The memory of Rodney's muscular body stuck in her mind like a billboard. It would have been fun just to get to see him naked, with his wide shoulders and his thick, man-size penis like she'd never seen before. But the things he did to her big sister-wow! She had decided right then and there that she wasn't going to let herself miss out on such things just because she was a little young- She was old enough to have boobies, wasn't she? She lay in bed on her back and ran her fingers up her stomach to her bra. She inserted a couple under the cup of the right-hand side and then the left-hand side. They were there all right, as smooth and firm as ever.
She knew darned well plenty of boys would want to see them if they could. And touch them, too. It was true that she wasn't able yet to have an orgasm, but she thought she'd undoubtedly get the knack of it soon. And until she did, she was willing to consider letting a boy stick in his rod and give her the business anyway. Even if she couldn't quite have a climax she was sure that the feeling would still be well worth the effort.
After massaging her tightly brassiered young breasts for a while she turned onto her side and let her hand drop between her legs. She honestly meant to take a nice long nap at the time she crawled into bed. But letting herself think again about Rodney and her sister had made her a little warm inside her panties. It felt so good playing with herself the night she watched them that she wondered why she didn't fool around with herself a lot more often. She rubbed her hand slowly up and down the front of the thin undergarment and luxuriated in the way the warmth increased and spread through the tender flesh of her organs.
For once, Kathie was out of the room. Why not treat herself to a nice little interlude of finger play? It wasn't that often she got to be alone. She smiled to herself and thought about what might happen when Kenny came to visit. As she thought of him she worked her forefinger inside the leg-band of her panties. She wondered if he had ever gone all the way with a girl. She also spent a long time trying to imagine what his penis might look like. It probably was much smaller than Rodney's, she reasoned, but so what? Rodney was much older. She thought of how it would be to remove the thing from his fly like she'd seen Jerri do with Rodney. Whatever its size, she sure would like to put her hands inside his pants and frig it for him.
She squirmed her hand farther into her panties until she had all five fingers there. For a few minutes she toyed with herself without going inside the moist, pouting lips. But she soon nee led a lot more love at the site. There wasn't room to move. She went ahead and stripped the panties down to her knees she she could have full access to her organs.
For along time she lay stroking herself, slowly at first and then faster and faster. It was beautiful to use her hands on herself like she was doing, and she brought herself to a state of excitement almost as high as when she was watching her sister and boyfriend. She kept it up for several minutes but she could never get any closer than before to the magic place she knew existed. After nearly a hour of lying in bed without going to sleep, she finally dozed off.
But there was something new about the way she slept. Instead of having the warm, pleasant feeling go away like it used to when she was younger, her genitals remained excited. She was getting older now and her sex desires were increasing. Because of the trace of passion left in her loins she dozed off to sleep with her fingers still placed gingerly between her legs. And because she had become overheated from all her activity underneath the covers, she pushed them aside and lay with only her feet and part of one leg covered up.
That's exactly the way Kathie found her when she walked into their room a half hour later. She had a big book under her arm and was dying to show Karen some pictures in it. It surprised her very much to find her asleep. Besides that, Kathie was stopped by her position-covers barely covering her body, panties down to her knees, and last but not least, her hand plainly touching her naked genitals. Karen had a family reputation for being a sound sleeper. Kathie decided to take advantage of it.
The book she had with her was an old volume she'd found in some of their father's things still left in the attic. It was musty and faded but a few pictures in it had immediately caught Kathie's eye. Some Asian temples were pictured and on two of them there were giant sculptings that showed naked women with their arms around each other. One even showed two young women quite plainly fondling each other's exposed genitals. Kathie was going to show it to Karen and ask if she had ever heard of two girls doing such a thing to each other. Well, it was her tough luck not to be awake so she could see them, she decided. And coming upon her sister's sleeping form had given her a better idea anyway.
She shook the bed hard to make sure Karen wasn't just catnapping. Just as she thought. Not the slightest move. Ever since they had masturbated in front of each other that night Kathie had been awfully curious about a few things. If Rodney and her big sister Jerri could make each other "come," as Karen called it, why couldn't she or Karen manage to do it alone? The picture gave her the idea for a way to do it. Maybe two girls could do things to each other, sort of like a man and woman did together.
And another thing. Why didn't she have a cunny that got wet after being played with for a while, like Karen's did? She didn't quite believe what her sister had told her-that it was just a matter of a girl's age. She didn't see how there could be that much difference between her arid Karen. Kathie had finally gotten the notion that maybe if she rubbed a little of Karen's "cunny wetness” on her own small organs she might be able to play with herself for a long time like Karen was able to do.
Gee, this is going to be fun, she thought, to herself as she sat down on the bed beside her sister. She raised Karen's hand from its position between her thighs and it flopped on the bed like she was dead. Good… still no sign of waking up. Kathie looked at the pictures in the book. She was wearing jeans, so she lowered the top and unzipped them to get at her sex. Then she took Karen's limp hand and moved it toward her naked pelvis.
Wonder what it'll feel like to have my cunny touched by a girl's hand? she mused. She laid Karen's lifeless hand oil her naked V. If the youngster had stopped there maybe things would have been all right. But when she put her hand on Karen's genitals, it was going too far. Even she didn't sleep so deeply that she wouldn't stir when someone put their hand there in that sensitive region. She groggily rubbed her eyes and shifted around on the bed. The movement scared Kathie and she dashed for the door but Karen managed to awaken herself too soon for her to escape. She sat up and yanked her panties up where they belonged, then jerked the bed covers over her seminaked body.
She yelled at Kathie and asked her what was going on. When she asked if she touched her just before she woke up, Kathie confessed. Then she grabbed the book, showed Karen the pictures, and explained her idea about trying to see if two girls could make each other come by frigging each other. Karen was irate, in spite of all Kathie's protests, and told her, "Only queers do stuff like that. Is that what you want to be, dummy-an old queer?”
The word didn't mean much to Kathie, so it went in one ear and out the other. But it was obvious Karen was completely opposed to the idea. She showed her the book again and told Karen, "But look, these statues are doing things with each other. Statues can't be 'queer,' can they?”
Karen said she didn't care what kind of pictures she had found; people who fooled around like that with others of the same sex were queers. Kathie left the bedroom and decided not to talk about it anymore. She had her own ideas and she didn't think Karen knew much more than she did about such things. But she knew better than to include her sister in any future experiments. After she was gone, Karen lay in bed and thought about what happened. She wasn't absolutely sure about what she had told Kathie, but that's what she'd heard around school. And in any case she didn't want her dumb little sister to think she knew more about something that she did. But then she remembered how it felt to wake up with Kathie's hand between her thighs. Gee, to tell the truth, it really had felt good. Hmmmm. She didn't know quite what to make of that.