"Maybe the living room's too big," Tish suggested. "Let's take him upstairs."
"Tish…" Carol started, a pleading sound to her voice.
"Come on, don't get squeamish now, just when we've got the chance to make a mint."
"Where's Harley, Tish? I won't do it with Harley in the room. I just won't. It's bad enough with you watching. God, it's just bad enough, period."
"You didn't think so last night."
"I did, too. I though it was horrible." she sucked in her breath and closed her eyes a moment. God, I just can't believe this is for real. What would Alec say?"
"Who gives a damn," Tish said gruffly. "You don't need his approval for anything. Fuck him. We've got it made now, honey. Come on, let's get Mr. Green upstairs."
"Where's Harley?"
"I don't know. In the kennel. Probably fucking that Labrador again, Hey, how was it, making your little brother shoot his load all over your ass?"
"Cut it out, Tish."
Tish went towards her and pressed up close. Her hand snaked over Carol's butt, then came around her hip to her pussy and stroked it through the thin dress.
"Got to stoke the fire a little, huh?" she smiled softly, licking her lips, pressing her tits against Carol's.
Carol moaned. She didn't say the nasty word in here mind, because the fire was already stoked. She shivered at the touch of Tish's lust-whetting finger against her twat.
"Hey, we're in luck. He's headed upstairs to explore around. Come on, Carol."
She led Carol up the stairs after the Setter. She coaxed the dog into Carol's room and shut the door. He paced around, then sat in the middle of the floor and looked at then, seeming a little more at ease.
"Here, Greenie," Tish said, holding out her hand. The dog sniffed it and panted, and she petted his sleek head. "Come on, get that dress off. He's tall enough you can just spread your legs and stand up against his nose and let him get a good whiff of your wet cunt."
Carol flushed. "You make everything so delicate."
She hesitated a moment, then she slipped out of her shirt dress and laid it across her bed. The wet spot was still visible on the rump, and there was a stained quality around the edges of it where Harley's sperm had dried.
Tish looked at her naked body as if seeing it for the first time, and made her self-conscious.
"You get undresses, too," she said.
Tish shrugged and lifted her halter up over her head. Her tits jiggled and bounced stiffly on her chest. She pushed her bikini down her legs and off, leaving it on the floor.
Carol stared back. She couldn't get over the bald appearance of her little twat because of the lightness of her strawberry pubes and the thinness of her pelt.
Tish turned the Setter's sleek head and pushed her pussy up against his nose. He turned away and licked his nose and continued to sit. His bushy tail dusted the carpet with big sweeps.
"Come on, fella. That's real cunt you just got a whiff of. Didn't you like it?" She motioned to Carol. "You try. Maybe he'll like yours better."
Carol went up to them. She felt depraved. She took a deep breath and braced her legs apart, pushing her pussy forward until her wet cuntlips touched the dog's damp snout.
He turned his head again, licking his nose. "He doesn't like pussy juice, that's all there is to it," Carol said quickly, turning her body to the side in relief.
Chapter 15
Carol put her hand over her twat as if to cover her shame. But she couldn't keep her fingers still in the wet silkiness of her puffy cunt meat.
"Hey, that it! Flick yourself off and get up a real thick soup of pussy juice, fresh and hot. I'll bet he'll go for that."
Carol snatched her hand away from her cunt. "Tish!" she cried.
"Okay, I will, then, big chicken. Damn it, Carol, this is money. Not only will he be a big fucker when we're through with him, he'll be a damn beautiful dog besides."
She spread her legs and tipped her crotch forward, spreading her cunt lips with the fingers of one hand. She ran her middle finger of the other hand up and down her silky gash, doing it right in front of Carol.
She worked industriously a moment, rolling her clit, sliding her finger up and down her rosy gash, then slipped it into her cunt hole and making it wriggle there.
"Mmmm," she said.
There wasn't much conviction to it. She closed her eyes and fucked her finger all the way up her cunt to her palm, taking long strokes. All the while, she held her puffy cuntlips apart with her fingers letting Carol see everything.
"Hell," she said after a moment. "I can't even get a hard clit going. Maybe I should lie down."
She went to the bed and laid back on it, her legs straight out from the side, her rump on the edge. She worked at her pussy again, her tits pointing to the ceiling and jiggling as her arm moved up and down.
Carol stared. Tish's body was so totally open there was something almost pure and innocent about what she was doing. Carol put her hand back over her pussy and finger-fucked her hole, too. She didn't have any difficulty getting her cunt hot and juicy.
Tish stopped and opened her eyes and lifted up slightly, looking at Carol. Carol snatched her hands away from her trembling cunt again.
"I know how to get my pussy juiced up," Tish smiled, her expression sultry.
Carol didn't like the look of it. "How?" she asked guardedly.
"Come here, and I'll tell you."
"How?"
"You could be a sweet and loving sister to me," Tish smiled. "Very loving."
She pulled her cuntlips wide apart and tipped her pussy up in an invitation for Carol to suck it. She moved her hips from side to side and made the mouth of her little cunt squeeze and pulse.
Carol sucked in her breath. She moaned. Don't do it! she told herself inwardly. Oh, God-resist her for once! Don't suck her slutty cunt!
"Mmmm, hurry, honey," Tish moaned.
"No…" she said weakly, shaking her head.
"Carol."
"No!"
There was a knock at the door. "How's it going?" Harley asked through it. He turned the knob.
"Don't come in!" Carol cried
Too late. He was already in. He looked at his sisters-Tish spread out on the bed with her beautiful pussy all spread open and rosy and bedewed with honey. And at Carol, standing in the middle of the room in naked, tight perfection, her big tits so round and soft, and her ass jutting out in twin melons of firm flesh.
Harley sucked in his breath and felt his cock throb heavily. He closed the door behind him. He was damned if he was going to go out and miss all this!"
"How's it going?" he repeated.
"Harley, get out of my room!" Carol cried.
"Don't listen to her, sweet brother. You stay right where you are. I've got something for you to do. Something you'll just love doing. I know. Darling, you're overdressed."
She smiled sexily. She kept her pussy lips spread apart with her fingertips all the while. In fact, she hadn't made a move at his entrance.
"W-What?" Harley choked, unable to do anything but stare at the beautiful open-lipped cunt he'd dreamed about for so many nights.
"He's pulled his dick sore over visions and imaginings of that pussy. He must have pumped a thousand loads through his prick while visualizing it. Now, here it was, in dark-pink reality right before him, wet and slick and sweet. His prick threatened to rip through his tough Levi's.
"Strip out of those heavy clothes, darling brother, and I'll tell you what I want you to do for me. Come on, Harley. Let your sister see that big prick again when it's not all limp from fucking hot bitches."
"Oh?" Carol drawled acidly. "Has Harley been fucking you lately, Tish?"
Tish looked at her, but she didn't respond. She watched Harley pause for just a moment, then attack his belt buckle as he stared and drooled from the mouth over her spread cunt.