John Kellerman: Hot pants niece

"Mmmmmm… ohhhh, God, I'm gonna come… I'm gonna come…"

Jane almost stepped back from the curtain then. She knew she couldn't continue to watch what Terry was doing without being disturbed by it. She was disturbed enough as it w. But the plunging movements of her sister's hips fascinated her. She'd never seen a human being move like that… not ever! She'd always avoided thinking of the details of how a man and woman really fucked. She'd assumed that the woman lay down and parted her legs slightly. Then the man pushed his cock into the woman's body and deposited his corn quickly. No one had ever told her any different. But to watch her sister's furious and frantic movements made her wonder. Did the woman really get excited enough to reveal her passion in such an animalistic way? Or was Terry a special case? Maybe the presence of a man would change the young girl's behavior. Jane just didn't know.

"Mmmm… uhnnn… ohhh, Jesus… ohhh, fuck!" The bathwater splashed over the edge of the tub as Terry jerked her immature hips up and down against her clawing fingers. Jane could see now that she had the drain open slightly to keep the water from covering her mound. The insides of her thighs were smeared with the hand lotion and it hung in glops from her fingers as she continued to caress her dainty opening.

Jane could see the little bump of her clitoris.

She knew she had one, too, but site rarely took a look at the way she was put together. Just doing that seemed to make her think wrong thoughts. A girl's body was so soft, so slick and sensitive. Just the wrong kind of touch could set off a whirlwind of emotions. Jane had never wanted to take the chance. She was curious but not that curious.

"Ahhhhh!" Teresa cried, her slim hips moving in jerky circles now as she rubbed her pussy against the teasing, rubbing friction of her fingertips. "Ohhhhhhhh… my God… SOOOO good!" Jane could hardly believe the look of ecstasy on her sister's face. Where a few seconds before she'd been grimacing as if in agony, now she looked relaxed, relieved, happy. She let her head loll back half in the water. Her toes had been fanned out against the end of the tub but now Jane watched them relax and close. She moved quietly to the door, opened and shut it again so that Terry would think she'd just re-entered the bathroom.

"Aren't you out of that tub yet?" she asked.

"In a minute," Terry replied, her voice husky with passion. There was more splashing as the slim girl moved around. Then she pushed back the curtain and stepped from the tub. Her flushed cheeks made Jane glance at her sparsely furred cunt. It was flushed-looking too and swollen slightly. Terry seemed to notice the way Jane was looking at her, and wrapped a towel around her hips.

"Take your bath now," she said. "You were in such a damned hurry."

Jane ran her a fresh tub of water, stripped her panties and jumped in. She was trying to think of something else… something to take her mind off the things she'd just witnessed. But the hot water against her cunt made her breath fast. She lathered her hands thoroughly and smoothed the suds over her breasts. Usually she never thought anything about doing that, but now her brown nipples were swollen and the slick friction made her shiver. She worked the lather around until it almost hid one nubbin. Then she pinched it with her slickened ringers.

"Ohhh… why did I do that?" she gasped, ashamed. She blushed. It was almost as if there were someone in the room watching her excite herself. As a child she'd always wondered if God could see through the walls to watch her pee. She felt that now that he might be observing her thickly lathered breasts and the way she kept rubbing her palms back and forth over the rigid nipples.

"Got to stop… ohhh, damn me… why am I thinking these things anyhow?" She sucked in a deep lungful of air. "I'm almost twenty. I'm too old to play with myself." She got a washrag soapy and squatted to cleanse her cunt in the usual way. Her cuntlips were slightly parted to expose some of the glistening inner surfaces. That way when she squeezed the soapy water onto her body, it dribbled over the hidden folds and cleaned them. But this time as the hot water did its job, Jane had the most irresistible urge to soap herself with a finger.

"Maybe I'm not getting clean enough the old way," she breathed in the stillness of the room. Soaping three fingers, she touched them gingerly to the pink inner surfaces of her labia. A thrill burst through her as she smoothed the suds up and down, up and down. "Then, that should do it… not too much… ohhh, God, not too much!"

She was shaking again, breathing irregularly. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

"I can't touch myself any longer," she gasped at last, jerking her fingers from between the swelling lips of her pussy. She was trembling all over. She grabbed the rubber shampoo sprayer and fit the end onto the spigot and turned the water on. Then she began to use the force of the spray to wash the soap out of her pussy. But she'd thought this might take care of her hygiene without exciting her further, it worked just the opposite. The needle-fine spray stung her clit and immediately it burst free from its protective hood. Before her eyes, Jane watched it thicken and lengthen. She'd never paid such close attention to her own anatomy before and it amazed her to watch the changes take place.

The warm water shot against the dainty petals round her clit. When she moved the hose so that the force of the water varied, her thighs went rigid and she seemed to want to tense every muscle, to make herself tremble by holding her breath.

"This is silly… it's got to stop right now!" she whimpered as if scolding herself might have an effect. Using every bit of will she could muster, Jane turned off the tap. She staggered up and made it out of the tub by some miracle. She could hardly believe how weak she'd become by playing with herself. She could easily see that once a girl started something like that, it would be impossible to stop. And she'd come very close to giving in to the temptation. She dried hurriedly, trying to think of anything but the pleasure she'd brought to herself just with a few light touches. But it was hard to think of anything but that.

"Now Janey darling, you watch over your little sis, you hear?"

"Yes, Mama," Jane said, kissing her mother on the cheek. Terry offered her pursed lips then and their mother hugged them both.

"Teresa, you do exactly what Jane tells you to. I don't want you running around with any boys."

"Aw maw, I'm almost eighteen."

"You heard what I said."

Terry bowed her head. "Yes, Mama."

The bus engine started up and the driver glanced their way impatiently. Jane hugged her mother and she and Terry got on. They found a seat near the back and waved as the big bus lumbered out of the depot and headed west out of town.

Terry could hardly sit still. She had put on a knee-length skirt and since she usually wore blue jeans, she felt very sexy. That inviting openness between her legs seemed to beg for touching. She'd considered going without panties, too, but had finally decided to put on a skimpy pair of bikini underwear with lace. They were almost as good as not having on anything at all. She loved the way the elastic waist rode low on her flat belly. Site wondered if a man would like something so tiny. Did it excite a guy to find a girl wearing something that barely covered her at all? Terry decided that it surely did have some kind of effect.

At Riverton the bus pulled in for a short rest stop. Terry let her sister get off first, pretending to be busy brushing her hair. Then when Janey was gone she got out her lipstick and put just a smear of it across her lips. Hr mother forbade her to use cosmetics and she knew that Jane was supposed to go along with this ruling… but what the hell? She couldn't make her take it off right in the middle of the coffee shop.