Bob Hawkins - Doing it for brother

Linda Brooks crossed her arms over her tits and sighed. She was annoyed. Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor of the car.

In the back seat, she could hear her brother Ben slobbering all over his girlfriend's tits. She knew the sounds all too well – Ben's sucking and gasping and moaning, Karen's whispering and grunting and cooing.

Linda looked over at her own boyfriend. He was slouched down on the seat, picking his nose and watching the movie on the drive-in screen.

Linda shook her head slightly. She wished Fred would pull her over to him, try to kiss her, touch her, feel her up. But Fred was a real dud.

She looked out the window at the rows of [missing text].

She sighed and turned her attention to the movie. Her tits rose and fell beneath her crossed arms in a shallow, hesitant rhythm. She was so fucking horny she couldn't stand it!

Finally she reached out and touched Fred's shoulder. He glanced at her casually, as though she were of little more interest to him than another guy.

"Hmmm?" he asked.

Linda tried to smile sexily. She wasn't sure exactly how to do it, but she let her instincts take over. Her pointy little tongue slipped out and moistened her full lips.

"What?" Fred said, his voice showing his annoyance at being taken away from the movie.

Linda cocked her head toward the back seat.

"Fred?" she said, asking if he'd like to do some of that with her.

She dropped her hands to her lap and arched her back a bit, thrusting her firm young breasts toward the boy. The material went taut over her swollen excited nipples, revealing Linda's horniness. She was clearly offering the boy the opportunity to reach out and unbutton the front of her blouse.

"What?" Fred said again, growing impatient with Linda's silent posing.

Linda shook her head in amazement. She couldn't believe a boy could be so damn dumb not with all the hot action going on right behind his head, not with a beautiful young virgin offering to let him feel her tits.

"Nothing, Fred," Linda said quietly. "Watch the movie, Fred."

She twisted on the seat and looked back at the two people writhing on the back seat.

Ben was really going to town on Karen's big jugs. His head moved rapidly as he gnawed and sucked on the girl's immense breasts. Karen's eyes were half-closed, and she was moaning and clawing at the back of Ben's head.

God, that must feel wonderful! Linda thought.

Karen opened her eyes and winked at Linda. She pulled Ben's head tighter to her tits, arched her back higher.

"Ooooo, baby," she purred, saying the words for Linda's benefit. "You suck me so nice and hard. You make me so fucking hot for your cock. Do it, Ben. Oooo, yes… so fucking nice. Oh, yeah, baby. Suck me like that forever!"

Linda tightened her jaws and jerked herself back around in front. Damn that bitch! Damn that lucky fucking bitch!

Suddenly Linda grabbed the handle of the door and yanked it hard, then pushed the door wide open.

"I'm getting out of here!" she said loudly. She got out and slammed the door hard, then strode angrily away.

"What?" Ben said, lifting his head from Karen's lush wet nipple.

"Nothing, baby," Karen told him, lacing her fingers together around his neck and trying to pull his lips back down to her throbbing swollen bud.

"Wait a minute, Karen," Ben said, reaching back and working her fingers open. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. "Where'd Linda go, Fred?"

Fred shrugged and picked his nose again.

"Got me. Said she was getting out of here or something."

"Damn that girl," Ben whispered. He bounced on the seat as he tucked his shirttail into his pants and made sure his zipper was closed.

He gave Karen a hard quick kiss on her lips. "Be tight back, babe," he told her. "Oh, Ben. Let the kid go, will you? She does this every damn time we take her to the drive-in," Karen whined. She tried to reach up to Ben's hair again, but he was already leaning forward and pulling on the door handle. He got out and ducked his head back in.

"Keep my place, baby." He winked at Karen. He glared once at Fred, who was wiping snot on the steering wheel. The boy's full attention was on the movie.

"Fred, you're a stupid asshole," Ben said. Fired sniffed, rubbed his nostrils vigorously. "Huh?" he said, glancing at Fred.

"Nothing," Fred said, shutting the door.

He looked around for his sister but she had vanished. He sighed, rubbed his chin to clean off his own drool from sucking on Karen's giant knockers, then started off in search of Linda.

He had a good idea where she'd gone the same damn place she always went!

Linda walked swiftly between the parked cars, noting that almost all of the windows were fogged over, some so thick with mist that it had begun running down the windows in rivers.

She made her way quickly to the back row and crossed the roadway behind. There was a slight incline, then a wide thick hedge of bushes. Just behind the bushes, there ran a railroad track that was still in use for freight trains. A wide empty field spread out beyond the tracks.

Deep in the bushes, there was a tar paper shed. Very few of the kids who used the drive-in knew it existed. Linda had learned about it from Ben.

She pushed her way into the bushes and cursed the scratchy thorns as she worked her way toward the shed.

Damn that idiot Fred! He had taken Linda out twice now, and she should have learned her lesson the first time. Fred had taken Linda to this same drive-in, and they had actually watched the whole fucking film!

Damn!

She wanted to get away from Fred, she told herself, but she knew she really wanted to get away from Ben and Karen. They were going at it so hot and heavy that it was driving Linda crazy.

She wanted to have her tits kissed like that. She wanted to be the one in the back seat, her blouse pulled wide open, her nipples sucked hard by some young stud hot for her cunt.

But they all thought she was too young.

She could only get dumb-asses like Fred to take her out, it seemed. Well, somehow, someday soon, Linda was going to show them all including that whoring little bitch, Karen show them all that she was just as good as they were.

She'd ask Phil Benson out. That would do it. Phil had a reputation as the greatest stud in school. He only dated girls who knew in advance they'd have to put out, and put out everything they had.

Linda felt her heart skip a beat as she imagined herself in the back seat of a car with a guy like Phil. Or maybe she'd show him the hidden shed.

Oh, yeah! She'd ask the guy out, make it sound like she was willing to play his game, but make it sound casual. Then she'd pop this on him a secret place they could do whatever they wanted to do.

Yeah!

Linda pushed through the last of the bushes and saw the shed. It was badly weather-beaten, and it slanted dangerously to one side, as though ready to topple over in the slightest breeze.

It was a lot darker back in here than she'd remembered maybe because when she'd been here before, she'd always taken the flashlight from the glove compartment first.

But she knew the layout, and she stepped forward. She stopped at the doorway and bent over to brush some stickers from her stockings.

A hand clamped down over her mouth, and she felt herself lifted up off the ground, pulled hard against a huge body.

"Mmmmffff," she moaned, struggling violently, her arms and legs flailing wildly, trying to kick or hit someplace that would make the man release her.

She felt a hand pawing at her tit. She gasped as she felt the buttons on the front of her blouse pop away. The hand grabbed the material and tore. She felt the evening air blow suddenly against her bare skin. The hand began clawing at the bra cup over her left tit, thumb and fingers digging under the silky cup and grasping it tightly. She grunted as the shoulder and back straps began digging into her skin. The man was trying to rip the garment off her body.