A Mischievous App Ch. 04

After eating, Megan got a call from her mother, and Bobby knew it was bad when she started rubbing his leg and squeezing. It felt apologetic. Their night would be cut short, and he found out that was the case when she hung up. Megan and her family had to catch a flight in the morning, and her mother didn't trust her to come back on time.

The woman pulled up to the curb in an SUV, and they walked over. Megan opened the back door, revealing a row of three seats, and her sleeping sister, he guessed. Folded dry-cleaning sat in the front.

"Hi, you must be Bobby," her mom said. "Call me Kate, sweety. I'm sorry about cutting your date short, but we have a flight tomorrow at four in the morning. How about I give you a ride home?"

"Don't worry about it, I understand," Bobby said, lying. He was extremely disappointed about the turn of events. The things Megan had whispered in his ear still danced through his mind.

"You're sweet, hop in next to Emma," Kate said, keening her head toward the woman in the back. Emma wore a baby blue tank top and white pants and was blessed with a chest like Megan. Her mouth was wide open, and her hair a frazzled mess of deep black, the same shade as Megan's. The seat belt was the only thing holding her upright, except for her head, which hung to one side. Drool escaped her mouth.

He grimaced, Emma reminded him of his sister, Jules, who had given up hygiene. Bobby slid in next to the woman, and Megan followed suit, avoiding the taken front seat. "Just flip her head toward the window," Megan said. "Gently."

Cradling Emma's head, he slowly made room for himself, pushing her over a bit. "We'll be back on Monday, turtledove, and you two can have another date," Kate said and crooned at her daughter. "You look gorgeous, dear." She pulled off, speeding out of the parking lot.

Megan massaged his crotch immediately, and he held in a surprised gasp as his dick came to life. A moment later, Kate flew over a speed bump without slowing, and Emma's seat belt unhooked, her face crashing into his lap. She didn't wake up.

"Oh, that damn belt," Kate grumbled, chancing a look in the back, and Megan pulled her hand off him in time. "We're almost there. Do you mind helping her after we stop, sweety?"

"Er, sure," Bobby said, hovering his hands above Emma's limp, heavy body.

"You're a doll," Kate said, focusing on the road. "I need to make a quick Tooget run before I drop you off."

I should get Amanda something, he thought. "No problem," Bobby said, and Megan started rubbing him again. Slow, groping strokes through the thin fabric. Emma's hand and mouth were right there too, the former cradling his leg. His cock throbbed, painfully constricted by his trousers. Emma brought her left hand to her mouth, sucking her thumb until they reached the store. Megan's sister looked twenty, who sucked their thumb at that age? he wondered.

Kate parked, leaving the car running. "I won't be long," she said, smiling and shouldered her purse before closing the door.

Megan wasted no time undoing his fly and getting out his cock. "I'm so sorry, Bobby, a hand job will have to do for now," she said and licked his neck. "Unless." She stroked him base to tip.

"Unless what?" he asked.

She angled his shaft, bringing his glans closer to Emma's lips. Megan rubbed his dick on the tip of Emma's nose; her cheeks were puffing in and out as she sucked her finger. He could feel the breath escaping her nostrils. "My big sister could give you a blowjob," Megan said, voice whiny.

"Are you fucking crazy?" he asked.

"You have no idea what you're missing, virgin," Megan said and shifted Emma's lips closer, pushing the back of her head. She smeared his throbbing tip against Emma's upper lip. "She sucks like a vacuum; I've stuck my finger in her mouth before. You're going to be in heaven."

Before he could respond, Megan took Emma by the wrist and pulled the thumb out of her mouth. Emma opened wide, searching for more with her red, glittering tongue, and she found Bobby's mushroom tip. Sucking him in like a popsicle. Her mouth gushed, as if she hadn't swallowed all day and invited an inch of length inside.

Emma suckled, driving more blood into his tip, and Megan stroked his base. "How is it, virgin?" she asked as he gasped, gripping the hem of Megan's dress for dear life. Emma's mouth suctioned even the marrow from him, and he convulsed from her warmth and eager tongue. It prodded him, flexing and contorting about his cock.

"Mmm," Emma muttered in her sleep, tonguing the precum from his tip. She gulped and smacked her wet lips around his shaft, tasted him. Emma released him slightly, one massive breast smushing into his side, and treated his member like a straw. Slurping sounds played like a song.

"You're fucking crazy, Megan," Bobby moaned, squeezing one of Emma's generous melons.

Megan pumped him faster and said, "Cum for her, we don't have all night. Does her mouth feel good?"

His chest constricted, and Bobby flooded her mouth. Emma swallowed, lapping it up and gurgling, driving it down her throat and into her stomach. Cock spasming, he coated Emma's tongue; it felt like a lazy eel and just as slimy. She gulped multiple times, clearing her gums of Bobby's spunk.

"That's it, virgin, give it to my big sis," Megan whispered as he convulsed and trembled. He did as she bade, spilling everything he had into Emma's sopping maw.

Scooting his backside forward, his cock slipped out of Emma's mouth with a pop. "Hmm," Emma complained while she slept, and Megan replaced her thumb.

"She has an oral fixation," Megan said. "And some kind of sleep disorder."

Bobby quickly put his dick back and zipped up. His phone was buzzing, but he ignored it as the store's bright, bullseye sign drew his attention. His thoughts flashed to Amanda and how much she loved Porkemon cards. Tooget had them aplenty. "Fuck, Megan," he said, peering down at Emma, who contentedly worked on her own thumb again.

"I knew you would like it," she said and kissed him, rubbing his chest.

Coming up for air, Bobby said, "How long do you think Kate will be? I have a few things to get."

"There's time, she won't leave without you," Megan said, running a finger along the swell of Emma's breast.

He heaved Emma off his lap, positioning her against the door and buckled her seat belt. "I'm going to get some cards for my sister," Bobby said. Amanda was like him, friendless and caring only for video games and cute cards. The latter was where they differed, Bobby didn't give a shit about cards of any kind, and he thought she was too old for them, but he would never say that to her face.

Once inside, Bobby grabbed a cart and bee lined it to the card section near the front. He snatched a bunch of Porkemon items. Tins. Etbs. Different sets and premium collections. Amanda was one of his only real friends, and he wanted to spoil her for once. He picked out a binder too, for keeping her favorites.

While he was checking out, Kate appeared with her own cart. She had towels, a suitcase, and other travel items. "What is all this, doll?" Kate asked him, taking the self-checkout next to Bobby. She wore a white dress shirt that was too tight, her bust pulling at the buttons, and black dress pants with thin stripes. Her heels clicked as she moved.

"My twin sister, Amanda collects Porkemon, and I figured I'd surprise her," Bobby said, scanning another box and bagging it.

Kate gave him a warm smile. She had laugh lined lips and a mole under her right eye, untouched by the makeup she wore. Her cheeks were pink with lightly applied blush, and ruby hued lipstick covered her aging lips. They weren't smooth like Megan's but lined; character, he thought. She was very attractive.

"Oh, you're such a thoughtful young man," Kate said and swooped closer, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "And handsome too. I'm certain your sister will adore the gifts, as I'm sure my daughter appreciated what you got her." She glanced at his neck and smirked.

Bobby waited for Kate, and they walked outside together. He stowed all the bags in the back, and the rest of the trip was uneventful, aside from Megan giving him her phone number, which prompted Kate to do the same, ordering him to text her, so she would have his.

Bags in hand, Bobby opened his front door and hurried to his room, avoiding Brenda and Hector who were probably cuddled on the couch with Neltfix blaring. Tossing the bags on his bed, he checked nemvo. It was a little over $60,000 from his dressing room encounter, parking lot jerk, and what happened in the back seat of Kate's SUV. "Mother fuck," he muttered and opened the fuck app, looking for Emma. When he found her, he clicked through. Cumming in her mouth was more lucrative than doing the same to Megan. $10,000 for the deed and $25,000 for a blowjob. He was literally rich.

Were the numbers based on how difficult they'd be to complete? he thought and chuckled. He went back, checking Brenda's info. The raging bitch. A single handjob from Brenda would net him $250,000, but she was a light sleeper though and rarely drank.

After changing his clothes, Bobby grabbed a bag with three card boxes and headed for Amanda's bedroom. Their house was medium sized with just enough rooms for everybody; it had been his grandfather's and apparently paid off. It was the impetus for his parents' divorce. Dad had wanted to sell and Mom didn't. Bobby remembered many days and nights when they fought about it until the day his dad split. His mom got divorce papers in the mail a month later.

They had money problems, his mom being in some kind of debt; college maybe. She hated talking about it, and Bobby couldn't just give her money, but he did have a plan, and it involved the basement. It was filled with his grandfather's stuff, along with other junk, and mom hadn't really gone through much of it. Chests. Boxes. Old suitcases.

He had thought up the plan on the drive home. Bobby would go to a bunch of pawn shops, buying gold coins or bars and stash them down in the basement for his mother to find. The problem was getting her to go through everything since she worked from home all day for a call center. It paid good, but she had a bunch of mouths to feed. He would tell her that he wanted it as a room, and she could use his bedroom for work.

Shrugging, he knocked on Amanda's door. "Come in!" she called.

Hiding the bag behind his back, Bobby stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Hey, Mandy," he said.

He glanced at her old desk and ancient computer, where she usually sat all night playing games. The monitor was dark. Bobby found her sitting on the bed, knees drawn up and doing something on her phone, wearing a loose-fitting shirt and gym shorts. She had brownish, blonde hair and bright green eyes with sharp, densely freckled cheeks. "What are you hiding?" she asked with a thoughtful expression, scooting off the edge of the bed.

"Just a present for you," Bobby said and revealed the bag.

Her eyes went wide as saucers. "You bought me something?" Amanda said and launched herself onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist like a boa constrictor. The dozens of little bracelets she wore tinkled and clacked. She was very touchy feely with him and needed a boyfriend.

He laughed, patting her head; Amanda's hair was pulled back with a u-shaped, black hairpin. "Let me go," Bobby complained, getting a nose full of her kiwi shampoo.

"Why would I?" Amanda retorted, squeezing harder. "You're my favorite brother."

"I hope so," he said, chuckling and tickled her side. Bobby was her only brother, and it was Amanda's favorite joke, aside from mocking Brenda at the dinner table; after Brenda left of course.

She laughed and let go, dropping to the floor and clasped her hands under her chin. "I haven't gotten to open any in a while," Amanda said, going up and down on her toes. "I applied for a job at a card shop the other day, so I can really scratch that itch."

"What, are you planning on sneaking a few packs here and there?" Bobby asked, handing her the bag.

"No!" She said, accepting the cards. "I'll use my own money to pay for them, obviously." Amanda flashed a humongous grin--teeth full of yellow rubberbanded braces--and hopped onto her bed, where she sat, crossing her legs and eyeing the bag. "Wanna open them with me?"

Bobby plopped down next to her as she studied a box. "No, I can't stand how they smell," he told her. "They fucking stink."

She chuckled, digging her fingernail in one corner and tearing the seal. "You don't have to sniff them, you know," Amanda said, cheekily.

"How can I not, you always hold every single one up to my face," he said. Amanda knew he disliked the smell and did it on purpose.