Duncan Fox: Daddy_s darling daughter

"Why don't you come with me? Jimmy's got some new things he wants to show off," the boy suggested.

"Wait a minute, Billy. I gotta get my shoes," Judy said, scrambling briskly down the tree.

Billy paced the bank, his feet rustling through the dry leaves. He was wearing a tattered pair of shorts. His blond hair was shaggy and uncombed, drooping down over his tanned and freckled forehead. "Hurry up, will you?"

"I'm hurrying," Judy answered, tying her sneakers carefully. "What's Jimmy got that's so all fired exciting?"

"I dunno," Billy admitted, brushing the hair back out of his eyes with one hand. "He just told me to meet him at the usual place."

"It's too hot to run," Judy protested when Billy threatened to trot off down the path away from her. It wasn't really, but Judy felt lazy after her time on the branch, and her muscles felt all loose and shaky. There was a spot of moistness at her crotch that was cold and sticky as she walked along. She glanced down cautiously, and was relieved to see that nothing showed on the outside of her shorts.

"What were you doing up in the tree?" Billy asked.

"Nothing special," Judy answered carefully. "I thought there was a bird's nest I could reach."

"Naah, couldn't be," Billy retorted. "You know Jimmy and me got every bird nest in the woods."

"Oh, you did not," Judy answered.

"Did so," Billy shot back. "We got every single one."

"Then where are the baby birds going to live?"

"I dunno," Billy answered briskly. "And I don't care."

"Besides, there's a bird's nest right up there." Judy pointed.

"So maybe we didn't get all of them," Billy admitted, leading the way from the stream along a winding trail. From the thickness of the woods, it was hard to believe they were only a few minutes walk from a busy housing development.

Judy's house was on one side of the woods, one of the older houses. On the other side, barely a mile away, was a neatly laid-out housing development with uniform houses, perfect lawns and carefully channeled streams. Since the building of the development, the woods had become laced with paths. The school was on the same side of the woods as Judy's house, and the children from the development had quickly found the short cuts through.

"I thought Jimmy was away," Judy noted, picking her steps carefully through a series of roots and rocks.

"He just got back," Billy answered. "That's where he got what he got."

"So what'd he get?" Judy asked.

"I don't' know, dummy," Billy shot back. "He didn't tell me."

"Well, I sure hope it's worth the trip," Judy panted. The path had become steep and winding, curling toward the top of a hill. At the top of the hill was a depression of unknown origin, perhaps the last, lingering remnants of a basement. It was a frequent hangout of Jimmy, Billy, Judy and some of the others in the area.

"There he is," Billy shouted, pointing down into the hollow.

"Well, hurry up," Judy urged, pushing Billy ahead of her into the depression.

"What took you so long?" Jimmy asked.

"Ahhhh, Judy didn't want to run," Billy snorted.

"It's too hot," Judy observed. "What you got?"

"Look," Jimmy urged, waving one hand.

"Wow, what is it?" Billy asked, pawing through the heap indicated.

"Real Indian stuff," Jimmy answered. "The stuff real Indians wear."

"Really? Lemme see." Judy pushed through to see. There were headbands and feathers, and belts and something else. "What's this?" she asked, holding up a strip of brightly colored, beaded material.

"A breechcloth," Jimmy stated authoritatively.

"So what is it?" Billy asked, holding up a second one and a beaded belt.

"It's what they wear instead of pants," Jimmy answered shortly.

"Couldn't be," Billy announced, holding the strip of cloth around his waist as if it were a towel.

"Not that way," Jimmy snorted. "This way." He took the breechcloth Judy was holding and picked up a second beaded belt. Wrapping the belt around his waist, he tucked one end of the cloth over the belt, then passed the rest of it through his legs and put it over the belt in back. "Only they don't wear nothing else."

"No kiddin'?" Billy exclaimed. Awkwardly, he tried to duplicate what Jimmy had done, but the cloth was too short. "It don't work with me."

"That's because you got a bunch of other clothes on, silly," Judy said.

Jimmy was swaggering around with his breechcloth over his pants but the cloth kept pulling out of the belt. "I think she's right," Jimmy observed.

"Well, I ain't gonna take my pants off with her around," Billy stated.

"I seen it all before anyway," Judy snorted, lying.

"Come on, let's put them on right," Jimmy urged. "We can go behind the bushes."

"Well, okay," Billy reluctantly agreed. "But no peeking," he ordered Judy.

"I won't peek," Judy answered, bending down and picking up one of the headbands. Slipping it around her forehead, she lifted a hand to check the position of the single feather it held. Through the bushes she saw the occasional flicker of one of the boys' bodies as they shed their pants and slipped on the breechcloths. There was a great deal of whispering and muttering as they changed.

Suddenly, with a chorus of whoops and shouts, they bounded out from behind the bushes, their tanned bodies flashing in the dappled sunlight.

Judy eyed the two of them carefully, her cheeks flaming. "You don't have anything on," she observed.

"We do so," Billy shot back, looking down at himself.

"Sure we do," Jimmy agreed.

"Well, it sure ain't much," Judy snorted. Their outfits covered much less than their bathing suits, as was evident from the un-tanned skin that showed. While the breech-clothes covered their privates, as Judy called them, they left their sides bare except for the negligible strip of belt around their middles. In back, their buttocks were barely concealed. The flaps of cloth hanging down front and rear concealed little.

"You can't see nothing," Billy snorted, looking down, unsure of himself.

"Hey, let's play Indians," Jimmy urged, snatching up the headdress.

"Yeah, let's," Judy agreed.

"Gimme my, headband, squaw," Billy snorted, grabbing for the one Judy was wearing.

"What can I wear?" Judy asked, looking around the clearing. There didn't seem to be anything left.

"You be the white settler, and we'll capture you," Jimmy said, adjusting the angle of the headdress.

"Yeah, let's capture her," Billy cheered.

There was something new in Jimmy's and Billy's eyes, and Judy started to back away.

"Now wait just a minute, you guys," Judy said, holding up her hands. "Maybe I don't want to be a settler"

"Got any rope?" Billy asked, paying no attention to Judy's protests.

"Sure," Jimmy answered.

The two boys spread out on either side of Judy, making her turn her head from side to side to watch them. Her heart began to beat harder. The sight of Jimmy's and Billy's tanned bodies, covered only by the tiny breechcloths added to Judy's excitement. There were evident bulges under the clinging loincloths, and Judy's eyes kept being drawn to them.

"What are we waiting for?" Jimmy asked.

"I dunno," Billy answered.

As if that were a signal, the two boys jumped for her. Judy tried to dart between them, but Jimmy's hand tangled in her top, whirling her around. Before she could pull free, Billy had also grabbed her. She tried to back up, but stopped as her top was pulled up dangerously high. "Wait a minute. Time out!" she hollered, to no avail.

"Let's get her," Billy urged, pulling on her top.

"Wait – a – minute!" Judy shouted, panting, trying to twist free as her top was pulled up farther and farther. The lower edge of it caught on her small breasts and was pulling against her bra. The pressure against the small, tender mounds felt hot and heavy, and something stirred inside of Judy. The hollow rang with the excited cries of the three of them as they danced and spun around the clearing. Cool air brushed over Judy's torso and midriff as she struggled to get free. Suddenly the top slipped, pulling sharply across her bra-clad breasts and whipping off over her head. The sudden release sent her flying backward to land on her seat in the leaves and then tumble upside down, feet sailing over her head.