I helped him carry the third one down. Then he got his fifteen-year-old sister, Maria, made her lie on her back, pulled her new skirt up, her stained panties down, and wedged his chin between her thighs, blinking his eyes over her cunt hair. “Look at her.” (There was powdery gray on his head: I’d already done him once that morning.) He lifted his face. “She giggle all the time like that. Anybody fuck on her and she giggle. You suck my dick while I eat it out her pussy, huh?” Later he made her take all her clothes off and crawled on top, while she clawed the back of his shirt, big thighs shaking outside the sweaty cloth of his pants, big tits flattened beneath the wadded Saturday gray.

“Tickle my nuts!”

I put my hand between them where they rocked. His penis was very hot and slipped against the side of my palm. I tried to get some fingers into her. Then I tried to put my face down there and lick at her, but I couldn’t.

He shot.

“Hey …” He panted, rolling off. “You didn’t tickle my nuts.” But he was grinning. His belt was still tied but the top button on his pants had come loose. His crotch hair was wet and his cock—a wrinkled nozzle with a vein up the side—shone. “You wanna fuck on her now?”

Maria had her forearm over her mouth. She watched me across it, blinking. She was making hiccuppy sounds.

“Come on, come on.” Pedro hit her thigh with the back of his hand. “Open it, huh?”

She opened her legs for my face. Rough hair cut my mouth, till I got to the cunt, spreading around my chin. I sank in the double taste. My tongue went up against a fold in the roof where a nut, hooded in wet flesh, made her thighs clap my ears. I jabbed deeper, holding her buttocks while a mattress button on a loose thread dug the back of my hand.

She dribbled down one side of my chin.

“Fuck on her!” Pedro insisted. “Don’t you know how to fuck?”

He leaned on my back with one hand, while his other reached between my legs, caught my fly. “Buttons …!” he said, before he found there were only two left. “Shit, man!” He put his hand inside and pulled my cock out. Stiff, it hurt on the edge of the denim. I almost came. “Oh, Christ,” Pedro said. “You better put that thing up her pussy, cocksucker!”

I crawled up Maria and ground my wet face in her neck. She Shisssed beside me.

For a while I tried just to poke it in while I held onto her shoulders. But somebody has to use hands. I got the head in—and pushed. She just stopped breathing, then went, “Uhhhh.…” With one hand I held her shoulder and rubbed the side of her squashed tit with the other. Every third or fourth push, she’d shake her head and gasp. Her legs flapped against my sides. She lifted her feet off the mattress; and when I’d relax after a hunch in her, her ankles hit my hips.