Plain Janie

Maria gagged at the first taste of his sperm but swallowed it all. His penis escaped her slurping mouth and fell limply to his leg.

She slithered up his body, dragging her perky breasts and hardened brown nipples across his torso. Harvey closed his eyes and thanked whatever god had compelled her to revisit his bar.

“Oh my God Harvey.” A brilliant mouthful of large white teeth flashed behind brightly painted lips. Soft red lips that pressed against his. He tasted his foul sperm on her lips.

She threw a long well-muscled leg over his body. “It’s my turn again.” She ran pointed fingernails over his well-developed torso.

“I thought you wanted to take me to the gym and show me some of your leg exercises.” He squeezed one of her taut, toned calves.

“Who needs the gym,” she purred. “I have the proper equipment right here.” She squeezed the head of his exhausted penis. He hoped he had enough left for one more round.

She rolled onto her back and opened her legs. Harvey got into position, his penis firmed. His eyes traced the skinny strip of ebony pubic hair. An easy to follow road that directed travelers to the pink slit below. He pressed the head of his penis against her wet labia, he felt like an old friend returning home. She moaned.

His penis parted her pussy’s lips and entered the slick tunnel. He shoved in to the hilt while her hands wandered to his back. She tickled and clawed, raking his tanned flesh with her nails. “You’re so hard.” She panted as he bucked his hips. He showed no mercy, nothing could slow him down. “Even after three hours.”

Three hours? Oh shit! He glanced at the clock on his dresser. It taunted him with the numbers four and forty-five. Almost five you inconsiderate jackass. His stepsister was going to kill him. He tried to pull out of Maria, but the thin latina had her pumpkin-smashing thighs wrapped around his waist.

He struggled to get free; she was too strong and too far gone to be reasoned with. His balls tingled. “Oh shit,” he groaned. The first shot fired deep inside Maria. She felt it too and unwrapped her long legs, allowing him to pull out. Semen shot wildly, adding more cream to the mocha skin of her belly.

***

Harvey scrambled through the library parking lot just as the church down the street tolled five. Right on time, Craig thought. He got up from the chilly library steps and blocked his stepbrother’s path.

“Shut up Craig.” Harvey never even gave him a chance to gloat. “I was busy.” He tried to brush past Craig, but the smaller man grabbed his sleeve.

“Busy with who? Was it the fitness queen or the Icelandic swimsuit model. Maybe it was a new one: a hillbilly girl. She’s got no teeth but gives terrific blowjobs.”

“Just lay off. I’m here now.” Harvey’s brow glistened with sweat. “Plain Jane should get her own wheels if she doesn’t like waiting.”

“Janie can’t afford a car. You’ve seen her medical bills, you’ve seen the rat hole where she lives.” Craig released Harvey’s arm. “And stop calling her Plain Jane, you really hurt her feelings yesterday.”

“Why should I care about Plain Jane’s feelings?” Harvey asked.

“Because she’s your sister.”

Harvey’s finger stuck Craig’s chest. “She’s your sister. I was dragged into your little family by marriage not by choice.”

Jane was in the middle of an unscheduled story time. Tonight it was Dr. Seuss. Craig smiled, you can’t beat the classics.

“I was with Maria again,” Harvey whispered. Craig wasn’t paying attention to Harvey. He listened to his sister recite all of the things that could possibly be swimming within McElligot’s Pool. “I ate her out on the bed. I swear she just about crushed my skull with those legs.” That got Craig’s attention. “She’s like the Bionic Woman from the waist down.”

Craig looked around nervously. The bespectacled face of Harry Potter was plastered on a nearby wall, staring at him from a poster that urged children to read. “Is this really the appropriate place to be having this conversation?” Craig asked. His voice was barely audible.

“Funny thing is this hot blonde had already asked me to take her out tonight. She was kind of skanky but had a great ass. I gave her my phone number not ten minutes before Maria showed up.”

“So you’re going to cancel the blonde?”

“Are you insane. There’s always something left in the tank for blondes with great asses.”

“What about Maria?”

“I asked her to lock up after she dressed.”

Craig shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. Won’t you feel guilty about cheating on her?”

“Technically I cheated on the blonde when I was with Maria this afternoon so it’s only fair that I cheat on Maria with the blonde tonight.” His stepbrother’s reasoning was baffling. It was like the circle of life for philanderers. “Did I asked to be born this way?” Harvey smoothed his leather jacket and struck a rigid pose.

“I’m sure you’d trade it all away and settle down if the right girl ever came along,” Craig said.

“Hell no! If I wouldn’t trade it all for an Argentine with thighs-of-steel, then I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Poor Harvey, he couldn’t even spell sarcasm. “I’m really glad we’re not actually related,” Craig whispered.

They were interrupted by another librarian pushing a cart of books. The woman was at least sixty, her face starting to wither. Even she stopped to glance at Harvey.

“Face it Craig, I could have any woman I wanted.”

“Any woman?” Craig asked. Harvey nodded, puffing out his chest. Craig motioned over his shoulder to the front desk. “What about Mrs. Henderson.”

“Yuck,” Harvey grimaced and stuck out his tongue. “It would be ethnically wrong.” Craig didn’t bother correcting him. “But I would have that gray head bobbing in my lap by the end of the day.”

“The end of the day?” Craig asked. The woman hated his guts. If Harvey tried to make a move on her he’d be force fed his own balls. He had the beginnings of a plan. Just an idea, something that had been fermenting in his skull for a while. “You couldn’t get a piece of Mrs. Henderson in a million years.”

“She’d be ready to ditch Mr. Henderson by the end of the week,” Harvey said. Craig asked him how confident he was. Harvey narrowed his dark eyes. “I’d bet you anything that I could have any woman within one week.”

Harvey cracked open the door, now it was up to Craig to stick his foot inside. He had to move fast, before the opportunity and the door slammed shut. “Bet your Chevelle,” Craig said. His stepbrother arched his eyebrow. “Bet me your Chevelle that you can sleep with any woman within a week.” Craig rubbed his palms together.

“Since when did you become a gambling man?”

“This is no gamble. You’re practically giving me that car.” Craig’s statement had the intended effect. Harvey bristled, he was one step from foaming at the mouth.

“Your on Craig. Pick any girl you want. By the end of one week I’ll be wearing her panties, not literally. One rule: no Mrs. Henderson.” Harvey was firm on the matter. “The girl has got to be our age.” Craig nodded, it would be difficult but not impossible. He held out his hand. Harvey slapped it away. “You have to put something on the line,” Harvey whispered.

Craig had anticipated this as well. “I am. My van.”

“I don’t want your shitty van. I’m putting my baby on the line, you have to bet something just as precious. Your house.”

“My house?! How do you figure some old car is worth me losing my house?”

“Some old car?” Harvey asked, his hushed voice thick with indignity. “We are talking about a 1968 Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu, the finest machine ever built. Fully restored inside and out. I reconditioned the engine myself. Took me four years to hunt down all the damned parts!

“I’d say it’s worth just as much as that dinky box you live in.”

Craig didn’t want the car as much as he wanted to beat Harvey. He had dreamed of the day he would be able to look his egotistical stepbrother in the eye and say, ‘you’re not good enough,’ if he had to wager his own home to do it, then so be it.

“So?” Harvey asked. “Who’s the lucky girl?”

That would be the tricky part. Every girl Craig had ever known had lusted over his tall, muscular stepbrother. Craig had stopped bringing dates home for fear they would be meet Harvey and be turned to the dark side by his charms. Kelly was the only woman who had never shown much interest in Harvey. Which in retrospect isn’t very surprising considering her interest in men turned out to be precarious at best.

He needed someone who had the strong will to resist Harvey’s advances, someone who would never give Harvey a second look, someone who saw Harvey for the decadent clod that he was.

The library was near silent. His sister’s cheery voice was the only noise that rose above the whispers and fluttering of pages. Craig closed his eyes and thought, if only he could find a girl that detested Harvey as much as Jane did. That was it, his answer. He only needed his stepbrother’s acquiescence.

“Janie,” Craig said. His voice was quiet but unyielding.

“What?” Harvey had almost shouted. Shushes came from all directions. Jane stopped reading. She looked up from the book and glared.

“You said any girl as long as she’s our age.” Craig whispered, his voice was so low he wondered if Harvey could hear. “Janie’s twenty-five and she’s most definitely a girl.”

“She’s my sister!”

“Stepsister. You aren’t related by blood, you only got dragged into this family by marriage.” Craig was pleased to throw the bigger man’s words back at him. “Do we have a bet or not?” Craig thrust out his hand. Harvey hesitated for a moment then gripped Craig’s hand, squeezing harder than necessary. The bet was on.