VIDEO STORE VICTIMS 4

I'm back, finally. Finished my project, got some sleep and am going through the list of stories I have to update. But I'm going backwards this time. It's short but important. Go find the Video Store Victims stories to catch up. You kinda have to. Hope you enjoy.

VIDEO STORE VICTIMS 4

They got into a plush Mercedes and Peter drove out fast. Though when he hit the expressway, they slowed down to a crawl.

“Fuck I hate LA traffic,” Peter growled out.

“Wow, this is bad,” Diane said from the back seat.

“It’s normal honey. Get it every day.”

“God, “ she gushed out.

“Yeah, this is California. The seventh largest economy in the world, a broke state, and traffic like this. You wouldn’t think it, huh?”

“No way. But I’m kinda horny,” Diane announced.

“Can’t do nothing right now babe. Take care of your brother if you have to,” Peter announced.

Diane looked at Ray who smirked. The zipper went down and his soft cock came out. With Diane’s strong suction, she had his staff engorging with blood, standing proudly before her face in under a minute. “God, I love this thing,” she whispered and sucked him down to the root.

”Shit,” Ray hissed, feeling his thick shaft down his sister’s throat. Peter adjusted the rear view mirror and giggled.

“That’s a mean cock you’re takin’ kiddo.”

Diane pulled her head off the throbbing cock, thick spittle dripping. “Don’t I know it. It’s a real monster. And he’s the only one to make me cum.”

“Really?”

Ray smiled broadly. “She likes ‘em big, I guess.”

“Then you and I are brothers. She sure likes mine.”

Ray laid his head back on the leather headrest and let Diane suck him into heaven.

She gurgled a bit but didn’t spill a drop of her brother’s life giving offering. With a wet kiss on his spongy head Diane sat back and climbed onto the seat.

“All done?”

“For now,” Diane said, smirking.

Peter made some violent moves with the road hugging sedan and soon they pulled up to a home on the ocean. The garage door opened and the car pulled in.

Diane reached for the door. “Don’t get out till the door closes honey. Nosey neighbors.”

Once the garage door was closed everyone exited.

Peter was gracious and led them into his airy home. The rear wall was all window, offering a breathtaking view of the ocean surf.

All three stood at the glass and peered out. “Wow,” Diane sighed.

“Yeah. It’s nice. Private beach too.”

“Really?” Ray asked.

“Yep. You could streak across that sand and no one would know, but me, I guess. You game honey?”

Diane blushed. “Um, well, I don’t know.”

“She’s a bit different,” Ray added.

“Oh?” Peter said, arching an eyebrow. “How so?”

Diane gave Ray a harsh look. “Maybe later,” she offered. “So where’s this good shit you got?”

Peter laughed, ushered