"Sorry, honey," she said with a smile of only a dead a satisfaction now that she felt control was passing back into her own hands, "but you're barking up the wrong tree."
"Am I?"
"You sure are. As a matter of fact, you've just used up that last chance I gave you, too. Put on your blouse," she snapped. "You and I are going to see Mrs. Marchant right now."
"I wouldn't advise that, Big Sister."
"Why not?"
"Because I just might be forced to tell her what I know about you. You and your cute little girlfriend, June."
The confidence which Pat had felt moment earlier suddenly dropped like a weight into the pit of her stomach, "Wh-what are you talking about?" she stammered.
"You know, you really should pull the curtains all the way closed before you eat your girlfriend's pussy," Roxanne smiled. "Otherwise you never know who might peek in and see you with your head between her legs."
The blood in Pat's veins felt like it had turned to ice water. A knot was tightening like a fist inside her stomach and for a moment she thought she was going to be sick. Was the girl still bluffing, she wondered, or had she really seen something through the cabin window last night?
"What makes you think Mrs. Marchant would believe a filthy lie like that?" she challenged.
"Because it's not a filthy lie, Big Sister," Roxanne purred. "It's the filthy truth. I saw you last night. I saw everything you did to Miss Dainty and I'll tell it all to Mrs. Marchant if you force me to."
"You little bitch!" Pat hissed.
"I don't deny it," the girl smiled. "But it takes a big bitch to recognize a little one. We're cut from the same cloth, Big Sister Bitch. So let's stop playing games with each other, huh? If you don't tell on me, I won't tell on you. It's as simple as that."
"And what makes you think I'm going to sleep with you, no matter what you might know about me?"
"Because if you don't," Roxanne smiled sweetly, "I'm going to go to Mrs. Marchant and tell her I can't spend the whole summer in a camp with lesbian counselors. Okay?"
Pat's eyes flashed with rage and fury, but she knew there was nothing she could do. She was trapped. Roxanne had the power to get both herself and June fired from their summer jobs; dismissed in disgrace. Any thought of getting rid of the girl had just been washed down the drain. In a complete turn-about, it was now she who could get rid of them, just by opening her mouth to the camp owner about what she'd seen.
"Okay," she sighed wearily. "So we've got a stalemate. Where does that leave us?"
"Right where we are. Alone together. About to make love. Isn't that the way you've wanted it all along, but haven't been able to admit to yourself?" She cupped her hands under her bare breasts once again and leaned forward. "Come on. What are you waiting for? I know you want me as much as I want you. Let's not waste any more time. Let's just do what we both want to do."
Pat moved slowly toward the bed, her hands trembling at her sides. The worst part of it all, she knew, was that Roxanne was right. She did want the girl. Desperately. Her eyes had been drawn almost irresistibly to those naked tits and the promise of the warm young cunt waiting under those tight-fitting shorts. She hated her for the position she'd put herself and June into, yes, but she wanted her body with an equal intensity. The encounter with June the previous night had been only half-satisfying. She still craved the feel of another girl's tongue moving in and out of her own hole, which June had not offered to do for her. Her body was crying out with need. If Roxanne was willing to satisfy it… why not let her? Certainly she couldn't make the situation any worse by sleeping with the girl. And it was just possible that taking Roxanne as a lover for the summer might make things a whole lot better. June seemed reluctant to resume the sexual relationship they'd had the previous year. Rather than having to coax and beg her every night for love, wouldn't it better to switch to a girl like Roxanne, who was willing and eager to do whatever Pat wanted?
"That's right," the girl murmured, as Pat sat down on the edge of the bed alongside her. "Now you're acting sensibly." Her hands reached out and started to open Pat's blouse. "It's not fair, you know, that you've seen all of my body, but I haven't even seen your tits. I think you should get undressed and let me look at you."
"All right," Pat whispered, "if that's what you want."
"Stand up," Roxanne smiled. "Give me a little striptease show. Work me up with your body, Big Sister."
"Will you please stop calling me that?" she snapped angrily. "My name is Pat."
"Okay, Big Sister," the girl grinned. "Now stand up and get those clothes off."
Pat felt the sting of humiliation burning through her as she began to undress, but along with it was a growing excitement and a feverish need that was making her heart beat faster with each second. She could feel her nipples stirring and beginning to harden as she slipped off her blouse and exposed her tits to the girl.
"Come here," Roxanne ordered, motioning with her hand. "Don't take your shorts off yet. Let me play with your tits for a minute first."
Moving up to the edge of the bed, Pat put her hands on her hips and closed her eyes as Roxanne's fingers groped for her breasts and squeezed them with a surprising pressure. Within seconds, both nipples were gorged with hard life and pressed flush into the palms of the girl's hands.
"You've got big tits, Big Sister!" she laughed softly. "Like mine are going to be in a couple more years. We've even got the same color nipples."
Pat's eyes opened and darted down to the girl's chest. It was true. The same large, dark brown nipples and haloes which pointed from the tips of her own breasts were almost exactly duplicated on Roxanne's. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing a younger reflection of herself.
"Touch mine, too," the girl coaxed. "You don't have to be bashful, you know. I've seen you in action, remember. I want us to make love just as hot as you did with your little friend last night."
Pat's hands were trembling as she reached down to cup the two firm tits on the younger girl's chest. It felt like a series of little electric shocks ran through her fingers and up into her arms as she squeezed the solid flesh and watched the nipples pushing out in excited hardness. Her throat felt as dry as bone, but when her tongue flicked nervously over her lower lip she was surprised by how much saliva was in her mouth.
"Kiss them," Roxanne commanded. "Bend down and kiss those tits for me. Make my nipples hard as rubber with your mouth."
Pat hesitated a moment, knowing that she was on the brink of no return. There was still a chance that Mrs. Marchant wouldn't believe Roxanne's story, if Pat was willing to face the confrontation. She could still pull back and take her chances on the consequences. But deep inside herself she knew she didn't want to stop. Her body was tingling all over with sexual excitement and a need that this girl would be able to satisfy with her hot flesh. She knew that if she made so much as a single move toward fulfilling that need, she would not be able to stop until she'd gone all the way.
"Come on," Roxanne growled, reaching for Pat's head and pulling her down toward the waiting tits. "Suck them for me, Big Sister. Show me how good you are with your mouth."
Her body rocked slowly back and forth; her hands twitched restlessly against the solid breasts she held. Her eyes darted toward the door and windows, wondering if anyone else might be outside watching them. The curtains seemed tightly closed and she recalled having slipped the door bolt into place when she let Roxanne into the cabin. It was safe. All she needed was her own instinct to push her over the edge.