Dave stared back, mouth dry again, which made it unable to speak. He grinned and nodded. Then he watched as she climbed in her car and pull away.
At the stop sign on the end of the Bennett's block, conveniently out of sight from their house, Stacy Marie came to her proper driving procedure stop. Both hands gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles had turned a blazing white. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THAT BITCH!
Then, she started beating the hell out of the steering wheel with clenched fists and screamed/squealed this time, at the top of her lungs, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THAT BITCH!"
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While they were at Burger King, where they stopped for lunch, Kara explained to Hayley about the 'manager'. Hayley's reaction to the idea was to erupt into giggles. She also decided that it might be fun to play along with the charade, if she could figure out how she could play.
When they climbed back into the Land Rover, Hayley leaned forward between the two front seats. "Wake me when we get there."
Jack smiled at Hayley's playing and responded with a dry, "Yes, ma'am."
Hayley broke into another fit of giggles and went back to her 'sprawled across the backseat' sleeping position.
About twenty minutes down the road, Jack looked in the mirror to find his little sister sound asleep. "I could never figure out why she goes right to sleep whenever she's in the car on a trip," Jack observed.
"Always has," Kara replied. "Besides, you gotta cut her some slack. She had a big night last night."
Jack glanced over at Kara, intrigued. "Oh, yeah? How's that?"
Kara twisted around to look at Hayley, making sure she was asleep. Then, "If I tell you, Jack, you absolutely cannot let her know that you know."
Jack grinned, anticipating the tale. "This is going to be good, isn't it?"
"Do you promise?" Kara asked seriously.
Jack held his right hand up like was taking an oath. "Scouts honor."
"You weren't in the Scouts, Jack."
"Damn, I didn't think you'd remember that."
"Promise?" Kara asked again.
"Fucking hell," Jack laughed. "Yes. Just tell me!"
Kara was silent, running the final debate through her mind on whether or not to actually tell him. "She, uh, had her first girl on girl experience last night."
"What?" Jack exclaimed, snapping his eyes over to Kara. However, he unintentionally turned the steering wheel as he did, and swerved onto the shoulder of the interstate.
"Jack!" Kara warned.
Jack looked back out at the windshield and realizing what was happening, jerked the wheel back sharply to the left. The sudden forceful jolt caused Kara to lose her hold on the large iced tea she was holding. It tipped back towards her, soaking her shirt.
"OH SHIT!" Kara yelled. "OH FUCK! It's cold, oh my god it's cold!"
Kara flung the cup out the window, and, as quick as she could, grabbed her t-shirt and peeled it off.
Once the vehicle was steady again, Jack glanced over at Kara. She turned an tossed the wet shirt into the floorboard behind the driver's seat. Jack glanced at the road to make sure he was still driving straight. Then, took another lingering glance at his sister.
Having removed her t-shirt, Kara now sat there in her black bra and charcoal pleated skirt. Jack thought the bra material was sheer enough to be see-through, but looking closer, realized that he couldn't see her nipples.
Kara caught Jack's gaze and grinned. "If you wanted to get my shirt off, Jack, all you had to do was ask." When he looked up to her eyes, she gave him a wink.
"I'm sorry," he pleaded, "but I just wasn't prepared at all for that."
"Yeah, I got that," she let out with a sigh.
Jack glanced back down to her breasts, then down to her skirt and thighs, then back up.
"Not gonna put another shirt on?"
"Can't. They're all in the back," she answered.
Kara caught Jack with a grin on his face staring ahead, eyes on the road. "I could take the bra off too, if you wanted."
Jack looked over at her. She had a sly grin on her face, enjoying the situation. He gave a quick glance again over her tight body. "No," he decided, "leave it on. It looks good. That whole ensemble looks good."
Kara leaned over and kissed Jack on the cheek. "You're sweet, Jack," she said, quickly adding, "driving skills aside."
"I already said I was sorry."
"I know, I know. That was the last one. No more comments," Kara promised.
Jack was quiet for a minute or two. Then he asked, "Who?"
"What?" Kara asked, not comprehending what Jack was asking.
"Who was the other girl?" he clarified.
With a sheepish grin, Kara looked at Jack. "Me."
"Fuckin' hell," he spat out, looking over at Kara with the look of shock on his face.
"It's true. We were down the beach from the party, both feeling the Ecstasy. It just sort of happened."
An image of Hayley and Kara together flashed in his mind. A bulge sprang up in his shorts, which didn't go unnoticed by Kara.
Well, that got him excited. Kara looked into the backseat. Hayley was still sound asleep. Kara leaned over on the console, her upper body moving closer to Jack.
"That idea turned you on, huh, Jack?"
Kara slid her hand over onto Jack's thigh and up to his zipper.
Fucking hell, what is she up to?
"Our baby sister has the softest skin. You should feel it, Jack." Kara pulled the zipper down and snaked her hand into his shorts.
Whoa, her hand is soft.
Kara found his growing cock and wrapped a few fingers around it. "You never know, Jack, down here, maybe you'll get to."
Kara maneuvered and pulled his cock out through the open zipper. Wrapping the rest of the fingers on that hand around it, she started slow, long strokes up and down his pole.
What has gotten into her? Not that I mind. At all.
"Her tits are so perky and firm, Jack. And those nipples, oh, I could suck on them all day," she said in a throaty whisper. She sped up her rhythm on his stiff shaft.
She is actually giving me a hand job. Fucking hell, Jack, do not let yourself lose control of this vehicle.
"And then I kissed down her tummy, and her body shivered under my kisses." Stroking faster, harder.
"My tongue got down to her pussy. God, Jack, she was so wet." Kara leaned to put her lips right up to Jack's ear.
"Hayley smelled so good all wet like that. Then, when I shoved my tongue into her, I found out that she tasted even better."
Fucking hell, that's hot. Oh shit, I'm gonna cum. Jack, you have to keep this vehicle straight. No matter what.
"Our little sister was so tight, Jack, that I could barely get two fingers into her."
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
"And when she came, Hayley shoved my face right into her hot little pussy and ground her clit against my tongue. She clamped down on my fingers with her tight little tunnel and came right on my face, Jack."
Oh, shit. Oh, shit......FUCK!!!!!!
Jack erupted, shots of the gooey liquid shooting up his chest, landing on his shirt. The last few squirts fell onto Kara's hand, still milking her stepbrother's cock.
Taking deep breaths to calm himself back down while Kara cleaned the cum off the head of his member and worked it back into his shorts. Kara looked behind them. Hayley was still asleep. She settled back into her seat. Jack looked over at her. Without saying anything, she raised her hand to her lips and made a little show of licking the cum from it.
"Can you hold the wheel for a second?" Jack asked his sister.
"Sure, okay. Why?"
"This shirt is coming off." Kara held the steering wheel steady while Jack swiftly took his shirt off. He handed it to Kara, who, in turn, tossed it with her shirt in the floorboards.
Jack took back control of the steering wheel with his left hand, while he dug in the console compartment and pulled out a prescription bottle. He opened the lid and dumped a couple of Xanax's into his hand, then popped them into his mouth.
Kara giggled. "You're like House."
Jack chuckled, "Yeah, other people have pointed that out to me too. Want a couple?" He reached it over to hand to her. She grabbed it, got herself two pills and put the lid back on the bottle. This time Jack just went ahead and put them in his pocket instead of the console. He had a feeling he might need to have them on him as much of the time as he could.
"Cheers" Kara said, tossing the pills back.
A few minutes later, Jack looked over at Kara. Kara looked into his eyes. Seeing the question he was trying to answer in his head, she answered: "because."
Because? What does that mean, 'because'?
His questioning look told her he still was waiting for a reason. Kara sighed. "Because. Because I wanted to yesterday in the pool house. Because I wanted to last night in Debbie's bedroom."
Okay...
"Look," Kara began to elaborate, "I'm of the mindset to treat this week as a vacation from who we are. This week you're a musician, I'm your manager, and you have no girlfriend to worry about. I think it'll be fun. And since I'm not your sister this week, I took the opportunity to do something I couldn't do before. Does that make any sense to you?"
Jack managed a little nod. "Fair enough." He took his right hand from the steering wheel and reached across, patting the inside of Kara's left thigh. She smiled back at him. Then he returned his hand to the wheel.
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"Alright, Hayley," Kara said loudly, shaking Hayley, who was still asleep in the backseat, "get up. We're here."
Hayley slowly stirred awake, rapidly blinking her eyelids, adjusting to the sudden brightness. She saw Kara leaning between the two front seats. What's wrong with this picture? Figuring it out, Hayley asked, "Where's your shirt?"
Kara looked down, then smiled. It hadn't really occurred to her anymore that she hadn't been wearing one. "On the floor in front of you," she answered. "Jack swerved kinda hard and my tea spilled all over me."
"Oh," Hayley accepted, not needing further explanation.
"Jack's in there registering and getting the keys and stuff," Kara explained.
"What time is it?" Hayley asked as she sat upright.
"About 6:30."
Jack appeared and got into the driver's seat. He handed the stack of forms to Kara. "Put those in the glove box," he said. He looked in the rear view mirror at Hayley as he shifted into reverse. "Morning, Hayley," he said sarcastically. She stuck her tongue out at him and smiled.
He backed out of the parking lot and turned onto a gravel drive path leading through a small palm grove. "We're in the last one. Number 13."
"Thirteen?" Hayley chimed in. "Isn't that bad luck?"
"It can be good luck, too," Kara stated, throwing Jack a wink. "Haven't you heard 'lucky thirteen' before Hayley?"
"I guess," Hayley admitted apprehensively.
"Well," Jack began to elaborate a little, "it's a hundred yards from the nearest cabana. I think that's a bit of good luck."
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Debbie's eyes flashed over to the front door of the beach house at the sound of knocking. Stacy Marie was peeking in through a pane of glass, and smiled and gave a little 'it's me' wave when she saw Debbie notice her. Not wanting to get up, and seeing no real need to, Debbie waved her hand up, waving Stacy in.
"Hey," Debbie said as Stacy Marie walked in.
"Hey, Ebb," Stacy Marie replied, using the nickname Jack had written on the note. Debbie looked at her, confused at her use of that name. "Oh, sorry," Stacy said, feeling the need to respond to the look she saw on Debbie's face. She took a seat beside her on the couch. "I saw it on that note that you dropped, and thought it was cute. Fitting."
Debbie stared at her for a little longer, which made Stacy Marie a bit nervous. No one has ever called me that except Jack. Cute. Fitting. If it was any other time in her life, she might have objected. But hearing the nickname and the mention of the note Jack left just reminded her of Jack and the note he left. Besides, Stacy Marie had been nice to her, and cool about this morning. It looked like she and Sully would be getting along well for a while, at least, so she'd be around. Plus, it had been so long since Debbie ha had someone to call a friend. Be a friend. I can tell that she actually wants sit with me, talk to me, maybe even hang out. Friends use nicknames.
Debbie's straight-faced stare morphed into a smile. "Jack's the one who came up with it," she explained. "He's the only person who's ever called me that." She paused for dramatic effect. "But I suppose it sounds okay when you say it too."
Stacy Marie started giggling. "Ok, good. You had me worried there for a moment. I thought I had crossed a line."
Debbie joined her in laughter. "Do you have a nickname? Any boy ever give you a pet name?"
Stacy Marie shook her head. "No. Hayley calls me Stacy Marie. Your brother calls me 'sexy', but I don't think that counts."
Debbie laughed some more. "No, I don't think it does," she agreed. "Too bad, though."
Stacy Marie looked at Debbie thoughtfully. She's trying to bond, be my friend. Okay. She has absolutely no idea. No idea what she is taking from me. She smiled, and said, "You could call me 'Marie'."
"Marie?"
Stacy Marie nodded slowly. "Yeah. I always thought 'Stacy Marie' sounded like a mouthful, too formal. Everyone who doesn't want to say the whole thing always just says 'Stacy'. But if you wanted, you could call me Marie."
Debbie smiled appreciatively, her eyes misted slightly at the gesture. "Okay," she agreed, "Marie."
"Okay."
"Well, Marie, now for the bad news."
What? Bad news? Stacy Marie got a worried and confused look on her face.
Debbie finished. "Jon isn't here. Won't be back till later."
Stacy Marie let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Damn, you had me worried there for a minute. Bad news. I thought someone died or something."
Debbie laughed a little at Stacy's admission. "You're welcome to hang out with me while he's gone. If you want."
Stacy Marie thought as she looked at Debbie. Oh this is too easy. Then she looked at the tv, and a moment later, settled herself back into the couch. "Okay, Ebb, what are we watching?"
Debbie smiled and adjusted herself into a more comfortable position as well. "A Dateline. I am addicted to this channel. It's all crime documentaries."
Stacy Marie nodded in interest. "What's it about?"
Debbie explained the case: A boss was being accused of sexual assault by his female employee. Apparently, on a convention trip he got drunk at a bar and she was giving him a lift back to his hotel. They stopped at a liquor store because he wanted more alcohol and she asked him to get her a bottle of water while he was in there. When she got it, the water had a salty, bitter taste so she tossed the bottle out the window. The next time she has any conscious memory, it's about six hours later and she's lying completely naked in her boss's hotel room bed and he's no where to be found. She could feel that her body had had sex. At the hospital, she tested positive for an insane amount of GHB. The cops were assuming that's why the water her boss gave her tasted salty.
"The guy looks like a total sleeze," Debbie commented.
"Yeah, I think I'd have to be drugged to fuck him, too," Stacy added.
The girls erupted into laughter.
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"Wow," Kara breathed upon entering their cabana. "Mom sure knows how to pick them."
They were standing in a large, open lounge/kitchen/dining area. Straight ahead on the back wall was the door that led out to the beach. To their right was a wall with three doors leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom. Above their heads, to the left, was a loft with its own private bathroom.
The cabana was decorated in that light, airy island feel. Furniture made of tropical hardwoods, bamboo and rattan. Couch, loveseat, and chairs all with overstuffed cushions.
Kara walked to the farthest of the three doors, the one closest to the back door. Sticking her head in, she called out, "I'll take this one."
"I got the other one," Hayley quickly spit out.
"And I guess that leaves me with the loft?" Jack asked, faking irritation.
Hayley looked up at him with her big, 'pretty please' eyes. Jack gave a little laugh, "Yeah, okay."
Hayley chirped a "Yay!", and gave him a big hug.
"You know that one of these days that pouty look isn't going to work anymore," Jack teased.
"It worked today, though," Hayley replied, grinning up at him.
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Hayley couldn't find the tanning oil that she thought she remembered packing. She had been rushed though. Then something occurred to her. Her sister was a model. One that just got back from a session on some island. Kara was bound to have some. Hayley decided to raid her sister's stuff. Kara was out on the beach at the moment, but she wouldn't mind.
Walking back out into the living area and turning to Kara's room, Hayley could hear Jack up in the loft. She thought about their conversation at the Burger King and the 'vacation' idea that had resulted in Kara being transformed into a non-relation musician's manager. What did that mean for Hayley?
All of Kara's things were lumped in a pile as organized as thrown items could be as they landed on a bed. Hayley pulled Kara's makeup case from under a giant suitcase and an equally awkward carry-on.
The oil was easy enough to find. What interested Hayley more was a little plastic baggie stuffed in one of the pockets next to the little built in mirror. Little white pills. Hayley knew exactly what they were. They had made her night last night at the party.
Debating for a moment, Hayley reached out in a panicked "hurry-up-before-you-get-caught" type of cat-like grace and eased two of the pills from their package and into her hand before she heard, "Hey, what's up?"
Hayley immediately shoved the tablets into her pocket as she spun like a ballerina to see that Kara had returned and was now standing in the doorway. "I left my tanning oil at home."
"So you're stealing mine?" Kara teased.
"I'd prefer the term 'borrowing'."
Kara laughed. "Whatever." Then, she added, "Borrowing some X, too?"
Hayley dropped her eyes, embarrassed. She hadn't been as slick with her caper as she had hoped.
"It's alright, Hayl. We're on vacation, remember?"
Hayley looked back up at her sister. Silent for a minute as she was forming words on how to broach an inquiry, she eventually uttered, "I wanted to talk to you about that."
Kara's eyes widened, not expecting that. "Okay. Wanna sit?" Kara pointed over to a chaise lounge next to the window looking out over the beach. Hayley nodded and they headed over and took their seats.
"Okay," Kara began, "what's going on?"
Hayley was quiet, working up from 'embarrassed to talk about it' to 'I can speak at least one question'. "What exactly does this 'vacation' of ours mean? I mean, this week you're not Jack's sister, or mine maybe, you're his manager. So...?"
Kara studied her little sister's face for several seconds. Then, the subtext of the situation became cleartext in Kara's mind and a curve of her lips grew into a naughty grin.
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After hauling his luggage up the stairs to the loft, Jack fell back onto the bed. God, it feels good to lay down.
Above him, held up by four posts at the corners of the bed was a sheer, white canopy covering the bed and falling down over the sides and ends to enclose the bed. Right now, though, the sides were pulled back and lashed to the bottom of the posts to allow easy access to the bed. Mosquito netting. Cool.
"Jack, you up there?" Hayley called from below.
"Yeah," Jack answered.
A few seconds later Hayley appeared at the top of the stairs. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "Look at that bed. I love it. Me and Kara just have plain ones."
"Yeah, but you also got rooms," Jack replied. "Fair's fair."
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