The Eager Little Sister
By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)

This is a story of a girl’s sexual awakening.  She overhears her brother and his friend talking: "See," a boy's voice came to Barbra. "I told you she had hair on her pussy."
	Barbra looked at Kelly's cunt and then she saw the sparse hairs. They were so golden they were almost invisible.
	"I bet your sister don't have hair on her pussy," the first voice said.
	"Wanna bet?"
	Barbra's breath sucked in and her eyes popped wide. The voice was very familiar to her and she leaned farther to peer around the container. 
	It was her brother!
	Barbra's first instinct had been to run, to get away before they caught her spying on them. But then the first boy--still out of Barbra's sight-- said, "Touch her. Kelly won't care if you feel it."
	Barbra heard her brother ask, "Can I, Kelly? Can, I touch it?"



	CHAPTER ONE

	Barbra Bridges stood on the second floor landing, looking down over the crowd of boys and girls as they ate lunch.

	It was a lovely, warm spring day and most of the students chose to eat outside in the student center. Somehow, Barbra was not hungry and her lunch remained in her locker. She had not been very hungry the past few days. Her mind had been and still was on other things, more exciting things.

	Beneath her were two boys, two boys she had seen only a few days ago. She knew them, of course. One of them she knew very, very well. Their names were John Mason and Rick. Rick was Barbra's brother. He was only a year older than her, but always seemed to know so much more. Not that he was wise or anything like that. He just seemed to know the answers to things she didn't.

	Barbra idolized Rick. She loved him deeply and there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. Fortunately, her brother never took advantage of her worship. That is, he didn't in some derogatory manner. He had always treated her nicely, never arguing with her. And Barbra was somewhat jealous of his popularity with girls.

	She had always been jealous of him, wanting him to herself, but she knew that that could never be. She wondered about her feelings for him often and she felt it could be wrong. But wrong or not, she could not deny her feelings. All she could do was conceal them. -

	Barbra did not know Rick and John, his best friend, were underneath the stairs where she stood. And she was not really seeing the boys and girls below; Her eyes were open, but they held a vacant expression. It was what was in her mind that caused this vacant expression.

	Not quite a week ago, after school was out, she had almost stumbled upon John and Rick as she walked past the dumpsters in the back of the school grounds. She had not seen them in the beginning, only heard voices. At first the voices made no sense to her then a few words came loud and clear....pussy," she heard.

	For a moment, startled, she didn't understand. The next word she heard caused her to gasp with full understanding. Fucking!

	Barbra stopped in her tracks. A warm flush spread over her face, a flush of embarrassment. She glanced about but saw no one. Wondering where the voice came from, she glanced at the trash receptacles. They were pulled perhaps three or four feet away from the wall of the building and garbled whispers came from that direction.

	Stepping closer, she strained her ears.

	"Do you really like to touch me?" she heard a feminine voice say.

	The reply was a simple grunt.

	Curious, with a strange excitement bubbling inside her slender body, Barbra moved close enough to peer around the edge of a container. Her breath caught and she shoved a small fist to her mouth to choke back the startled gasp.

	Leaning against the wall of the building was a girl she knew slightly. The girl was about her age, perhaps a few months younger. Her name was Kelly. She was a very pretty little girl, with golden hair that was usually worn in twin ponytails. However, the girl had always seemed extremely shy with others. Right now, though, she wasn't at all shy.

	Kelly was leaning against the building, holding her skirt about her waist. She was looking down, her hips arched forward with her weight braced by her shoulders. Her feet were perhaps a foot and a half apart. Barbra noticed the expression on Kelly's face; it was one of intense excitement.  There were two pairs of hands feeling Kelly's golden, smooth thighs. Barbra could not see who the hands belonged to. With choking amazement, Barbra saw one of those hands pull the crotch of Kelly's panties to one side and she stared, almost fascinated, at the almost hairless little pussy of the girl.

	"See," a boy's voice came to Barbra. "I told you she had hair on her pussy."

	Barbra looked at Kelly's cunt and then she saw the sparse hairs. They were so golden they were almost invisible.

	 "I bet your sister don't have hair on her pussy," the first voice said.

	"Wanna bet?"

	Barbra's breath sucked in and her eyes popped wide. The voice was very familiar to her and she leaned farther to peer around the container. 

	It was her brother!

	Barbra's first instinct had been to run, to get away before they caught her spying on them. But then the first boy--still out of Barbra's sight-- said, "Touch her Kelly won't care if you feel it."

	Barbra heard her brother ask, "Can I, Kelly? Can, I touch it?"

	"Sure," Kelly said then giggled shyly. "I don't mind."


To Be Continued
