'No words needed. We have had a nice morning and no one was harmed. Goodbye for now,' she replied. She kissed his cheek lightly and opened the front door.
Martin stepped out into the morning sun and headed for his car. His mind was buzzing and his body was satiated.
CHAPTER THREE
Kathy pulled the cotton panties up over her narrow girlish hips and slipped into her robe. The bathroom was warm and humid from her shower. She stepped quickly into the hall and peeked into her parents' bedroom. Her mother was asleep, fully clothed, on the bed. Her father was still at the church meeting. She turned aside and entered her own bedroom.
The evening was almost as warm as the bathroom had been. Kathy slid the robe off her shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. She paused before the full-length mirror and looked at the reflection of her nearly nude adolescent body. Her budding breasts were tiny hills under her small nipples. Her tummy still had a little bulge of baby fat. Her hips were slim and her ass just beginning to round out. She struck several poses, shaking her head and clucking to herself with disappointment.
She ran her small hands up her sides and over her chest. Her fingers brushed the hard little knobs of her nipples and a tingle ran through her. Goosebumps popped up on her skin. She shivered and brushed her fingertips over the sensitive buttons. She sighed softly and let them flick slowly back and forth over them. She bit her lip against the sensation. Between her legs seemed to suddenly itch. She squeezed her thighs together, grinding the pouting lips together between them.
She plucked at her nipples, watching in the mirror. Her small pussy flexed again and again as she squeezed her thighs together. The itch inside her panties was getting unbearable. One small hand slid from her nipple and dropped down across her belly. Timidly, she stroked the slight indention in the front of the cotton cloth. Her fingertip pressed lightly into it and touched the little knob hidden between the firm lips. Her hips jerked and she gasped as the intense sensation shot through her.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were drooping. Her small mouth opened and her breath quickened. In the back of her mind, something worked hard at telling her that she was doing wrong, but her body subdued the objection. The feelings that were surging through her were too pleasant to stop.
Her finger probed deeper into the cleft between her small thighs. She rubbed and teased the little knob of her clit. Her thighs parted, her knees bending slightly. Her other hand rubbed and pinched at her nipples. Her breathing was ragged and raspy. Her hips began to flex, hunching a little.
'Do you do that, too?' a voice asked from behind the girl.
Kathy froze and jerked her head around quickly. Her sister, Beth stood in the doorway, clad in her robe. The younger girl's face was repeating the question that she had just asked. For a moment Kathy stared. She let her hands slide away from her body and turned to face her sister. She licked her dry lips and looked away in embarrassment.
'What do you mean?' Kathy's voice was husky and a little choked.
'I thought I was the only one around here who played with herself,' she replied, a little embarrassed, also.
Kathy stepped back to her bed and let her legs fold under her as she sat down. 'Do you do it, too?' she asked.
'Umm yah. Feels good, doesn't it?' Beth replied. She crossed to the bed and dropped onto it, facing the older girl.
'Yeah. Sometimes too good. How long have you been doing it?'
'I don't really know. About as long as I can remember. Before I even went to school, I use to do it at night after I went to bed.' The girl's large eyes looked back at Kathy as she talked. 'It sure is hot, tonight.' She opened the robe and let it hang. Kathy saw that she was clad in just her panties under it.
'How long had you been watching?' Kathy asked.
'Just a couple of minutes. I had come to ask you something and when I saw what you were doing, I couldn't help but be quiet and watch. I guess it was curiosity.'
Kathy was assessing the girl's body. Her chest was still flat although her nipples were rigid. Kathy wondered if her sister had been playing with herself before she had come to her room. Beth's belly was a little rounder with baby fat. She sat cross-legged, her thighs wide open. Kathy could see the bulge of her little mound and she was sure that she could see the indentation in the band of cloth between them that indicated her little slit.
'Your titties are getting bigger,' the girl said suddenly.
Kathy blushed and glanced down at the mere buds of breasts on her chest. 'Not really,' she mumbled.
'Better than mine.' Beth touched one, of her own nipples.
'They'll grow,' Kathy assured her. 'Have you got any hair?'
'A little. It's still blonde and fuzzy,' Kathy confided, relaxing a little.
'I've barely got any fuzz.' The younger girl made a slight pouting expression to accent her words.
'How, how do you do it?' Kathy asked on impulse.
'About the same way you do, only I lay down. It's uncomfortable standing up.'
'I don't normally stand up. I just happened to be looking at myself and got started. Do you rub on the outside of your panties or inside?' Kathy leaned a little closer and lowered her voice.
'Inside. Feels so much better that way,' Beth replied. 'Does yours get all wet and slippery?'
'Sometimes. At first I thought I had wet my pants.' Kathy giggled a little as she revealed the fact.
'Me, too.' Beth joined her giggling.
'What do you think about while you do it?'
'I don't know,' Beth paused to think. 'Different things.'
'Anything in particular,' Kathy pursued.
'Oh, rock singers, nice scouts. Sometimes something nice that has happened.' The girl shrugged.
'Like?'
'I don't know. You know like when Daddy has wrestled with us or held me on his lap and cuddled.'
Kathy smiled slightly. She was relieved to discover that she wasn't the only one who thought about him when she did it.
Kathy noticed that Beth's hand had fallen on the inside of her open thighs and was stroking unconsciously at her own flesh as they talked. A warmth spread through the older girl that she couldn't explain. She watched as her sister stroked her own leg slowly, her hand coming closer and closer to the crotch of her panties. Kathy's own slit was beginning to itch and throb a little.
'Mom still asleep?' Beth asked.
Kathy nodded. Her sister was rubbing at her cotton-covered pussy, unashamed. Her small ass was wiggling as she began to feet the stirring of deep pleasure. Kathy was having difficulty sitting still herself. Her nipples were erect and rigid. They seemed to ache with the stir of her own passion.
'Feel good?' Kathy's voice was hoarse and choked.
'Ummm huuh!' Beth's lips were pressed together and her eyes were becoming slits. Her fingers pushed the cloth into the crevice rubbing in short strokes over her cunt. Kathy couldn't keep her eyes off Beth's hand and crotch. Her own hand settled to her thigh and glided up over the soft sensitive skin toward her pulsing slit.
Beth sucked her breath in sharply when she saw Kathy's fingers reach her crotch. 'DO it! Oooo, play with yourself,' she whispered. Her lips parted and her own hand rubbed harder.
Kathy pushed her finger down against the tight stretched cloth of her panties and strained to ease the torment that throbbed in her cunt. She probed and teased for several seconds, fighting the restraining cotton cloth. Exasperated, her hand rose to the waistband of the undergarment and stabbed beneath it, sliding across her belly and down over, the down-covered mound. Her slit was wet and slippery as her finger dipped into it. She sighed and Beth pursed her lips and sighed back.
Kathy stroked and teased the hard little knob of her clit, her eyes fixed on her younger sister's crotch. She wanted very much to see the girl's little pussy and watch as she played with it.
