CHAPTER 94

Sandy looked around the crowded room. Darrin had gone off, but Lisa and Jane were standing next to her, talking to each other. Some other friendly faces, such as Leia, were nearby.

However, she didn't want to talk to any of them. She wanted to talk to a stranger. It wasn't that she didn't trust Lisa or the others she'd come with. But she wanted to get a "random man on the street" perspective. Though in this case it definitely was "woman on the street" instead, given the main question she longed to ask.

She looked all around and settled on a woman standing about ten feet away. There was nothing special about her, at least in this crowd. (Anywhere else, and she would have caused a riot with her remarkably sultry face and even more astounding feminine curves.) The only reason she chose her was because she looked to be all alone, at least for the time being.

Sandy started to walk towards that woman.

But as soon as she took a couple of steps, Lisa stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder. "Where are you going?"

Sandy turned back. "I just want to mingle by myself for a few minutes. Is that okay?"

Lisa replied, "That's great, actually. I heartily approve. I thought you'd feel too shy for that."

In truth, Sandy was feeling overwhelmed by shyness. She wished she could leave the party altogether, as soon as possible. But curiosity was driving her to talk to at least one stranger for a little bit. She told Lisa, "I'm fine. If it gets too much to me, I'll be sure to come back to you."

Lisa nodded, and let her go.

Sandy walked to the woman she'd selected. As she drew near, she spoke to her almost in a whisper. "Excuse me, but what's your name?"

The woman replied with a welcoming smile, "Rosanna. And you're Sandy. I know all about you. Welcome to our crazy world!" She boldly stepped forward and gave Sandy a hug.

Since both women were amply endowed, that meant a lot of breast-on-breast contact. It simply couldn't be avoided for any sort of frontal hug.

Sandy tried hard to ignore that. She was constantly aroused by virtually everything she saw at the party, and by nearly all of her thoughts. She was almost relieved that her high degree of nervous was keeping her arousal somewhat in check.

She smiled back at Rosanna, and said, "Nice to meet you. Can I speak to you in private?"

Rosanna looked around. "Sure. But how private do you want to get?"

Sandy looked around too. "Maybe we could move to a corner? Just enough so that I don't have to worry about being overheard."

"Sure." Rosanna led the way until they were standing face to face in an unoccupied corner. There were some people nearby, but nobody was paying them any special attention.

Seeing she had the privacy she wanted, Sandy took a moment to give Rosanna a closer look. She noticed a lack of a white collar, which was a relief, given what she wanted to talk about. Rosanna's looks were startlingly similar to hers, but then again nearly all the women in the room had the same general height, weight, curves, and so on. Rosanne even had medium-length reddish hair, though her red was mixed with brown.

Sandy leaned forward and whispered, to be extra careful. "Can I ask you a question? A kind of private, personal question?"

Rosanna was still smiling with a friendly, open face. "For you, sure. All of us are excited about your journey. If I can help out in any way, I'll feel glad."

"Thank you." Sandy lowered her voice even more. "I picked you kind of at random, because I want to get an honest answer about something from a neutral party."

"If you want honesty, I'm all for it. What's the question?"

Sandy's shyness soared. But curiosity forced her to press on. "Um, er... It's about... oral sex, actually."

Rosanna was still smiling, but her smile spread, practically ear to ear. "Aaaah! Cocksucking! Sure, ask away. I can tell you're not used to talking about that sort of thing, but it's not a problem for me. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about it, and even talk about it, a lot."

Sandy realized she had no clue about Rosanna's personal relationships, other than the fact that she didn't wear a white collar. She looked down to her feet and saw the same sort of special high heels that she was wearing. However, Rosanna's were colored somewhere between yellow and orange.

Rosanna saw where she was looking. "I see you're checking out my heel color. We call that one 'tangerine.' I'm afraid that's a lowly color, in the greater scheme of things. I'm only a Sliding Lips Society member, you see, not a full-blown Napalite."

Sandy frowned with uncertainty. She didn't know if she was breaking any social norms by asking about heel colors, or anything else. She decided to just push onward unless she was given a clear sign she wasn't being polite. "I see. Um... But to even get to that level, you must... uh..."

Rosanna helped out, "Suck a lot of cock. Yes, of course. I've sucked cock hundreds of times. In fact, I've been keeping track, and I'm getting close to my thousandth BJ. I'm going to have a special party to celebrate."

"Ah. That's, uh... good." Sandy was extremely embarrassed talking about this kind of thing with a stranger. But she still needed to get to her question. "So, uh, you're just the person to ask. I'm wondering... uh... is it true that everyone, well, er, I mean all the women... do they really love it THAT much?! It seems to be the number one passion of pretty much every woman I meet."

Rosanna was grinning. "So that's your big question, huh?"

Sandy nodded shyly. She was unthinkingly sucking a finger, like she often did when she got especially nervous.

Rosanna said, "Well, don't worry, you came to the right place. First off, YES! Of course it is! Oh, there might be a few women here who enjoy a good titfucking or fucking just as much, maybe even more. At some point, it becomes pointless to rank. It's like if you have several favorite ice cream flavors, and their ranking changes from time to time. But the point is, yes, we all love sucking cock! I think it's safe to say that we're all absolutely obsessed about it."

Sandy nodded again, even as she furrowed her brow. "Can I ask why?"

Rosanna flopped her arms up and down helplessly. "I don't even know where to begin with that one. For one thing, we're not normal women. All of us here, even if we're just in the Sliding Lips Society, we've all been carefully selected to be both very submissive and very sexual. In short, it gives me EXTREME pleasure to submit to a man, assuming he's a worthy one. Some women are best suited to be bankers, or lawyers, or sports stars, or whatever. It's very humiliating and humbling, I know, but I've come to accept that my proper place is on my knees, slurping away on a fat stiffy. That's what makes me the happiest."

Sandy couldn't resist asking, "Just... on your knees?"

Rosanna broke into another big smile. "To be more specific, kneeling naked, in just my high heels. That's the best!"

Sandy had a worried look on her face until the moment. She had to grin at that. "That does seem to be a popular preference."

"With good reason," Rosanna said. "Usually, the classics are the best. Some of the other positions are just as much fun, for sure. But when I see an ideal vision of myself in my mind's eye, I'm kneeling naked with my head bobbing on a thick cock."

Sandy could understand that. Already, that was becoming her idealized vision of herself as well. But she tried to play devil's advocate. "But why?! Why are you so big on fellatio?! Why are all the women here like that?!"

"Do you want the short answer, or the long answer?"

Sandy replied, "Both. Short answer first."

"Sure. It feels great! It's totally fun! It's like, imagine if you could carry a little machine in your pocket with a big red button on it. And every time you reach into your pocket and press that button, you get a big boost of happiness and even joy. And you can press that button as often as you like with no bad side effects. Wouldn't you want to push it all the time, every single day?"

Sandy nodded in understanding. "Of course. And that's what oral sex is like for you?"

"Exactly. Except why beat around the bush? Let's call it 'cocksucking.' I love that word. Even saying it or hearing it out loud gives me a little rush, every time." Rosanna stared off into space dreamily.

Then she refocused. "Sandy, I can't even begin to tell you how lucky you are! This is no joke or elaborate hoax. Napali will be like heaven on earth for you. Exactly like that! You're a woman who was meant to suck cock. I'm sure SI carefully selected you. You're like one in a million. And your son Darrin seems like a very lovely body, with an especially thick and impressive stiffy. You're going to live the life I can only dream of!"

Sandy felt a surge of pleasure from thinking about her future. But she doggedly asked, "But is that all there is? Just sucking my son's cock, time after time, day after day?!"

"No, of course not! Life is a rich and complicated thing. You'll live a full life on Napali, for sure. It's just that, on top of all the usual ups and downs of life, you'll get to be one of your son's personal sluts. And that makes everything else so much better. How could you even have a 'bad day' when you can literally feast on your son's thick pole for hours on end?! I can't even imagine!" Again, Rosanna stared off dreamily.

Sandy asked, "So, is that your short answer?"

Rosanna refocused, and nodded. "Yeah. Do you want to hear the long answer?"

"Of course. Is it much different?"

"Not really, except I can go into much more detail. I've given a lot of thought about my submissive lifestyle and why I enjoy cocksucking so much specially, when most women around the world remain oblivious. All of us here have given it great thought, because it's so important to us."

Sandy said, "I'm all ears. I'd like to hear it, because I'm still trying to come to grips with... well, everything! And I do appreciate your perspective."

"Good! Get comfy, because this may take a while." Rosanne started in on her much more detailed explanation.

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Meanwhile, Darrin found himself standing alone in the party, and he hated it. He felt like he'd been thrown back into a pool full of sharks. He'd been to some parties before, but mostly birthday parties. He was completely lost in this decidedly adult environment. He decided to simply keep to himself and observe the others for a while.

He didn't realize it, but all the other party goers had been given strict instructions on how to interact with anyone from the three new families. The most important rule was that they weren't supposed to reveal any new secrets, and especially not the sex slave secret. But also, they were supposed to give them space if they looked like they needed space, and Darrin definitely looked like he wanted to be alone for a while.

However, he didn't get to stay alone for long, because after just a couple of minutes, Vanessa walked up to him. Since she was from another one of the three new families, she wasn't aware of the rules, and probably wouldn't have followed them anyway, mainly because she was in an especially bitchy mood.

Vanessa wore a sour expression and had her head tilted slightly back so she could look down at him in disdain. Even though she and Darrin were the same height in bare feet, she tottered above him in her five-inch heels.

He looked down at her feet and noticed they were "normal" heels, not the special Napali kind. He correctly took that as a sign that she hadn't sexually progressed as much as Sandy and Jane had yet, to even get their "beginner" heels.

He also noticed she had a white collar around her neck. That was a more encouraging sign, indicating that she'd pledged herself to belong to Trevor in some way.

Darrin and Vanessa had never spoken to each other, so an introduction was called for.

But instead, she sneered at him as if they were long-time enemies already. "So, Mr. Thick Cock King. I heard your introduction, and I'm not so impressed. That's all you've got going for you, you know, your freakish penis size. Otherwise, you look like a skinny little loser to me."

Darrin was shocked and upset at that level of hostility. It hit him especially hard because he already was feeling like a fish out of water in this sea of physically perfect people.

But he had uncommon inner strength, which was a key reason why SI tests determined he would make a natural dominant master. All by himself, he could wallow in pity and doubt. But faced with a challenge, he felt renewed determination to stand up for himself.

He held his hand out for a handshake, and said sarcastically, "And I'm Darrin. Nice to meet you too."

She made no move to shake his hand. Instead, she looked down at it like it would be disgusting to touch. She was holding a half-finished glass of wine in her hand anyway.

When she ignored his comment, he said, "Seriously, what bug crawled up your butt? I don't know you from Adam. Why are you so mean when we've never even met yet? Can we start over please? Here, I'll do this more sincerely." He stuck his hand out again. "Hi, my name is Darrin. What's yours?"

She sighed as if she was put out. She reached out and shook his hand, but it was the limpest handshake he'd ever felt. It was more like she brushed her hand against his and then pulled it away. She said, "You know I'm Vanessa. But fine. Whatever."

She added in a voice dripping with sarcasm, as if she was making air quotes at the same time, "Nice to meet you." She rolled her eyes at the same time, to make sure he couldn't miss her contempt.

He brought his hand back to his side, and asked, "What the hey?! Seriously, I've never met anyone in my life so hostile from the get-go. What did I ever do to you?!"

She huffed, "Nothing, obviously. It's just the way you are. Look around the room."

He looked, puzzled what she was going on about. Then his eyes settled back on her stunning face. "Yeah? So?"

She huffed again, as if she was frustrated at having to explain something simple to a moron, "Look at us and then look at you! You're a fish out of water. You obviously aren't worthy of Napali status. You're only getting in on a technicality, due to your penis size, and because your mother and sister are so remarkably beautiful. I'm trying to do you a favor by telling you to save yourself from embarrassment. Go home now, back to where you belong, with all the normal people. Napali doesn't need your kind."

Darrin was shocked and angry. He was almost left speechless at her unexpected hostility. Her words stung, because she had a point. He'd even been mulling over how he was a "fish out of water" right before she'd started talking to him.

Furthermore, Vanessa was uncommonly beautiful, even compared to other Nepali-associated girls around her age. In particular, she had the sultry face of a classic movie actress, like Jane Russell or Jayne Mansfield. That made it even more intimidating just to talk to her.

But the more she insulted him, the more determined he was to stand up for himself and fight back. "Ah, I get it. At school, you must be one of the 'mean girls.' It's not enough that you're at the top of the heap because you're so beautiful. You have to put everyone else down just because you can."

"That's exactly right."

Both Darrin and Vanessa turned their heads, because that voice belonged to someone else.

That someone was Trevor. He stood only a couple of feet to the side of both Darrin and Vanessa. Apparently he had snuck up to them unnoticed because they were having such a heated conversation. He'd listened to them for a fair while before deciding to intervene, because he wanted to see how far his sister would go.

Darrin waved his hands in frustration. He complained to Trevor, "What the hell, man?! What's with your sister?! I've known some mean people, but she really takes the cake!"

Trevor sighed. "Sorry, dude. Imagine how I must feel. You've only had to talk to her once. I've had to live with her all the time."

Vanessa put on hand on her hip in an indignant pose. She would have used two hands, except she was still holding the wine glass. She griped, "HEY!"

Trevor growled at her, "Hey, yourself. Shut the fuck up!"

That shocked and silenced her, because her brother never talked to her like that.

He spoke apologetically to Darrin. "I said 'That's exactly right,' because she IS one of the mean girls who loves to put everyone down who she thinks isn't as good as her. Which means absolutely everybody, even her close friends." He gave his sister a withering look.

She gave him a defiant look in return. "So what? I diss people who deserve it. Like Mr. Toddler Body over here."

She looked to Darrin with another sneering face. She pointed off in a random direction. "Seriously, kindergarten is that way. I hear they have lots of Legos for you to play with. Run along, boy." She made a sweeping motion with her hand, as if brushing him out of the room.

Darrin was really hurt by her words. He wouldn't have minded much if her insults were unfounded, but she was hitting him at his weakest point. He really did look like the one person in the entire party who didn't belong.

Trevor facepalmed himself. With his hand on his forehead, he said to Darrin, "I'm very sorry. There's no polite way to dance around this burning bush, so I'll lay it on you straight: my sister is a real bitch, plain and simple. But the weird thing is, she actually has a nice and loving side too, if you get to know her and she lets her hair down. I think she's in rare form tonight because she's had a super weird day, like all of us, and she's feeling intimidated by all of the beautiful women surrounding us and her. She's used to being the undisputed queen of all she surveys. Except now she sees, like, 80 percent of the women here are hotter than she is."

Vanessa huffed, and even managed to get two defiant hands on her hips by being careful with her wine glass. "You lie! It's not 80. It's not even 50!"

Trevor rolled his eyes. "Close enough. My basic point still stands that you're no longer the superstar, with everyone kissing your feet. Here, you're in the middle of the pack."

Those words stung, and silenced her, because Trevor was honing in on her weakest point, just as she'd honed in on Darrin's weakest point.

Trevor looked back to Darrin. "So she's freaking out. She sees you as the easiest to pick on, because you're the youngest."

Vanessa said, "Not because he's the youngest. Because he's a shrimp all around. Just look at him and everyone else. The contrast is ridiculous! We're the special people, with perfect bodies. He's just... normal. I actually am trying to do him a favor by telling him to cut his losses and go home."

Trevor was even more agonized. He ran both hands through his hair. "Awww, fuck! Sorry, Darrin! I'm really sorry. Would you like to give her a spanking?"

Both Darrin and Vanessa were shocked. They said the same exact thing at the same time, "WHAT?!"

Trevor said to Darrin, "You heard me. She deserves it, for sure. Right here, right now. Sis, give me that." He reached out and snatched the wine glass from her.

She was too surprised to react.

"Now, pull your dress off, right here in front of my friend Darrin."

She protested incredulously, "But that'll leave me completely naked! I'm not wearing any underwear!"

"Exactly. Then I want you to wiggle your bare ass at him and say, 'I'm sorry, Darrin, for being such a mean bitch. I take it all back and I'll never say anything like that ever again.' Then, Darrin, it's up to you how many times you want to spank her."

Darrin exclaimed, "Are you serious?!"

"Of course I'm serious. Can't you see how things have changed here, for everybody? We have all the power, and Vanessa has none. It's all about that imbalanced sex ratio on Napali, which I see at this party too. You know all about that, right?"

"For sure." That reminder boosted Darrin's spirits. He thought, I'm not going to let Vanessa get me down. Not when I'm going to have three personal sluts on Napali, including Mom and Sis! There's nothing she can say or do to take that away from me!

Trevor said, "Good. Vanessa needs to learn there's a new world order here. I've tolerated her shit for years, because I was the younger brother and I couldn't do or say much. Our mom always took her side and spoiled her rotten. But that ends here and now! Vanessa, strip!"

Vanessa's face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily. She seemed both aroused and angry, but mostly angry. "Are you out of your fucking mind?! Right here, in front of all these strangers?! No fucking way! Go to hell!"

Darrin realized that Trevor was actually serious about the spanking idea, and really expected it to happen. He drew close to him so he could whisper confidentially. "Um, dude, I like the general idea, but Lisa told me there's a strict rule where no guy is ever allowed to touch any of the sisters or moms except their own."

Trevor muttered, "Oh yeah. Joni told us that too. But then, shit. What do I do to punish her? This bitchy crap has to stop!"

Darrin had no ideas to help.

Vanessa just stood there with her hands on her hips glaring angrily at her brother.

Then Trevor had an Eureka moment. "Oh, I know! Vanessa, you have two options. One, strip naked, here and now, apologize to Darrin, and then suck my dick. Or two, huff off like a bitch, and go sulk. But if you pick two, that'll mean no sucking my cock until further notice. And that could be a long, long time. I've got LOTS of options!"

Vanessa scoffed. "Ha! Easy! I choose option number two." She gave Darrin the middle finger, and made an ugly face at him on top of that.

But Trevor seemed unperturbed. He'd never behaved like this before, but he was feeling his naturally dominant nature come to the fore. "Okay, now you're asking for it, Sister! All of that, plus you're going to get a spanking, but I'll do the honors. And if you think I'm bluffing-"

"You're totally bluffing!" she said, confidently.

He resumed, "If you think I'm bluffing, just look around the room. Like I said, I've got lots of options. Every single sex goddess here would love to suck my cock. Except for the ones with the white collars, that is, and there aren't many of those. I don't need you at all, especially with Mom being so eager. Here, I'll show you."

Actually, he was bluffing in that sense that he loved and greatly desired his sister, and now that he's started having sex with her, it was a dream come true that he never wanted to end, not even for a day. But he had tremendous leverage over her, as long as she didn't realize the depth of his feelings for her, because there were so many extremely willing women all around him.

He needed to make a dramatic point to keep her guessing. He looked around the room, and settled on two women talking together. One looked Hispanic, and the other had an all-American Caucasian brunette look, but was unusually tall.

He spoke to them, "Excuse me, ladies. Can I interrupt you two for a minute?"

They turned his way and gave him their full attention. The tall one said, "Sure thing, honey. What can I do for you?"

Trevor told her, "My name's Trevor, and this is Darrin."

The Hispanic one said, "We know who you are. And that's your sister Vanessa. This is your special night. Congratulations on your new life!"

Trevor said, "Yeah, thanks. Um, well, we're having a problem. I was arguing that pretty much any woman here would be willing to suck my cock at the snap of my fingers, except for the collared ones. But my sister thinks I'm full of shit."

Both of the other women smiled from ear to ear. The tall one teased, "There's only one way to find out." She held a hand up, as if ready to snap her fingers.

Trevor caught on right away. He held a hand up too, except he actually snapped his fingers.

The two unnamed women moved with startling speed. They were on their knees in front of Trevor in a flash. And they had his fly unzipped and his penis in their hands just as quickly. They were acting with extra quick enthusiasm to help him prove his point.

Trevor was caught unawares, with a flaccid penis. But that changed mere seconds later, especially when both women leaned in and started lapping on his growing shaft.

But the strangest thing of all was the reaction in the rest of the room, because there was virtually no reaction whatsoever! Most of the other people talking in small groups noticed the rapid movement of the two women dropping to their knees. But after seeing that a double blowjob was about to start, they went right back to their conversations without showing any special surprise or even interest.

In actual fact, the others weren't nearly as disinterested as they seemed. But all of them had seen or taken part in this sort of situation before, and they instinctively sensed they could help Vanessa break to her brother's will by not making her feel even more embarrassed, at least not at this stage.

Vanessa was shocked and distraught. She complained, "Okay, okay! I get it! Stop it already! Please!"

The two kneeling women froze. They looked up to Trevor for further direction.

He reluctantly told them, "Um, sorry, ladies. I think my point is made. Thanks for the help, but do you mind if I give you a rain check on that? We'll have to see what my sister does. Either she'll suck me off solo, or I'll be asking you to pick up where you left off."

Instead of immediately answering, the two women resumed licking his dick until it was fully erect. Only then did they pull away and stand up.

The tall one said, "Okay, it's up to you. But it would be our great pleasure to suck a cock of a Napali-bound boy. It would be our honor as well. That kind of opportunity only comes around once a year, if we're lucky. Pick any woman around who isn't attached, and they'll say the same. We'll be standing by and waiting if you need us."

Trevor nodded. "Thanks."

The Hispanic one asked Darrin, "And you? Would you like to fuck our faces? Right here and now?"

Darrin practically choked at that totally unexpected offer. "Um... No! I'm good. But, uh, thanks."

He wasn't tempted, because he didn't want to be part of a public spectacle in the middle of a party he could barely handle attending in the first place. Also, that would take away from Vanessa being the center of her own public spectacle. Plus, he still had his penis soreness problem.

The two women smirked at him, then walked a few feet away. But instead of returning to their private conversation, they simply stood and stared to see how this drama would play out.

Vanessa clutched her hands into fists. "I cannot fucking believe it! 'Would you like to fuck our faces?' Seriously?! I hate this place! Napali sucks!"

Darrin smiled widely because he thought up a good zinger for Vanessa. "If you hate it, then let me give you some good advice. You should go home, now. You clearly don't belong here. Save yourself the embarrassment. I'm not saying that to be mean. I'm actually trying to do you a favor."

Trevor knew that Darrin was throwing some of Vanessa's earlier words back in her face. He held a hand up for a high-five. "Nice!"

The two boys slapped hands.

That annoyed Vanessa even more. She looked around the room. "Where's Mom?! Or Joni?! Brother, you're going to get it, when they find out you're treating me like this!"

Trevor said, "Sorry, you can't run to Mommy this time. She left with Joni to our room. Mom was in a hurry to take a nap. They asked me to stay behind to get you."

He turned to the two women who had just been on their knees in front of him. "What do you think, ladies? Will my mother or Joni come to her rescue?"

The tall one said, "Jasmine will probably try. Her reputation as a stuck-up bitch precedes her, just like her daughter. But she won't be successful. Everything has changed, and it's time she realizes it. I'm sure Joni will set her straight."

Vanessa complained, "Hey! Are you saying everyone at this party thinks I'm a 'stuck-up bitch?!' And my mother too?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. You and the other families are the talk of the town in SI circles these days, but that's a double-edged sword. We know more about you than you think."

Vanessa was miffed and chagrined to hear that. She wanted everyone to like her, but she knew she wouldn't fare well if judged on her behavior and not her beauty.

The Hispanic one directly addressed Vanessa, "Girl, if you want to be one of your brother's personal sluts, and I'm sure you do, even if you deny it-"

"I do NOT!" Vanessa folded her arms under her ample breasts.

"Then what's that collar doing around your neck? We all know what that means. Do you?"

That caught Vanessa flat-footed. She muttered, "Fuck!" She actually covered the collar with both hands before realizing what a futile and silly gesture that was. She was burning with embarrassment as she reluctantly dropped her hands to her sides. Yet she felt a strangely growing sexual arousal too.

She finally thought up an excuse. "That collar just means I don't want other guys trying to grab me."

The Hispanic woman rolled her eyes. "Who do you think you're trying to fool? Were you not just at Wanda's store, talking at great length about how you wanted to wear this or that see-through nightie, so you could get your brother's cock stiff enough for a nice long sucking?"

Vanessa stepped back in horror. "Shit! You know that?! How the fuck do you know that?!"

"Because I was there! I heard it with my own ears! You and your mother got so excited talking about all the different ways to get his cock stiff that you forgot to keep your voices down. You'd better get your head on straight, and fast! Napali has at least a dozen girls all at least as beautiful as you who would give their right arm to be one of Trevor's sluts!"

The tall one added, "If I were you, I'd drop to my knees and start sucking right now. Not only that, but suck him like it's life or death, unless you want to lose him! Otherwise, that's exactly what Juanita and I will do ourselves! And not only that, but he can have a dozen or two dozen women take turns on his cock all evening long."

The other one said, "What's so special about you? Your looks are nothing special here, or in Napali, and your personality certainly won't win you any favors. You've got one thing going for you, that you're his sister and he loves you. If you don't show some love back to him, and fast, you'll find Napali can be a very lonely place."

Vanessa clutched at the sides of her head. "This can't be happening! What a nightmare!"

She felt like the walls were closing in on her. Trevor had all the leverage and she had none. Her movie-star-quality face wasn't going to save her this time.

Trevor pointed out, "It's only a nightmare because you were so rude to Darrin here for no reason at all. You know you're just lashing out, and he doesn't deserve it."

Vanessa looked back to Darrin. Her face was conflicted. She grudgingly told him. "Okay. Fine. Whatever. Darrin, I'm sorry for you if you took it the wrong way when I said you don't deserve to be here. Even though you do have a scrawny chest and you look like a total dweeb. I guess you have an extra thick dick or whatever, so they're letting you in anyway."

Trevor burst into laughter. "THAT is your apology?!"

Vanessa put her hands back on her hips. "Yeah. So? You know I don't apologize easily. And I'm only doing it because you made me. And I'm telling Mom!"

Trevor laughed some more. "Even worse! Sheesh!"

Darrin also couldn't help but laugh at Vanessa's stubbornly rude manner and her non-apologetic apology.

Suddenly, Trevor was all business. "Okay, enough playing around. Sister, Strip. Now! Then kneel. Then suck me off! I don't care about all these strangers or what you say. Again, you have two choices. Either do exactly what I say, or no sucky sucky for you. With your attitude, it might be weeks before I'll let you suck me again. WEEKS! I'm going to want to check out all the eager Napali babes anyway."

She huffed, "HEY! Don't say that!" She tried to switch to a sweet approach. She gave him her best winning smile. "You love me, don't you? I know I can be mean sometimes, but you know how much I love you, even if I'm not good at showing it. And didn't I suck you really good earlier, twice?"

He was used to her sweet approach when she wanted things from him, so it didn't faze him. "It's your choice. Two options. I'll give you ten seconds to make your decision and get started stripping. No, make that five."

Vanessa got panicky in a hurry. She looked all around the room, as if her mother or someone else might show up and rescue her.

But still, the only other people paying any overt attention were Juanita and the still unnamed tall woman. (In fact, nearly all other conversations in the room had petered out so everyone could eavesdrop on this increasingly entertaining drama, but in her panic Vanessa didn't notice that.)

The tall woman said, "Girl, you'd better get moving, and fast! He's serious!"

Juanita added, "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for you, to protect you. Besides, you know how much you want it! Can't you imagine how good it'll feel to have his thick, hot meat back in your mouth, painfully stretching your lips?"

The taller one said, "Forget about where you are, and all of us. Just close your eyes and suck! I promise you, you'll immediately be transported to paradise! Think back to those two times you sucked him off earlier. If you're like every other woman in the room, there's literally nothing you love more! Think about how satisfying it'll feel when you get him to erupt and you feel his hot, creamy jizz sliding down your throat!"

Vanessa grunted and rubbed her face. "UGH! FUCK!"

She was feeling increasingly aroused, despite her best effort to fight it. The mention about feeling his cum go down her throat in particular really got to her, and made her salivate like crazy. Suddenly, it was like her tummy demanded a load of brotherly cum, and her mind was helpless to stop it.

Plus, her deepest, darkest secret, her naturally submissive side, was coming to the fore. The way her previously meek brother was making outrageous demands on her and not taking "no" for an answer was just about the hottest thing she'd ever experienced in her life. Her pussy was tingling and sopping wet. In fact, her entire body was tingling, and she was salivating so much she worried she might actually start drooling.

Trevor hadn't indicated he'd started counting yet, but he said out loud, "Three..."

Vanessa looked his way in alarm. "'Three?!' What happened to 'one' and' two?!'" She could practically taste her brother's cock in her mouth already. But being in a room full of strangers was still holding her back. In particularly galled her that Darrin was there and watching her with a smirk on his face.

He spoke the word "Four," but said it very, very slowly: "Foooooouuuuur..." He'd never put his cock away again. It was still fully exposed, erect, and sticking nearly straight out.

Darrin couldn't resist the urge to look at it and compare sizes. As far as he could tell, it was nearly the exact same size as his own, except his was a bit thicker, perhaps by half an inch, if even that much. (He didn't realize just how much of a difference half an inch of thickness made in a woman's mouth.)

"FUUUUCK!" Vanessa stared right at her brother's exposed erection with an undisguised hunger. Then she made a snap decision and began taking her dress off. It was a one-piece, just like the type Sandy and Jane had worn since leaving Wanda's store. Luckily, it had a zipper on the back. Vanessa unzipped that, and then started to pull the straps off her shoulders.