John Kellerman
Hot pants niece

CHAPTER ONE

"I think you know why I have to get Teresa out of town for a while," Mrs. Henderson said, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Jane didn't look up from her tea. It embarrassed her to hear her mother carry on about Terry. It had been like that for some years now. Terry was an embarrassing girl to have around. "Are you listening, Janey?"

"Sure, mom."

"I wish Teresa took after you more," her mother went on. "Never asking for anything, never causing any trouble. But she isn't like that. And ever since your father disappeared, I knew this day was coming. I can't seem to get her to obey me at all anymore. And now this dating business comes up and her wanting to strut around with that Carson boy." Mrs. Henderson shook her head. Jane nodded to let her know she was still listening.

"Well, we all know who Bobby Carson is… and what he is."

"Yes, Mama."

"I'll feel much more at case with you taking Terry up to Uncle Nat's place for the summer. You can keep an eye on her that way. And Nat having that place in the country, I guess it'll take her out of circulation some."

"Yes, Mama." Jane sipped her tea. She'd been thinking about Bobby Carson. It made a thrill run over her skin to imagine the young man doing what he was notorious for doing to girls. Jane imagined him doing it to Teresa. But age wouldn't stop Bob Carson. He was the most notorious cherry popper in Hainsville. Jane sighed and then pushed the naughty thoughts out of her mind. She was too mature to daydream about such tripe as that. She was nineteen and going on twenty. She had a year of college behind her and considered herself serious-minded and sincere. Not like her harebrained sis, Terry.

"You'd better go run Teresa out of the bathroom and get your bath started," her mother said. "The bus leaves in an hour and a half and I don't want you two to fool pound and miss it."

"Yes, Mama, I'll go right up."

"Terry, I've got to come in," Jane called, "it's getting late."

"Okay, okay, if you really think you'd gonna pee your pants or something…"

Jane closed the door behind her. The bathroom was steamy and hot. She hung her robe on the hook and squeezed paste onto her toothbrush. She could hear her sister splashing around in the bathwater. The shower curtain had been drawn domed and Jane thought that a bit silly. She'd never known Terry to be so modest in the past.

Behind the translucent curtain Jane could see the thin outline of her sister's body. She seemed too willowy thin to be causing so much trouble. Why, she hardly had tits at all… just small swells lipped with the most fragile pink nipples Jane had ever seen. Her own breasts were full and firm and the nipples dark. It embarrassed her to see her naked body sometimes. And she could hardly stand to touch the super-sensitive nubbins that jutted out of her equally dark areolas. It embarrassed her to see her dark pubic curls. They formed a perfect triangle that started low on her abdomen. And underneath those protective curls was the most embarrassing place of all. She frowned at her vagrant thoughts aid concentrated on brushing her teeth.

"When will you be through with your bath?" she asked, getting her toilet articles together.

"If you'll give me five more minutes, I'll get out."

Jane slipped her robe back over her shoulders. "Well, okay. But burly up or we'll miss that bus."

She opened the door to go out, but remembered that she wanted to pack her toilet articles while she was waiting for Terry to finish in the tub. So that the steamy wax wouldn't escape, Jane closed the door again and reached for the little zipper bag she used for cosmetics.

"Unnnnn… got to hurry now…" Terry groaned from behind the shower curtain. Jane realized immediately that her young sister thought she was alone. Jane thought she'd better cough or make some kind of noise to warn Terry that the door had been opened and closed but that she was still not alone. But something made her remain silent. She drew her fingers back away from the little bag she'd been about to fetch.

"Mmmm… ohhh, wow!" Terry sighed. The water was being splashed around pretty violently. Jane found her heart pounding. She moved her bare feet carefully on the tiled floor. How could she just stand there and let her sister go on doing whatever she was doing? But Jane had a pretty good idea what Terry was doing and it excited her curiosity tremendously. It was something she had never done herself. She'd resisted the temptation since puberty. Her mother had always told her that nice girls simply didn't do such things. Not in those words exactly, but the implications had been clear enough. Jane bit her bottom lip. She meant to make same noise any minute now… Net she still waited.

"Ohhhh… ohhhh, yesss… ohhhh God, Bobby, fuck me… fuck me!"

The words made Jane a body tremble. She noticed that the lips of her cunt felt heavy and moist inside. She rocked her hips and the inner folds pressed and slid together. She was breathing faster and her skin tingled. She moved slowly towards the place wheat the shower curtain didn't quite reach the wall. She hated herself for what she was about to do but nothing could have stopped her. Leaning close, she peered through the gap in the curtain, looked down on her blonde sister's slender back.

Both of Terry's hands were between her thighs. Jane couldn't tell what she was doing because her sister's shoulders and head were in the way. But the sucking, slippery sounds made it obvious. Terry's knees were bent, but as she continued to play between the lips of her cunt, she extended one slim leg and pressed her toes against the end of the tub. Her wiggling movements had become more intense now, wilder. Her foot brushed the tap handle and hot water gushed noisily into the tub. Teresa didn't seem to notice or didn't care. She slid down deeper into the water, lifting her hips upwards now.

With her movements hidden by the noisy tap, Jane edged the curtain a little wider. With Terry slipped down in the tub, she could see exactly what her young sister was doing. The delicate lips of Terry's cunt were stretched back to reveal the pink, glistening lining inside. Her sister had wadded towels under her bottom to lift her pubes up out of the water while she played. And now Jane could show me exactly what her sex-crazed sister was using for lubrication. A squeeze bottle of hand lotion sat on the edge of the tub. As Jane watched, Terry squeezed a huge glop of lotion into the throbbing crevice between her young, tan thighs. Then she moaned softly as she spread the cream up and down the heated divide.

"Wow… yeah… ohhhhh, shit," she whimpered, her small fingers working the lotion deeper. Jane could see the inner petals sucking around her sister's knuckles as she plunged into her cunt. But Teresa could only push so far. Jane knew that she'd come up against resistance. Terry could only plunge so deep before she touched the very thing that their mother was trying to protect.

Jane had the strongest urge to touch her own tits. Her hands slipped up her smooth belly and trembled there below the heavy swells. "It's wrong…" she breathed… "I can't." She interlaced her fingers and held them before her almost as if she were praying.

In the tub, Terry had hooked one leg over the edge and slid down even further. Her pussy gaped, showing every detail of its makeup. The sparse blonde down that edged Terry's lips looked so delicate, so innocent. Jane licked her lips. How could her sister do this at such a young age when she herself had somehow resisted touching her own body through adolescence. But as the aching thrill jolted through her, Jane wondered about her decision to remain pure of mind and body. It had become a way of life to her and yet the obvious ecstasy on her young sister's face was undeniable. Did it really feel that good?

"Mmmmmm… ohhhh, God, I'm gonna come… I'm gonna come…"

Jane almost stepped back from the curtain then. She knew she couldn't continue to watch what Terry was doing without being disturbed by it. She was disturbed enough as it w. But the plunging movements of her sister's hips fascinated her. She'd never seen a human being move like that… not ever! She'd always avoided thinking of the details of how a man and woman really fucked. She'd assumed that the woman lay down and parted her legs slightly. Then the man pushed his cock into the woman's body and deposited his corn quickly. No one had ever told her any different. But to watch her sister's furious and frantic movements made her wonder. Did the woman really get excited enough to reveal her passion in such an animalistic way? Or was Terry a special case? Maybe the presence of a man would change the young girl's behavior. Jane just didn't know.

"Mmmm… uhnnn… ohhh, Jesus… ohhh, fuck!" The bathwater splashed over the edge of the tub as Terry jerked her immature hips up and down against her clawing fingers. Jane could see now that she had the drain open slightly to keep the water from covering her mound. The insides of her thighs were smeared with the hand lotion and it hung in glops from her fingers as she continued to caress her dainty opening.

Jane could see the little bump of her clitoris.

She knew she had one, too, but site rarely took a look at the way she was put together. Just doing that seemed to make her think wrong thoughts. A girl's body was so soft, so slick and sensitive. Just the wrong kind of touch could set off a whirlwind of emotions. Jane had never wanted to take the chance. She was curious but not that curious.

"Ahhhhh!" Teresa cried, her slim hips moving in jerky circles now as she rubbed her pussy against the teasing, rubbing friction of her fingertips. "Ohhhhhhhh… my God… SOOOO good!" Jane could hardly believe the look of ecstasy on her sister's face. Where a few seconds before she'd been grimacing as if in agony, now she looked relaxed, relieved, happy. She let her head loll back half in the water. Her toes had been fanned out against the end of the tub but now Jane watched them relax and close. She moved quietly to the door, opened and shut it again so that Terry would think she'd just re-entered the bathroom.

"Aren't you out of that tub yet?" she asked.

"In a minute," Terry replied, her voice husky with passion. There was more splashing as the slim girl moved around. Then she pushed back the curtain and stepped from the tub. Her flushed cheeks made Jane glance at her sparsely furred cunt. It was flushed-looking too and swollen slightly. Terry seemed to notice the way Jane was looking at her, and wrapped a towel around her hips.

"Take your bath now," she said. "You were in such a damned hurry."

Jane ran her a fresh tub of water, stripped her panties and jumped in. She was trying to think of something else… something to take her mind off the things she'd just witnessed. But the hot water against her cunt made her breath fast. She lathered her hands thoroughly and smoothed the suds over her breasts. Usually she never thought anything about doing that, but now her brown nipples were swollen and the slick friction made her shiver. She worked the lather around until it almost hid one nubbin. Then she pinched it with her slickened ringers.

"Ohhh… why did I do that?" she gasped, ashamed. She blushed. It was almost as if there were someone in the room watching her excite herself. As a child she'd always wondered if God could see through the walls to watch her pee. She felt that now that he might be observing her thickly lathered breasts and the way she kept rubbing her palms back and forth over the rigid nipples.

"Got to stop… ohhh, damn me… why am I thinking these things anyhow?" She sucked in a deep lungful of air. "I'm almost twenty. I'm too old to play with myself." She got a washrag soapy and squatted to cleanse her cunt in the usual way. Her cuntlips were slightly parted to expose some of the glistening inner surfaces. That way when she squeezed the soapy water onto her body, it dribbled over the hidden folds and cleaned them. But this time as the hot water did its job, Jane had the most irresistible urge to soap herself with a finger.

"Maybe I'm not getting clean enough the old way," she breathed in the stillness of the room. Soaping three fingers, she touched them gingerly to the pink inner surfaces of her labia. A thrill burst through her as she smoothed the suds up and down, up and down. "Then, that should do it… not too much… ohhh, God, not too much!"

She was shaking again, breathing irregularly. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

"I can't touch myself any longer," she gasped at last, jerking her fingers from between the swelling lips of her pussy. She was trembling all over. She grabbed the rubber shampoo sprayer and fit the end onto the spigot and turned the water on. Then she began to use the force of the spray to wash the soap out of her pussy. But she'd thought this might take care of her hygiene without exciting her further, it worked just the opposite. The needle-fine spray stung her clit and immediately it burst free from its protective hood. Before her eyes, Jane watched it thicken and lengthen. She'd never paid such close attention to her own anatomy before and it amazed her to watch the changes take place.

The warm water shot against the dainty petals round her clit. When she moved the hose so that the force of the water varied, her thighs went rigid and she seemed to want to tense every muscle, to make herself tremble by holding her breath.

"This is silly… it's got to stop right now!" she whimpered as if scolding herself might have an effect. Using every bit of will she could muster, Jane turned off the tap. She staggered up and made it out of the tub by some miracle. She could hardly believe how weak she'd become by playing with herself. She could easily see that once a girl started something like that, it would be impossible to stop. And she'd come very close to giving in to the temptation. She dried hurriedly, trying to think of anything but the pleasure she'd brought to herself just with a few light touches. But it was hard to think of anything but that.

"Now Janey darling, you watch over your little sis, you hear?"

"Yes, Mama," Jane said, kissing her mother on the cheek. Terry offered her pursed lips then and their mother hugged them both.

"Teresa, you do exactly what Jane tells you to. I don't want you running around with any boys."

"Aw maw, I'm almost eighteen."

"You heard what I said."

Terry bowed her head. "Yes, Mama."

The bus engine started up and the driver glanced their way impatiently. Jane hugged her mother and she and Terry got on. They found a seat near the back and waved as the big bus lumbered out of the depot and headed west out of town.