Chapter 2
"You'll have to help me, too, Jodie," Eva said as he gently pushed her back. "I don't know what a boy likes. What part of it feels the best, or even how to take hold of it. Do you want to do it in here? In the tub? Would that be nice for you?"
She hoped feverishly that he would agree; if she could sit with her lovely little butt spread, with her tender cuntlips wide open and frictionizing on the smooth porcelain of the tub, it would insure the sweetest kind of orgasm for her. She had nearly creamed her panties on the bus, had almost gotten off again both before and during her father's brief visit. And now she was more than ready again. And she remembered what that girl had said: If a girl gave a fellow a good time, she was entitled to the same benefits.
But Joe was thoughtful. "Take hold of me," he said suddenly. When his sister looked at him in amazement, he said almost angrily, "Listen, we've got to talk plain about this. You can say 'no dirty talk' all you want to, but we've got to be able to communicate. When I say take hold of me I don't mean my elbow, understand? So I'm going to talk plain. Take hold of my cock."
Eva made a jerky, involuntarily movement of her clean, sweetly rounded little ass. Just the impact of a word like "cock" gave her a renewal of that kiss-me-quick feeling in the dark and slippery folds up her twat. "All right," she muttered. "Don't mind me, Jodie. I'm so stupid and ignorant. But I want to help you."
Gingerly at first, then with a sure movement, she reached between them and took hold of his dick. She remembered, or thought she did, how Joe had grasped it, and of how hard he had pumped his fist back and forth. She was amazed at how soft it was on the outside, and how hard the core of it was under the thick, creamy skin.
But, the minute she pulled and pushed, Joe knocked her hand away with a grunt of pain.
"Wait a minute," he said. "You'll kill me, that way."
She licked her lips. Heat was flooding her body. "I never knew a guy's peter would feel so, uh, interesting," she said. "I mean, it's just a wonderful feeling to me! You know, don't you, Jodie, that girls have those feelings, too? Sexual feelings?"
He tried not to laugh. "Course I know it," he scoffed. "I'm dumb about chasing girls, but I know something about them." Now it was his turn to flush. "Of course, I never thought about you having that kind of, well, feeling. In your, uh, your, you-know-what."
She squeezed his dick gently. "Now who's being too nice?" she teased him. "You mean in my vulva? My vagina?" She sighed. "No, I guess those names won't do. All right, I know all the words. What do you want to call it?" She shifted again; that delightful spear of flame had stabbed into her cunt's nerves.
He giggled. "It's odd how I feel. I want what you're doing, but in some ways, you scare me, too. I ought to be protecting you, not doing this." But he, too, jerked involuntarily as her soft hand unconsciously squeezed his dick. "But okay, sis. Your pussy, all right? But if I forget and say 'your cunt,' don't get mad."
She kept her eyes down. Her voice was low but happy. "Yes, Jodie, darling, I'm like all other girls, I guess. And women. I do have those feelings in my-my cunt!" She leaped again and gave a little cry of heat and happiness. "Oh, Jodie," she said in a husky voice, "just saying a word like that has a sort of feeling to it. Like you were touching me there. Hey, show me what I did that was wrong."
He took her hand away from his prick and folded his own around it. "See?" he said. "Feel this. My fingers go around it, and my thumb goes over my fingers. Let's see, you're facing me. Your thumb's toward me. But that's not the trouble. Oooh! he cried, as she touched his cock, trying to feel the placement of the fingers. "Wow! I'm so hot! I could shoot it right now. Gee, Evie, this is so nice." He gulped for air, then got up on his knees, so that his cock and balls were out of the water, his pubic hair dripping. "Look here," he said. "My fingers, my thumb, they don't even touch the head. Only the skin. Now," and he began to move his fist slowly back and forth, "you see what happens? Only the inside of my foreskin touches the head. And that inside skin is about ten times as warm and smooth as my hand. You were just grabbing it and jerking and your last two fingers were right on the head." He was panting slightly, his eyes bright with lust and the need for a cum.
"And the head, that's the good part?" she asked, her sweet little face, her soft mouth only a few inches from the cockhead.
"Yeah," the boy answered thickly. "Look." He skinned it back with one hand, and pointed to the underside. "See that?"
"Oooooh, baby!" Eva groaned. "It looks like a heart, with that cord kind of thing dividing it. And that little slit, that's what you pee out of? Doesn't some kind of white stuff shoot out when you cum?" She moved her head forward, unconsciously trying to kiss it, or get it in her mouth. She was suddenly troubled by the desire to take that hard thing clear down her throat, to wrap her tongue around it, to get it to shoot that strange white fluid into her belly. And with that hot notion, she felt a little gut-quake of lust, the first rumblings of an orgasm building to the bursting point.
She was humbled when her brother pushed her face away. "Hey," he said, "don't you do that! Don't you ever do that!"
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Jodie. All I was going to do was, uh, kiss it. It looks so pretty. Like a little one-eyed baby."
"Yeah, you were like heck. You were going to suck it," the boy said angrily. "You had your mouth open. I saw you."
"So what?" Eva asked, getting a bit irritated. "Chicks do things like that for their guys all the time. Well, that's what I hear," she said. "I know a lot of them do. I don't see where it's so wrong. You'd stick it in my pussy, wouldn't you? What's the difference, my mouth or my pussy? They're just holes. Maybe we ought to forget it!" She had tears in her eyes.
"Hey, whoa, now, Evie! I'm scared. I told you that. You said you were going to help me. Well, that's where I need help. There's a lot of things I'm scared of. A lot of things, little things."
"Like what?" his sister demanded, but the anger was gone from her voice. "I'm sorry I got mad. But you've got to remember, Jodie-I don't know what to do, only what seems natural to me. And it just seems natural to want to kiss someone you love."
He held his hand on her head, undecided, holding his warm, throbbing cock in the other. "I'm scared of things like words," he confessed. "When I think of some kinds of words, I just jump inside."
She took hold of his prick, loving the warmth and smoothness of it, and looked up at her brother with clear, candid eyes.
"You're thinking of a sort of double word." she said softly. "You're thinking 'if Evie sucks my cock, that'll make her a cocksucker.' Isn't that what's bothering you?" She suddenly took the hard, boyish dick into her mouth, closed her lips tightly, and moved her head back and forth. And, as best she could, she sucked, as hard as she could, finding that, to get a feeling of really sucking it, she had to enclose it with her tongue. When she let it go, she looked up at him with a mischievous smile, her cute little face flushed, her breath coming faster.
"There, now," she said, "I've sucked your cock. Does that make me a cocksucker? And if it does, whose business is it? Doesn't it matter more whose cock I don't suck than that I've kissed my own brother's peter? My brother that I love so much?"
He hugged her hard around the head, bringing her cheek against his hard cock. He could feel her sweet, warm breath on it, and he thought humbly: I wish I knew more, so I could appreciate her the way she deserves to be appreciated.
Aloud, he said: "You're the greatest, Evie. I'm sorry I'm so jumpy about everything. This is all so new. And all I was after was to just get my nuts off. You know, to whack off and cum? Can't we just do that a couple of times? We've got to get more used to what we're doing. Haven't we?" He gave his stiff prick a few jerks. "Look, I could shoot it, right now." His laugh was shaky.
She had a quick rush of feeling in her deeply hidden girl-stuff. She wanted something in there, something solid. She was far more afraid than Jodie, really, not daring to think of this large, sweet hunk of hard meat and soft skin being forced inside her trembling, soft little cunt. But she had her grip on his penis, and she was sure she was holding it right. She could jerk him to a cum, and maybe the excitement and thrill of that loving act would send her soaring into a twisting, boiling orgasm.
"You just wait a sec, Jodie darling," the little girl whispered. "You're not going to jerk yourself off. I'm going to, hear? Am I holding it right? My fingers aren't hurting you, are they? The skin seems to be dry. You could at least let me spit on it." She giggled. "I've sure got a lot of spit. I have to keep swallowing so I won't drown."
Without waiting for his answer, she let a long curl of clear saliva fill her left palm. Then, holding it cupped under the dark red head of her brother's sweet cock, she used her other hand to smear it all over, moving the skin back, being sure the entire area was thickly covered with the slick secretion from her mouth. She felt her brother tense, heard him groan, and felt a deep flutter of muscle twitching fierily inside her pussy. Her breasts seemed to swell and to hurt with a pain sweeter than she usually felt, and she could see that her nipples were much larger than ever before. It was the warmth of the lovely penis in her soft hand, the imminence of that mysteriously lovely stuff called semen shooting out, she didn't know where, and her own deep need for release, all of these combined to make her feel as if her entire belly were stuffed with tangible feelings that were pushing and stretching and giving her the delicious pangs of hard orgasm.
She was looking at the red-tipped cock in almost hypnotic fascination, gripping it gently, pushing her hand back until it touched her brother's balls, then pulling the skin forward until the head disappeared. In a short of intuitive love, it was at this point, when the tender head was covered by the slick, soft skin so well lubricated with her spit, that Eva closed her hand more tightly, really gripping it until the head was forced out of its protective covering, sliding out into the world as if seeking a cunt to enter.
She was breathing very hard, and it seemed to have become warmer in the bathroom, for sweat was trickling down her face, down her breast, over her titties and nipples, adding to her sex glow. Her cunt suddenly felt as if it had swollen to twice its size, each labial fold charged with blood and tender nerve ends, but her overpowering thought was for Joe and his peter, and how it must be feeling to him, her darling brother. And of how, if this worked out all right, he'd never have pimples, never have to beat off again. Not as long as J'm alive, she thought fiercely.
There was a quick and unexpected surge of feeling in the deepest and most sensual parts of her body, a wave of hard fire that was as solid as Jodie's prick. Without her willing it, her free hand went under the bathwater, homing in on the trembling, hungry crevice between her blood-swollen cuntlips. She went all the way, two fingers sliding all the way back to enter her neat little cunt hole, and, just as her thumb touched her clitoris, the cock in her hand started jerking wildly, and she continued to pull forward and push back.
If she had only been aware, now was the time for her to realize her dream of sucking her brother, for his head was back, his eyes closed, and he was moaning: "OHHHHH! OOOOOH! OH MY GOD! OH, EVIE! IT'S SO GOOOOOD! SO FUCKING GOOOOD!UUUNNNHHH! UUUNNNHHH!"
His legs were braced, but the force of this giant cum was too much for him. If it had not been for his hand braced on the wall, while the other was on his sister's head, he would have fallen in the tub. This was the most and the best of every jerk-off he had ever known. And far back in his mind, he knew two things: One, that it was the presence of a girl, with girl love and girl parts and girl heat, that raised it from necessity to beauty. And two, that there was more and better, yet to come.
Even in the wildness of the beating fire in her pussy, where it seemed that molten love had begun to squirt out around her fingers, Eva held on to Joe's cock, loving its living touch, the way it jumped. She felt the stinging blasts of his jism, hitting her in the forehead, on her face, even on her breasts. In a trance of lust, she opened her mouth and got two hot streams of the slick and pearly-white seed, splattering against the back of her throat, running down over her taste buds, giving its faint, masculine fragrance up to her shuddering senses. It made her cum harder, faster, made her cunt seem to enfold her fingers as her mouth wished it could take in her brother's cock.
When Joe said thickly: "Okay, sis, that's all. IVe got to sit down," he let his knees go slack and came down in front of her, stretching his legs as he had before. He could see that Eva was dazed by the shock of it all, and guessed that it was only because she had seen a boy shoot his load for the first time, first time.
"You got off, too, didn't you, baby?" he whispered, his young hands on her smooth shoulders, and Eva, quivering all over from the joyous heat in her belly, sobbed: "Oh, yess, Jodie, darling! Yesss! Did I hear you shouting, a minute ago? I know I was screaming." She laughed in glee and love, and put her brother's strong young hands on her swelling breasts. "Oh, Joe, that was so wonderful," she said. "Ohhhh! I came like crazy! It never was so good!" And then, as women have ever asked their husbands and lovers-and sometimes their brothers-she asked anxiously: "Did I do it all right? I mean, was it good for you?"
He was able to talk, and it amazed him. Nothing to be so afraid of, after all. "You were great," he said. "I'll have to learn about how to do you. I mean, how to do something that'll get you off, you know what I mean? How'd you do it this time?"
She blushed. "With my hand, of course," she said. "But it was so lovely, holding your peter, seeing it shoot that hot, thick stuff out of its little eye. Oh, wow!" and she groped down under the water, closing her soft little hand around his tender penis. "Just holding your dear peter, and feeling it expand and jerk, and seeing it shoot-that would have been enough to bring me. Honest! But I just had to have something solid in me. Oh, Joe!" and she squeezed his prick with a lovely warmth, "maybe some day you'll let me have this lovely thing. Stuck in me, I mean. In my cunt!"
The short, strong word gave her a feeling of grown-up strength, made her feel she was the equal of anyone. In those books of daddy's, there were a lot of small girls in the pictures, and they seemed to be able to take these huge great cocks into their cloven bellies. If Joe would only do it, she knew she could handle it.
I'll bet I could even take in daddy's, she thought with a shudder of deeply buried lust. Maybe not all of it, right at first. But I could. I know I could.
She had a strangulated feeling in her cunt, not unpleasant, but different from the fuck-sensation. She began to giggle.
Her brother reacted quickly. He was tenderly squeezing her young breasts, interested in the blue-veined skin that was so white where her bikini bra protected it from the sun.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Joe, do you remember all the things we did when we were little?" she asked, grinning. "When we used to bathe together, before mom made us sleep in separate bedrooms and wouldn't let us bathe together any more."
He sat, braced on his hands, his legs once more under hers, loving the feel of her smooth body. "I guess so," he answered. "I remember a lot of real fun stuff. But what do you mean?"
She leaned to kiss him again, and her cunt seemed to open as she raised on his thighs and came forward. "We used to pee on each other," she whispered with a throaty laugh. "Even when we were little, it was a wonderful, hot feeling. Like sex, you know, even when we were too little to cum, and neither of us knew a thing."
He began to laugh. "You've got a belly full of peepee," he accused her. "And you want to shoot it on me. Okay, baby. But two can play at that game." He thought for a second. "If I get another hard-on, I can't do it," he said. "I'd better go first. Somehow, the idea of your pissing on me, and me pissing on you, is making me hot all over again."
The girl squealed in delight. "You said you could do it a couple of times, a while ago," she gasped. "Did you mean it? Will you really let me pull you off again?"
"Sure," he answered. "Listen, I want to stand up and piss on your titties. Is that all right? I'll make sure none goes in your face."
She held her tender young breasts, so sensitive from her big cum, and squeezed their hard nipples out between her fingers. "God, Jodie," she choked, "I'm almost cumming just from thinking of it!"
He stood up quickly, holding his fat young cock in both hands. His bladder was full of urine, just as his sister's was. To his great pleasure, Eva got up on her knees, bringing her lovely young cones of flesh nearer. "This way, Jodie, dear, you can't miss," she whispered, reaching out to pat his prick with her warm hand.
He squeezed with his inner muscles. He was just a finger touch away from a hard-on, which so completely stops a man from pissing. Once it started, it would shoot out like a hard cum. He squeezed again, and a gentle stream ran out, hot and yellow and clear.
"Oh, come on!" the girl begged. And then she stopped. Her pink tongue, nervously rimming her lips in anticipation, picked up a cooling drop of her brother's semen, and the richness of flavor and texture strung her sexual system to a higher pitch than ever. She looked down, and saw pearly-white drops of pleasure, rich and thick, slowly coursing down the slopes of her virgin breasts, where the long, hot ropes of Joe's jism had stung her.
"Hold it," she begged. "Hold it, baby!"
Joe, impatient for the rank pleasure of urinating on his sister, as they had so often done as children, gaped as he watched her quickly rake up each congealing string of cum juice, eagerly licking it from her fingers. His cock throbbed. He knew he would have to piss now, or wait until his cock had softened again.
With another pressure of his voiding muscles, the tube in his cock opened, and a hard, stinging stream of yellow piss-water shot out, catching Eva by surprise.
"Oh, Joe!" she squealed, gasping for a hard drawn breath, "That's so wild! So beautiful! It's making me want to cum again! OHHHHHH! Here, baby, here!" and she held her hot, smooth hands under her love-swollen breasts, turning and twisting her body to bring the two tender cones under the beating spray from Jodie's dick.
It felt so wonderful, with the hard stream pelting all around each blood-gorged nipple, and over the tenderized surfaces of each firm little titty, that she began to swell and throb inside the distended lips of her cunt, up into the sealed-off darkness of her juvenile vagina, all through her body, wherever any nerve was connected with her fuck-system.
"Wow, sis! This is too much!" the boy howled.
"Man, what a hot thing to do!" He saw the hot piss turn to spray as it hit his sister's smooth skin, saw that the mist of urine was around her face, and that she was holding her mouth open, her eyes closed in a frenzy of lusty enjoyment. The raunchy sight would have made him sick an hour before. Now, having been drawn into this aura of unbridled desire-just as his sister had been-he felt nothing but wild exhilaration, with a new heat building inside him, between his balls and his rectum.
When he finished, he felt stronger than he ever had. And, when little Eva, still moaning happily over an unexpected orgasm, hugged him around his lean hips and buried her face in his crotch, he no longer cared if she, by chance, opened her mouth and sucked him in.
But she did not. As women do, she rebounded almost instantly from the non-draining joy of her cum-blast, and sat back on her heels in the pee-stained water.
"Come on, baby," she said in a passion-thickened young voice. "Get down like we were before. I've got a belly full of it, and I'm going to pour it on you!"
Laughing, bold, feeling twice his youthful years, Joe let himself down. But first he opened the drain and let the water start to run out.
"You hold it, sis," he ordered, laughing. "I want the real feeling, all of it, and I don't want it diluted by this cooled-off bath water! Here, slide along, get your thighs over my legs."
Eva was gritting her teeth, her sweet young face lit with happiness and love. "Oh, Jodie, isn't this fun? I just wanted to help you, and look what's happened! We're helping each other! Oh, baby, I can't believe it's scary old me, the skinny old maid, doing this!"
His tongue was thick. In some ways, he envied Eva; she was so courageous, so willing to go head first into sex. He had seen her licking up his cum juice, had seen the sprayed mist from his bladder mist up around her open mouth. He could go as far as they had gone as children, but he did not think he could go beyond that.
The water had gone down fast, it was only an inch deep, and was already making the sucking farewell noise as it drained away. With the water gone, the smooth, warm flesh of his sister's lovely young thighs gave him a solid pressure, an assurance that she was real, that this they were doing was real.
His arms around her velvet-smooth back held her on him, her cunt was just above his bush of wiry pubic hair, his fat, wet cock.
"Go ahead, baby," he groaned. "You're right on. I'll get it all!" It was so wonderful to feel free and easy in the presence of a real live girl! So unbelievably marvelous to feel no shame or guilt, no embarrassment or fear! For a long moment, he held in his heart a deep gratitude toward his sibling, who had had the innate sweetness of spirit, the mystic understanding of his needs, the downright goodness that had made this possible.
Then her little body was taut for a few seconds and he felt her strain as she raised her ass slightly. And then it came, the glorious feeling of wet warmth as his sister's bladder emptied over his pubic region, into his crotch, over his cock and balls. There was a ton of it, it seemed. A girl's bladder must hold more, he judged. And it was so sweet!
"Oh, Jodie, baby," the tiny girl moaned happily, "it's so sweet to do this for each other! So good! Oh, Jodie, I'm cumming again! OHHHH! OH MY GOODNESS-FUCKING-GODDAM-N-JODIE-BABY! Ohhhhh!"
The cry drained out of her as her slight body shook and trembled in the wringing-out of her pussy-feeling, and Joe, startled and deeply pleased, felt his young cock go hard almost instantly.
"Hey, sis," he whispered hoarsely, "that was some wild idea! Oh, baby! That sweet smell!" He kissed her very hard on her soft, sweet young lips, still keeping his teeth closed, and the young girl, a secret smile flashing over her face, thought: You're getting there, baby brother! And so am I! Oh, thank you, Lord, for helping us both not to be scaredy-cats!
"That smell," she laughed, "is only my old wee-wee. But if it's as hot for you as yours was for me, I'm glad!"
The big kid shivered. "I'm still scared cock-eyed," he said. "I'm not scared of you, I know that. But maybe I'm scared of me. Maybe I'm scared of stepping over a line."
His sister kissed him again, purposely gentle, and drew her feet back, edging off his thighs. "I must be hurting you, Jodie," she said contritely. "Oh, gracious, I loved that feeling! Just the idea of it! Wow! Crazy! And when I let it go all over you, knowing that my pussy was opening up, just above your peter, that they were almost touching, that was the final, beautiful, wonderful thing of all! I never would have believed it, that I could cum without even touching! That's just too much, Jodie!"
The big boy was getting up, feeling self-conscious about his naked prick, getting hard again so soon. He grinned, what he would learn later to call "a shit-eating grin." But he, scared or not, still felt more like a man than he could have believed possible.
"We did touch," he said. "Look at this old thing," and he touched his hardening cock. "Just when you were letting it all go over me, my prick just jumped up, hard as ever. And you were, uh, sort of open, I guess. I felt it rub in the slick part of your cunt."
The naked young girl, her eyes closed and her teeth gritted from some deep re-echoing cum-spasm, licked her lips and tried to whisper something which sounded like "Yesyesyesyes" and then a long, hard sigh, with her dark head falling against her brother's crotch.
In a few seconds she looked up, her sweet young face glowing.
"You said you could do it again," she said softly, laying her warm hand around his cock. "And now, just look! He's ready again! Oh, how I wish I could just suck him and suck him and suck him, until he just shoots that delicious white stuff in my mouth! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Jodie, will you ever let me?"
He was opening his mouth to say "Yes!" for he had changed a lot in the last half-hour and, although he still had. plenty of fears, he also had a new, surging masculinity. But suddenly they heard a familiar, frightening sound, the rattle of gravel in the driveway, the slam of a truck door. When Eva looked up at Jodie, his face was the color of ashes and his eyes were glazed with terror.
"Get in the tub and pull the curtain! Quick!" The slight girl leaped for the door, shut it quietly, and slid the bolt. When she turned, her brother still stood shivering in the tub. Without a word, without a look of reproach, the girl turned on the water taps, mixing hot and cold, and drew the curtain. "Just in case," she whispered, kissing Joe lightly on the cheek. To him, she suddenly seemed the most grown-up and dependable person he had ever seen, his first leaning post since his mother had left without a word. He was even able to grin feebly, and he watched his sister with admiring eyes as she stood up to the mirror, holding her hands up to fix her hair, and singing words from an old seventy-eight platter, " 'Bye-'Bye Blues."
Their father's footsteps pounded up the stairs like a runaway mule, and Jodie's heart almost leaped out of his mouth when a heavy hand twisted at the doorknob and a hearty voice cried: "Hi! Where is everybody? Joe, that you in there?"
The boy was so paralyzed by fear that he might have answered, but for the fact that his sister, her firm young breasts bounding, leaped into the tub beside him and said severely: "No, dad! It's me! What are you trying to do? Frighten all the neighborhood?"
Turning to her brother, she made a motion of tilting her head back and drinking from an imaginary glass. In Jodie's ear, she whispered, "He's smashed."
There was some indistinct mumbling in the hall, and their father said, "Well, where's Joe, then? His motorbike's in the driveway."
Very coolly, Eva said: "I haven't the faintest notion. He may have come home and left with someone else. Or maybe he's down in the kitchen, having a snack." She made her voice sound prissy. "Anyhow, I wish you wouldn't roar so. You scared me, daddy, really you did. I'm here all alone-or thought I was-with nothing on, just getting into the tub."
They heard a sort of gasp, and Daddy's voice said, "Golly, good thing you had the door latched. I might've dashed in and seen my little girl's naked butt." He put a world of irony into his next words. "How horrible that would be for my sweet little girlie. Especially since I've seen everything you've got from the time you were born!"
Eva hopped out of the tub and put her face against the door. She really loved this big, strong, good looking father of hers, with an interest that would have surprised him and pleased Dr. Sigmund Freud. "Please, daddy, I didn't mean it that way, and you know it! I left the front door unlocked for Jodie, and it could have been one of his friends-or anyone-running up here! You're my daddy, and I'd never mind if you sat down and looked me over for an hour."
She felt a sharp gust of heat flare inside her as she made this bold declaration, and turned to see Joe, his head out between the shower curtains, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Okay, okay," the man outside said. "Listen, I'll run down and see if I can find Joe. I want him to bike down to the store and tell Harry I'm not coming back tonight. I'd phone him, but I want to get this contract of sale to the bank tonight. Sold a big refrigerator a while ago."
He started down the steps, not hurrying this time, and Eva turned back and grabbed her brother by the arm, handing him his clothes. "Run in Dad's bathroom," she whispered. "Quick and quiet! Get in there and turn on the shower and get under it. Remember, you've only been home a few minutes and you used his bathroom because you heard me singing in here. HURRY!"
She opened the door and went to the head of the steps, a big towel draped around her. If her dad came back too quickly and looked up, she knew he would see her sweetly haired, pouting little pussy. She knew that would stop him in his tracks, give Jodie plenty of time to get everything set in the shower.
She was right.
It was a very large towel, but it wasn't large enough to hide all she had, even if she was a small girl. She held one end of it in her left hand, across her tender young breasts, clear across her right hip. From dead ahead, she was modestly clothed. From below, in the good light, every detail of her softly divided, thick-lipped, juicy little cunt could be seen. And her father, hastening back, ready to start upstairs, saw it.
He was holding onto the stair rail, ready to take the stairs two at a time, when he realized what he saw. And realized, with a start that shook him to his foundations, that his baby daughter had become a woman, that she was ripe for sex. His own boyhood, hot as far back as his daughter thought, told him a great deal more, without conscious thought, than he really wanted to know about Eva.
She stared down at him sweetly, holding the other end of the towel, the one looped behind her back, in her right hand, pretending to be drying her hair. And she felt a thrill of pride and excitement that her humble little pussy, that she had never given any real credit, could have such an effect. But she kept cool.
"Oh, daddy," she said in her sweetest, primest voice, "I think I hear Jodie in your bathroom. You know how the pipes hum when the water's turned on somewhere else? I came out to call you. Do you want me to tell him you want him?"
"No! No!" her father almost shouted, unable to take his eyes off the juicy little split that had opened and showed its wet pink lining as Eva took a step toward the head of the stairs. "Forget it! Don't you ever go in there like that! I mean, baby, you ought to get dressed before you come out of the bathroom!" He was blushing, and it was as much for what he was thinking as for the hard-on he suddenly felt growing in his crotch.
He had always been a cocksman, but this last year, with his wife leaving him without any explanation, had shut him into a small inner prison of doubt and rejection. In his store, a comfortable business inherited from his father, he had a sleeping room, purportedly for when he had tired himself moving large appliances. There were still plenty of women in their thirties who remembered the Kelly James of fifteen to twenty years ago, and who would have been glad to give him a rousing fuck. Not just for old times' sake, either, for he was still a good looking male with an athlete's body. But he had lost his self confidence. An occasional whore, even an occasional old friend, kept him from going completely cunt crazy. But mostly, he lived on memories, and that isn't always good for a man whose nuts are full of jism. When he was a kid, he usually felt ashamed and less confident after he had jerked off. Now, at thirty-seven, it was making a sexual recluse out of him.
He moved so that the newel post at the foot of the stairs covered the fact that his cock was pushing against his work slacks. And he tried, unsuccessfully, to keep his eyes a little off the line leading right to the soft, wetly pink lips of his daughter's swelling cunt, and tried to make his voice casual.
"What I mean is, your brother's probably tired from swimming practice," he managed to croak. "Anyhow, I ought to take care of this myself. But listen, baby, I think you, uh, maybe, well, never mind," he gulped. "I'll be home around the usual time."
He had wanted to tell for God's sake go get on some panties, at least, but that would give away the fact not only that he had been looking at her soft-lipped young cunt, but that it had affected him. So all he could do was to walk stiff-legged to the door, that mighty erection painfully stretching against his pants.
With a triumphant grin on her face, Eva threw the towel over her shoulder, reached down and rubbed her itching, happy little pussy affectionately, and watched as her father burned rubber getting out of his driveway. When she was fairly sure he would not return, she went casually into his big bedroom and into the big bath where her brother was trembling under the shower.