Chapter 4
Dorothy Martin knew even more theoretically than her brother about what she was watching now for the first time, and since she had been sixteen, her slim right forefinger had been her sweetheart. She rather fancied herself as being superior to most of the young males who hovered around her like moths about a candle, because after all her parents had doted on her so as to make her feel that she was something special. And to be sure she was. Physically, Dorothy was alluring and delicious, with the softest white skin and firm jouncy figure imaginable. And at nineteen she was overripe for fucking, except that she'd only had a few dates where boys had been allowed to be really close enough to her to start realizing what appetizing cockmeat she was going to turn out to be, such as movies-where they could put an arm round her waist or maybe slip a hand onto her knee and learn whether she would slap it indignantly off or let it stay there.
Thus far, they'd had it slapped off, for Dorothy had made quite a point of letting ambitious young men know she "wasn't that kind of girl." Secretly, though, at the ripely mature age of nineteen, she was beginning to get very curious about what sex could really be like with the right fellow. And theoretically, she knew all about the differences of male and female and that "coitus"-that was a highbrow term she'd read in a book she'd accidentally come across at the library-was the way you got babies.
Only now, for the first time in her delectable young life, she was seeing fucking for what it really was-in the person of her own younger brother and Dody Brandon, who was of course much younger than she herself was. And the idea that these "kids"-for she'd always up till now thought of Kenneth as a kid-could be actually doing what grownups do, what married people do, was just incredible to her. So she couldn't take her eye away from the crack in the wall through which she was witnessing all this.
Dorothy Martin stared as if she were hypnotized. Her calf muscles ached from the strain on them in having to stand on tiptoe to get just the right angle to look down through the crack which let her view her brother's bed on which he lay atop Dody Brandon. Her nostrils twitched and flared more and more quickly, and her magnificent titties began to rise and fall with a turbulence unused to her usual poise. She began also to experience a tingling sensation right between her quivering, tensing thighs. It was a familiar feeling. It was the feeling that she had alleviated many a night with her dainty finger, lying in bed alone in her room with the door securely closed and the shades down, pretending that maybe she had a boyfriend the way Sue Wells did, a boyfriend who would be right there with her in bed stroking her bare legs and her bubbies and maybe slipping a hand under her behind and pinching the cheeks while he kissed her hard on the mouth and then moved over her to put himself deep into that furry groove which was now itching so annoyingly between Dorothy Martin's beautiful creamy legs.
She gasped to herself when she saw Dody clamp her bare legs over Kenneth's wiry calves, saw Dody's toes curl and twist in those yellow bobbysox, saw Dody's plump, pretty arms swift to clutch her brother's shoulders and hug him down over her swelling ripe young titties. Dody's wheat-colored hair was rumpled and massed all around the pillow, and her eyes were wide open and her mouth was glued to Kenneth's. It was the most lascivious picture Dorothy Martin could have imagined, even when she thought of her own imaginary lover alone in bed with her in the dark. And naturally it left her stunned.
However, her first reaction was one of horrified concern; what if her brother got that nasty little tramp pregnant, what then? She was somewhat relieved when suddenly she heard the naked girl giggle and say, "Now, aren'tcha glad I toldja how to do it to me without usin' a rubber? Only dummies hafta do that, Kenny honey. Me, I found out where Mom keeps her pills, and I take 'em regular, see. That way, you can't get me into trouble. And doesn't it feel lots better having your dong right down inside my box, without anything on it?"
"Gee, yeah, Dody, oooh, gosh, it feels wonderful!" she heard Kenneth hoarsely pant. She saw his muscular young bottom contract as he thrust himself deep into the girl, and saw Dody's bare legs squirm about and rise up higher on his thighs as they took an even more possessive hold.
Dorothy Martin shivered. The feeling between her legs was getting warmer and moister and itchier by the minute. But in the difficult and strained position of arching high on tiptoes and clutching the molding with both hands to balance herself so that her eyes would be fixed at a sort of down-angling look into her brother's room, there was really nothing she could do about it. She clenched her thighs tightly, hoping to disperse the churning sensation which was beginning way down deep in her matrix and titillating the soft inner lips of her pussy. She heard Dody moan, "Ohh, Kenny, honey, you can't be doin' it just for the first time, you jist can't. You're doin' too good-mmmm, oh, honey, honey, sock it to me good and hard, I can take it, and I need it bad now, Kenny baby!"
Dorothy could hardly believe her ears, much less her eyes. But she knew that neither of her senses was lying to her. This young chit so much younger than herself, already a practiced and passionate piece of pussy, actually doing what her girl friend, Sue must be doing with her fiance maybe right now for all she knew. And her own brother, her kid brother who wasn't dry behind the ears yet! Why, it just wasn't to be credenced at all. And yet there it was, her ears taking it in, her eyes seeing her brother's wiry bottom tensing and jerking as he arched himself and then dug down into Dody's eager young cunt.
He began to moan now and to pant, because he couldn't keep it up much longer, and he exclaimed in a husky, trembling voice, "Aaahhh, ohh, gosh, Dody baby, I'm going to burst, I can't hold it back much longer, oh Dody, get ready-" and she was gasping, "You gotta, I'm not there yet, oh please, don'tcha let me down now, Kenny, or I'll never let you poke me again, so help me-faster, dig it into me faster'n harder too, Kenny sweetie-there, there, I'm almost there, now, ohhh, Kenny, sock it to me now!!" She saw her brother's agonized, congested face rise from Dody's, his eyes bulging and glassy, saw his back and thigh muscles wrench, and then heard his wild yell of agonized exultation as he sank down on the naked teen-ager whose bare legs swept up and locked ferociously around his heaving bottom. And her hands had cupped his cheeks and she was kissing him wildly, and arching herself, and sobbing, "Ooohhh, oh yes, oh it's so good, oh how much you shot into my box, oh baby, that was heaven!"
And it was over. Dorothy Martin had watched a fucking for the first time. And as she slowly and cautiously got down off the stool, taking care not to make a single sound, her legs were weak under her, and her muscles ached ... and it wasn't just from the stress of standing on tiptoe to watch; it was because in her pussy, in that virgin cleft, she was experiencing even more torrid yearnings than Dody ever could.
She really didn't have a yardstick to compare, to be sure. But because of Dorothy Martin's maturity and beauty and her own frustrated virginal state, the scene she had just witnessed was going to mark her psyche indelibly and prepare her for the transformation of her delicious and voluptuous young fife!