My Sister Made Me Ch. 10

"Yeah, that would be a bad thing," Sam said, nodding.

"Keith, you can't see my nipples, can you?" Toni asked.

"Is she for real?" Sam thought.

Keith turned and glanced over, then back at Sam. "I uh, don't think so," he said.

"Oh, come on," Toni said, pouting and sounding like she was whining a little. "You didn't even look." Reaching up, she turned Keith's head and slid out of the booth to present herself to him. "Now take a good look and tell me if anything is peeking out!"

Keith, always one to do as he was told, looked at Toni. "N...n...no," he stammered. "I can't see anything."

Toni smiled, turning and bouncing in place happily. "Don't I look cute?" she asked, smiling and bouncing in place again. Keith's eyes were about to pop out of his head, and he was smiling.

"Well, I probably shouldn't say," he said. "You're my girlfriend's sister," he said.

Sam laughed, turning to wink at Toni, who grinned in response. Sitting back down beside Keith, she leaned over and put her head on his shoulder.

"You know, Sam," she said. "You should see if you could convince Bill to let you wear something like this," she said. Turning to Keith, she nudged him in the ribs. Sam saw him look up from staring at Toni's body and then into her eyes. "Sam and the other waitresses don't get the same amount of freedom that I do," Toni said. "I'm the only girl bartender, so I guess that gives me privileges they can't have."

Keith smiled, looking a little more relieved to hear that, and turned to smile at Sam, who returned it fully and rolled her eyes to let him know she knew that Toni was being flirty.

Toni smiled widely, then sighed exaggeratedly and looked at the time. "I better get back," she said, frowning. Sliding out of the booth, she turned, cocked her hip to the side, then reached up and brushed a stray hair out of Keith's face, looking at him directly. "You know, you're supposed to look at a woman that's wearing something like this ridiculous thing out in public, Keithypoo."

He nodded but didn't look down. She rolled her eyes in response, turning sighing at Sam. Then, before Sam or Keith could protest, she grinned and reached out, placing both hands on the back of Keith's head and pulling.

Sam's eyes went wide as she covered a laugh and she watched her little sister yank Keith's face and plop it right down between her breasts. Jiggling them back and forth, she laughed as he pulled his head back up, a bewildered look on his it.

"Bye Sammy," Toni said. "Bye Keithypoo," she said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.

Keith was at a loss for words for a minute, then sighed and looked up at Sam. "Sorry," he said.

She smirked. "What are you apologizing for?" she asked. "She did it. Toni is crazy sometimes," she said. "You can't really prevent stuff like that."

He nodded, but still obviously felt bad. She got the feeling that this had been an eye-opener for him, and not in a good way. During Toni's shenanigans, she'd gotten hopeful that he'd started to feel better about it all.

After they finished eating, she helped him calculate a generous tip, and then accepted a hug from Jackie as she stood to follow Keith out.

"He's so nervous," Jackie whispered as Keith walked in front.

Samantha nodded, sighing. "I'm trying my best to get him to relax."

"Good luck, girl," Jackie said. "See you tomorrow."

The two walked out, and Sam took Keith's hand after he opened the door for her. Nothing was said until they got in the car and he started it up.

"So, what did you think?" she asked.

Turning, he smiled widely. "Man, that place was great!" She couldn't have been more shocked at his response.

"Really?" she asked. "It looked like you hated it."

He shook his head. "It was awkward for me, sure," he said. "I kept feeling like I was doing something wrong, but, I'm sorry for saying, those are some very pretty girls."

Sam giggled, smiling over at him. "So, you don't mind that I work there?" she asked.

He smiled. "I know I can't come in and get you to wait on me, but maybe we can eat here again together sometime?"

She smiled and nodded, "Yes, baby, we can come back so you can look at more boobs."

He turned and laughed, "You know me so well!"

She smirked and laughed along with him for a moment. Feeling much better, she leaned over and affectionately held his hand while they drove to the movie theater. They still had some time to kill, so they got tickets and waited around in the lobby until the theater was cleaned. Stopping to get drinks and popcorn, Keith turned and snapped his fingers. "I brought a blanket for you," he said.

She smiled and nodded. "I'd really like that," she replied, knowing how cold she had been known to get in movies.

He smiled and set his stuff down on the counter, then walked out to his vehicle.

She turned around and looked at the dwindling crowd of people. Browsing through them, she saw all sorts of people, but none she knew. Turning, she glanced over at one man in particular, and saw him look away from her. He'd been staring, she realized, and watched him for a moment longer.

He looked up again and smiled. She smiled back politely and turned away, looking for Keith. He was just then walking back inside, a blanket under his arm. Coming over to her, he handed her the blanket and then gathered their stuff. As he started away, she followed him into the theater. She hoped it would be relatively empty so she might feel more inclined to be dirty with her boyfriend there.

Keith stepped in, letting her walk in front to choose their seat. She glanced around and then back, smiling quietly to herself. The lights were still up, and there were no other people in the theater, just like she'd wanted. Smiling, she chose a seat in the back and patted the one next to her for Keith to join her.

Happily, no one entered as they waited. The trailers started and finished, and finally, the theater darkened completely as the movie started. Smiling, she looked around a final time and to her surprise, saw a single man sitting down at the end of their row. She blinked and looked again, glancing around, she saw a second entrance that she hadn't seen before. Sighing, she saw the door open, and a couple come in. Walking all the way to the front, she saw them take a seat on the second to front row. Mildly irritated, she settled in to watch the show.

After about thirty minutes, she glanced over, still feeling the urge to fool around with her boyfriend. The man that had sat down behind them was gone, and she smiled.

Leaning over, she kissed Keith on the cheek and then backed up a bit, lifting the arm of the seat that was between them and turning it into a love-seat. He smiled down at her and let her slide in under his arm. Pulling the blanket out, she threw it over her legs and then went back to watching the movie again.

Slowly, she started to work her hand from Keith's chest down, sliding it down until it was resting on his stomach. Taking a deep breath, she looked around a final time, and then moved her hand lower and rested it on his belt.

"Babe, what are you doing?" he asked, covering her hand with his. She giggled, shaking his hand off, and reached down further cupping his bulge and holding it there. He made a surprised grunt and covered her hand with his own. "Babe?" he asked.

She smiled, leaning her neck and head back and looked up at him. "I'm feeling dirty, okay? Just go with it."

Keith looked both ways down the row, then behind them to the left and right. "There's a couple down there," he whispered.

She smiled. "Well then, be quiet," she admonished.

Smiling widely, he looked down at her in excitement. She giggled and then turned, facing the screen again, her hand fumbling with his zipper. Figuring that he wanted a little more privacy, she pulled the blanket over to where her hand was working. He took it in his hand and pulled it quickly over, then laid his palm on the arm rest and closed his eyes.

Giggling again, she looked back down and quietly celebrated as she managed to get the zipper down. Turning, she looked up at him. "Is that far enough. I don't want to get it caught on the metal."

He looked around again, obviously nervous, and reached under. She felt his fingers move over hers and moved them out of the way. Hearing the zipper move a bit, she smirked and moved her hand back, sliding it in the wider hole and feeling his warm cock.

The desire to take him in her mouth hit her suddenly and hit her hard. She whimpered, looking around and making sure no one was there. Contenting herself with stroking him for the moment, she smiled as she saw the blanket moving very obviously with her hand motion as she jerked him off.

"God," he whispered. She glanced up, seeing his eyes still closed.

"Are you already close?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No," he said. "It's just really exciting!"

She couldn't have agreed more, feeling the squishy current state of her panties.

Turning back, she looked back up at the screen and pretended to watch, though her attention was fully on the cock she was stroking underneath the blanket. After about thirty minutes, she looked up at him again.

"I think I want to get really dirty," she said, winking.

His eyes grew wide and he looked around and behind them on either side. She took the opportunity to slide down into his lap, pushing the blanket aside and turning over in the seat to lay on her stomach. Pushing her feet under the arm rest behind her, she smiled and brought the head of his cock to her lips. Pushing her lips together, she kissed the head affectionately, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him, albeit a quiet one.

The desire to have the organ in her mouth nearly overwhelmed her then, and she finally gave in to her demons. Wrapping her lips over the head, she moaned in quiet contentment.

"Fucking finally," she thought. "It's been too long since I've done this," The thought made her realize that it had only been a day, and she giggled around the delicious flesh she'd gotten in her mouth again.

Groaning in pleasure, Keith put a hand into her hair to gather it up in his hand, moving it along with her bobbing motion, but not pushing in the least. Pastor Dickhead had gotten rough a time or two, she remembered, and they even worked on her being able to take it deep. Keith wasn't all that big, so she was able to take him completely into her mouth, the tip of his cock pushing against the back of her mouth before it would angle down and probe at her throat.

She groaned, probably a little too loudly, and thought about the taste and feeling of Keith's cum flowing into her mouth and down her throat. Up and down, she bobbed, feeling him gently thrusting against her lips and mouth.

"God," he groaned. "I'm going to cum," he whispered.

Sam smiled, looking up, then saw a wide-eyed stranger sitting directly behind Keith. It was the man that had been down at the end of their row. He must have moved and she hadn't seen!

"Fuck!" she thought.

Too late to stop, Keith's cock burst into her mouth and she completely forgot about the stranger as soon as she tasted the sticky goodness of his cum. Whimpering, she swallowed audibly, Keith groaning and moving his hands up out of the way. Sam slid her lips up and down his shaft, sucking and whimpering at the same time. His warm, sticky gift slid slowly down her throat, settling in her stomach and causing her panties to grow even more squishy.

Looking back up, she saw the stranger standing to leave, and quietly admonished herself for not looking around them better. He'd been directly behind the two of them, and it was a wonder that they hadn't seen him.

Embarrassed, but still aroused, she sucked hard again, still tasting some of her boyfriend's warm gift from her efforts, sliding up and down his shaft a few more times for good measure before sitting up and helping him put himself away.

Needing a drink, she excused herself and stepped out, heading toward the bathroom and concession stand. After relieving herself and verifying that she didn't have any errant flecks of cum on her face, Sam went back outside and ran into the stranger coming out of the men's room.

He was red-faced, and out of breath.

"I'm so sorry about that!" Sam said, covering her face. "We totally didn't know that you were behind us."

The man didn't say anything at first, and Sam started to feel very awkward. Just as she started to turn and leave, he spoke. "It's okay," he said. "I... I didn't want to watch but I, I mean..."

She shook her head. "No, it's not your fault!"

He stammered something else, but she continued. Seeing that he was pretty shy and probably single, the overweight man looked really vulnerable. "I'm sorr..." he stammered

"No, please, it was my fault," she said, reaching out and comfortingly touching his arm. He nodded, still looking flushed. A sudden idea hit her, and she smiled. "I'll tell you what," she said. "Do you know the restaurant, Double D's?" she asked.

He nodded.

"I'm a waitress there. Come in sometime, and I'll pay for your meal. We can forget this ever happened."

He smiled. "I've... wanted to try that place."

She smiled and nodded. "Excellent! I'll see you there sometime!"

Turning, she went to the concession stand and got a cup of water, then went back to the theater and finished the movie, despite not knowing what it was about. As they walked out, she took Keith's hand, laughing at the big smile he had on his face.

"Can we go somewhere quiet?" she asked.

He nodded, squeezing her tight. "Sure. How about the lake?"

She nodded and clutched at his arm. After a few minutes in the car, they pulled up to a quiet spot at the lake. Keith got out and put the blanket down on the ground, using a flashlight to make sure they weren't laying in ants or near snake holes.

She smiled, quietly watching as he worked.

Going around to her side, he opened the door for her and helped her out. Walking over, the two lay on the ground and looked up at the stars.

Finally, she knew that she had to come clean about things and hoped that he would listen and actually hear was she was saying.

"Keith," she said, sitting up. "I want to tell you something. It's... important."

"Okay," he said, sitting up with her.

She stood, pacing and wondering how she would possibly begin.

"Are you pregnant?" he asked, looking up nervously.

She looked at him suddenly, wide-eyed. "What? God no!"

"Oh, thank God," he said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry for scaring you like that," she said. "No, I want to talk to you about me."

He nodded, still obviously recovering. After giving him a few moments to calm down, she continued.

"I told you before that something changed in me," she said. "It's not important about what caused it," she said, knowing that would just lead to a conversation about Pastor Dickhead and she felt like that was her burden to bear. What right did she have to spread that guilt to him?

"Just know that I don't think I'll ever be that same innocent girl that I've always been, that you've always known, okay?"

He nodded.

"I love you," she said. "I want you to know that."

He smiled, nodding again.

"Since I've started having these new changes and new feelings, I've... I've basically just been getting hornier. I think people can tell that you're a sexually active person, and they seem to respond to it." She turned to look at him then. "Does that make sense?" she asked.

He nodded again.

"People have been paying a lot more attention to me. They hit on me, they try and get me to go out with them, like I mentioned earlier, and... some of them try really hard," she said, looking over at him.

"Did someone hurt you or something?" he asked, a concerned looking crossing his face.

She sighed, laughing internally. "If you only knew, Admiral Oblivious,". "No," she sighed, wanting to keep it simple. "No one at work and no one at school has hurt me or put me in a position I didn't want to be in," she said, being very specific so she didn't feel like she was lying to him. Well, not exactly lying, anyway. She started to pace, nervous for some reason.

He nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. Looking up at her as she paced, he reached out and grasped her hand. "Sam, I trust you, okay? I know that you wouldn't intentionally hurt anyone, much less me. What's going on?"

She smiled, feeling the sincerity in his words and took a deep breath. "I need you to listen and really try to understand," she said.

"I'm listening," he said, nodding at her.

She sighed. "I see that, but... sweetheart, sometimes you're a little oblivious to what's happening around you. I'm... going through some changes."

He nodded. "I've noticed that your breasts seem to have gotten bigger," he said.

She smirked. "That's... not what I mean, but you're right. I think I'm actually like a 38 C now." He obviously didn't know what that meant, though, so she continued. "I mean that I'm horny, Keith. I'm hornier than I could have ever believed possible."

He nodded. "I understand," he said. "Do we need to back off the physical stuff until it abates or calms down?" he asked.

She sighed. "No, honey," she said, sitting down next to him. "That's not the way it works. Plus, I'm not saying that I don't like it. I'm saying that I'm aroused and want sex more than I ever have. It's not always because it's your fault," she said, hoping he wouldn't take that the wrong way. "I get horny when I wake up, when I watch a movie, when I take a shower, when I'm at work..."

She paused, letting that last part sink in.

"Well, you already admitted that people ogling you is something you like," he said. "Do you really think I don't get horny for different reasons? I mean, not to hurt your feelings either but it's not always because of you."

She was actually surprised by that admission and took a second to formulate her response. It sounded, at first, like he was being petulant, but she realized that it was just his way of being honest. "I know, honey. That's okay. People aren't faithful to each other because they never get aroused by someone else. It takes work. You're allowed to be aroused by someone else. What makes people faithful is ignoring those bad urges."

He nodded. "I'd never cheat on you," he said. "I hope you don't think I could."

"Sweetie, no," she said. "What I'm saying is, I'm going to want to have sex. A lot."

Keith looked up, the corners of his mouth moving the slightest bit into the beginnings of a smile. "You are?"

She sighed, seeing that he wasn't getting her meaning. "Fine, hit him where it hurts," she thought

"Yes, I am. I do. That's not what I'm trying to say." She stopped pacing and knelt in front of him. "Honey, the other day you got spooked when my mom knocked on the door. I spent the rest of the day really frustrated and irritable."

He nodded, sighing and looking down.

"If you can't keep up with my sexual desires, then I'm afraid something might happen," she said. "I can't always control myself when I get like that," she admitted. Originally, she'd intended to say, "I'll find someone who can," but her good nature won out and she didn't want to hurt him that much.

He looked up, frowning. "You're going to break up with me?" he asked.

She sighed, shaking her head. "Dammit... no," she said. "Keith..." Growing frustrated, she started to just tell him she was afraid she might go and fuck someone else but was surprised to hear his next statement.

"So, then you're saying that when someone hits on you and I'm not there to pick up the pieces, so-to-speak, you're think that you might accidentally cheat on me?"

She sat back, surprised that he'd understood.

He frowned, silent as he processed the information. "Wow," he said.