Kelly's cheeks turned deep crimson in the darkness. To be caught giving yourself the business -- and by your little sister! But she said she'd just woken up. If that was really true, then all she could have heard was the noises themselves...
"Oh, it's -- it's okay now," she covered. "I... I was having kind of a nightmare, I'm all right now. Go on back to sleep."
Lilly shrugged her slim shoulder, patted her pillow, and gave herself up again to sleep.
Whew... close call, Kelly thought, I sure am glad she and I have our own bedrooms back home. Otherwise she just might hear 'nightmare noises' every once in a while -- not to mention the times when Dad gets a chance to sneak into my bedroom and give me a few quick feels or get himself a little pussy-finger.
Relaxed and calm after her self-induced satisfaction, Kelly soon joined her sister in sleep.
The next morning the parents' tent was astir bright and early. But the girls weren't so eager to climb out of the sack. Curt stuck his head in their tent flap and said, "Okay, kids, let's get a move on. We have to get out of here early this morning to miss the freeway rush when we hit town."
He only had his head inside for a moment but it was time enough to exchange winks with Kelly as she gave him a quick look at one of her breasts. There was no time for funny stuff with her so he didn't try to complicate things. But as he left the tent and set about breaking camp, he realized that a picture was stuck in his mind from the brief sighting inside the girls' tent. He remembered how little Lilly had happened to be lying with the sheet partially exposing her upper body, and that her cotton nighty was pulled down over her shoulder on one side. It had revealed a cute little titty of surprising size.
Curt didn't even think of his younger daughter as having anything at all on her chest. But it suddenly occurred to him that it had been quite some time since he'd actually seen the kid naked. During that time, she had evidently developed pretty quickly. For in the place where there used to be nothing but a boy-nipple, there was now a pert swelling as big as a fat strawberry -- dark and taut at the tip and with more than a little bit of nice, sweet titty-flesh welling up at the base.
Hmmmm, he thought, remembering his wife's comments about Lilly being ready for her first training bra. I guess Karol was right.
As the future was to tell, this was not the last time Curt had occasion to think of his younger daughter's mammary development.
They were on the road by six-thirty, and on the outskirts of the city by two in the afternoon. When they pulled into the driveway of their house, everyone was ready to head for the comfort of their air-conditioned rooms.
The phone rang before they'd been home a half-hour. It was Rex, Kelly's boyfriend of late. As she took the call in the privacy of her room, Curt complained, "Can you beat that? We're not home five minutes and already that pimply-faced hippie's pestering us."
"Don't exaggerate, dear," Karol reminded him. "We've been home a lot longer than five minutes -- and just because he wears his hair a little long, and he has a touch of acne..."
"A little long?" yelled Curt. "Shit, you can't even tell he's got any ears. Next thing to go will be his eyes if he keeps letting it grow like that."
"Well, anyway, you should be proud your daughter's so popular," Karol continued. "The call's for her, not us. Just stay cool and don't get so worked up about it."
"Okay, okay," Curt gave in. "But when I think of that pimply-faced weirdo with his hands on my... on our daughter, it gives me the creeps. Hell, he looks like a girl himself." He smiled, pleased with his joke. "Why doesn't he get himself a boyfriend instead of a girl friend?"
"You're being silly again," chided Karol. "I don't think the length of his hair has anything to do with his sex life. And even if it did -- there happens to be people who enjoy making love with their own sex, you know. Whose business is it to anybody but them?"
Curt let the subject drop, but he did think Karol's last comment was a strange one for her to make. For her to defend the boy himself was one thing, for her to bring in the subject of queers and defend them too wasn't like her. Or was it? She'd always been what he'd call a pretty liberal woman. Homosexuals were simply something that didn't ever come up in their conversation. Oh well, fuck it. It wasn't important. He just knew for sure he'd clobber any man that ever reached for his cock. He opened a bottle of beer and turned on the football game while Karol unloaded a few more things from the camper.
Lilly was entertaining herself in her room and Kelly was in hers still talking on the phone to Rex. They were the same age, but she was pretty sure that he hadn't had much experience, even though he was quite good-looking. It gave her a charge to play with his feelings once in a while and have a little fun by acting unperturbed while he fizzled. Sometimes when they were together she'd "accidentally" give him a breath-taking shot up her skirt and act like she didn't even notice it. Or just happen to lean over where she knew he could see almost all the way to one of her nipples. It gave her a kick to see him squirm around with a big hard-on under his pants as he tried to pretend nothing was happening.
She had discovered she could do pretty much the same thing on the telephone. They had already got the routine things out of the way -- he had asked her for a date Friday night and she had accepted -- so now they were just chatting.
"Just a minute," she excused herself, then dropped the phone to the bed and giggled so he wouldn't hear. After a little bit she got back on the line.
"Sorry," she explained, "but the air conditioner's turned up a little too high. I had to throw something over me to keep from freezing."
"Oh yeah," he responded. "But aren't you... dressed?"
"Oh, you know how girls run around when they're just by themselves in their own bedrooms," she said nonchalantly.
"Oh," he said, "you mean a robe... a housecoat of some kind?" His voice sounded a bit odd.
"No, silly," she giggled. "I said in my bedroom, not out at the breakfast table with the family. That's the only place I wear things like a robe or housecoat."
"But you were cold," he said. "You just now put something else on to keep warm, you said. What was that?"
"Oh, I just tossed one of my nighties over my shoulders," she said. "I'm sitting on my bed so there was one handy."
"A... a nighty? That's all you put on?" he asked, excitement rising in his voice. "Then -- then what were you wearing before... what did you have on when I first called you?"
"When the phone rang I just had my bra and panties on," she blandly told him. "You know, I was just tripping around in my bedroom so that's all I need."
"Your... uh... bra and panties," he rasped. "You're just sitting there on the bed in your bra and panties right now with a nighty tossed over your shoulders?"
"Sure," she calmly told him. "What's so funny about that? That's what most girls wear in their bedrooms." She giggled. "I mean it's not like I was out in public, Rex!"
"No... no, I didn't mean that," he said. His voice was deep and shaky and his words were coming slower. "Listen, what... what do they look like -- I mean what kind of bra and panties you got on? What color are they?"
"Huh?" she said, feigning surprise that such routine details would interest him. "Oh, just a plain old blue bra and a regular little pair of bikini panties," she innocently responded.
"Oh," he said, his voice vibrating, "is... is that what you're wearing now under the nighty?" She could hear another sound, too, a rhythmic sort of slapping faint in the background.
"Sure, why?" she commented guilelessly.
"Listen," he said, his voice rushing, "I... I have to go. Mom's calling me. I... I'll see you Friday night."