CHAPTER ELEVEN


Most of them were going to the back of the long line to 
pay another five and see the show again! In all my 
years in carny, I had never seen so many of the chumps 
do that before!

And so it went. On into the night. Fifteen packed 
shows, one right after another, until the carny closed 
at 11:00.

During the last show, just before closing, when all the 
chumps had drifted away, Nick and Steve walked up to 
the tent and stood, next to me, by the flap.

"How's Cookie doing?" Steve asked, in a concerned 
voice, as I stood there with my change apron bulging 
from the obscene amount of five dollar bills I had 
collected.

"She's holding up," I said. "Seems to be doin' better 
than she was the first show..."

"Everybody's talkin' about it," Nick said excitedly, 
taking hold of the tent flap with both of his hands and 
pushing his face toward the crack.

I don't know why, but I grabbed his hands and pulled 
them from the canvas, just as he was going to peer 
inside.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked me testily.

"You don't want to look in there." I said.

"Yes I do," Nick insisted, pulling his wrists from my 
hands and grabbing the tent flap again as we heard the 
collective gasp from the men inside.

Steve grabbed his younger brother's collar now and 
pulled him roughly back. "No you don't, Nick," he said 
sternly, looking directly into his face. "Cookie's 
doing this for every one of us. She's like our own 
little sister. You don't want to embarrass her, or her 
brother, any more than I would."

Nick bowed his head and then he looked at me. "Sorry 
Jack," he said now, "I guess I just wasn't thinkin'." 
And then he added, sarcastically, "I know YOU never 
took a peek, through the flap, at my sister Carol's 
pussy..."

Steve roughly pushed Nick away from the tent now, 
causing him to lose his footing and fall backwards 
against the podium.

"Our sister's a slut, Nick," Steve said angrily, but 
not loud enough to disturb the show. "Everybody knows 
that! Plus she's a God Damn lezzie! She's probably out 
there somewhere, right now, suckin' pussy! What the 
hell difference does it make? God, you can be such an 
asshole!"

Now Betty's voice came from inside the tent, 
"Gentleman, that concludes the pussy show! Now, if you 
would please file past the stage and out the side 
entrance..."

Steve hauled his brother up and dusted him off and the 
two of them walked away, without looking back at me, as 
the throng of men started filing out the side of the 
tent.

"Thank you for comin' to our pussy show," I heard 
Cookie say, and I started walking toward Trooper's 
trailer to turn in the collected cash.

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.


CHAPTER TWELVE


"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-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?"

"Y-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."


CHAPTER THIRTEEN


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."


CHAPTER FOURTEEN


"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.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN


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.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN


"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."


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


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.


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


"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.


CHAPTER NINETEEN


"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."


CHAPTER TWENTY


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.


CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE


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 hers 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."


CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO


"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."


CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE


"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.


CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR


"Come here," she ordered. And she put her other hand to 
the back of my head and then she pulled my face down to 
hers.

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 bulbous 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!"


CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE


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 
hot little cunt! 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."

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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