Chapter 6
Kelly James woke suddenly, that morning, and went into the bathroom. His cock was fat and swollen, and it felt good as he aimed a yellow stream of pent-up urine into the toilet bowl. He had a sharp memory of all that had happened last night, of Mae's full-blown charms, the eagerness with which she had spread her strong, lovely thighs as he went down on her from sheer exuberance.
He now had an almost complete hard-on, but he knew that it did not come from his memories of Mae. Even if she was a good gal, a generous, good humored woman who knew what her cunt was for.
He eyed himself dubiously as he leaned close to the mirror, rubbing his bristly chin, looking at the red veins in his eyes, running his tongue over teeth that needed brushing.
"You bastard!" he said, and shook his head, grinning. "That's got to be the sweetest kid who ever lived. What a woman she'll make!" He inspected his tongue and grimaced; it looked like dirty cream cheese spread on a piece of spoiled ham.
He continued to think about his little daughter as he dressed and shaved and prepared to meet a world of reality. Which included his daughter. "Whatll I say to her?" he muttered, knotting his tie.
He need not have worried. She was getting breakfast as she had ever since his wife took off with that guy. Said she wouldn't have a strange woman in the house. "And anyhow, I love to keep house and cook," the child had said. And she had done it. They had compromised. A middle-aged lady from down the street came twice a week and did all the heavy cleaning. But Eva did most of the washing and changed the beds. Saved me a shit-pot full of money, Kelly commented to himself mentally. Real fine kid!
She didn't say or do a thing any different from usual. Didn't even give him a conspiratorial look. Just said, "Morning, Daddy," like she always did, and turned her face up for his kiss. Her cheek, for Christ's sake.
But, as he drove the heavy pick-up downtown to the store, he wondered. There must have been something in the air. Else why did he keep thinking of her, naked, in the bathroom when she hadn't even been in there when he was, only afterward, when he stopped by the house. And why was she so understanding about a man's jerking off?
After their dad had left, Joe came over and put his arm around her, giving her titties a squeeze. They had gone down quite a bit from their warm and swollen size of last night. And Eva had put her hip against him and pushed him away, pleasantly but firmly.
"Don't mess around before school," she said. "Or downstairs, unless we know exactly where dad is. We've both got school to think about. And it's foolish to look for trouble."
Joe laughed and sat down, but reached under her dress and ran his hand over the hairy fatness of her neatly divided little cunt.
She stood still and looked at him, smiling faintly. "Do you believe in palmistry?" she asked, and Joe, grinning, said: "I don't know. Why do you ask?"
"Because you might get your palm red," the child answered, using a gag she had overheard in the locker room.
Jodie looked at her in puzzlement, then began to laugh. "Wow! you're some joker, aren't you, sis? Red, r-e-d, not read, r-e-a-d, past tense of read, like to read a book." He shook with laughter. When he spoke, his voice had a greedy ring. "Is there much of it?" he asked. "How long does it go on?"
Eva looked puzzled. "That's a funny thing," she answered. "My second day is usually my biggest. But when I took my tampon out this morning, it was barely colored." She blushed. This was pretty intimate talk, even with your brother. Even with your brother who had become, suddenly, your lover.
But Joe looked interested. "Maybe I sucked it all out last night," he volunteered. "I sure got a lot of it."
Eva colored again. "I don't know," she admitted. "It's not all blood, you know."
"I know," Joe said confidently. "I got a lot of sort of, you know, soft lumps. Kind of like the white inside part of bread when you're having milk toast."
Eva shuddered delicately, then thought, What a hypocrite I am. I've known how I smell and taste as long as I can remember. And how it is when I'm flowing, too.
"You could be right," she said. "There's just so much of it. Maybe there's more with a grown-up woman, or a bigger woman. But nature takes three or four days because it's such a tiny little hole it has to come out of." She grinned a pixie grin. "But you didn't get it all, baby. I got some on my fingers, sticking a new plug in."
They rode the same bus to school. Eva sat down by a girl she knew, and Joe went back to the end of the bus with some older guys. When they got out at school, he said: "I've got swimming practice again tonight, Evie. But I'll be home like maybe four-thirty." He grinned at her. "And you'd better be ready."
She tried to look severe, but it was too hard, since her first thought had been, Suppose Dad comes home early and wants me, too. Did ever another girl have such a dilemma? Two lovers, yes. But two in the same house? And each one thinking he had prior rights?
When she got on the bus that afternoon, she had a surprise. One of the trio of girls who had been so taken with Jodie was on the same bus, although, as far as Eva knew, she didn't go to Crest Junior High. But the girl waved at her, and beckoned, and smiled imploringly, so Eva naturally went and sat down by her. "Listen," the girl said in a rush of words, "I'm Cindy Valentine. I sat behind you yesterday, remember?"
Eva couldn't have been unfriendly to anyone, and certainly not to this girl who liked Jodie so much. She answered, "Sure, I remember. You're the one who said he could dip his wick in your oil any time. That was pretty good. Where'd you pick that up?"
The girl leaned close to Eva, putting her long-fingered hand on the small girl's firm thigh. "Don't be mad," she pleaded. "That was stupid. All of it was stupid. I was just sorry you heard us. It was, well, what my mother calls bad taste. And I never knew you, not to do any more than say 'Hi' but I think you're all right. Cool."
It was a high compliment. Eva blushed. "I'm not mad," she said. "Honest. You shouldn't feel embarrassed. Gosh, you've been around."
"That's just it," the slender blonde said, ready to cry. "None of us three really knows shit about guys. About sex. That was just big talk. What we'd like to be like, not what we are."
"You're kidding," Eva said. Her glance came down on those long, heavy, unbelievably sexy-looking titties. "With those hanging on you? And no guy's busting his hump to get you?"
"Oh, a couple of dummies make passes at me now and then. But we're just eighth graders, and Echo Glen is a dummy sort of school. You've got all the sharp guys over here at Crest."
"But those," Eva said, nodding at those superb young breasts, "they'd drive guys crazy anywhere. Don't they, Cindy?"
The taller girl colored. "No," she said ... Not yet, anyhow. A couple of guys whistle at the beach, but when I stop and smile, and when they get closer, they sort of back off." The lovely child sighed. "I'm too young for them, and they know it, I guess."
Eva put her hand on Cindy's arm. "You'll get a guy," she said. "I just know it. You're too pretty and sweet not to." Kind-hearted and sympathetic as she was, though, it gave her more confidence in herself to find a chick even more self-conscious, even more afraid of life than she was. A thought came to her. "How come you're on this bus?" she asked. "It doesn't go past Echo Glen."
Tears came in the slender blonde's eyes. "I cut my last class and hitch-hiked over to Crest just to see you and talk to you," she replied. "I just felt so rotten yesterday, realizing how stupid I'd been-all three of us, really-and how cool you were."
Eva moved, and somehow placed a strain on one of her buttocks. In spite of herself, she moaned. Her cunt felt bruised, actually it felt like an outside muscle after you're bumped it real hard. Yesterday had been pretty heavy. Especially for a girl who never had had anything very big stuck in her pussy. Jodie was bigger than she had reckoned on. And daddy! Well, what could you say? Wow! He was really big.
The thought made her feel all cummy and gooey inside, and she whispered, "Excuse me," and turned her back. There weren't many kids on the bus today, no one standing up where they could see what she was doing. She held her books over her thighs with one hand. With the other, she quickly ran a finger around the hairy, sensitive perimeters of her pussy.
She inspected it surreptitiously. No sign of blood, so she heaved a sigh of relief. Whatever that gooshy feeling was, it was all inside her. She turned to see a sympathetic smile on the face of Cindy Valentine.
"I'm due in a day or two," the yellow-haired child said, with obvious pride in her womanhood. "But I feel better, just talking to you. Honest. You're so real. And I'll bet you've done ten times more than either Trisha or Mary. Or me," she added, dropping her eyes.
At about this same time, Kelly James stopped by Dr. Ted Laidlaw's office on the Plaza in downtown Marquez. He stood inside the door, waiting for his eyes to get used to the dark interior, and saw that Myrna Wheeler was not in the reception area. He went down the hall on the right and, sure enough, she was taking five in the nurse's lounge.
She said "Hi," in a pleasant Way, and moved over so that Kelly could sit by her. "Want to see the doctor? Couldn't be me, could it?"
He laughed. "Either will do, but you're prettier. I want you to give me a month's supply-maybe two months--of knockout pills. As distinguished from knock up," and he laughed.
The woman, a well built girl with auburn hair, put her hand on his knee and laughed. "It sure beats when we were kids, doesn't it, Kel?" she remarked. "Every time I saw a stork in the zoo, I shuddered." She laughed. "But listen, Kel, maybe I ought to tell you-Mae picked up a supply yesterday."
Kelly looked at her, wondering how in the hell women seemed to know everything that went on in this little city. He ought to get mad at her, being so damned nosey, but what the hell? They had been pals a long time. Maybe, if he got his guts back, he could bang her again.
"They're not for Mae, baby," he said. "Remember when a gal used to go to doctor to try to get him to help her come around, she always said: 'It's not for me, it's for a friend.' Right; Well, okay. If I told you who these were for, you wouldn't believe me."
Myrna gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Kelly, you always were a devil," she whispered. "Okay, I'll get you three months' worth. But listen, sharpie: I take 'em, too. If you ever get the feeling you want to reminisce."
Remembering how it had been with him, last night, first with Mae, when he had been able to control his ejaculation because he was thinking of Eva's sweet little pussy, and later with his daughter because he had cum twice with Mae, Kelly felt marvelous. So, when Myrna came back with a little white paper sack and said, "They sure beat rubbers, don't they, Kel?" he ran his hand right up between her smooth thighs, not surprised to find the crotch of her panties warm and wet and slick. Just because she'd been so nice, he hooked a finger under the strap and sank it in her juicy, pulsing twat. When he stood up, she leaned against him, her hand squeezing his fattening dick, and they kissed hard, sucking each other's tongues.
He could barely stand up straight, his cock was so hard when he walked out and got in the pick-up. He thought of the tiny little cervix he had fingered last night, up inside his little girl's twat. He thought of it flowing today. Not a peep out of her about headaches or back pain's or being depressed. Some kid. And, by God, he'd bet a bundle that he'd sucked a lot of that good girl-stuff out of her on that last beautiful scary little ending of their hot affair.
The memory put a hard throb into his warm and swollen prick, and he felt a shiver of lust as he remembered, not the sight and taste of that youthful pussy, but the incredible smoothness of the lips just where the hair ended. He flicked his own lips with his tongue.
Few people, no matter how mature, are immune to flattery. The very evident liking that Cindy Valentine had expressed, her saying that Eva was "cool," and, above all, imputing sexual experience to her, made the small girl amost melt with pleasure.
"Well," she said, looking around to see that no one else was near, "I haven't had all that much experience. But I can't see how any guy could give me a thought when chicks like you are around. I look more like a thirteen-year-old boy than a thirteen-year-old girl." She laughed nervously and touched her small, perfect breast.
Cindy actually hugged Eva, and it felt warm and nice. "Gee, kid," the young blonde said, "I'm here to tell you that tits aren't anything special. They haven't done all that much for me." She seemed sad and depressed, and Eva's kind heart warmed to her. "Why don't you come by the house with me?" she asked. "Unless you have to be home at a certain time. Are your folks very strict?"
"Crazy," Cindy answered. "That's another reason I don't get much of a chance to, well, you know, have any fun. But I sure would like to know you better." Her sweet, pretty face was smiling softly. "If you're sure it's all right with your folks."
In the heat of the day, the two young girls walked easily and loosely, and when they reached the big old James home, they had, in some odd transfer of friendship and confidence, established a very real rapport. So much so that Eva, sweated from the walk under the sun, said: "If we had a pool, you and I could take a swim-so what's wrong with us taking a shower together? That is, if you won't think I'm ... well, queer or something." She laughed, but it sounded a wee bit breathless, and she did have a small thrill in her cuntal area.
Cindy eyes her merrily. "We take showers together over at Echo Lane all the time," she said. "Girls, I mean. After Phys Ed."
But she flushed as she added: "Do you ever really look at the other chicks? I mean, do you ever pay any attention to their pussies?"
"Only sort of," Eva answered, slightly puzzled. "I see them and I don't see them. I know they're there. Why?"
The two young girls had opened a couple of cans of Coke, and Eva had led the way upstairs. She parted the shower curtains on the tub and turned on the water, wondering at Cindy's question. When she turned around, the taller girl had pulled her short dress up over her head and was standing, flushed but smiling, with nothing on but her underpants. Her deeply carved titties, looking so luscious on such a girlish, slender body, seemed to throb with her breathing.
She put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and answered Eva's question. "Because you're going to see something funny," she said. "Talk about a thirteen-year-old boy. I look like a ten-year-old girl. I haven't got any hair, only fuzz."
She moved the panties down and off, and stepped out of them. She was pink all over with confusion and embarrassment. And Eva, sympathetic to anyone who was suffering embarrassment from being not mature enough to meet everyday standards, cried: "Ohhh, Oh, Cindy!" and moved to put her arm around the taller girl.
It was not quite as bad as the blonde had said. In fact, to Eva, it looked beautiful. She dug her own pussy, really dug it, and liked everything about it.
But here was an interesting phenomenon-a cunt seemingly with so little hair that its every contour, every crease, was plain to be seen. Involuntarily, wanting to know more about how it was, how it felt, and already having an arm around Cindy, she put her hand on the other girl's soft mound. And inevitably, because both girls were inexperienced and eager, and the slit was there, right where Eva's fingers met the warm, smooth flesh, one of her fingers actually pressed into the warm, moist little crevice. It was too much for the highly keyed young blonde. She responded by pumping her solid, strong young body against the accidentally probing finger, and it slipped farther down into the softly pulsating little valley of flesh and membrane, and fuck news went along every vein and nerve in her impulsive, vibrant young body.
The shared sensation frightened them both. "Gee, kid, what'll you think of me?" Cindy asked hoarsely. "But I swear I never meant to do that. Honest to goodness!"
"You?" Eva asked. She looked at the lovely girl and her soft, sweet little twat and said: "It wasn't you. It was me. And all I was trying to do was to see how it felt. How the short hair felt."
She was blushing, too, but she said: "Let's don't be silly, Cindy. We came up here to shower and get cool" She turned away, tugging at her dress across her hips, and then turned back as it came up off her young body, exposing her trembling, conical breasts.
"You think you look young," she said, "what about these?"
Just as she had responded to Cindy's woes over her near-hairless pussy, the blonde girl responded to Eva's. "You silly," the blonde said, "they're just lovely. So soft and pointy! And look at those big nipples! I should think a guy would get sexed up over them quicker than he would with a lot of blubber. Like me or Mary or Trisha." And she implemented her speech by putting one of her soft hands over the small girl's tender breast, squeezing it with more understanding, with more care than Jodie had. Or her father. Girls knew, she thought, where a girl's feel-good places were. It gave her a warm wash of heat through her compressed cuntlips, and she was tingling with fun and good feeling as she stripped off her own chaste white panties.
She reached around Cindy's rounded hip and gave her firm little ass an affectionate squeeze, just as her father had given her.
"Come on, Cindy," she said, and stepped into the shower.
She came out a few seconds later and got a soft, clean washcloth for her friend. They looked at each other, a smile of burgeoning friendship on each sweet young face, and Eva giggled, "This is the first time I ever showered this way." She looked at the gorgeous young titties, and leaned hard against Cindy, rubbing her wet, warm little body against those thrusting pillows of firm flesh. Although she was shorter, the weight of the blonde's breasts, and their size and shape, seemed to bring them down to hers, so that their tender and nerve-tight nipples met.
"They're so lovely," Eva whispered, looking up and getting her little face pelted by the shower. Remembering how Cindy had squeezed her own breast so sympathetically, she held one of the heavy young boobs up and sucked the hard, pink nipple as deep into her mouth as she could.
Last month, when she had baby-sat a neighbor's infant boy, just when she was approaching her period and was curiously hot, she had, in a blaze of heat and knowledge-seeking, pulled the shoulder of her summer shift down and offered her titty to the little boy. Like any other girl, she had often wondered what it was like, having infant lips suckling one's breast. Didn't nursing mothers sometimes get awfully hot, getting their titties sucked so much?
She found out. She found out that a baby gets up enough suction to pull the entire boob into his belly, if his mouth were big enough.
For the first second, it had been an agonizing pain. After that, it was agonizing beauty. And lust. So much lust and heat that, in instinctively touching just a finger to the juicy-wet strap of her nylon panties, she had cum so hard that she had lost the baby's lips in her jerking ecstasy.
Now, with the challenging beauty of those fantastically mature breasts rubbing hers, with the firmly resilient flesh and the hard-grained nipples just where she could reach them so easily, she did the same sweet favor for Cindy that the baby had done for her. And also instinctively, she reached her free hand to the smooth, softly divided mound at the base of her new friend's belly.
It was a singularly fiery, touchingly informative moment for both the young teenagers. Now I know now good I feel to Daddy, Eva thought. And to Jodie. But she had another racing thought flash in her mind. J know why I make them hot.
For it was true. This warm contact with another girl, built just as she was, with no penis except the short, sweet little bud of nerves and gristle under the overhanging cape of haired flesh at the top of her cunt, set her own body on fire. The way the touch of Jodie did, him touching her, her touching him.
And in Cindy's hungrily seeking spirit, in a young body that ached to give its flowing beauties to a male, found that there was heat and beauty in love of any kind, even from another girl. As her hot little cunt clamped and twisted on Eva's knowing fingers, as the lovely fuck-pain flowered in the breast so wonderfully sucked by Eva's knowing mouth and tongue, she thought it might be better with another girl than with anyone else.
She braced her strong young legs and held the smaller girl to her, mashing Eva's sucking mouth against her pleasure-pained titty.
"Oh, golly, baby!" she groaned, "you're so good! SO WONDERFUL! OH, EVA! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!"
She was pumping her beautiful, slender yound body against Eva's happily fucking fingers so hard that the small brunette had to hang on to keep her two contacts, the swelling breast in her mouth, the sucking pussy around her fingers. I'll bet I know how to do this better than Jodie, she thought triumphantly, feeling the cunt muscles cling and writhe around her fingers, knowing with pure feminine instinct exactly where to touch, and how much pressure would feel exactly, beautifully right to another girl's pussy.
As the marvelous, unexpected orgasm ran down and came to a slowly throbbing end, Cindy's strength and balance came back. She held the small but generously feminine body of Eva closer to her, feeling the warm, slick contact of their bodies under the shower. In a burst of love and a desire to give as well as receive, she put one of her arms down and behind the tenderly rounded ass of the small girl, running her entire hand deep into the crevice between Eva's ass cheeks. Into the warm, slick flow from her pussy. And, as she felt the hanging string and remembered what Eva had said and done on the bus, she laughed and tugged on the string.
"Your pussy feels so good, Eva," she whispered. "I'm so glad I know you. You're so sweet." She shoved two of her fingers deep into the small girl's vagina, her nature thrilled by the fact that she was probing into a feminine channel that was doing what hers would be in a few days-changing the life-lining of the deeply hidden, sweetly flowing womb.
As her inner fire burned higher and higher, and the long fingers of the blonde touched spots still sore from last night's fun, Eva began to pant out her joy. "Just go in a little deeper, Cindy," she gasped. "There! Push harder. You know where it's at, baby! OHHHH! You found it! THERE! THERE! OHHHH! OH, GRACIOUS! OH, HOLD ME!"
Her little body shivered with happily sated lust as Cindy drew her fingers out her weakly throbbing pussy. She felt a strange surge of self-confidence such as she had never known.
"You knew I was flowing but you didn't care," she breathed into Cindy's ear as the taller girl bent to kiss Eva's cheek. "You knew, and you didn't care." In a burst of fierce understanding of how a sister feels, she hugged Cindy so hard they slipped and almost went crashing down.
Cindy held her reeking hand outside the shower of drops from the shower head. She giggled, then hugged Eva with her other arm. "Look!" she said intensely. "You're barely flowing, but I got a little! Oh, kid, this is so lovely! Watch!" And she crammed her two fingers into her mouth, closing her eyes. "Gee, Eva," she whispered as she withdrew the fingers, "don't be mad at me! I sometimes think I'm crazy, I love my pussy so much. The taste of it. The smell. And I knew yours would taste just like it!"
The two drew apart, looking at each other shyly, two girls who had stumbled on a truth which was to them only. A mutuality accidentally discovered, a reality too beautiful to reject.
"Let's get out of here," Eva said, once again sucking on one of Cindy's incredible breasts, but gently, this time. "Let's go to my room, where we can talk." Her voice was thick.
"And hug and kiss and finger-fuck each other," Cindy laughed. "Oh, Eva, I hope you know I never did this before. Not with anyone."
And the small girl, her face breaking into a grin, replied, "Neither did I-with a girl!"