'Okay, see you tomorrow. Try to get some rest.' She said it so solemnly that they both burst out laughing. He slapped her ass as she went by and she ran upstairs.
A few minutes later, Sue and Judy came in, Judy with her towel wrapped around her so she wouldn't drip on the floor. Sue said, 'I sort of promised Turner I'd see him tonight. I could cancel if-' She blushed.
'No, go out with him. I don't want to upset any plans.' He smiled to show her he meant it and really wanted her to see her friends. What had happened between them was something special and great, but neither of them could let it become his or her whole life.
'How about dinner? I'll tell Conchita. Anything special you want?'
He shrugged. 'Anything.'
She nodded and left, walking down the hall toward the kitchen. Judy was still standing by the door; now she moved past him, glancing at him but saying nothing. She was a strange child, very different from her sisters in most respects. She seemed even shyer than Sue, quiet. Yet there was a certain boldness in her eyes that reminded him of Sally.
'Did you have fun at camp?' he asked her.
She nodded. 'Yes, it wasn't bad. I like the mountains.'
'That where you were?'
She nodded-again. 'Two weeks. I'm glad to be home in a way.'
'You get homesick?'
She shrugged looking at him without smiling. 'I have to get dressed. See you.'
He watched her cross the hall and climb the stairs. She would be a beauty, like her sister. Which one of them would she favor in development? A fast bloomer like Sally, with full heavy breasts at an early age? Or slower like Sue, but very promising? He was surprised but not shocked at his line of thinking. He was wondering what Judy would look like undressed. He found himself with more than an idle curiosity. His initiation into the rites of girl-loving had brought about an awakening he'd never dreamed existed. It pleased him, thrilled him, and the mere thought of knowing another nude young ' body was tempting. She was just a child, and of course he wouldn't do anything about his curiosity. Speculation, pure speculation.
He walked to the bar and fixed himself a drink and carried it upstairs with him as he went to dress.
Chapter 11
The three of them ate steak and salad dinners in the small kitchenette off the huge cooking area where Conchita prepared the food. Edythe and Sally had both left, and Jeff and the two other girls enjoyed their meal in near silence. For awhile, Sue got her younger sister talking about what she'd done at camp, and Judy had emerged from her shell to talk with enthusiasm about her adventures. Jeff listened and made a few comments from time to time or asked questions.
Soon after dinner, Sue grabbed a sweater and ran out when a car honked in the driveway. Jeff glimpsed the gawky Turner Bukner as the blue Fiat rolled down the driveway. Conchita came from the rear recesses of the house, dressed now in a yellow cotton skirt and white blouse and sandals.
'Anything, senior, before I leave? This is my night off.'
'No, thanks, just fine.'
She bobbed and hurried out. He watched at the window as she walked down the long driveway. Was someone picking her up?
He turned back to the quiet living room and picked up a magazine, settling into one of the gold and blue patterned armchairs to read. The house was quiet. He supposed Judy was up in her room; he hadn't seen her since dinner.
He turned the pages listlessly, not really reading or even being able to keep his attention on the articles. He found himself straining and listening for sounds upstairs. He wanted to know what she was doing, where she was.
The room grew dim in the lengthening shadows as the sun went down beyond the ridge of hill surrounding the house. Jeff dropped the magazine and walked to the window to stare out. What was Judy doing?
The thought tempted and tantalized him. He knew it was crazy, wild, and dangerous to let his mind run along the path it was taking, but he seemed unable to halt it. It was one thing to have the twins come to him, almost begging for it, but to approach their kid sister was something else again. No matter how much he wanted to.
You've had all the screwing you need for one day, he told himself. He stared at the dark fringe of trees that bordered the drive. He and Judy were alone in the house. Christ, he could at least talk to her, check on her and make sure she was all right.
Pacified with the weak excuse, he walked through the dark house and went upstairs. There were no lights in the hall and he didn't flip the switch. Somehow, the cover of darkness soothed his thoughts and conscience.
He'd seen the door just to the left of the stairs open and close when Judy went up earlier. Now he knocked softly on the door, holding his breath as Vie listened for an answer.
For a moment, he thought maybe she'd gone out and he hadn't noticed. The house seemed very quiet. Then there was a whisper of sound and the door opened.
Judy stared at him, the same solemn expression on her face. Jeff smiled awkwardly.
'Hi, busy?'
'No, just sitting.'
'Not much of a homecoming for you. First night back and everyone takes off for parts unknown.'
'I'm used to it.'
'Oh? You spend a lot of time alone.'
'Yeah. I don't mind though. I have plenty to do.'
'Am I bothering you? I just-'
'No, it's okay, I wasn't doing anything, honest.' She opened the door and invited him in.
The room was pleasant, a mixture of child and growing girl, with stuffed animals on chests and the bed, pennants on the wall and a bulletin board full of pictures of faces that were vaguely familiar.
Rock stars?
She watched him sit on the small love seat that stood near the window. It was that or the bed, or the chair tucked under the desk in the corner. The soft light of the room softened the shadows on the child's face and she looked less solemn.
'Come here,' he said to her.
She walked to him, not the least bit self-conscious, and sat on his lap when he put his hand out to her.
There was a thick lump in his throat and his pulse quickened. 'Tell me about camp. Do yon wish you were still there?'
'Not really. I like coming home. School will be starting soon.'
'You like school?'
'Sure. Lots to do.' She wiggled to a more comfortable position, and Jeff felt the weight of her body press against his cock. The damned thing began to stir in hope.
He laid his hand on her thigh. She was still wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. What was beneath them? A bra? No, he didn't think so. He couldn't tell for sure but there was a looseness to her movements that belied any tight undergarments. That excited him. Her tiny young tits would be warm and soft to touch. Her vulva would be soft and downy, unmarred by pubic hair except in its very earliest stages. The lump in his throat began to swell and he cleared it noisily.
'You got a boyfriend?'
'Naw. Boys are pretty dumb.'
A child. 'What about men-uncles?'
She looked at him and smiled one of her rare, delightful smiles. 'They're okay, at least you are. I like you.'
'We hardly know each other.'
