Kathy Andrews
Eager little sister

CHAPTER ONE

Judy Stone stood on the second floor landing, looking down over the crowd of boys and girls as they ate lunch.

It was a lovely, warm spring day, and most of the students chose to eat outside in the student center. Somehow, Judy was not hungry, and her lunch remained in her locker. She had not been very hungry the past few days. Her mind had been and still was on other things, more exciting things.

Beneath her were two boys, two boys she had seen only a few days ago. She knew them, of course. One of them she knew very, very well. Their names were Robert Mason and Rick. Rick was Judy's brother. He was only a year older than her, but always seemed to know so much more. Not that he was wise or anything like that. He just seemed to know the answers to things she didn't.

Judy idolized Rick. She loved him deeply and there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. Fortunately, her brother never took advantage of her worship. That is, he didn't in some derogatory manner. He had always treated her nicely, never arguing with her. And Judy was somewhat jealous of his popularity with girls.

She had always been jealous of him, wanting him to herself, but she knew that that could never be. She wondered about her feelings for him often, and she felt it could be wrong. But wrong or not, she could not deny her feelings. All she could do was conceal them.

Judy did not know Rick and Robert, his best friend, were underneath the stairs where she stood. And she was not really seeing the boys and girls below. Her eyes were open, but they held a vacant expression. It was what was in her mind that caused this vacant expression.

Not quite a week ago, after school was out, she had almost stumbled upon Robert and Rick as she walked past the dumpsters in the back of the school grounds. She had not seen them in the beginning, only heard voices. At first the voices made no sense to her, then a few words came loud and clear.

"…pussy," she heard.

For a moment, startled, she didn't under stand. The next word she heard caused her to gasp with full understanding. Fucking!

Judy stopped in her tracks. A warm flush spread over her face, a flush of embarrassment. She glanced about but saw no one. Wondering where the voice came from, she glanced at the trash receptacles. They were pulled perhaps three or four feet away from the wall of the building, and garbled whispers came from that direction.

Stepping closer, she strained her ears.

"Do you really like to touch me?" she heard a feminine voice say.

The reply was a simple grunt.

Curious, with a strange excitement bubbling inside her slender body, Judy moved close enough to peer around the edge of a container. Her breath caught, and she shoved a small fist to her mouth to choke back the startled gasp.

Leaning against the wall of the building was a girl she knew slightly. The girl was about her age, perhaps a few months younger. Her name was Susan. She was a very pretty little girl, with golden hair that was usually worn in twin ponytails. However, the girl had always seemed extremely shy with others. Right now, though, she wasn't at all shy.

Susan was leaning against the building, holding her skirt about her waist. She was looking down, her hips arched forward with her weight braced by her shoulders. Her feet were perhaps a foot and a half apart. Judy noticed the expression on Susan's face; it was one of intense excitement.

There were two pairs of hands feeling Susan's golden, smooth thighs. Judy could not see who the hands belonged to. With choking amazement, Judy saw one of those hands pull the crotch of Susan's panties to one side, and she stared, almost fascinated, at the almost hairless little pussy of the girl.

"See," a boy's voice came to Judy. "I told you she had hair on her pussy."

Judy looked at Susan's cunt, and then she saw the sparse hairs. They were so golden they were almost invisible.

"I bet your sister don't have hair on her pussy," the first voice said.

"Wanna bet?"

Judy's breath sucked in and her eyes popped wide. The voice was very familiar to her, and she leaned farther to peer around the container.

It was her brother!

Judy's first instinct had been to run, to get away before they caught her spying on them. But then the first boy – still out of Judy's sight – said: "Touch her Susan won't care if you feel it."

Judy heard her brother ask: "Can I, Susan? Can, I touch it?"

"Sure," Susan said, then giggled shyly. "I don't mind."

Judy watched her brother move a finger up and down the slightly puffy lips of Susan's pussy. There was a sudden response between her own slim thighs, a tingling sort of feeling that made her want to touch herself there. She had experienced the same feeling before, but not so strong.

She gasped as her brother's finger moved up and down the slit of Susan's cunt. She heard Susan giggle childishly, and she also saw the perceptible movement of the girl's hips.

"Let's take her panties down," Rick said, his voice strange to Judy. "Let's take her panties down, Robert."

Now Judy knew who the other boy was. Robert and Rick had been close friends for two or three years now, always together.

She watched them pull Susan's panties down, letting them dangle at her spread knees. Susan continued to maintain her posture, her hips arched forward, sweet pussy fully exposed to the two boys. The tingling sensation between Judy's thighs became very strong, and she pressed her legs together, but that only made it burn hotter than ever.

Susan giggled often, her eyes watching the boy's hands as they touched her twat. Now and then she wiggled as if they were tickling her. Judy could almost feel their fingers between her own thighs.

"I want…" she heard Susan stammering with shyness in her voice. "Wanna feel better. I like it."

"I know what you want, Susan," Robert said, giving a low laugh. "You want me to do it or Rick?"

"Let Rick do it," Susan said, her face turning crimson. "I want Rick to do it. You done it before, Robert."

"What's she talking about?" Rick asked.

"She wants you to stick your finger in her pussy," Robert replied. "Go ahead… she likes a finger in there."

"Are you sure?" Rick asked, doubtful. "She looks kinda little to me."

"Aw, she likes it, Rick," Robert urged. "I've had my finger up her pussy lots of times. Go on… put your finger in."

Judy could hardly breathe. She was doing everything in her power to keep from dancing about. The sensation between her thighs was making her mind reel. There was a very powerful pulsation there, a throbbing feeling that was not only deep inside but also around the whole area of her crotch. It seemed to radiate outward, spreading to her shaking thighs and the cheeks of her tight, sweet little ass.

She watched her brother poke tentatively at Susan's pussy, then his finger was gone. It seemed to have simply disappeared inside the girl's pussy all the way to his knuckles.

"It sure is wet and hot," she heard her brother say in his strange voice. "Tight, too."

When Rick pulled his finger free, Judy saw the lips of Susan's cunt clinging to it, then it was out. His finger glistened wetly.

"She sure is pretty there," she heard him say. "I've never seen anything so pretty before."

Then Rick did something that caused Judy to almost fall backwards.

Rick, without a word, suddenly darted his face forward and kissed Susan's cunt.

"Oooo!" Susan giggled. "That was nice. Rick. Kiss me again… there."

Rick pursed his lips and pressed them to the golden-haired twat, kissing it longer this time. When he drew back, there was the loud smacking sound of his kiss.

"Hey, that was okay!" Robert said. "I never thought about that before."

"I just wanted to kiss her," Rick said, suddenly embarrassed at what he had so impulsively done. "I don't know… I just wanted to."

As though Rick had one-upped him, Robert said: "Watch this."

Judy saw him fumbling at the front of his pants, then his cock was out. Judy stared at his prick with huge eyes. Until now all she knew of a cock was that it was long and became hard when a boy was excited. She had certainly never seen one. She was fascinated by Robert's cock. The thickness of it surprised her, and the head was so swollen she thought it must be very painful.

"Pump it, Susan," he said, taking the girl's wrist and placing her hand on his prick.

Susan wrapped her fingers about Robert's cock and began to jerk back and forth. Judy's legs trembled and she felt very weak. There was a noticeable itch in the palms of her hands, and she fought off the almost overwhelming urge to join them, to feel that big cock herself.

"Take your cock out, too," Robert said, puffing a bit. "Take yours out and let her jack you, too."

"Aw, she don't wanna touch mine," Rick said.

"Yes I do," Susan giggled, her fist working on Robert's cock a little faster. "I want to touch yours. Come on, Rick… you touched mine. It's only fair."

"Well…"

Judy watched her brother pull his cock from his pants. She gazed at it, then at Robert's. She decided then and there that Rick's cock was the prettiest, the biggest and hardest. It wasn't, of course, but he was her brother and she wanted him to be the best of all at everything.

Susan reached out and took Rick's prick in her other hand and began to stroke on it. Judy watched with enormous eyes. Susan was pumping on both hard cocks, and it appeared as if she were enjoying it. She listened to the two boys grunt and moan, and now she could not stop herself from pressing a small fist into her crotch. The burning sensation was ever so delicious now.

"Oh, I don't know if I can…" she heard Robert grunt in a thick voice. "I don't know if I… oh, shit! I gotta…"

Judy saw the white cum spurt from the tip of his cock, and before she could see where it went, there was another one. Now she saw that the stuff was splashing onto Susan's smooth thigh. She also saw that her little fist was jerking faster.

"Ooohh, damn!"

It was Rick's voice, but Judy didn't lift her eyes to his face. She had never heard her brother use such words before. She was anticipating what he would do. She hoped he would squirt stuff from his cock the way Robert did, only more so.

Susan pumped faster on his cock, still hanging on to the cock of Robert. White globs flew from the head of Rick's prick, and then he spurted fast and furious. Judy did not see where the jism landed; her eyes were hot on the flare of his piss-hole.

"That was better than doing it myself," she heard her brother saying.

"Susan does it for me all the time," Robert bragged. "I never have to jack myself off."

Judy found the strength to move away, to walk on home. As she walked, she thought of what she had seen, the things she had heard. There was something very exciting about this, something that seemed to get inside her.

Many people turned to look at the girl as she walked slowly, deep in thought.

Judy was a small girl, with an extremely beautiful face. Her face was almost painfully sweet, pure with innocence. It was the kind of face people wanted to reach out to, to cuddle and take care of. Everything she wore emphasized her beauty. That day she had worn a pleated skirt and white blouse. The white blouse was not tight, but her nipples could be seen. The pleated skirt bounced gaily as she walked, her little ass writhing in a natural manner of graceful, fluid motion.

Judy had coppery-red hair, a color that glowed and glistened in the light. Normally, a girl with that hair coloring would be fair of complexion, but Judy was tanned lightly. There was not a blemish on her smooth flesh anywhere. Despite her small size, she was perfectly developed, flawlessly shaped.

Her brother Rick, only a year older, towered a full head over Judy. But she liked that.

Judy had large brown eyes, eyes that sparkled with youthful excitement, the sheer pleasure of living. She had a habit of glancing at people in such a way many considered seductive. But with her sweet face, it was not interpreted that way. Her nose was small, and her mouth full and lips moist. They were soft lips, like velvet.

Now, standing on the second-floor landing at school, looking out at the throng of students, she was once more remembering that day. She had felt herself jealous of Susan, jealous that Rick had touched her between the thighs, jealous because the girl had jacked Rick off… and not her.

Judy didn't want any girl touching her brother, not that way. If Rick wanted that – needed it – she would be more than happy to help him. But she didn't know how to go about letting him know. She considered simply and boldly telling him what she had seen, then bluntly saying she would let him touch her, that she would make his cock spurt. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

What Judy didn't know was that as she stood on the landing above Rick and Robert, the two boys were looking up. They were discussing her as they looked up her dress. If she had been aware of this, quite possibly she would have run off blushing.

What the boys were looking at was Judy's sweet smooth thighs, the way her ass swelled out and the tight fit of her panties. Since she was standing with her feet slightly apart and one knee hooked between the railings of the banister, they could also see the crotch of her panties. She had worn a pair of white panties today, and the material did not conceal the very small dark shadow of her scant cunt-hair. Also, her pussy made a tantalizing lump in the crotch of her panties.

The boys were talking about wanting to look at and feel her, the way Rick had done with Susan.

As she stood there, unaware that they were talking about her, looking up under her dress, it suddenly came to Judy who Susan was.

Susan was Robert's sister!

For the rest of the afternoon, Judy was on pins and needles. Knowing that Susan and Robert were brother and sister, she felt she could now devise some method to let her own brother know she was available for lewd things. She felt a relief, a relief that had been hanging over her since that day, yet not quite enveloping her.

After school she ran home, knowing her parents would not be there. Both of them had jobs, and often they didn't come home until seven or eight at night. If they were going to be later, they always called.

Now, she thought as she burst into the house, if only Rick will come home instead of hanging out at school the way he did much of the time.

With anticipation bubbling hotly inside her exquisite body, Judy ran a hot bath. She washed herself. After toweling dry, she placed perfume in strategic areas of her body. She had never used perfume before, but she wanted her brother to be attracted to her. Somehow, she managed to keep from overdoing it. She dressed in a becoming dress, discarding the idea of shorts. Instinctively, without any knowledge of how to be seductive, Judy managed to convey her availability to Rick anyway.

She heard him as he entered the house, and her heart leaped inside her chest. With a lump in her throat, she went out to meet him.

"Decided to come home for a change," she said, her voice odd, and she had to struggle to keep a tremor out of it.

Robert glanced at his sister. "Anything wrong with that?"

Judy glanced down at the floor, shy. She had not intended to sound bossy. That was the last thing she wanted to sound like at this moment. Rick saw her crestfallen expression.

"Aw, don't get mad, Judy," he said.

"I'm not mad, Rick."

"You look nice," he said.

Judy brightened, lifting her eyes. She clamped her hands behind her and swayed her hips childishly. "Do you really think so?"

"Like the man said… good enough to eat."

With a laugh, she skipped to him, stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. She had not kissed her brother in years, and now she was glad she had done it.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"You're the best brother in the whole big world!" Judy smiled at him. "I've got the best brother of all!"

For a moment Rick didn't say anything. He just looked at his sister. He was looking at her as if he had never seen her before. "You're different," he said.

"How am I different?" she countered, looking down shyly.

"Well you smell good, for one thing," he said, peering at her. "You look different, too. I don't know how different, but different. Aw, you know what I mean, Judy."

"Do you like me?" she asked in a shy voice, looking at him from lowered lashes.

"Sure, I like you. You're my sister, aren't you?"

"I don't mean that way," she pouted. "Do you like me better than any other girl in the whole world?"

"How am I supposed to like you?"

"Well…" She shuffled one foot on the carpet. "I don't know. I just kinda thought… well, that you liked me better than other girls."

"You're acting funny, Judy," Rick said.

"Is something wrong with you?"

"No," she said, then in a whisper: "Yes, there is something wrong with me."

"You better tell the folks," he said. "You might have to see a doctor."

"I can't tell them what's wrong with me," she replied. "And I certainly don't need to see any damned old doctor."

Rick's eyes widened. "Did I hear you say 'damned'?"

Judy placed her hands on her hips and stamped her small foot. "Yes, you did, Rick Stone! I said damn… damn, damn! I'll say it again, too!"

"What's wrong with you?" he asked again.

"Why don't you open your damned old eyes and take a damned good look, damn you!" she shouted at him.

"You're dingy," Rick said. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about pussy… and fuck and… cock… and…" Her voice trailed off and she blushed a deep red. But her eyes continued to glare at her brother. Rick stood there, mystified and surprised to hear the words his sister was shouting at him.

"Yes!" she said, her courage taking hold again. "I said cock and pussy and fuck and fuck you!"

She whirled and fled from the room, going to her bedroom and flinging herself facedown onto the bed, tears in her eyes.