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CHAPTER THREE

"My God!" exclaimed Karol. "Curt, will you please go take a look at what this child saw over there? I'm taking the girls back to the camper. We certainly can't take a bath with stuff like this going on right here under our noses in broad daylight. The nerve of some people!"

She urged the rather reluctant girls along the path ahead of her while Curt went to check on the scene.

"What did you see?" Kelly asked innocently. She knew very well what her little sister must have been witness to, but she couldn't resist the temptation to have a little fun with her mother.

Karol gave her a sharp look. "Never mind what she saw," she exclaimed. "Certainly nothing fit for a little girl to see."

But Lilly had already started to answer, "Well, this man was fooling around with…"

"Just keep it to yourself," snapped Karol. "It was bad enough you had to see a thing like that, much less give us a blow by blow description of it."

Kelly tittered at her choice of words. Lilly looked up to see her sister and her mother exchange a strange glance between themselves. She felt left out.

"Mommy, what's Kelly laughing about?" she whined.

"Nothing," answered Karol. "She's just a silly girl, that's all – a silly, naughty girl."

Yet Lilly's sharp eyes detected that her mother, also, was doing all she could to hold back laughter. She shrugged her shoulders at the stupid ways of grown-ups and walked on up the path. But she was thinking.

With the womenfolk out of the way, Curt had walked quietly to the spot where Lilly had been standing when she reported her sighting. He peered across the creek and saw a young couple going at it. They obviously had no idea they were being watched. The girl, a cute little redhead in her early twenties, was strip-ass naked on the grass, letting the guy suck her tits. He had his pants down and the girl was displaying absolutely no hesitance whatsoever about touching his hard prick. In fact, she was doing much more than just touch it, Curt noticed, his own cock swelling in his pants. She was slowly slipping the foreskin up and down over his shiny glans in an extremely erotic manner.

Damn, she's a looker, Curt thought to himself, wish to hell I could swap places with him.

Curt knew Karol was expecting him back momentarily but it was all he could do to tear himself away. He headed back to join his family. As he looked over his shoulder for one last glance, the girl had her hair spread all over the guy's lap and was going down on him.

"Damn," he muttered aloud, wishing he could stay and watch.

When he caught up with the others they were almost back to the main road.

"Well, what now?" asked Kelly. "Do we all just stay dirty? I simply can't stand to be like this."

Lilly didn't seem to mind doing without a bath at all. She picked up a rock and sailed it at an oak tree.

Karol was disappointed at being forced to do without their planned bath, but she wasn't so concerned about the bath as about the couple who had caused them to miss out on it. "The very idea," she kept mumbling under her breath.

"Well," Curt said slowly, "it wasn't all that bad, honey. I mean, it isn't as though they were on the sidewalk in front of the library. They thought they were completely hidden away."

"Are you defending them?" said Karol quickly. "I don't care where they are, I don't want my twelve-year-old to be confronted with such things. It's enough to…"

"What about your eighteen-year-old!" posed Lilly. "Is she exempt or something? Is Kelly supposed to get to see it just because she's six years older than me?"

"Certainly not," Karol shot back. "I didn't mean that at all… neither one of you should be exposed to such things. I don't know what's got into this family. Curt's taking up for the pair, Lilly's wanting to make sure she doesn't miss out on it, and Kelly…"

She never finished her sentence, much to Kelly's disappointment. She wondered what her mother would assign as her sin.

"You folks having trouble?" came a voice from the main road.

Karol looked and recognized Jim, the man who had paid her the visit while the others were fishing. He had evidently heard their bickering. She hoped he hadn't heard much. She yelled up and said no, that they had just started to take a bath and had to change their plans.

"Yeah," piped up Lilly, "because I saw…"

Karol slammed her hand over the kid's mouth and finished her sentence for her: "… because she saw the water was too shallow in the creek," she called out.

Jim came down the hill to where they were standing and she made the introductions. He and Curt shook hands. "If that's your problem," Jim said, "then it's solved. The wife and I have a shower in our camper and you're more than welcome to use it."

Kelly's eyes danced. "Mom," she squealed, "a shower. A real shower! Can we… huh, can we go use it?"

They all piled into the back of his pick-up and rode to his camper. He said his wife was at the store and for them to go right ahead and take showers. He opened Curt a cold beer while Curt stood admiring his force-feed water hook-up to the creek.

Jim said he had to go feed his dogs and excused himself. Curt sat waiting in line with Karol and Lilly for the shower. Kelly was already happily singing underneath it and they could all hear her through the closed door.

As she finished and Karol took her place, Curt tired of sitting in the camper and ambled outside. As he rounded the corner he was met by the sight of Jim standing with his eye to a hole in the side of the outer wall and a beefy leer on his face.

Curt was infuriated. He ran up and started to punch Jim right in the nose without even asking questions. He knew damned well he was peeking at the shower.

Jim jumped up, tore his eye away from the eyehole and began making frantic apologies. He was red as a beet. He managed to hold Curt off long enough to keep from getting socked.

"Don't deny it, you bastard," Curt cried. "You were watching my wife take her clothes off, weren't you? And my daughter – I bet you were out here sneaking a peek when she was in there too, weren't you?"

"Now wait a minute, wait a minute," Jim blustered. "I didn't see your daughter at all. I – I admit I was looking at your wife just now. But hell, man, be civilized. Don't you and your wife swing any? All I was doing was looking at her. If you want to, I'll let you come over here and watch my wife. I'll do better than that. I'll let you come over and lay the meat to her if you'll do the same. Haven't you two ever switched off with another couple before?"

The enormity of all the ideas the man was throwing out was enough to simmer Curt down. He batted his eyes a couple of times and stood hesitantly, not sure whether to bash him in the mouth or thank him for his offer. But before he decided, they were interrupted by Jim's wife driving up in her car. She had arrived much earlier than expected and ruined her husband's plan in the process, unwittingly though it was on her part. Curt took one look at her and knew he didn't want any part of her. As soon as Karol finished her shower he dragged her and the girls away from there as quickly as possible without having to go into details with her about his reasons.

On the way back to their camper, Curt still didn't explain in full why he was so anxious to leave but it didn't matter. Lilly was the only one who failed to get her shower and she was glad of it. That night around their campfire he sat drinking beer and thinking how delicious and fragrant Kelly's pussy would be after her nice long shower if he could only think of a way to get his hands on it. It was a weird situation for him. Karol was all hot to trot again and kept rubbing up against him every chance she got and making veiled references to her desires. But it was Kelly that Curt couldn't get his mind off.

Maybe it was just the fact that sinking his cock into his daughter's young cunt was so… so forbidden, as opposed to his wife's more available cunt. He wasn't sure about the reasons. All he knew was that he could hardly stand to be around Kelly without taking a little pinch of her ass or getting a big hard-on from thinking what was waiting for him inside her panties if he could only get at it.

A couple of times when he was sure Karol and Lilly weren't looking, he did manage to cop a few feels. Once he got a nice handful of ass off of her and another time during the evening he took a bigger chance of being seen and got a quick feel of one of her jugs. He almost wished he hadn't, though. It only made him more horny for the real thing. The worst part of it was that he could tell she was dying to have his hands on her as bad as he was wanting to do it. Whenever she got the chance she shot him a glance so hot and sultry it would have melted butter. His prick was so big he began to worry about having Karol notice it… which would be hard to explain later when he begged off fucking her.

That night he told them all they'd be getting up at six o'clock the next morning, so everyone had to go to sleep early. In the privacy of their tent Karol tried to induce him into at least a quickie before going to sleep. But when he claimed they'd never get up in the morning if they indulged, she accepted it without too much ill will.

He sought to lift her spirits. Leaning over toward her cot after they had doused the lantern, he said, "Hell, honey, I don't want to have to hurry when I'm in bed with you. I like it nice and slow so I can take all the time I want underneath those cute little nighties you wear around at home."

That pleased her. She went to sleep peacefully and slept well. It took Curt a little longer. He lay on his back thinking how close he was to the succulent nakedness of his daughter – just a few yards, if it only weren't for… but that was the trouble. Too many ifs.

Kelly lay with her sensuous outline emphasized by the sheet draped loosely over her body. When she was sure Lilly was all the way asleep, she even ventured her hand down between her legs and gave her warm pussy a few love-strokes. At first she was thinking about her dad, but before she dozed off to sleep her mind wandered to Rex. He was her latest boyfriend back home. If only her dad wasn't so strict with her, she would really be interested in seeing a lot of Rex. She smiled to herself. She was sure that he would be interested in seeing a lot of her, too… in more ways than one.

She had never been in a situation yet with him where he had a chance to come onto her. He was awfully good-looking. How would it be, she wondered? She toyed with the moist folds of her pussy as she pictured how he might react to seeing her with her bra off or maybe getting a nice shot up her dress. She'd love to have him see all the curly black hairs that coiled between her legs. She felt her slit getting juicy at the thought.

Rex was always talking about how much he dug her long black hair. If she ever got a chance to show off her real hair to him he'd be certain to think much more of it. She lay on her side with her hand tight between her thighs and her fingers gingerly stimulating her damp sex. Her hips began to rock. She thought about how it would be to have Rex's hands up her dress, to have him feeling around under her blouse for a nice hot handful of titty. Her ass moved back and forth under the sheet with increasing rapidity.

She stuck her face under the top of the sheet and smelled the unmistakable scent of her aroused pussy. She could see her full jugs swollen high and taut-tipped off her chest. Suddenly she wanted to touch more than just her pussy, she wanted to dip her face down and fill her mouth with one of the creamy-smooth tits. She ducked her head under the cover, her fingers still on fire between her legs, and tried to suck one into her mouth. But she couldn't quite bend low enough. Her climax was fast approaching. She wrenched her face sideways and dug her sharp white teeth into her shoulder, whimpering like a baby and jamming her ass back and forth till she came.

Relief! At last she was reveling in the warm glow of the good healthy come she'd been needing so much. Ahhkhh…

But Lilly's voice suddenly broke the spell. "Hey, what's the matter, sis?" she asked, her voice groggy with sleep. "I just woke up. Wasn't that you making all the fuss?"

Kelly's cheeks turned deep crimson in the darkness. To be caught giving yourself the business – and by your little sister! But she said she'd just woken up. If that was really true, then all she could have heard was the noises themselves…

"Oh, it's – it's okay now," she covered. "I… I was having kind of a nightmare, I'm all right now. Go on back to sleep."

Lilly shrugged her slim shoulder, patted her pillow, and gave herself up again to sleep.

Whew… close call, Kelly thought, I sure am glad she and I have our own bedrooms back home. Otherwise she just might hear 'nightmare noises' every once in a while – not to mention the times when Dad gets a chance to sneak into my bedroom and give me a few quick feels or get himself a little pussy-finger.

Relaxed and calm after her self-induced satisfaction, Kelly soon joined her sister in sleep.

The next morning the parents' tent was astir bright and early. But the girls weren't so eager to climb out of the sack. Curt stuck his head in their tent flap and said, "Okay, kids, let's get a move on. We have to get out of here early this morning to miss the freeway rush when we hit town."

He only had his head inside for a moment but it was time enough to exchange winks with Kelly as she gave him a quick look at one of her breasts. There was no time for funny stuff with her so he didn't try to complicate things. But as he left the tent and set about breaking camp, he realized that a picture was stuck in his mind from the brief sighting inside the girls' tent. He remembered how little Lilly had happened to be lying with the sheet partially exposing her upper body, and that her cotton nighty was pulled down over her shoulder on one side. It had revealed a cute little titty of surprising size.

Curt didn't even think of his younger daughter as having anything at all on her chest. But it suddenly occurred to him that it had been quite some time since he'd actually seen the kid naked. During that time, she had evidently developed pretty quickly. For in the place where there used to be nothing but a boy-nipple, there was now a pert swelling as big as a fat strawberry – dark and taut at the tip and with more than a little bit of nice, sweet titty-flesh welling up at the base.

Hmmmm, he thought, remembering his wife's comments about Lilly being ready for her first training bra. I guess Karol was right.

As the future was to tell, this was not the last time Curt had occasion to think of his younger daughter's mammary development.

They were on the road by six-thirty, and on the outskirts of the city by two in the afternoon. When they pulled into the driveway of their house, everyone was ready to head for the comfort of their air-conditioned rooms.

The phone rang before they'd been home a half-hour. It was Rex, Kelly's boyfriend of late. As she took the call in the privacy of her room, Curt complained, "Can you beat that? We're not home five minutes and already that pimply-faced hippie's pestering us."

"Don't exaggerate, dear," Karol reminded him. "We've been home a lot longer than five minutes – and just because he wears his hair a little long, and he has a touch of acne…"

"A little long?" yelled Curt. "Shit, you can't even tell he's got any ears. Next thing to go will be his eyes if he keeps letting it grow like that."

"Well, anyway, you should be proud your daughter's so popular," Karol continued. "The call's for her, not us. Just stay cool and don't get so worked up about it."

"Okay, okay," Curt gave in. "But when I think of that pimply-faced weirdo with his hands on my… on our daughter, it gives me the creeps. Hell, he looks like a girl himself." He smiled, pleased with his joke. "Why doesn't he get himself a boyfriend instead of a girl friend?"

"You're being silly again," chided Karol. "I don't think the length of his hair has anything to do with his sex life. And even if it did – there happens to be people who enjoy making love with their own sex, you know. Whose business is it to anybody but them?"

Curt let the subject drop, but he did think Karol's last comment was a strange one for her to make. For her to defend the boy himself was one thing, for her to bring in the subject of queers and defend them too wasn't like her. Or was it? She'd always been what he'd call a pretty liberal woman. Homosexuals were simply something that didn't ever come up in their conversation. Oh well, fuck it. It wasn't important. He just knew for sure he'd clobber any man that ever reached for his cock. He opened a bottle of beer and turned on the football game while Karol unloaded a few more things from the camper.

Lilly was entertaining herself in her room and Kelly was in hers still talking on the phone to Rex. They were the same age, but she was pretty sure that he hadn't had much experience, even though he was quite good-looking. It gave her a charge to play with his feelings once in a while and have a little fun by acting unperturbed while he fizzled. Sometimes when they were together she'd "accidentally" give him a breath-taking shot up her skirt and act like she didn't even notice it. Or just happen to lean over where she knew he could see almost all the way to one of her nipples. It gave her a kick to see him squirm around with a big hard-on under his pants as he tried to pretend nothing was happening.

She had discovered she could do pretty much the same thing on the telephone. They had already got the routine things out of the way – he had asked her for a date Friday night and she had accepted – so now they were just chatting.

"Just a minute," she excused herself, then dropped the phone to the bed and giggled so he wouldn't hear. After a little bit she got back on the line.

"Sorry," she explained, "but the air conditioner's turned up a little too high. I had to throw something over me to keep from freezing."

"Oh yeah," he responded. "But aren't you… dressed?"

"Oh, you know how girls run around when they're just by themselves in their own bedrooms," she said nonchalantly.

"Oh," he said, "you mean a robe… a housecoat of some kind?" His voice sounded a bit odd.

"No, silly," she giggled. "I said in my bedroom, not out at the breakfast table with the family. That's the only place I wear things like a robe or housecoat."

"But you were cold," he said. "You just now put something else on to keep warm, you said. What was that?"

"Oh, I just tossed one of my nighties over my shoulders," she said. "I'm sitting on my bed so there was one handy."

"A… a nighty? That's all you put on?" he asked, excitement rising in his voice. "Then – then what were you wearing before… what did you have on when I first called you?"

"When the phone rang I just had my bra and panties on," she blandly told him. "You know, I was just tripping around in my bedroom so that's all I need."

"Your… uh… bra and panties," he rasped. "You're just sitting there on the bed in your bra and panties right now with a nighty tossed over your shoulders?"

"Sure," she calmly told him. "What's so funny about that? That's what most girls wear in their bedrooms." She giggled. "I mean it's not like I was out in public, Rex!"

"No… no, I didn't mean that," he said. His voice was deep and shaky and his words were coming slower. "Listen, what… what do they look like – I mean what kind of bra and panties you got on? What color are they?"

"Huh?" she said, feigning surprise that such routine details would interest him. "Oh, just a plain old blue bra and a regular little pair of bikini panties," she innocently responded.

"Oh," he said, his voice vibrating, "is… is that what you're wearing now under the nighty?" She could hear another sound, too, a rhythmic sort of slapping faint in the background.

"Sure, why?" she commented guilelessly.

"Listen," he said, his voice rushing, "I… I have to go. Mom's calling me. I… I'll see you Friday night."

She heard the receiver slick into its cradle and then rolled over on her back laughing like a loon. Actually she was fully dressed, just as she had walked in from the camper. She had only told him all that to get him all hot and bothered.

"I know damn well he was giving himself a hand job," she said softly to herself. She smiled to herself as she thought of what some of her goody-goody girl friends would think of hearing her use such dirty words, not to mention what their reaction would be to what she had just done on the telephone with her sexy voice.

Such girls tried to pretend things like hand jobs didn't exist even for boys, much less for girls. On the other hand, Kelly had a few friends from her high school days – just a few months past, after all – who knew the score and weren't afraid to admit it. They were only too aware of such activities as putting their hands on a boy's nice fat cock and giving a hot little session of fingering, because they had done it. Kelly knew they had because she had talked about it a few times. Both Jeannie and Pam had admitted doing it more than once. They said they had done it to give their boyfriends the relief they knew they needed without having to flop down in the back seat and spread their legs for them. And once when she and Pam had been talking about especially intimate things, Pam had even confessed to giving herself a hand job. Kelly remembered how glad Pam was when she admitted that she also did it once in a while. Pam had thought maybe girls weren't as bad as boys about masturbating themselves, and that she was especially naughty for doing it.

Kelly slipped out of her clothes and headed toward the shower, her fine twin firmnesses jouncing solidly as she walked. She was still thinking about sex. There were things she could share with girls like Pam and Jeannie, but even with them she knew she could never come clean about one of her biggest secrets – how she let her own father fuck her, and how she'd been laying for him for three years. She stepped into the shower and felt the wonderfully welcome water wash the grime of the long car trip from her body. As for the rest of her secrets… well, there were a few things her father didn't know, too, even though he thought he was her closest confidante. She turned her wet nakedness front wards so the hot fountain coursed over her plump tits and on down to the jungle-thick curls of her pouting crotch. And what her father didn't know, she was certainly never going to tell him, she continued to mull over in her mind. Not a chance! It was too groovy having things the way they were and Kelly definitely wanted to keep them that way.

As she dried herself off she thought of her girl friends with all their dumb dates… boys only a few years older at most – rank amateurs compared to where she got her loving from. It was funny that she had never given in and let Rex have a little pussy, though. She grinned mischievously to herself as she powdered her smooth nakedness before her mirror. Maybe she'd just do that little thing sometime before too long. As big a reason as any for holding out so long from Rex, of course, was her father's jealousy and the way he controlled her dating so strictly. But there were ways, if she wanted to bad enough.

She glanced at herself as she slipped into her silk panties and jeans. She knew darned well that Rex sure would love to see her that way, all smooth and naked and getting into her clothes – even if he was a little shy for a guy his age. She got into a shirt, leaving her tits comfortably bare beneath it, and kept thinking of Rex. Maybe she'd give him a little tease-job before long and see how he took it.

As she left her bedroom to join the others, she almost stumbled over Lilly on the floor outside her door.

"And just what are you doing here?" she demanded.

Lilly shrugged thin shoulders. "Don't get steamed up," she replied impertinently. "I wasn't listening to your dumb old telephone conversation if that's what you're worried about. I'm just sitting here while I whittle me a whistle out of this stick. See?"

She held up her handiwork.

"Well, you better not have been," Kelly retorted, going on into the living room.

As she went out on the front porch she thought to herself, Hey, wait a minute, how did the little brat know I was even on the phone at all if she wasn't eavesdropping? I had my door closed. Oh well, even if she was she probably couldn't make out anything I was saying – if she could, she sure got an earful, that's for sure!

She mused that just maybe, her little tomboy sister was starting to finally get old enough to be interested in something besides softball and climbing trees. When Kelly had been her age, she remembered, she was already plenty interested in boys and doing all she could to find out what the score was. But then maybe she was more mature at that age. Her breasts had developed early, she remembered, and had certainly been bigger than the barely visible little titties on Lilly's chest. Perhaps her mind had been equally precocious, and that accounted for the difference in them.

Her parents were obviously gone, she noted. They were probably off in the bedroom. Kelly felt a touch of jealousy at the thought of them alone in there. They were probably locked in each other's arms and really going at it.

Curt always claimed that he liked burying his big cock in her "juicy little snatch", as he often called it, much better than doing it with her mother. That made Kelly feel awfully good when he said it, but she had a sneaking suspicion he enjoyed fucking Karol a lot more than he let on. Oh well, it didn't make any difference, really, Kelly tried to tell herself. After all, her mother was an awfully good looking woman for her age – still pretty young at that. Why shouldn't her father get a big thrill from it? Even if he lied about it so Kelly would still continue to open up her sweet young cunt for him whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Kelly sat in the porch swing, idly buffing her nails, as she thought about what was probably going on in their bedroom. Maybe she would just figure out a way to have a scene with Rex sooner than she had even planned. Or, for that matter, why limit it to him? Even though he was handsome, and had more or less been her boyfriend for several months, he was awfully slow when it came to sex. Maybe one of the other guys who liked her would be better. Like David, Jeannie's groovy boyfriend. She knew he liked her from the way she had seen him looking at her. Was Jeannie too good a friend to have that happen, though?

Kelly stretched her long legs languorously across the porch swing and thought of his hard, football-hardened muscles and his confident, aggressive manner. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her conscience a bit to make a little play for David in spite of Jeannie. Heck, Jeannie would probably do the same thing to her if she had the chance. And it wasn't like she wanted to permanently take him away from Jeannie or anything like that. Kelly grinned to herself. All she wanted from David was just to get him alone and then let nature take its course. If he grooved on her as much as his eyes seemed to imply, then things might get pretty hot. And if it happened that he didn't, no sweat. Kelly lay down the fingernail buffer and let her hand pass gently over the curve of her bulging shirt. She had a good idea David would definitely be pleased by what was under there… especially if she let him do more than just look.

Inside in the house, Lilly finished making her whistle and gave it a couple of experimental toots. Its sound went all through the house and emphasized how quiet things were.

"Jeez," she said under her breath, "where's everybody at, I wonder? Sure is quiet in here."

She went to the window and saw Kelly lounging in the porch swing, then headed for her parents' master bedroom. The door was locked. Little Lilly cocked her head before it in surprise. Sometimes at night they locked that door, but she couldn't remember them doing it in the daytime. She glanced behind her to make sure that Kelly was still safely occupied, then pressed her ear to the keyhole.

"No sugar," she heard her father saying, "I want it, too. I'm just afraid it's a little ballsy of us to do it here in the daytime with the girls home. At night it's different. They're in their own bedrooms and we don't have to worry about them hearing anything."

Lilly became extremely interested. What is it they don't want me to hear? she wondered. Heck, I'm gonna do better than that – I'm gonna look and see what it is.

She dropped her knees to the floor, pulling her ear from the keyhole and putting her eye there in its place. There before her astonished gaze was her father and mother on the bed together. She had his pants off and was cramming her hand into his shorts!