Cherry Charles - Delighted in his daughter

"I-I didn't mean to interrupt anything," Pam said softly.

The man grinned at her. "Don't think a thing about it. Bo can entertain you 'til I get back."

Pam heard a shuffle of feet at the top of the stairs, but before Bo Pauley got down to them his father had leaned a little toward her with something almost like a whisper in his voice.

"How old are you, Pam?"

"Fourteen," she blurted, then hated herself. She had intended to say she was older.

"My Mae is thirteen. You and her oughta get along fine."

At that point Bo came bounding down the stairs on his long legs, and Pam felt a flutter go through her body. If she had not witnessed what she did earlier that day, she would have thought that Bo Pauley was nothing more than any nice, good-looking boy at high school.

"Bo, this here is Pam Harper from next door," Hank said. "You two get acquainted while I go pick up your sis."

"Sure, paw," Bo said, smiling and showing the very same dimples his father had. "Hi there, Pam."

As they shook hands, Hank walked to the door and then stopped and hooked one thumb in the direction of the cookies. "Pam brought you something good to eat, Bo," he drawled. "But now don't make a hog of yourself. You leave something for your sis to eat."

"Yeah, paw."

The second his father was out the door, Bo turned back to Pam and took in her whole body with one lazy sweep of his youthful eyes. His look was so honest and sexual that Pam hated herself for blushing.

"Hey, you wanta see the house?" Bo said, grinning.

"I guess so."

On the tour, Bo told her that they had come from West Texas and that his father had worked for years in oilfields as a roustabout. Then his dad had got the chance to go in partners with a service station in town, and so they had moved here.

Pam was trying to concentrate on what the boy was saying, but her mind was definitely elsewhere. Every time she looked at his face she seemed to concentrate on his mouth and lips. She had seen what he'd done to his sister with them! And the other part of him that sent a curious, wanton thrill through her loins was his crotch.

She got a dozen or more secret glimpses of what looked like a heavy outline of his organ in his faded jeans. And the word 'prick' kept popping in her mind like a naughty devil with a pitchfork in hand!

"What's in the room downstairs," she asked finally.

The boy glanced at her, hands on his lean hips. "Which one? You mean that room off the right of the stairs?"

"Uh-huh."

"Nothing in there but a bed."

"And a mattress," Pam said, surprising herself at how the information came blurting out.

Bo gave her a quick stare. "How did you know that?"

Pam's mind reeled quickly with the possibilities hinged on her answer, but she finally knew she didn't have the nerve to be honest!

"I-I just guessed," she breathed, meekly.

Bo grinned at her. "You wanta see it?"

"Yes."

They went back downstairs and he opened the door to the room. It was indeed empty except for the bed and mattress. The shade was still pulled down, and Pam noticed that there was a deep lump in the middle of the old mattress, as if a great deal of force had been used there many times before.

"I don't know why we dragged that old bed all the way out here from Texas," Bo said, casually. "It was my sister's idea. She used to sleep on it back home. Guess she just likes the way it feels."

"Could I try it?" Pam asked, softly.

"Huh? Oh, uh, sure. Go ahead."

With her blood beating wildly in her body, Pam walked across the floor and got into exactly the same position she had seen Bo's sister assume earlier. She even moved her legs slightly apart, so that they dangled down over the edge of the old bed. Then she bounced lightly, making the springs creak lustily.

"It does feel good," she purred quietly.

The boy stood on his long legs looking over and down at her. He still had his hands on his hips, and the lean muscles in his seventeen-year-old arms seemed to bulge with virility.

"I still can't figure out how you knew there was a mattress here," he said, a bit huskily.

There was something about actually being on the bed that made Pam bolder than she had ever been in her life. But there was something else, too. What her mom had said about the family obviously being white-trash. In her mind, that meant that neither Bo nor his sister were really respectable young people, even if she hadn't seen what he'd done to his sister's body that morning, she'd have known Bo Pauley was the kind of boy who wouldn't be at all shocked by sex.

"Gonna tell me how you knew about the mattress, Pam?" he demanded, his voice a whole octave lower now.

She took a ragged little breath. "Maybe you should just keep that shade pulled down all the time," she whispered.

She saw the boy look dumbly at her, then glance at the shade as the meaning poured into his brain.

"Oh, shit," he husked, softly, his lips twitching up in an uncertain grin. "Don't tell me you saw what Mae and me…"

His voice trailed off into a hoarse gulp.

The silence in the room was overpowering for a few seconds, and Pam didn't move. She simply remained on the bed, posed exactly the way Mae Pauley had been right before her brother raked down her panties.

Finally, Bo wiped his mouth with the back of one hand and took a few steps toward her.

The sound of his footsteps sent a ruttish ripple of excitement through Pam's pussy!

"Hey, I, uh, I guess you really got an eyeful, then," he breathed. "Boy, you must think I'm some kind of mean bastard to do something like that with my own sis."

Pam swallowed hard. "No, I don't think that. Not if she liked it."

Bo grinned slackly. "Oh, hell, she likes it okay. I've been doing it to her since she was…" He stopped, breaking off again in something between shame and lusty pleasure!

Pam waited, feeling the lips of her proud young pussy pouting out against the stretched tightness of her own panties.

Bo glanced over his shoulder; as if to see Pam's mom standing there, and then he looked back at her. His eyes were darker now, almost crackling with a sensuous, horny need.

"You, uh, you want me to eat you, Pam? I mean, hell, if you want me to, I'll…"

There was something about the careless, reckless way he propositioned her that drove a wedge between her modesty and her desires. She knew for the first time in her life what Linda and Betsy must feel all the time, the drumming need to experience just how lusty a boy can be!

And as if to underline her own growing excitement, she saw a thick bulge forming along Bo Pauley's leg.

He came quickly over to her, his mouth parted hungrily in a small, nervous smile. Then he whispered down at her as quietly as if the big house were crammed full of people trying to hear what he said.

"Lemme eat your pussy, baby, that's what you really came over here for, ain't it?"

The way he said it edged a small fear into Pam's tender, untouched young cunt. She shook her head.

"Hey," Bo breathed, still standing directly in front of her with his hard-on growing larger by the second, "don't back out now. Hell, there's nothing wrong with a little sweet thing like you wanting to have her pussy sucked. C'mon, honey, I'll bet your hot, cute little old slit tastes like peppermint. We got time before paw and sis get back!"

"No, I-I don't want you to," she whispered raggedly.

"What the shit do you want then," he husked back, trying to keep his voice from sounding angry.

Pam was so excited she could barely think. But she did know what she wanted, and she was surprised that she had not admitted it to herself from the very beginning.

"I-I want to see you, Bo," she crooned softly.

She saw his face go blank, then the color creep agreeably into his firm cheeks.