No, just Karen this time

One problem with dating his sister was that neither had a car. So, the 'date' consisted of a walk to the deli, the only commercial place nearby. At least they could get a Coke or an ice cream.

"You really know how to show a girl a good time," Karen said after they'd climbed straight uphill for about a mile before turning on PV Drive East for the second stretch of the walk.

"Yeah, I'm a riot."

She took his arm. "Why did you pick me? You could have gone out with one of those other girls and gotten them to drive. I'll bet April would even have brought you some extra food from that restaurant where she works."

He shrugged. "I'm not mister hot stud. Or at least I wouldn't be if it weren't for you. If anyone deserves a date, it's you. So, yeah it's not the most romantic, but I wanted to spend some time with the best sister in the world."

"Just the best sister?"

"Now you're trolling for compliments. No, you're the best sister and the best girlfriend in the world. And the hottest girl I know."

"Hotter than Tanya?"

"Definitely."

"Gotcha."

He looked up to see they'd reached the deli and Tanya was just emerging.

She looked fantastic in her cutoffs and bikini top, and her little Mercedes convertible gleamed in the hot afternoon sun.

"Hotter as in all sweaty," she sneered.

"Hey Tanya," Matt tried.

Tanya ignored his attempt, got in her car and headed out.

"That was a dirty trick," he told Karen.

"Maybe, but watch. I'll bet you a dollar she's going to be nicer to you at school. The only girl she thinks is competition is Natasha. Now she has to worry that little me is going to snag the hot guys... and if she believes you think I'm hotter than her, she's going to have to prove you wrong."

"Maybe."

"Definitely. Now buy me a big gooey ice cream bar. I want to lick it all over."

She grabbed them a picnic table while he went inside and bought himself a Coke and his sister an ice cream bar. The bill was way more than he would have paid in L.A. but he figured if you were the only place within five miles, you got to charge what you wanted.

He offered the ice cream to his sister who, as promised, peeled off the wrapper and started licking it.

Before long, he wasn't the only guy watching her.

She made a production out of giving that ice cream the blowjob of its life, slipping it deep in her mouth then slowly pulling it out, licking the tip, then sliding her tongue all the way to the base and licking there. She even gave it a couple of kisses which, Matt thought, was a little over the top, not that he was complaining.

Finally, when she had the attention of every guy and most of the girls within about two miles, she bit smack into the bar, crunching the chocolate with her sharp little teeth.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

"Oh, Matty, play your cards right and who knows what's going to happen."