Brad Harris

Naughty little sister

CHAPTER ONE

Karen stalked into her room and flipped the light on. Damn her sister anyway! She was old enough! She was, whatever Anne or Brad might think. She had been old enough for the guys to keep staring at her all last year at school. She was old enough for Roger Moore, the boy who worked on their estate, to watch her when she went out to the swimming pool. He watched her just as intensely as he watched Anne.

The compact little blonde stood in front of her mirror. She sure had big enough tits. Karen took a deep breath and sucked in her tummy, watching the way her breasts lunged against the thin blouse. Not old enough! She wore a larger bra size than her older sister. Shit, she wore as large a bra as any girl in school, except maybe for some of the fat girls. She wore a big bra and still had a tiny waist.

She had nice legs, too. They might not show inside her jeans, but she had a hell of a pair of legs. The maid smiled the other day and commented on those thighs. Nina said that she had the sweetest thighs she'd ever seen. Karen knew that she was old enough in between those thighs, too. She'd had hair down there since she was twelve. Now, at fifteen, her cunt hair had grown thick and silky. Her pussy was certainly capable of having some boy shove his cock into it. Yes, she was old enough to have gone with her brother and sister tonight.

Her mom and dad were off at a party. Karen suspected that they did more than play bridge at those parties. The kids at school claimed that her parents were members of a swinging crowd. The way some of the men were always looking down the tops of women's dresses, the wives of other men, she figured that at a party they would do more than just look.

Brad and Anne had left in the other car, going to a party of their own. Whatever Karen suspected about her parents' parties, she knew what went on at the gatherings of the older kids. There would be a little booze and a lot of pot. There would be more fucking than anything else, though. Anne was going there to sit around and get stoned. She was going there to get laid.

Damn them, anyway! They could have taken her with them. Shit, some of the boys would have jumped at the chance to screw her. Not old enough, hell! She was old enough for the truck drivers to blow their horns and beat on the sides of their cabs when they passed her along the street. She was old enough for some of those same boys who'd be at the party to whistle and make all sort of comments when they passed her at the shopping center. How old did a girl have to be? If she had a pussy and an inclination, wasn't that old enough?

Karen sulked in her room, ready to switch out the lights overhead and stretch across her bed to read by the lamp on the table. She felt terribly alone tonight. Even Nina was out getting some. The maid had left just after she finished cleaning the dinner dishes. Karen saw the man come for her, saw the way his hand cupped her tits as they walked to his car.

Everybody was fucking except her! It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. Damn them, anyway! She was the only one left behind.

Karen sat up from the bed. No! She wasn't the only one. Roger was still here. The young man's car had been parked behind the garage earlier. She hadn't heard the sound of its motor. Roger was over there in his small apartment above the garage. Karen was sure he knew she was in her room. Brad had warned her several times about keeping her drapes drawn when she undressed at night. Roger, he told her, could see directly into the window. He implied that the boy tried to see, that Roger watched in the hopes of seeing her or Anne.

The little blonde switched the overhead lights back on. She turned her bedside lamps on. If Roger wanted to see her, she would be happy to oblige. Maybe if he got a good look at her, he wouldn't be so shy around her. Damn him, he kept dropping his eyes every time she tried to talk to him. She would catch him eyeing her body from a distance. Hell, every time she went out to the pool, he managed to find some job close to the patio. But he wouldn't do anything more. When she called to him, he'd answer, hang his head, and then leave.