"I was just telling Amy," Roberta said, "that I don't mind her company. In fact, you and I can spend more time together than usual. If you weren't here, he wouldn't be taking time off."
"Still, I feel like I'm going to slow you up."
"Look, Sis," Les said earnestly, taking her hand in his, "You get that out of your pretty head. You won't cramp us at all. I'm glad you're here. We never go many places…"
"Except to bed," Roberta interjected.
He gave her a hard look. "… where you're not welcome."
Amy giggled. "You mean I wouldn't be welcome in bed?"
"Amy!" Les blurted.
"Well, the only time we'd be cramped is Tuesday nights at the Pit," Roberta said nonchalantly. "But hell, it won't kill us to miss one night."
"What's the Pit?"
"What'd you say that for, Berta?" Les demanded angrily.
"Because it's true," Roberta answered. She turned to Amy. "A swingers' club. That's where Les and I met."
"Berta!"
"Cool off, Les," Roberta answered. "Your sister is no nun. What are you afraid of – that she'll tell your folks?"
"But…"
"I think that's neat," Amy said, munching some toast. "But listen, you guys go ahead, Tuesday. By then, I'll probably need a night off just to rest. Yesterday tired me out with all that walking. I'm not used to it."
Les glared at Roberta and slowly simmered down, realizing that the damage was done and that his sister evidently didn't think it was anything worth further discussion.
"That reminds me," Roberta said. "Les, your sister needs some decent shoes. The ones she had are no good for walking. And did you hear the weather forecast? It's going to be eighty-five or ninety over the next few days. I'll bet she doesn't have any really light weight clothes."
"Is that right?" Les pulled out his wallet and peeled off a half-dozen twenties. "Here, take Amy shopping and get her what she needs." Amy's eyes were bulging at the roll of bills. He laughed. "Business is very good." Les sold videocassette systems for home use.
"You finish breakfast and get dressed, Amy," Roberta said. "And then we'll spend the morning helping your brother lighten his wallet… just us girls."
As they left, later, Les was kiddingly muttering that Amy had come to stay there and he'd been worried about leaving her alone, but now he was being left alone.
The two females stopped at Roberta's apartment. As she changed clothes, Roberta explained her plan. Amy laughed out loud at its simplicity. Roberta was going to keep turning Les on with fantasies of him making it with his little sister. He would have to look for excuses to get away from Amy just to avoid the temptation.
But Roberta wasn't telling the sexy little teenager the truth about her plan.
On the way back from a whirlwind shopping tour of the major stores, Amy fell into conversation with a personable young man on his way to work. He was an airlines reservations clerk and would be getting off work at six. He asked her to have dinner with him. Roberta assured Amy she could arrange for Les to let her loose for the evening, but she'd probably have to be back pretty early. "She's staying with her brother, and he's kind of paranoid about her," Roberta explained.
The young man – his name was Al – then asked how old Amy was. Amy lied and said seventeen. He believed her. "Well, that's age of consent in this state. Have we got a date or not?"
"Sure." Amy knew Les would go nuts if Al, who looked to be Les' age, called on her. "I'll meet you, uh…"
"Under the clock at the Biltmore," Roberta said, then laughed. "Why don't you meet under the clock in Grand Central?"
"Fine with me," Amy said, and they made the date for six-fifteen. As soon as Al was gone, Amy asked Roberta how she intended to get Les to let her loose.
"Simple." She stepped into a public phone booth and made a call. "Les is going to think it's all on the up-and-up. He's going to think it's a double date, but at five o'clock he'll get a call. Maria is going to call and invite us over. There is no way he's going to turn that down. For one thing, Les really gets off on Maria fucking with me. For another, I'm going to wheedle him into letting you have a night to yourself if you promise to be back by midnight and tell him where you'll be in the meantime. Simple?"
"Simple."
And so it was to be done.
Roberta didn't tell Amy that Maria bore a strong resemblance to her, at least through the face.
By the time she left the restaurant, Amy was feeling more than a little high. She wasn't used to drinking and she'd had a Tom Collins before dinner, two wines during dinner, and sherry after the meal. Al was friendly, cheerful, and personable. While they'd ridden the crowded elevator down from the skyscraper-top dining room, she'd been pressed into him and had felt a rigid prick throbbing within his trousers.
Al suggested a horse-drawn carriage ride through Central Park. Amy agreed readily. She was a little dizzy.
Once the hansom moved into the shady paths of the park, Al moved in on her with a vengeance. One moment, Amy was settled back comfortably against Al's chest, her head resting on his shoulder, and the next moment their mouths were glued together, tongues flickering back and forth. He moved his hand up over her indrawn stomach to cup one firm tit through her tapered blouse. Amy moaned into his mouth as he found her stiffening nipple and rolled it expertly. Her arousal was fueled by the awareness that the hansom driver was only a few feet away from them. All he needed to do was turn and he'd see the unambiguous movements of Al's free hand beneath the blanket that had been spread across their laps to protect them from the cool night breezes.
Amy lay back and accepted all the pleasures Al's knowing hands could bring her. She contented herself, for the moment, with merely rubbing his hard prick through his pants. The booze in her blood and the excitement of what she'd heard and seen in her brother's bedroom the night before made her pussy drool and clutch hungrily for cock!
Al was working one hand up under Amy's indecently short skirt. She let her willing thighs open wide for him, savoring his finger-touch as it climbed up her legs towards her starving cunt. Now, finally, she unzipped him. She reached inside to fish out his stiff prick. Her hand closed on his cockshaft and began pumping steadily up and down. At the same moment, he worked one finger past the leg band of her panties and began massaging her cunt lips. Her hips twitched, and the muscles of her firm asscheeks convulsed as he brushed her clitoris. Finally, he pushed his finger into her almost hairless cunt. She groaned again, this time louder, as she felt that single finger forcing apart the walls of her slick pussy. Her hand moved faster on his prick.
"Suck me," he whispered into her ear. "Suck me, baby."
Amy was willing to cooperate. She let herself slide lower on the seat, resenting only momentarily the removal of his finger from her cunt. She knew that once she was done sucking him, he'd be as hot as she was to jam his finger all the way into her steaming cunt.
With a sudden movement, Amy slipped her head under the blanket. To a casual observer, it might have looked as if Al were alone in the hansom. Amy was almost prone on the seat beside him.
She licked at the sides of his prick, savoring the sweaty, musky taste of it, treating his cock to a tongue bath before dropping her parted lips over the pulsating cockhead. Her lips remained parted as she heated his sensitive prick with her breath. Her mouth basted his thick cock with saliva, applying the saliva with a swirling, delicate touch of her tongue.
Then she clamped her lips tightly about his prick. She lowered her head slowly, then raised it back up – and suddenly she jerked her head up and down on is prick as fast as she could. She was sucking his cock as if she hoped to get nourishment from it – cock nourishment for her starving pussy!