Brad Harris - Naughty little sister

Karen stalked into her room and flipped the light on. Damn her sister anyway! She was old enough! She was, whatever Anne or Brad might think. She had been old enough for the guys to keep staring at her all last year at school. She was old enough for Roger Moore, the boy who worked on their estate, to watch her when she went out to the swimming pool. He watched her just as intensely as he watched Anne.

The compact little blonde stood in front of her mirror. She sure had big enough tits. Karen took a deep breath and sucked in her tummy, watching the way her breasts lunged against the thin blouse. Not old enough! She wore a larger bra size than her older sister. Shit, she wore as large a bra as any girl in school, except maybe for some of the fat girls. She wore a big bra and still had a tiny waist.

She had nice legs, too. They might not show inside her jeans, but she had a hell of a pair of legs. The maid smiled the other day and commented on those thighs. Nina said that she had the sweetest thighs she'd ever seen. Karen knew that she was old enough in between those thighs, too. She'd had hair down there since she was twelve. Now, at fifteen, her cunt hair had grown thick and silky. Her pussy was certainly capable of having some boy shove his cock into it. Yes, she was old enough to have gone with her brother and sister tonight.

Her mom and dad were off at a party. Karen suspected that they did more than play bridge at those parties. The kids at school claimed that her parents were members of a swinging crowd. The way some of the men were always looking down the tops of women's dresses, the wives of other men, she figured that at a party they would do more than just look.

Brad and Anne had left in the other car, going to a party of their own. Whatever Karen suspected about her parents' parties, she knew what went on at the gatherings of the older kids. There would be a little booze and a lot of pot. There would be more fucking than anything else, though. Anne was going there to sit around and get stoned. She was going there to get laid.

Damn them, anyway! They could have taken her with them. Shit, some of the boys would have jumped at the chance to screw her. Not old enough, hell! She was old enough for the truck drivers to blow their horns and beat on the sides of their cabs when they passed her along the street. She was old enough for some of those same boys who'd be at the party to whistle and make all sort of comments when they passed her at the shopping center. How old did a girl have to be? If she had a pussy and an inclination, wasn't that old enough?

Karen sulked in her room, ready to switch out the lights overhead and stretch across her bed to read by the lamp on the table. She felt terribly alone tonight. Even Nina was out getting some. The maid had left just after she finished cleaning the dinner dishes. Karen saw the man come for her, saw the way his hand cupped her tits as they walked to his car.

Everybody was fucking except her! It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. Damn them, anyway! She was the only one left behind.

Karen sat up from the bed. No! She wasn't the only one. Roger was still here. The young man's car had been parked behind the garage earlier. She hadn't heard the sound of its motor. Roger was over there in his small apartment above the garage. Karen was sure he knew she was in her room. Brad had warned her several times about keeping her drapes drawn when she undressed at night. Roger, he told her, could see directly into the window. He implied that the boy tried to see, that Roger watched in the hopes of seeing her or Anne.

The little blonde switched the overhead lights back on. She turned her bedside lamps on. If Roger wanted to see her, she would be happy to oblige. Maybe if he got a good look at her, he wouldn't be so shy around her. Damn him, he kept dropping his eyes every time she tried to talk to him. She would catch him eyeing her body from a distance. Hell, every time she went out to the pool, he managed to find some job close to the patio. But he wouldn't do anything more. When she called to him, he'd answer, hang his head, and then leave.

She'd give him a show tonight. Ohhhh, would she give him a show. She had never closed her drapes earlier. Now she was glad. She did want to do something, however, to attract his attention. She needed to be sure that he was watching. A smile curled at the corners of her lips as she walked over and opened her window. His apartment wasn't air conditioned. As warm as the evening was, he'd be sure to have his windows open. A shiver of delight ran through the girl as she walked to her radio and turned it on. She turned it up as loud as it would go, letting it shake the walls with its volume. Boy! Wouldn't her dad have a fit if he heard it playing this loudly? Dad wasn't home, though. She would disturb no one but Roger. That's what she wanted to do, disturb Roger.

He should have heard it by now, she felt as she walked toward the open window. She swayed her body to the beat of the music and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Karen kept her shoulders straight, arching her back to make her tits seem even larger. She turned from one side to the other so he could see them from the side as well as straight on.

Karen could feel his eyes piercing through the darkness. She could feel the warmth over her body as he was drooling in appreciation. She moistened her lips and leaned her head back, letting her blonde hair cascade over a shoulder while she sensuously unbuttoned her blouse. She caught the fabric in both hands and pulled it apart. It took only a moment to get the blouse off her shoulders and stand before the window with her bra gleaming in the brilliant light.

She bounced lightly on her toes, dancing to the heavy beat of the music. She thrust her tits forward and twisted her body about in what she felt were most enticing movements. She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slipped them down her thighs, letting her observer see those soft, luscious legs she had been so carefully tanning all summer.

"Yesssss!" she hissed in excitement as she kicked the jeans away. "Oooooo, yesssss!"

Karen danced in front of the window, knowing she was breathtaking in the skimpy bra and panties. She hoped that the golden hairs about her cunt were visible at a distance. Her panties were sure thin enough. These were her favorites because they were so thin, so transparent. She turned sideways again, intent on displaying how pert and saucy her ass was. She stood that way and hunched to the music, thrusting her tits and ass in tempo with the music.

Karen swirled her head so that she got her hair swirling about while she reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. She pulled the delicate garment off with a flourish, standing bare-breasted in front of her window. Her full, ripe tits bounced deliciously once they were freed from confinement. Karen added to their natural fullness by lifting them in her hands, cupping them outward and fingering tauntingly over each nipple.

The touch of her fingertips sent small shudders of exquisite pleasure rippling through each tit. The teenager gasped at the surging delight. Her tits swelled even larger and fuller. She shivered as her nipples tightened. Around she spun, dancing to the pounding beat of the music.

"Oooooooo!" the girl panted. "Ohhhhhh! Yesss! Ooooooooo!"

She caught her thumbs at the edges of her panties and slowly drew them down over her hips, over her thighs. She let them drop down her legs in a while, stepping out of them and kicking one leg upwards like she had seen on television. She hunched her pussy back and forth toward the window, before spinning about once again.

Surely he had seen her by now! Roger must be going crazy, she hoped, watching this show of tit and pussy. She could imagine him pulling his long pecker out of his pants and playing with it while he watched her in lustful glee. She closed her eyes and pretended to see it. She ran her tongue sensuously across her lips and shuddered at the thought of really doing this for a man's eyes. Her body glowed as she felt his gaze on her. Her tits swelled as she pictured him working his fingers eagerly, aching to get them over her lush, round globes. She could feel the heat of his throbbing cock.