"Oh, Tommy, suck my breasts."
I bent over her as she slumped down somewhat and took her tit in my mouth and ran my tongue over it and sucked on it and bit it lightly and did everything you can do to a tit. Then I stopped and ran my hand up her leg again. I liked this better.
"Get between my legs, Tommy," she urged. "Never mind about getting me hot beforehand. I'm already hot."
"All right," I replied quickly, my heart hammering again, but even more furiously now. "You want me to stuff the old pecker in you?" I said this because I wanted to see how she would react.
She reacted just as I thought. "Tommy, get between my legs and stuff that pecker up my cunt." The way she imitated me made me want to laugh. When she said it, it sounded absurd.
I crawled between her legs as she pulled her panties down on her thighs. I took my dick in my hand and thrust it at her crease. I had no more than got it in than a set of headlights flashed on the car. Taking it out, I zipped myself up and sat over on my side of the seat while she pulled up her panties and smoothed down her dress.
"It's the police, Tommy. Let me handle them. Don't you say a word unless they ask you something." She got out of the car and walked back, apparently, to meet the cop who was approaching from the cruiser.
I couldn't hear what she said to the cop, but she took a long time explaining to him, apparently. At any rate, a full three or four minutes, maybe longer, passed before she came back to the car and climbed in. I hadn't glanced back to look at the cop. I had been too nervous about the whole bit to want to let him see who I was.
She sat still on the seat for a brief moment, then turned on the car lights and the motor. I saw the cruiser drive on and I heaved a sigh of relief.
"What did you tell him?" I asked.
"I just talked to him."
"You must have talked pretty good. He didn't even come to the car."
She laughed. "I have a way with cops."
"Man, you must have. Did you know him?"
"Never mind the questions. Just be thankful I got us out of that mess."
I couldn't really see what mess we'd been in because I knew I could have gotten off her and back on the seat before the cop arrived at the car door, but if she wanted to think it could have been a mess, that was okay with me. It would be okay with me, that is, if we drove someplace else and started all over. I hadn't actually realized how much I'd missed her until now, although I had told her I'd missed her a lot. Now I knew one thing for sure – I wanted to get with her like mad.
"Let's go somewhere else," I suggested. "Someplace where there won't be any cops."
"I'm glad you suggested that. It's exactly what I had in mind."
"Great. Your house?"
"No. We can go to a place I know. It's about five miles from here."
"You mean a house?"
She bit her lips and I could see her face now. "Why did you call it a house?"
"What?"
Again she bit her lips. "Never mind. I don't know what I'm talking about."
I was puzzled by her remarks. "Let's go," I said. "I'm ready for you right now."
"Let me ask you something. Do you know where your sister is?"
"Sure. She's at the football game, sitting on the other side of the field with a girlfriend."
"No."
I stared at her. "What do you mean? I ought to know. I walked to the stadium with them."
"Elly is with Basil by this time, Tommy."
"Basil?"
"Yes. He followed her to the game just as I followed you."
"No kidding?"
"Yes. I might as well admit it to you. You see, my brother and I are in the film-making business."
"Movies? Is that what you mean?"
She nodded and backed the car out of the field and onto the road. When we were in motion, she spoke.
"Basil and I want you and Elly to do a scene in our next movie."
"You're kidding."
"No. We have the camera ready, the location picked out. All we need is you and Elly to do the scene."
"What's the name of your movie?"
"For the time being we're calling it 'The Siblings'."
"What's that mean?" I asked, and it seemed to me that I had asked the same question before.
"Means brother or sister."
I nodded. "Oh, yes. I remember the word now. What's the movie about? I mean, how do I fit into it, Elly and me?"
The car moved ahead at a faster clip now. "You two do a scene in it. A very important one. That's what the movie is all about – a brother and a sister."
"But we don't know anything about acting."
"You know how to – make love – don't you?"
"Huh?"
"You and Elly," she said. "You're going to be all naked and on a bed and…"
"Wait," I said coldly. "I'm not doing anything that nuts, not in front of a camera. Neither is Elly. I won't do it and I won't let her do it. You must be crazy."
"I'm sure," she said smoothly, "that Basil and I will induce you to do the scene."
"What makes you think so?" I asked, getting hot under the collar.
She reached over and patted my knee. "Now, don't get upset and mad. It's all going to work out fine."
"Where is Elly?" I asked. "I mean, is she with your brother?"
"I would imagine so. I saw her leaving the stadium with him just prior to my speaking to you."
"You planned all this?"
"Of course." She gave the wheel a twist and the car went to the right. I saw there was a fork in the road, and we were now on the right-hand prong. She slowed the car down and drove about a mile before turning off to the right again. We entered what was almost a wide path through a woods and drove along it for about a half a mile. She stopped the car in a clearing and left the lights on. "Go up to the house." She pointed and I saw a building, but not clearly. "Wait for me. I can't drive the car any further. Might get stuck. I'll leave the headlights on so you can see."
"Is Elly here?"
"I don't know if Basil and Elly have arrived yet, but I should think so. We'll go inside and see."
"I don't see his car."
"He always parks it off the road behind those bushes."
"All right," I said reluctantly. "But Elly and I won't do that scene."
"We'll talk about it when we're all inside."
"Let me ask you something, Mrs. Devine. If you picked me up to bring me here for that, why did you stop and park? It doesn't make much sense."
"I – er – wanted to give Basil enough time."
"For what?"
"He – er – didn't say."
I knew there was something crazy going on but couldn't figure out what. I got out of the car and walked toward the house, then stopped and waited for her. She came along a few minutes later after she had doused the car lights. I could see her faintly by the moonlight – there were no lights on in the house that I could see.
"I don't think they're here. Let me take your arm and we'll go inside and find a light."
She took my arm and pinched it hard in a certain manner. Pain shot up my arm and down my shoulder. I had to fight to keep from hollering. She kept on pinching my arm for a long moment and then released it. The pain had been too bad for me to jerk away from her and now my arm seemed paralyzed.
"What's wrong?" she asked quietly as we moved along the yard.
"My arm – you must have struck a nerve," I gasped.
"Oh, does it hurt?"
We were apparently nearing the front door, though I could barely see the house. "Y – Yes," I gasped. "It hurts like hell."
She moved away from me and I could just barely see her opening the door. She came back to me and took my arm again, but more gently. "Step inside. I have a couple of pills that will ease the pain."
I nodded, grimacing, and stepped into the house. There was a dim red light burning at the opposite end of the hallway. She opened a table drawer, took out a bottle, and unscrewed the cap on it. Removing the pills, she handed them to me. I reached out my hand to take them, but the pain was too intense to let me use that arm, so I took them in my other hand and placed them in my mouth.