Shotgun!

looked at his kidsister

                         How many did you volunteer me to take home

I told them you were going to take Carrie home and they all decided to go home. Beauty of a stationwagon, huh?  Besides, you know where they live.

Take Carrie home last.

Take Carrie home last

                        You ridin

No.

No

OhHellno, I don’t want to ruin their fun.

   Their fun

Trust me.

           Their fun . their fun . . . . their funI guarantee guarantee . . it’ll be fun for you too.

he hadnt the slightest clue what she meant

                                               but by winter shed have her license  he wouldnt have to taxi

Gals  Lets move it

                    Ive got a date toni . .

. . With who? they chorused

Asses out to the car

                      Sis  Thanks

Thank me when you get home.

they lived nearest the public swimming pool

                                               all the familys friends coalesced at their house

his folks liked that they did

familys friends parents did too

with six kids

               whats another dozen or more

household was raucous

Carrie was first out of the house so her Shotgun! was not violatedthe passenger seat not filled

she was a pistol

she woke him a couplethreefour times when his sister had sleepovers

                                                                           Whaya doin Carrie

Nothing.    You wanna do something.

not that he wasnt tempted

                             Not a good idea

You have a bad one? shed giggle

                                    her giggles were uncomfortable his cock could feel them  like she had porpoisecocksonar  echolocation

two years older he probably  probably

                                                yahprobably

loaded up he headed out

                            stationwagon full of scantilyclad coconutsmelling girls

Jesus these girls had hit their sexualstrides and werent sparing him

                                                                          What do you think, Joe?

he didnt spare them

they thrilled

             more than a couple of I’m wet leaked out had it overcome the coconutscent he would have been right as rain

Carrie sat shotgun sidesaddle

                                 hadnt buttonedup all the way

wasnt wearing her swimsuit top

                                   jiggled with every joke

bright cherrytopped  bountiful cupcakes

she caught him glancing

                           What?   What?  You peekin . . . like what you see?

I woudnt have if you hadnt

they dropped off the last girl

bold as brass Now what, Joe?

   indeed

             nowwhat 

0305,  Sunday,  26  1. 25

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/secret-to-porpoise-sonar-revealed/