Just then a fleeting motion caught her eye outside the bedroom window. It was a man's face. He was looking right at her and seeing everything she had. She screamed and hopped behind the bed.
Chapter Six
Lilly peered fearfully out the window at the Peeping Tom. Just before he turned and ran, she saw something strange. The man had his... his big thing in his hand, and it was very hard and big, and all red, and he was jerking his hand up and down it quite fast. She stared at the window with her mouth open wide, the picture of the dirty man still clear in her mind. She realized that he had apparently been observing her naked body for some time and that what he was doing to himself with his hand had something to do with him getting to see her without her clothes or pajamas on.
When Curt came dashing into her bedroom to answer her scream, she was still behind her bed. Her face was red with shame at what the man had seen and she was trembling a little from fright.
She blurted out what had happened to her dad and he went dashing outside in his robe with a flashlight in his hand. In just a few minutes he came back and told her the man had been nowhere in sight. He pulled her shades closed and told her everything would be all right.
In her fright and panic, Lilly had neglected to even cover herself. When Curt hugged and patted her to calm her down, he could hardly help noticing that the little girl he was comforting in his arms was well on the way to becoming a maturing teen-ager. As her scared little body trembled in his arms, he could feel the tiny pressures of her two taut little nipples pushing into his thin robe. He changed positions, suddenly ashamed of how aware he was of his young daughter's body.
But she was entirely oblivious of anything being wrong with their embrace. It wasn't, of course, for her. But her childish legs and her tiny titties were producing effects on Curt he didn't even want to admit, much less dwell on. He told her to get back into her pajamas. As she was putting them on, he found he was looking at her very closely. That's when he caught sight of the few strands of golden hair between her legs just before she pulled up the pajama bottoms.
He assured her that the man wouldn't be back, that he was undoubtedly some "old creep that runs around town trying to look in people's windows", and that he had probably scared him off for good. Lilly was embarrassed and ashamed to tell her dad what the man had been doing when she saw him standing there. She didn't quite know all the words. And besides, she was afraid her dad would ask her what she was doing messing around in her room completely naked. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and patted the covers around her neck. Inadvertently -- he tried to tell himself later -- his hand brushed across the covered point of one of her titties.
After a little while, Lilly went to sleep. But she couldn't help thinking about the man and how dirty he had been to come and try to see her naked.
Curt took a bit longer to go to sleep. He explained what had happened to Karol, who was still groggy, and she had turned over and gone back to sleep almost immediately. But Curt was very aware of a certain thing that kept him from going back to sleep. Ever since he had left his daughter's bedroom, his cock had been stiff as a board. He hated to think it was possible for him to be attracted to a twelve-year-old. The fact that Lilly was his own flesh and blood wasn't all that important to him -- hadn't he been screwing his older daughter for three years now? But she had been all of fifteen when it began, almost a woman. It made goose pimples pop up on his skin to think of letting himself get that worked up over a kid so young.
When Curt finally went to sleep that night, his dreams were full of ugly things he didn't want to remember afterwards. But on his way to work they kept coming back to him -- shameful pictures of his watching Lilly undress, or kissing her on the mouth and strange visions of the girl appearing before him with fully grown breasts and her clothes half off, a precocious leer on her face and her panties down around her trim ankles. It was noon before he finally got control of himself and convinced himself there was nothing to be ashamed of. He had simply been excited by her scream and the presence of the man outside her window, and his state of emotional upheaval had made him react to her nakedness the way he did.
It was something that might happen to any man, he told himself. But getting himself to believe it was something else again.
I might be guilty of incest, he thought to himself, if they want to call it that. But I sure as hell ain't no damned pervert child molester that gets his kicks from feeling up kids!
For a couple of days things went smoothly in the Carson household. He went out and played cards with the boys as he did every Tuesday night and on Thursday, Karol went to her bowling league.
But on Friday, something happened to Lilly on the way home from school that was to wind up having an effect on the entire family. She was walking home with a classmate named Gwen and the subject turned to their families. Gwen happened to be the little sister of David, the boy who had taken Kelly home a few nights before. When Gwen found out Lilly was Kelly's younger sister, she grinned and said, "Really? Wow, you're lucky to have a big sis like that. My brother David says she really swings."
"All I've got is a little sister eight years old and my big brother," Gwen went on. "You sure are lucky to have such a swinger for a sister. Listen, does she ever tell you anything?"
Lilly didn't know what she meant. She said so, but the precocious young redhead grinned widely and spoke again in a conspiratorial voice. "Aw, come on, Lilly," she begged. "You can tell me. Aren't we best friends?"
Lilly still professed innocence. And as a matter of fact, she was innocent. She didn't have the slightest idea what her little freckle-faced girl friend was talking about.
"You know," said Gwen, playfully poking her in the ribs as they walked along the sidewalk. "About making out and things like. What she does with guys and when she goes on dates. Stuff like that. Doesn't your big sister ever tell you things like that?"
Lilly said that she didn't. It had just never occurred to her to ask such things. They got to Gwen's house and she invited Lilly in, saying her folks weren't home and they could go on the back porch and talk undisturbed.
"Boy, my brother sure tells me stuff," Gwen said. "Heck, he tells me about screwing and everything."
"Wow, about... about screwing?" repeated Lilly. She was properly impressed. "Your brother."
"Sure," said Gwen.
It made Lilly feel nasty to talk about such things, but it also gave a feeling of excitement and glamour to things. Gwen suggested they take their blouses off and compare titties. Hers were just starting to grow too, and she wanted to see what another girl's looked like. Lilly was very reluctant to go along with her friend's strange idea. She said they seemed to have titties about the same size and there wasn't any use looking at them. But she suddenly remembered something she wanted to know.
"Tell me something, will you?" she asked, whispering into her friend's freckled ear. "Do you... do you have hair on your thing the same color as on your head? Is it red like that or is it blonde like mine is? Or is it black?"
Gwen surprised her by simply throwing her legs apart and pulling down her panties. "Look for yourself, I'm not scared to show you my pussy! That is what you mean, isn't it? You called it a 'thing' when you said it."
Lilly was very embarrassed. She hadn't expected such a bold reaction from Gwen. Also, it embarrassed her to use words like pussy and tits. She usually called them "ninnies" and preferred to refer to her little cunt as just her "thing".