Put on a show

The car rumbled to a stop, sounding like the drive had made it physically exhausted and now it could finally collapse.

I felt the exact same way, but the night wasn't over just yet.

Candi had something planned, and behind that plan it felt like she just had more plans. Insidious ideas and designs to fulfill the cravings of her dark desires. Tonight had confirmed for me just how fucked up she was. I could literally taste how wet she got from talking down to my sister. From making her talk about....sinful things.

And yet here I was. Too much shame and fear to do things as directly as her, but too fucked up and curious to stop. A willing puppet that could cut its strings at any time, but desperately wanted to see how this play would end. How far it would go.

"Are you done?" Candi asked. Texting on her phone without looking at me.

"What? Done what?"

"Done having your broody internal monologue." She raised her eyes up at me.

"I wasn't-"

"Yeah you were." She hopped out of the car and slammed the door.

"Thinking about things isn't the same as brooding internally." I closed the door behind me and Candi pinned me to the car. Standing over me with her arms blocking my escape.

"Why can't you accept that I know you better than you do? That I know your sister better than she does?" She relaxed and took a step backwards. Offering me her hand. "Have I been wrong so far?"

"That depends on your definition of 'wrong'." I took her hand and she held me tightly. Pulling me out of the streetlight and onto the footpath.

"Take the lead." Candi slowed her steps and let me walk ahead of her. "Walk halfway to your front door and the stop. Pivot around to face me."

I did what she wanted, and I could see the pieces of her plan here. Through the shades on the windows Mom and Sam watched us, just like Candi had wanted. Both of them waiting to see just how this would play out.

Candi raised her foot and rocked side to side, putting a cute pout on her face. A perfect simulacrum of a normal girl, sad to say goodbye to her boyfriend.

"Say something." She hissed, while keeping that cute expression on her face.

"Why? They can't hear us from over there?"

"Just move your lips and act confident idiot." She looked down and even managed to make herself blush. As if I'd just called her beautiful or something.

"Like this?" I held my hand on her cheek, pointing her face back towards me and stripping closer to her.

"A good start." She looked up at me with wide eyes, hesitant but begging for more. She played the role so well I was almost convinced by it. Only the harsh dryness of her voice broke the illusion. "Now, nice and slowly where they can see, kiss me."

Gently I moved towards her lips, hesitating and drawing the moment out. Like this would be our first time. Something special.

Was my act good enough to convince mom? Probably. I didn't look over to see, but I knew she'd be quietly proud of me as I pressed my lips softly against Candi's. Happy I'd finally achieved success with a girl, and she'd be one step closer to granddads.

But what about Sam...

"Hold here for a second." Candi broke the kiss and pressed her forehead into mine. Staring deeply into my eyes. "You're not a bad kisser you know."

"Does that run in the family as well?"

That got a smirk on her face. The first bit of genuine emotion to break through her facade.

"I guess you'll just have to find out." She slipped back into the innocent act. Blushing and slowly pulling herself off of me. "Grab my ass and pull me back in."

She wanted more? It shouldn't have surprised me, but I figured that was it. Mom saw us kiss so she'd be off my back for a while, and Candi got to tease Sam by making her watch it all. But no, of course that wasn't enough for Candi.

Gracelessly, I held her ass through her skirt and pulled her in. Candi feigning shock, but intrigue. The modest girl being lured in by a strong dominant man.

"Quit being a baby and grab my ass like you mean it!"

Fine. If she wanted to put on a show I'd put on a fucking show.

Lifting her skirt up to flash her ass to my mother and sister, I slapped it hard enough to leave a mark. Grabbing on tight to her bare cheeks and slipping my fingers in deeper. Teasing her asshole between her fat cheeks. Candi jumped me and started making out with me like it was her first time. Sloppily running her tongue on my lips and down her throat as I played with her ass right where everyone could see.

Sam would see through my act. She would know who the true director of this show was. The question then, was if she would see through Candi's act? Could she tell this wasn't our first time making out? Would she know we'd gone further than this already?

"Get my cunt juices over your fingers and make me clean them off." Candi moaned into my ear between devouring my face.

Jeasus fuck she was insatiable. Insatiable and dripping wet. My two fingers slipped right into her warm wet pussy and were soaked in seconds. But even though I was knuckle deep inside this hot piece of ass, her lipstick leaving marks all over my face, I couldn't stop thinking about my sister.

I chanced a glance at the window again, and I could still see her watching. Mom's eyes had left, she'd clearly seen enough. But Sam remained watching. She was watching me finger her girlfriend's cunt under her skirt. Watching Candi dig her teeth into my neck and mark me as hers. Watching me jiggle and slap her ass as if I owned it.

She watched as I pulled my fingers out of Candi's cunt, and fed them to her. Watched as her girlfriend sucked them clean and then dove her tongue back into my mouth so I could taste it as well.

Candi had to be right about her. Because if she wasn't Sam would have already busted the door down and killed me.

"Feels nice taking charge, doesn't it?"

"Did I though?"

Candi just laughed, diving a hand intoned cleavage to pull something out.

"Give your sister this and tell her to call me." Candi put it in my hand and started to walk back to her car. "She'll know what to do with it."

Striped red, cotton and slightly damp. Fresh enough that Candi must have been wearing them today. Had she slipped them off before our date, or did she find the time to do it while we were out?

"What do I say about us?" I shouted before she could get back in her car.

The plan, Sam's plan, had been for the date to be a bust. To get it over with and to get mom off my back by showing we weren't meant to be. After the showing they just got though....

"Just tell them the truth." Candi pulled a cigarette out of her car and lighted it. Leading against her car and taking a long drag while looking me up and down.

"Tell them I'm your girlfriend now."