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.

She'd give him a show tonight. Ohhhh, would she give him a show. She had never closed her drapes earlier. Now she was glad. She did want to do something, however, to attract his attention. She needed to be sure that he was watching. A smile curled at the corners of her lips as she walked over and opened her window. His apartment wasn't air conditioned. As warm as the evening was, he'd be sure to have his windows open. A shiver of delight ran through the girl as she walked to her radio and turned it on. She turned it up as loud as it would go, letting it shake the walls with its volume. Boy! Wouldn't her dad have a fit if he heard it playing this loudly? Dad wasn't home, though. She would disturb no one but Roger. That's what she wanted to do, disturb Roger.

He should have heard it by now, she felt as she walked toward the open window. She swayed her body to the beat of the music and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Karen kept her shoulders straight, arching her back to make her tits seem even larger. She turned from one side to the other so he could see them from the side as well as straight on.

Karen could feel his eyes piercing through the darkness. She could feel the warmth over her body as he was drooling in appreciation. She moistened her lips and leaned her head back, letting her blonde hair cascade over a shoulder while she sensuously unbuttoned her blouse. She caught the fabric in both hands and pulled it apart. It took only a moment to get the blouse off her shoulders and stand before the window with her bra gleaming in the brilliant light.

She bounced lightly on her toes, dancing to the heavy beat of the music. She thrust her tits forward and twisted her body about in what she felt were most enticing movements. She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slipped them down her thighs, letting her observer see those soft, luscious legs she had been so carefully tanning all summer.

"Yesssss!" she hissed in excitement as she kicked the jeans away. "Oooooo, yesssss!"

Karen danced in front of the window, knowing she was breathtaking in the skimpy bra and panties. She hoped that the golden hairs about her cunt were visible at a distance. Her panties were sure thin enough. These were her favorites because they were so thin, so transparent. She turned sideways again, intent on displaying how pert and saucy her ass was. She stood that way and hunched to the music, thrusting her tits and ass in tempo with the music.

Karen swirled her head so that she got her hair swirling about while she reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. She pulled the delicate garment off with a flourish, standing bare-breasted in front of her window. Her full, ripe tits bounced deliciously once they were freed from confinement. Karen added to their natural fullness by lifting them in her hands, cupping them outward and fingering tauntingly over each nipple.

The touch of her fingertips sent small shudders of exquisite pleasure rippling through each tit. The teenager gasped at the surging delight. Her tits swelled even larger and fuller. She shivered as her nipples tightened. Around she spun, dancing to the pounding beat of the music.

"Oooooooo!" the girl panted. "Ohhhhhh! Yesss! Ooooooooo!"

She caught her thumbs at the edges of her panties and slowly drew them down over her hips, over her thighs. She let them drop down her legs in a while, stepping out of them and kicking one leg upwards like she had seen on television. She hunched her pussy back and forth toward the window, before spinning about once again.

Surely he had seen her by now! Roger must be going crazy, she hoped, watching this show of tit and pussy. She could imagine him pulling his long pecker out of his pants and playing with it while he watched her in lustful glee. She closed her eyes and pretended to see it. She ran her tongue sensuously across her lips and shuddered at the thought of really doing this for a man's eyes. Her body glowed as she felt his gaze on her. Her tits swelled as she pictured him working his fingers eagerly, aching to get them over her lush, round globes. She could feel the heat of his throbbing cock.

His cock! Ohhhh, yes! She stopped dancing suddenly. The little blonde walked closer to the window and spread her thighs. Slowly she ran her finger along her tummy, then down to her thighs. She fingered teasingly through the soft hairs of her cunt, then ran her fingertip along the most lips of her pussy. Slowly, ever so slowly, she eased her finger inside. A thrill ran up her spine as she touched her clit.

"Mmmmmm!" she purred as her passion button began to quiver in excitement. "Mmmmmm! Sweet little pussy! Lonely little pussy!"

Karen mouthed the words clearly, accenting the movements of her lips. She hoped Roger could see what she was saying. She wanted him to get as horny as she had become. She wanted his prick to be as enraged as her cunt. Slowly she ran her finger deeper in the soft, silken passage. She writhed slowly as she began to finger fuck her glowing, shimmering pussy.

"Yessss!" she breathed. "Ohhhhh, yessss! I want to fuck! Ohhhh, I want to be fucked! I want a cock stuck up there! Ooooooo!"

Her body was boiling with passion as she thrust her finger more rapidly. Her knees began to weaken. Her breath was coming in labored gasps. The room was beginning to spin around her. The lights wouldn't be still, swirling wildly around her. The beat of the music was maddening. Her surging desire was out of control.

"Ohhhh!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, I've got to get rid of this! I've got to do something!"

She backed slowly to her bed. Karen lay back on the soft fabric of her spread. She closed her thighs over her ramming finger and rolled from side to side. She fucked herself wildly, writhing in delight as her pussy came closer and closer to its explosion.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned. "Ooooo! I want to fuck! I want to be fucked! Ohhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhh!"

As her orgasm exploded through her she felt a new exhilaration through her body. She was old enough! Ohhhh! Was she ever old enough! If she could unleash this much passion without a man, what could she experience with a real man on top of her! If she could have such a delicious orgasm from her own finger, then a real cock up her pussy should send her into a hundred times greater ecstasy.

Karen lay back, panting. Her body was glowing with soft pleasure. All she had to do was convince someone to get things started for her. She was capable of as much passion as any of the others. She could sure give as good a fuck as Anne. She just had to make them accept that she was old enough.

CHAPTER TWO

Karen stepped out of the shower, dried herself and wrapped a towel around her body. She felt great today! She had felt great when she awoke. And she felt a hell of a lot better after the way Roger acted when she went out for a swim this afternoon.

He was working on the patio as she went out of the house. He was bending over one of the large, potted plants, doing something to it Karen didn't know what. She cared even less. The plants looked great, but the little blonde knew next to nothing about them. Today, though, she paused and watched the boy as he checked each leaf carefully.

"Hi!" she said brightly from behind him.

She thought he would fall over the plant as he scrambled to get up. He looked guardedly at her, blushing profusely. His mouth worked silently for a few moments before he could manage to speak.

"Oh…" he stammered. "Good day, Miss."

He blushed even more. He looked down at the stones of the patio, not daring to raise his eyes to those of the luscious girl who had given him such a hard-on the night before. Karen Wilson had been a problem for Roger for over a year. Ever since she became aware of her fully developed young body, she had been a hell of a problem. She was always parading in front of him, sticking those gorgeous tits out, letting them hang over those skimpy little tops of her bathing suit. He knew that she removed the bra while she lay on the patio.

The girl frightened him. His own growing desire for her frightened him. Her sister was something else. Shit, Anne was old enough to know what she was doing. The red-haired sister did know what she was doing. She was old enough, though, for it to be safe. The little blonde, however, was only fifteen. What was worse, she was the pet of Mr. Wilson. Roger knew better than to touch this little piece of fluff, no matter how much she teased him. It didn't mean he didn't want to. It didn't mean he hadn't beaten his cock while dreaming of doing it into her soft, sexy little body.

He began to back away from her. Karen took a deep breath and thrust her tits at him as provocatively as she could. Her eyes glittered angrily at him, disgusted by his continued refusal to flirt with her.

"Nice day for a swim," he mumbled, then turned as though he was leaving the patio.

"Don't let me interrupt your work," Karen snapped at him. "If I make you that uncomfortable, I'll go back in the house. You call me when you finish on the patio and then I'll take my swim."

"I was just finishing," Roger lied. "Honestly, I was just getting up to go do some work out in the garage. If you'd come out a minute later, I wouldn't have been here."

Karen knew he was lying. His fear gave her even deeper excitement. What was he afraid of? Was he afraid she would rape him? No! No! It was the other way. Karen knew what he feared. He feared himself. He was afraid that one day he'd give in and do what he wanted to with her.

She laughed happily and turned, running to the edge of the pool and plunging crisply into the sparkling water. Roger wanted to fuck her! He wanted to so badly he couldn't risk being around her. She swam across the pool in easy, skilled strokes. She ducked her head beneath the water and made her turn, coming back in the other direction with the same grace and efficiency. She swam the width of the pool a dozen times before pulling herself from the water and stretching out in the sun. Karen tugged the cap off her head and let her lush hair fall over her shoulders. She turned onto her tummy and pulled the bra free. Her bare back exposed to the sun, the tiny bottom of her suit only covering a fraction of her firm, young ass, she napped beneath the rich warmth of the early afternoon sun.

"You watching?" she whispered just before she dropped off to a light sleep. "Roger, are you looking? I'm not up in the window this afternoon. I'm out here, out here where you could come and touch me if you weren't so afraid."

He didn't though. He stayed out of sight while she basked in the sun. She finally gave up and swam another dozen laps of the pool. Then she went in the house and stood beneath the shower for fifteen minutes. She washed her hair and stepped, dripping onto the lush pile of the bathroom carpet. Karen rubbed the towel over her body briskly, sending small, erotic shivers through each nerve.

How would it feel to have a man towel her like this? The thought of it left her panting and quivering. She closed her eyes and pretended the towel was being held by Roger, or Brad, or any one of the boys she knew. They would get all hung up on her tits, wouldn't they? They would leave her back wet because they'd spend all their time rubbing their hands over her tits and down about her thighs. She felt her throat getting dry and hot from the thought.

Karen spun around the bathroom as she dried herself, using the towel as a veil which she kept moving back and forth to give quick glimpses of tit and pussy. She sang lightly, her pleasure pulsing through every fiber of her trim body. Finally she laughed to herself and wrapped the towel about herself. She left the bathroom and walked to her elaborately furnished bedroom.

Karen tossed the towel aside and stretched out in a chair as she pulled her dryer over and began drying her hair. She was humming happily when the door opened and her sister walked in.

"Karen!" Anne exclaimed in feigned shock. "Don't do that!"

The blonde looked up at her older sister. Anne wore tight shorts that emphasized her firmly molded ass and long, exquisitely shaped legs. Her breasts weren't as large as Karen's, perhaps an inch smaller. They were still large enough, however, to be terribly appealing. The twenty-year-old girl was not wearing a bra. Her firm tits thrust against the light blouse, nipples clearly outlined, as she took a deep, irritated breath.

Karen pulled her head from beneath the dryer and smiled up at Anne's fretful expression. She touched her hair, checking and discovering that it was already dry. Her eyes clouded as she saw the continued expression of disapproval on her red-haired sister's face.

"Did you my something?" she asked.

"I'm about to say plenty!" Anne snapped. "you know better than that! You're getting too old to do that!"

A smile stole across the younger girl's face. First, she was not old enough. Now she was too old. She pretended to not understand the cause of her sister's complaint. Karen widened her eyes innocently and sat up straighter in the chair.

"Too old for what?" she asked sweetly. She was enjoying this. She had always enjoyed teasing her sister.

"Too old to run around the house naked!" Anne gasped. "Damn! Don't you have any sense at all!"

"Who's running around the house?" Karen asked. "I'm just sitting here, drying my hair. Besides, I'm just a child. You said so last night, didn't you? I'm not old enough."

Anne sputtered for a minute. She suddenly saw the twinkle in Karen's eyes and sputtered even more helplessly. Finally, she found the ability to speak and snapped at her little sister again.

"You're still a child emotionally," she told the girl. "No one could ever say that your body is that of a child. That's the problem, Sis. You've got too much body for your age. Damn it! You've got to stop prancing around without any clothes on."

"So who's prancing?" Karen asked again. "I told you, I was just drying my hair. I was naked in the bathroom, if that's all right. I didn't come running up the hall in the raw, though. I covered myself with a towel."

She pointed to the oversized bath towel that lay across her bed. Anne didn't even glance in that direction. She remained in front of the little blonde, staring peevishly at her sister.

"And last night?" Anne demanded. "Were you just drying your hair last night? Were you merely taking a shower or something in full view, with the radio going so loud that anyone could look up and see you dancing naked in front of the open window?"

She paused for breath. Her tits were heaving angrily beneath her blouse. Karen had never seen Anne look so beautiful. Her wrath gave her skin a deep, pulsing glow. If Anne looked like this when a boy got her all excited, no wonder they all panted over her.

Karen began to laugh. Anne knew about last night! Her sister could have only heard about it from one person. Roger was the only one left on the estate who could have seen her. The handyman had been so turned on from watching her that he had to complain about it to her sister! That was great! That was fabulous!

"Did I give him a hard?" she asked excitedly. "Anne, did he get all horny from watching me?"

Her sister stepped back in horror at the girl's words. Anne's mouth dropped open. Her eyes stretched wide in shock, then softened. Her whole body suddenly changed its attitude. She switched from anger to compassion and stepped toward her little sister, her sexy little blonde sister.

"Sis," she said soothingly. "Baby, you have to be careful. Roger respects you. Someone else might not. Someone else might have broken into the house and…"

"And fucked me?" Karen asked delightedly. "Really? Great! When?"

Anne fought back her anger. She knelt beside the girl's chair and reached toward the blonde. Her arm came about her sister's shoulders, pulling the younger girl against her.

"Karen, honey!" she scolded. "You have to stop being so anxious. When you're a little older…"

"Older, older, older!" Karen spat back at her. "Always when I'm older! How old do I have to be? How old were you the first time?"

She felt her sister tense at her question. Karen pulled back from Anne and looked the redhead in the eye. She had cracked her sister's armor! She had asked the right question, she could tell it from the expression in Anne's eyes. The blonde wasn't about to give up her sudden advantage.

"How old, Anne?" she repeated. "How old were you? How much younger than I am?"

The girl tried to avert her sister's gaze. She looked at the floor and took a deep breath. Karen took her face in both hands and turned it back up toward her. Neither sister had ever been able to lie to the other, not when they looked directly into one another's eyes. Anne's lips moved silently, pleading with Karen not to press her advantage. That was like begging the sun not to rise in the morning. Karen wasn't about to let Anne squirm out of this.

"Come on, Sis!" she demanded. "Level with me. How old were you?"

"Fourteen," the red-head whispered. "Well, almost fourteen. It was about a month before I became fourteen."

"And I'm already fifteen," the blonde proclaimed. "I've been fifteen since last May. Why can't I, Anne? You did. What's so different about me?"

"Honey," Anne soothed, "I didn't know what it was all about then. I didn't really learn to fuck until I was almost seventeen. Until then, it was just something you did. No, it was only something they did to you. It was dirty and unpleasant. The boys expected it, though. Especially if they knew you'd let other boys fuck you, they assumed that they could as well."

"But you like it now!" Karen reminded her. "You like to fuck now!"

"Sure," Anne responded, "but I'm older. I've had more experience. I've learned more about it."

"And how am I going to learn about it if I don't get a chance to?" the blonde asked. "Come on, Sis! It took you years to learn enough to be a good lay. Hell! At this rate I won't be worth a damn until I'm fifty years old!"

Anne suddenly began laughing. She looked at the luscious body that throbbed beside her. She shook her head as she watched the bouncing of her sister's magnificent pair of tits. She looked at the golden hair about the sensuous 'V' of her crotch. She smiled at the soft and lovely thighs, so deeply tanned from hours in the sun.

"Karen," she laughed, "I don't think the boys would ever know it. Hell, with that body, your problem will be to keep them from shooting off as soon as they get it in your pussy."

"Teach me!" Karen demanded, grabbing her sister's arms and shaking her. "You can teach me! You can show me how to be a good lay! You can give me all the secrets. I don't have to wait all those years before I enjoy it. If you'll teach me, then I'll be good from the beginning!"