But Kathie wouldn't admit it had been a strange man on the phone. She claimed it was only one of her girl friends from school, and that the phone conversation had nothing to do with her actions.
Before Karen could pursue the matter any further they heard Jerri's voice from downstairs. "Karen, Kenny's here to study with you. Hurry on down here.”
"Now see what you've done," Karen said to Kathie. "You've made me late for my date with Kenny.”
But then Kenny's voice rang out from the living room. "That's okay, Karen, take your time," he said. "Your big sister's really groovy. I'll just talk to her till you get ready to study.”
There was something in his tone that Karen didn't like at all. She pictured him staring at her beautiful sister, and a knot grew in her stomach.
Chapter 8
Karen knew that boys really liked for a girl to have big breasts. The idea of having her young boyfriend gawking at her nineteen-year-old sister's swollen chest and then comparing it with her barely developed mammaries was not pleasant to consider.
"I'll just be a minute, Kenny!" she yelled. Then she dashed for her room to dress. Kathie headed for the bathroom to shower. After masturbating herself for so long, she felt icky. Karen dug through her dresser drawers looking for her favorite brassiere, the one that made her breasts look a little larger than they really were. She couldn't locate it but got the bright idea of getting one out of Jerri's room and wearing it. It would be a few sizes too large, all right, but a little wadded-up tissue would easily correct that minor problem. As she was rummaging around in Jerri's room, she was very nervous. Since Jerri never wore brassieres anymore it shouldn't matter if Karen borrowed one, yet she knew her sister would be angry if she knew-
R-r-r-r-r-ip! The noise startled her out of her wits. She stumbled against the dressing table and turned to discover she'd accidentally snagged a long, ankle-length dress Jerri had hanging on the wall. When Jerri heard the commotion and dashed upstairs, she was furious at what she found. She told Karen it was a brand-new dress she was planning to wear that very night on her date with Rodney. She told her she'd have to start sewing the seam back together that very minute in order to have it ready in time.
Karen protested, saying she didn't know how, and that besides that, Kenny was waiting below and she was already late. But Jerri was adamant about it. She knew she was lying about not being able to sew well enough to fix it. "Kenny'll still be there when you get through. Get hopping on it now, Karen," she demanded. Karen started to work on it.
After a few minutes of being alone with Jerri downstairs, Kenny asked if he could go ahead and start studying by himself until Karen got through. He didn't want to admit it, but the main reason for his request was his uneasiness around Jerri. The girl was so pretty and so many years his senior that he felt stupid. And he found it totally impossible to carry on a conversation with her without staring at her braless, jouncing big breasts. Jerri told him to go ahead and study in Karen's room until she finished her chore. Kathie heard the whole thing from the bathroom.
Gee, she thought to herself, this is the chance I've been waiting for. Kenny's alone in our room and Karen can't study with him for at least an hour or so. After I towel myself off I'll put some of Jerri's perfume on and pay him a little visit.
Rodney arrived much earlier than expected and the only thing Jerri could do was fix him a drink and keep him happy till Karen got her dress repaired. He was anxious to see her and gave her a big hug. She pressed herself against him and gave him a big wet kiss.
"Ummm," he said, "I missed you. How are you, how are your boobs, and how's your puss?”
"Rodney," she grinned, shushing him. "What kind of talk is that for a girl's little sisters to hear. Shhhh! They're both upstairs. And Karen's little boyfriend is up there too.”
"Oh yeah?" he wisecracked. "A threesome, huh? A little young for that sort of thing, aren't they?”
She gave him a big french kiss to shut him up and poured him another drink. Before long he changed his mind about going out. He told her she looked great like she was and she didn't need to wait for Karen to fix her dress. He grabbed her and held both palms under her breasts.
"C'mon, honey, loosen up," he persuaded. "Let's leave the upstairs to them and head for your mom's bedroom. You look so great in that pair of jeans and tee-shirt that I can't wait to get you in bed again.”
Her mother wasn't going to be home for a long time, she knew. It was a temptation to do it.
He slipped his hand under her thin shirt and started milking her breasts, his eyes pleading with her. That was bad enough. When he slipped his hand down past her front snap and put his fingers to work on her smooth, rounded, panty-covered mound of Venus, it was too much for her to resist. She succumbed to him.
"I'm wanting it as much as you are, Rodney," she whined, "But do try to be quiet, okay? I can't have the kids upstairs hear us.”
But he had already lifted her into his arms and was halfway there. He boldly unzipped her fly as he carried and bared the front of her panties, then darted his fingers into the furry muff underneath. "Don't worry, honey," he said, his voice husky with passion. "What I want to do with you is feel you, not yell at you.”
"Oh, Rodney," she moaned, "it feels so good to have your fingers on my pussy again. I don't care what happens. Just get my clothes off quick so I can feel your naked skin against me.”
He laid her on the bed and fell in beside her. "Right on, baby. But I'm not even naked myself yet. How you gonna feel my-”
"You will be by the time you get my clothes off," she whispered into his ear, interrupting his words.
He felt her fingers grab his belt buckle and knew she meant business for sure.
"Oh, Rodney, I'm gonna love this!" she exclaimed, her breath hot against his face. "I'm just gonna love it from you tonight. My cunt's wet right now from thinking about it and I don't even have your big hot prick in my panties yet!”
They didn't have to worry about the kids upstairs overhearing them at all. Karen was intent on her sewing in Jerri's bedroom, and Kathie had already gone in to flirt with Kenny. She purposely dashed into the room with nothing but a big bath towel on and her hair hung long and wet down her back. She acted surprised at seeing him and he explained what he was doing there. He looked her up and down. Those long legs and that firm little bottom of hers certainly made her look older than ten, he decided; even if she didn't have anything up front yet. He told her 'he'd go back downstairs so she could get into her clothes, but she told him not to bother.
"You don't have to leave," she said. "Really. Karen told me you guys would be studying in here and I don't want to interrupt you even if she isn't here yet. I'll just step around the corner by my bed and slip into my things there.”
Before he could respond, she opened a dresser drawer, grabbed handfuls of silky, frilly lingerie, and dashed out of sight around the corner. Almost out of sight. Kenny discovered that by moving his head just a few inches he could see her knees and elbows sticking out and moving around in the air amid a whirl of wispy underwear.
Heck, he rationalized to himself, she may be only ten years old, but she's naked as a jaybird just a few feet away from me. It won't hurt to take a gander at her and see a little bit of what she's got to offer. She doesn't seem shy, that's for sure.
A few houses down the street, an older male was forming the same opinion of the girl's mother. Jane had been hailed by a neighbor who lived down the block as she drove home. She had seen him hundreds of times before but just never had got to know him. From the way he waved and asked her to stop by for a few minutes it was obvious to her that news of her widowhood had something to do with his invitation. Within a single hour things had become very intimate between them. She lounged across his bed with her long legs enticingly stretched toward the headboard and her feet on the pillows. And if he thought she lacked shyness, she thought he lacked sense.