I was already uncomfortable having my own sex out at the theater, but apparently Darcy needed me to do the same for her. I reached across the armrest and unbuttoned my sister’s jeans. She lifted up her butt to let me pull down her pants and panties. Her hairless pussy was now bare on the movie theater seat.
I slipped my finger into my sister and she resumed stroking my cock. Darcy took a long, slow approach. Sometimes she would tease me to the edge, then pull me back. Others she would lightly trace and tease. I was in a constant state of near-orgasm.
For myself, I lacked the skill to do the same for Darcy. The first time she came, it was a little one. Her hips tightened and she let out a little gasp. I wouldn’t even have known it happened except she leaned over and told me.
“You made me cum,” Darcy whispered in my ear, “You made your big sister cum in a movie theater.”
She settled in and we both got back to stroking. The next time was more obvious. Darcy’s hand shot down and held my wrist in place.
“Ah,” she gasped, “AH!” Her whole body stiffened, then wriggled. Even in the dark, I could see her face flush.
Now it was a challenge. Seeing Darcy screwed up in pleasure like that was awesome and I wanted to watch it again. But try as I might, I couldn’t get her back to that height. I managed to drag a few smaller cums out of her, I recognized them now, but nothing more.
Then, with the final car chase on screen, Darcy pushed my hands out of her pussy.
“Time for the big finish,” my sister told me. She leaned over the armrest and swallowed as much of my cock as she could. I’d already been building for two hours, it wasn’t going to take much effort.
When I came, it exploded out of me, bubbling and burbling like an open fire hydrant. One large blast and then one after the other. I felt like I wouldn’t ever stop cumming but, slowly, I did. Darcy popped off my cock, showed me how full her mouth was, and swallowed. Then she took a big handful of popcorn and chased my semen with it. She gave me a big, happy-cat smile.
As the credits came on screen, my sister pulled up her pants. I did the same. We left the half-eaten bucket of popcorn behind and walked down the steps. Before we could leave, a theater employee caught my arm. He was middle aged, round around the middle, with nothing but a few brown wisps of hair at the top. His nametag said, I kid you not, Rod.
“I got a complaint that you two were acting inappropriately in there,” he said.
“Those old bastards,” Darcy said.
“I can’t tell you who it was,” Rod said.
“They were the only other people in the theater,” Darcy said.
“In any case, they claimed they heard you doing,” and here Rod got nervous, “dirty stuff.”
“This is my brother!” Darcy screamed, “Are you implying what I think you are?!” She grabbed my elbow protectively and, ironically, painfully.
“Um, no ma’am,” Rod said. He seemed to be shrinking with every second.
“Are you accusing me of committing… I can’t even say the word! Is that what you’re actually doing?” Darcy was loud enough that other people were looking over at us now.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” Rod said, “They must have been mistaken.”
“Fuck right!” Darcy said, then stormed out of the theater, dragging me in tow. As soon as the doors hissed behind us, my sister started cackling madly.
I couldn’t do the same. I was mortified. But she seemed to think it was all a big joke and told me I was being silly for thinking anything otherwise.
“Come on, I want to go shopping,” Darcy said, once her laughter had died down. We marched across the parking lot and up to the mall.
It was afternoon now, and the shopping center was fairly crowded. There was a Chipotle in the food court and we both got burrito bowls for lunch.
“I hate this fucking place,” Darcy said as we ate. We were sitting on tiny chairs in the middle of an ocean of small tables . It was loud, full of surly teenagers and wild children.
“Why did we come here then?” I asked.
“Something to do,” Darcy said, “Get out of the house. Not get stuck gardening or whatever. There’s nothing to do here. This mall, this town, this fucking state. I hate all of it.”
“Why’d you come back?” I asked.
“Don’t sound too disappointed, brother,” Darcy said. She reached across the table and took a handful of my chips.
“No, I’m glad you’re home,” I said. I saw my sister’s dubious look, “I really am. And not only for the, you know, other stuff. But you seem so unhappy.”
“It was come back home or move in with, like, six other women in a crappy studio apartment,” Darcy said, “You don’t get it. You’re still fucking around.” She waved her hand as she said that, a kind of upward twirl that, apparently, meant ‘fucking around.’ “But life, once you have a real one, it’s not about making good choices. Just taking the least bad one.”
“Don’t sound too disappointed, sis,” I said to her. I stole one of my chips back from her pile.
Darcy leaned over the table kissed my forehead. “You’re the best thing I’ve got going, E. Don’t you worry.”
After we ate, we walked around the mall. I assumed we would look for clothes for my sister, but she plowed past every women’s store, even the shoes. Instead, we stopped at a place with men’s clothes. Darcy dragged me inside. She picked out bright colored dress shirts and dark slacks, things I would never wear, and made me try them on. When I was done, she picked three shirt and pant combos and brought them up to the register.
“That will be $151,” the cashier said. He was a short, trim man with perfectly manicured fingernails. Darcy looked at me, expectantly.
“I don’t have that kind of money,” I said, “Especially not for clothes I won’t even wear.”
“Yes, you do, and yes, you will,” Darcy said. She had on her ‘you will get this blowjob and like it’ face. I knew better than to argue with her. I didn’t have a lot of money, only a small bit of savings I’d squirrelled over the years. Maybe five grand in total. I had a sinking feeling it wasn’t going to be mine much longer.
“This is a great deal,” Darcy said, “You’ll be paying twice that at other places.”
The cashier nodded enthusiastically in agreement. I sighed, but I took out my debit card and let the guy run it. He gave me back my card and a bag of clothes, neatly folded.
We did that at three other stores. Darcy picked out very professional looking outfits – dress shirts and polos, khakis and slacks – and made me pay for them. After a couple hours, I was laden down like a teenage girl on a shopping spree. The only thing I had on me that was light was my newly denuded savings account. Darcy led me through the mall like she was my shopping Sherpa.
“One last place,” Darcy said, and I said a silent prayer that it wasn’t a jewelry store. Instead we stopped in front of a lingerie shop. My sister gave me a wicked smirk and went inside.