Chapter 7
We didn't take off the following morning as we had planned. Gig ended up sick and said she'd beat the living hell out of Denise and myself if we saw Dad. When Nick got home from work he repeated the threat, even though he couldn't take his eyes off my low-cut blouse.
Denise and I decided that maybe it would be best if we just slipped quietly out of the house at night and that's exactly what we did somewhere around midnight, after Gig and Nick had fallen asleep.
We both wore faded jeans and casual shirts for our nighttime escape. We packed one suitcase for the two of us. It was crammed with one sexy outfit for each of us, plus the garters and nylons we had stolen from Gig, and some other casual clothes. Quietly we slipped out of the house, following the dark back streets until we felt we were safe, then headed straight for the wharf. Gerry, we figured, could be bribed into taking us to the mainland on The Island Devil.
"You know we're in big fucking trouble when we return," Denise said. I looked at her and she was smiling, looking young and pretty with her brown hair gently blowing in the warm evening breeze.
"So what? At least we'll be in trouble together for a change. Normally you're the one catching all the hell and I never do anything."
We talked and laughed and tried to make each other feel comfortable, even though we were both scared shitless. By the time we reached The Island Devil it was nearly one o'clock in the morning and all the lights were out on the boat.
I took the suitcase from Denise and let her get on board first, then I handed it back to her and followed. Gerry's boat was rocking softly with the waves and the notion that Gerry might have a gun or something to protect The Island Devil from thieves gave me a very sudden sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Maybe we better not just walk in," I whispered, grabbing Denise by the arm. "Gerry! Hey, Gerry! Wake up and come out here!" I hissed, hopefully loud enough so that it would wake him up but not so loud that the neighboring houseboat residents could hear.
There was no sound inside and I rapped on the door quickly with my knuckles. A second later I heard a sleepy groan from inside.
"W-what? Is someone out there?"
"Gerry, wake up. It's Rosanne and Denise. We need your help." I opened the door and walked in, turning on a small light. Gerry was in bed under the blankets, still trying to wake up. When the light hit him in the eyes, he groaned again and pulled a pillow over his face.
"What in the living fuck are you two broads doing here at this time?"
"We need a lift to the mainland," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "And you're the only person we know who can get us there."
"Why me? Why always me?" he didn't say anything for a long time, then took the pillow from his face and looked at me. "You've run away from home, haven't you?" I nodded my head and he groaned long and pitifully.
"Please, Gerry," Denise said, sitting next to him. "I promise I'll make it worth your while and no one will ever find out that it was you who took us to the mainland."
"No, I'm very sorry but I just can't. You two are just teenagers. The police could arrest me.
Denise unbuttoned her shirt and let it slide off her shoulders and down her arms. Gerry looked at her tits, tightly encased and held high in a sheer nylon bra. His lips moved but no sound came out.
"I said I would make it worth your while," Denise said coolly, then pulled the covers back to reveal his naked body. She grabbed his prick by the base and pointed the knob up toward her face, then bent down and buried all of his limp prick in her wet, hot mouth. Her cheeks bulged out as the prick filling her mouth immediately stretched and grew to considerable size and bulk.
"Well, maybe I could reconsider," Gerry said, watching Denise's hot lips travel up and down the twitching prick. His fingers trailed from the nape of her neck down her spine to her skin-tight jeans. "Oh, yeah, that's the way to give head," he whispered, squeezing Denise's firm ass.
Denise whipped her tongue over the cockhead several times, then pushed down over his meat again to tantalize the shank with her lips. Her stretching lips were moving in a chewing motion, which produced another lustful moan from Gerry, and I knew he wouldn't be able to resist her demands. Then, without warning, Denise pulled her mouth off Gerry's cock and sat up.
"Hey, don't stop now!" Gerry gasped, reaching out to grab a handful of Denise's tit. "I haven't come yet!"
"You'll get the rest . . . maybe even more," she said, running her middle finger between her legs in an inviting gesture, "once you get us to the mainland."
"You've got a deal," Gerry replied, bouncing out of bed. He scrambled into a pair of pants and dashed up stairs to get the engine running.
"You know something," I said. "You're the hottest, most conniving bitch on the face of the earth."
"Don't you just love it, though," Denise said, giving me that impish grin that I absolutely love.
It didn't take long for Gerry to get The Island Devil headed toward the mainland. Denise and I sat on the bed and smoked a cigarette before going up to see how much progress Gerry had made. The cool evening breeze swept our hair, tossing it this way and that. Looking at Denise's tits, confined only by the sheerest of all possible bras, I noticed that her nipples were hard, protruding noticeably. Was it the cool evening air that made her nipples stand out proudly, or the excitement in knowing that she would soon have Gerry's well-shaped, hard cock in every orifice of her body? I giggled silently at the thought.
"Okay," Gerry said, letting me take the wheel, "just keep it headed straight for those lights." He pointed to distant lights twinkling in the black horizon and I took the wheel, holding it tightly. I kept my eyes on those lights, never letting the boat stray very far off, and then I heard the sound of Denise's zipper being slowly pulled down.
"Are you people going to get it on right here?" I asked, squinting to get a better look at them. Denise was in a tight clench with Gerry, her arms around his neck while his hands moved between her legs. A flicker of warmth started between my legs, sending little shivers all through my body. I watched Gerry pushing Denise's tight jeans and panties down her hips, and then she stepped out of them.
"Fuck me, Gerry," Denise said, getting onto her back on the wooden deck. "Stick that big cock in me and fuck me."
Her voice sounded strange. There wasn't the gut-clenching urgency to her voice. Just the cool, self-assured knowledge that she was a hot little bitch, and that made her sound all the more sexy.
Gerry quickly stripped out of his clothes and sat on his haunches, between her legs. She put her feet up, resting her heels on his shoulders, and Gerry rubbed the head of his dick against her juicy pussy. When he pushed slowly into her, driving several inches of hard prick into her pussy, her eyes closed and that low, cat-like groan purred in her throat.
When I finally tore my eyes off the young lovers, I found that I was way off my mark. I slowly turned the boat, getting it back on course. The sounds of heated fucking rose above the hum of the inboard motor and the slapping of the waves against the hull.
"Yeah! Give it to me! Drive me, Gerry! Drive me!" Denise was chanting, wiggling her firm ass to really give Gerry his money's worth. Her brown hair swirled in the evening wind as Gerry reamed her little pussy, sending his rigid prick sliding back and forth through the velvet-soft folds of her cunt.
My fuckable sister, her sweet little ass twitching deliciously, her red lips just made to caress a cock, fucked Gerry's entire body until he was just a limp, lifeless shell of a man as the lights of the mainland came closer and closer.
"Hey, Gerry, we're almost there," I said, catching a glance of his pale cock shining with pussy juice as he pounded it into Denise. A second later he tossed his head back on his shoulders, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and growled like a hungry lion. From the look on Denise's face, I knew that her pussy was being imbued with hot come.
"Come on, Gerry! We're almost there!" I repeated. Denise put her feet on his chest and pushed him away. Gerry got to his feet, his knees a little weak, and took the wheel from me. Looking down, I noticed a small drop of cream at the end of his dick and I scooped it off with my finger, then tasted it. Yeah, that same good flavor.
The Island Devil slowed as we pulled into the pier. There were several boats tied to the dock and though many of them looked like houseboats, there wasn't a light to be seen in any of them. Denise and I hopped onto the dock, taking our suitcase with us. Gerry gave us a tired wave of the hand, saying he'd be more than willing to come and get us when we wanted to get back to the island, for the same fare, and we said we would.
"Well," I said, taking the suitcase, "we're on our own now, little Sister."
"Isn't it fantastic!" Her eyes had that glow to them again. She wasn't frightened any more. Maybe it was the good fucking she got that calmed her nerves. "I'm dying to see Dad and Joe again. It's been such a long time."
My mind drifted off as we walked down the dock and headed for the highway that led south. I remembered the rigidity and earthy taste of Nick's cock, the way it pulsed strongly against my lips and tongue.
Yeah ... we were on our own now, and were going to make it like no one before!