Chapter 5: By Lila’s Hand

Lila

When Charlotte and I left the thrift store, we were holding a bag of clothes in each hand. I had her put them in the bed of the truck right behind the cab. They’d be fine there for the short ride home. Charlotte had already climbed into the passenger side and rolled the window down. I noticed she didn’t look at me when I got in, just turned her head to look out the window.

That made me smile. I knew she had enjoyed what we had been doing in the thrift store the last few hours, but I also knew she was embarrassed and ashamed. This rich, powerful white woman was used to being in control, but her time out here so far had left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Good. That was our plan all along.

At the end of our long afternoon of fucking, Charlotte, Mary, and I were left entangled in what was left of a sweaty, messy, three-way on the rug in front of that easy chair. At one point before that, my sister was crouched over my face while my hands were wrapped around her hips, holding her tight so I could get my tongue deeper inside her. Charlotte was between my thighs, licking, slurping, and sucking on my clit while she had two fingers jammed up inside me. This was after Mary and I had already made her cum so many times she’d begged for mercy.

Honestly, up until now I had thought of Charlotte as nothing but a stuck-up rich white bitch, so I was surprised to find out how good she was at licking pussy. Obviously, she’d done it before, since she made me and my sister Mary cum about half a dozen times before we’d pushed her away from our furry slits. It seemed to help that Mary and I had taken turns eating each other out as well. The two of us had been going down on each other since we were teens, so I knew exactly how to make my sister scream out in ecstasy, and I loved making her cunt release its cream all over my face.

Charlotte had been wide-eyed when she saw Mary first climb up on my face. I guess she never seen two sisters going down on each other? She had watched Mary sliding her slit back and forth on my face for a bit, then dove between my legs when I reached down and patted my thick patch of pubes, letting her know what was expected of her. We had only stopped making her cum when she had promised to return the favor.

Sitting here in the truck, I knew we were both fucked out, and I saw her slump back in the seat and lean her head against the side of the cab. She might even fall asleep on the way back if I let her. Instead, I turned to face her and said, “Hey.”

She turned to look at me, and I patted the seat closer to me. Without saying anything, she slid across until she was next to me. I reached out and grabbed her by her inner thigh, pulling her even tighter against me. Then I took her hand and put it on my right thigh, placing my hand on top of hers in a show of affection, but also to show possession.

Still not quite making eye contact, Charlotte was looking at me expectantly, so I put one hand on the side of her face and leaned over to give her a kiss on the lips. I could of course taste pussy on her, and I’m sure she could say the same. Both our faces were soaked in juices from two other women. As it went on, the kiss became more passionate, and soon our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. I realized I was starting to have feelings for this woman. Feelings I never thought could happen based on my expectations of her being a bitch on wheels.

Eventually, it was getting really hot in that truck parked out in the sun. I ran my tongue over her teeth one last time, then pulled back and smiled at her. Charlotte was smiling back with her eyes full of emotion and moisture. I cranked the truck, then backed out and pulled onto the highway, headed back towards the ranch. She kept her hand on my thigh the entire time, and I enjoyed reaching down and stroking her bare thigh each time after I shifted gears.

We pulled up to the ranch house, and no one else was home, as expected. I opened the truck door and slid out, reaching inside to take Charlotte’s hand and help her exit on the same side. “I like your truck,” she said with a quiet voice. “I used to drive one like it when I was a little girl down on my grandpa’s farm.”