Brad Harris: Naughty little sister

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.

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!"