John Fine - Sexy little sister

"Gee whiz," replied Liddy, awed at the clear logic of the two sisters. But then suddenly she frowned as if disturbed by a contradictory thought. "But look Cindy, surely he wouldn't risk a murder rap just for a ring, even a valuable one. And there's no way it could be tied to anyone at the scene."

"Wrong," challenged Suzie knowingly. "Inside the ring were three initials-N.P.T.-enough maybe to link him to the crime if ever he should be caught. That would be enough to bring him back."

"And Liddy," added Cindy carefully, "he really may be tied in now. We got the license number of his bike. If it's registered to someone with these initials, then the fucker is in big trouble."

"Well, I'll bet you two can hardly wait to tell Big Daddy, huh? Why don't you call him and give him the good news?"

"It's not quite that easy Liddy," said Cindy reluctantly.

"We're under strict orders to keep our noses out of his cases. Last time he caught us trying to help, he pulled both our panties down, really completely bare bottoms, and whipped the hell out of us with his belt."

"Yow, and not only did it hurt," added Suzie, "but there was Daddy having to look straight into our little juicy cunts. And we knew he'd want some, but we knew he wouldn't let himself because we were his daughters. That's kind of embarrassing, you know."

The young blonde stared at her two friends with astonishment. "You don't mean you're actually going to try and follow him? He might really be the murderer. What if you got caught?"

"We won't," replied Cindy dryly. "Or at least, we'll make every effort to make damned sure we don't. After all, Liddy," she reasoned, "if this turns out to be a dud lead, then we'll save our naked asses a sound thrashing. And if it's not, we can follow him just as well as any of Daddy's deputies."

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, still in Indian Summer. The girls and Joey had talked their father into letting them go to the model airplane convention at the Capitol. Suzie and Cindy were more concerned with the States Record Building, though they kept that a secret. They were just in time to register for the opening of the convention. Sunday was mostly devoted to lectures or talks on model building. Suzie and Cindy were, of course, bored, but they couldn't justify leaving Joey alone in the crowd without them.

After a lavish supper at the Hotel, they retired to their rooms. Carefully they locked Joey's hall door from the inside and left him alone with his models and magazines, closing the adjoining door tightly. On one of the two large double beds the girls perched and tried to decide what to do that evening. Though the primary purpose was their investigation of the murder case, whenever the two of them were away from home and Daddy they shared another common cause. In hushed tones they discussed how best to get laid.

"We can't just go down to the lobby and pick someone up," said Cindy thoughtfully, "someone would be sure to see us and tell Daddy."

"We could go to that neat little coffee shop we passed down on third Street," suggested Suzie helpfully. Her young quim was already beginning to itch with anticipation.

"No good. You know Daddy's bound to call sometimes tonight to see that we're safe. What would he think if we weren't here?"

Suzie squirmed uncomfortably, but nodded agreement. She had dreamed of a big night out on the town with bunches of horny studs all around her. But of course Cindy was right. It'd have to be in their rooms.

"Third, the only people we know in town are friends of Daddy. We surely can't call them to come over," Cindy continued in a cold voice, though like her sister there was a growing warmth between her legs. As she continued one possibility after another, Suzie began to wriggle with exasperation.

"Well, damn it, Cindy," she finally said in a desperate voice, "how are we going to get balled? I'm fucking sure not going to spend the night here with all these horny cocks around and not get screwed. I don't care if Daddy does call…"

"Now wait, honey, wait," laughed Cindy suddenly. "We're damned well going to get fucked and get it good-even if we have to take turns leaving the room and rape men on the street. I just don't want us to make any mistakes we'll regret later. I'm as horny as you are, especially after Liddy had all that fun yesterday and we couldn't."

Cindy smiled at her sister reassuringly and Suzie sat back down on the bed. With unabashed purpose she unzipped her blue jeans and stuck her hand underneath her panties, feeling her swelling cunny. "God damned, I'm wet," she whispered disgruntedly, sticking three fingers into her hot pussy and diddling herself unashamedly. Cindy giggled good naturedly at her impatient sister.

"Go ahead and masturbate if you want, but save some for those fat pricks around here. We're both going to get laid, but first it's got to be here and after Joey gets to sleep. Second, it's got to be strangers-one who won't gossip. So the question is only, who do we want?"

"Anybody with a cock," replied Suzie tartly, tired of all the talking and no fucking. Gingerly she rolled her swollen clit between her fingers. "But if they're strangers how do we get them up to the room? And how do we know they won't talk?"

"Easy. We'll get hotel employees. Like that big Bell Captain who personally helped us with our luggage. Did you see the muscles on that stallion?"

"Oh, I see," said Suzie, quickly understanding her sister's reasoning. "How could he talk? A bell captain who screws under-age customers at the hotel. He'd never get a job again."

"Right, or the elevator operator. He's…"

"No, not him," broke in Suzie firmly. "I deliberately stuck my crotch against his hand in the crowded elevator. He wouldn't even pat it, well alone feel. He lost his chance."

Cindy laughed heartily. "Okay you young whore, not the elevator operator. Let's see, who else?"

"The man at the desk. The one with the beard and bushy moustache. How about him?"

"You like those hairy men, don't you, sweet Suzie?" Her sister smiled. "Good idea. I'd thought of him myself. And also, how about the hotel manager? He's not that good looking, but I'd bet he's good."

Suzie looked bewildered. "But we can't have him, Cindy. He knows Daddy. He's the one who arranged our reservations."

"Right. But he won't talk. He's married with a bunch of kids, and no way he'd want it known. Besides, he's not really Daddy's personal friend. No reason he wouldn't like a little sweet young tail like ours, if offered. So, that's the list. We ought to be able to get at least two out of three."

They were interrupted by a knock on the adjoining door and Joey stepped quickly into the room. Just as quickly Suzie got her hand off her sopping pussy and zipped up her jeans, hoping he'd not seen.

Of course Joey had made a point to see as much of his sister's open crack as he could, but he played his role perfectly. Standing there already in his pajamas he yawned and announced his plans for bed. Happily Cindy wished him good night and guided him back to his room. Not, however, before she noticed through his unbuttoned pajama bottoms a swollen cock. She had seen him with that before and wondered often if he were really so naive as to not realize he had a hard-on.

With the problem of getting Joey to bed so easily out of the way, the two girls resolutely went to work. But not before first showering and cleaning their sticky young quims carefully.

Mr. Adolfus Butler settled back comfortably in his heavy easy chair and took a sip of his cold dry martini. It was the first of the two ho allowed himself every night before retiring. Officially, he'd been off work since six. But as manager of the expensive downtown hotel he knew he was actually on call all hours of the day. Invariably there would still be one or two calls in the evening to settle problems.