Ghost from the past

He started with her sister in the parking lot of a bar around the corner from the bowling alley Karen bowled at on Friday nights. Linda started to kiss him; he pushed her away, although he didn’t want to. She had just turned eighteen, blonde, blue eyes, great tits, a little more petite than Karen. She told him she knew Karen, and he had been doing it, and if he didn’t do as she wanted, she was going to rat them out to mom and dad. The blackmail only justified what he wanted anyway. If Karen caught them, he could tell her he was being blackmailed and she would be mad at Linda, not him. She said she decided he would be her first; she wanted what Karen was getting. You’ve got to love sibling rivalry. He took her into the back seat and fucked her brains out. She was pretty good; fortunately, she wasn’t a scratcher; that might be hard to explain. Some nights when he had the money, he and Karen would rent a room at a motel not far from her house. They would spend two or three hours making love then he would fake taking the key back, Linda would climb out the bedroom window and meet him down the street after he dropped Karen off than they would go back to the room and he would fuck her for a couple of hours more. One night the night clerk saw Linda as they left, smiled, and asked how he does it. They were both insatiable; the only real difference was that Karen didn’t like anal while Linda took to it like a fish to water. Between the two of them, he was going through two dozen rubbers every three or four days. He must be keeping Lifestyles in business.