Chapter 16

Cindy took a quick glance at the clock on the wall before she turned back to watch Mr. Brown as paced in front of the class. She'd lost track of what the lecture was about, and she suspected that the history teacher was working on automatic as he walked back and forth. The two of them had made plans for lunch, and from the shape of Mr. Brown's pants he was having trouble keeping his mind on the lecture instead of what the two of them would be doing in just over fifteen minutes. Mr. Brown reached the end of his path and as he turned to face his students before starting back along his path. As soon as she was sure her teacher could see her Cindy slipped her hand under her skirt and into her panties to rub her slit as he watched. She wasn't sure but she thought she saw the lump in Mr. Brown's pants grow even larger as she pulled her wet fingers out of her cunt and brought the fingers up to her mouth so she could lick the fingers clean.

Mr. Brown gave Cindy a quick smile and a nod that promised a cunt full of cum as soon as the bell rang for lunch. Cindy glanced at the clock again as she licked her juices from her fingers and wondered if her parents plane had landed yet. Their arrival time was suppose to be just after noon but there was always a chance the plane would be early and Cindy couldn't help thinking that Mr. Brown's giant cock could be filling her fuck hole full of his black seed at the same moment that her parents arrived home. The thought made her so horny Cindy thought she was going to cum just sitting in her desk.

For a second Cindy thought she'd lost track of time and the bell was starting to ring, but then she realized it was just a crackle from the intercom. "Mr. Brown," Principle Sinclair's voice said over the speaker.

"Yes?" Mr. Brown said, stepping up to the intercom.

"Could you send Cindy Ashcroft to my office?" the principle asked.

"Of course," Mr. Brown said, trying to hide his disappointment as he gestured for Cindy to go ahead. As she collected her things Cindy wondered if she and Mr. Brown would be able to make other arrangements for a fuck section later since she was sure her parents would be watching her too closely for her to sneak in a fuck whenever she wanted.

As Cindy headed for the door she saw Lizz smile and give her a wink before she turned to Mr. Brown and pulled her shirt down so the cloth was taut against her erect nipples. Cindy turned back just long enough to see Mr. Brown's gaze slide past her jiggling ass to settle on her friend's large tits and she realized that her teacher's erection wasn't going to go to waste - his sperm would since Lizz was already pregnant - but she was sure the two of them would get a great deal of pleasure from his erection.

Cindy bushed her red hair out of her eyes as she walked down the hall to the principle's office and wondered what Ms. Sinclair wanted to talk to her about. True, she had been indiscreet in her sexual activities over the past two weeks, but considering what Mr. Taylor had told her about the principle she doubted the meeting had anything to do about that - unless Ms. Sinclair wanted a sample of what Cindy had to offer. That must be it, Cindy decided. The principle must know that her parents were due back today and wanted a chance at her and her sister before their parents got home and put an end to all their fun.

As Cindy rounded the last corner to the principle's office she saw Janet approaching the office from the other direction. "Hi sis," Cindy called as Janet reached for the office door. "Did Ms. Sinclair call you to her office too?"

"Yeah," Janet said with a shrug of her blonde hair as she opened the door. "Any idea what she called us down for?"

"I have an idea," Cindy said as she gave Janet a crooked grin. "And if I'm right I don't think I'll miss my fuck session with Mr. Brown too much."

"Easy for you to say," Janet hissed as her sister slipped past her to enter the office, "Chris and I had a fuck session planned for lunch and now I have no way of letting him know I won't be there."

"I'm sure he'll forgive you," Cindy said as they walked up to the secretary's desk. Principle Sinclair called us down to her office."

"She'll be with you in a few minute," the secretary said, "why don't you take a seat until she's ready for you."

"Hurry up and wait," Janet grumbled as they sat down. "If the principle had waited until she was actually ready for us I would have had plenty of time to fuck Chris."

"Stop complaining," Cindy said with a frown as she looked back at the secretary's desk. "Do you notice anything different about the office?"

"Yeah," Janet said thoughtfully. "It's quiet."

"It sure is," Cindy said with a quick nod. "Usually Miss Desmond is listening to her radio while she works, but today she doesn't have it on."

"So? Somebody must have complained about the noise," Janet said with a shrug.

"Maybe," Cindy said hesitantly, "but did you notice the way she looked at us? If I didn't know any better I'd think she pitied us."

"Not possible," Janet said with a shake of her head. "I think she's just angry about her radio and we happen to be convenient targets."

Before Cindy could say anything more the outer door opened and she turned to see Mr. Binns enter the office with a large manilla envelope stuffed under his arm. "Go right in, sir," the secretary said after Steve introduced himself. "Ms. Sinclaire is waiting for you."

Steve gave Janet and Cindy a quick nod as he passed them on the way to the office door, Cindy couldn't help but notice that he had the same look of pity on his face as he glanced back at them before walking through the door.

"That's interesting," Cindy said as she stared at the closed door. She glanced at the secretary and noticed that she was on the phone and not paying attention to her or Janet so she slid off her chair and put her ear against the door to the principle's office. She couldn't make out much of what Steve and the principle were saying, but what she did hear made her even more worried than she'd been so far.

"What did you hear?" Janet asked as Cindy slid back into her seat.

"I'm not really sure," Cindy said, chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully. "I only caught a few words but it sounds like something happened, something they think they have to tell us, but they're reluctant to do it. I heard Principle Sinclair say something about closing the school, and she did say that she called Susan down here a couple minutes ago."

"Now you've got me scared," Janet said, glancing at the door to see if their friend was walking in. "What could have Mr. Binns and Ms. Sinclair so worried that they think we need morale support."

"I think we're about to find out," Cindy said as the office door started to open. Even as Steve stuck his head out the other door opened and Sue walked into the main office.

"Sue, Cindy, Janet," Steve called to the girls in such a formal manner that all three of them were immediately alert. "Come in here, we need to talk."

The three girls entered the principle's office and took the three seats that were offered to them but when the two adults were still silent after a full five minutes Cindy decided to speak up. "Why are you here, Mr. Binns? We've already figured out that something is wrong, but I for one have no idea what it is."

"I thought you'd figure out that something was wrong, Cindy," Steve admitted, taking a deep breath before he continued, "and there's no easy way to tell you what's happened so I'll just have to go ahead and say it. Fifteen minutes after taking off from O'Hare international airport your parents plane developed catastrophic engine failure. The pilot tried to return for an emergency landing but they never made it back and the plane went down over Lake Michigan."

"No," Cindy hissed, she could feel Janet trembling next to her and Sue came up behind them and threw an arm around both their shoulders. "What about mom and dad?"

"Rescue efforts concentrated on the survivors of course," Steve said, pointing out the obvious, "but once they did what they could to pick up the bodies after that. Your parents were among the first bodies they picked up and the authorities were able to identify your father from his driver's licence. I was listed as the emergency contact on your father's flight insurance and once I identified him from the photos they sent me I was able to confirm your mother's id as well."

"You're sure it was our parents?" Cindy asked, she kept telling herself that she wasn't going to cry but she could hear her voice crack as she spoke.

"I'm afraid so," Steve sighed. "It looks like they were both killed on impact but it sounds like there could be a full autopsy later if anything looks suspicious."

"No," Janet moaned through her tears as Sue squeezed her shoulder.

"It's not fair," Cindy sniffed as she tried to hold back her own tears.

"I'll give you some privacy," Principle Sinclair said as she got up from her chair and gave them a short bow before she left the office, closing the door behind her.

"Don't hold it back, Cindy," Susan said as she hugged the older girl. "I remember when my mom died I cried for a week straight, sometimes I still cry - and no one holds it against me or thinks I'm weak."

As Sue spoke she shifted her hand from Cindy's shoulder and slid it under the other girl's blouse until it reached her tits and she started playing with her nipples as they popped erect between her fingers. "Of course when my mom died I wasn't old enough to fuck my dad, but he and David did their best to distract me from my pain with a whole lot of pussy eating and tit sucking."