"But what's that got to do with – oh! You're going to take a long vacation!" All the brochures described far-off wonderful places, the sort of places she dreamed of visiting herself one day, when she was old enough to leave Belleville, Ohio and strike out on her own.
Her father smiled broadly. Amy had always thought her daddy was handsome, but now she looked at him with a woman's eyes as well. He was a big man, ruggedly handsome, with thick black hair just beginning to gray at the temples.
"Yes, we'd like to take a vacation – if that's alright with you?"
"With me?" She looked to her mother, the source of her own slender frame and flowing blonde hair.
"That's right," her mother answered. "You see, it would just be your father and I." Amy noticed the way her parents touched hands across the table – like two kids her own age. "And it would mean that we couldn't go to the mountains this summer."
Amy succeeded in looking just disappointed enough to seem believable. She wouldn't have to leave town this summer! Uninterrupted fucking!
"Well, I think it would be neat for the two of you to go off all alone," Amy said. "I don't mind if Billy doesn't." Billy was her brother. He was seventeen. He was usually a tolerable brother and was sort of attractive in his clumsy adolescent fashion.
"Billy is going to go to the Explorers' jamboree," her father explained. "He thinks the trip is a good thing for us, too. We were planning to take our little trip while he was there."
"Hey, you know how Dort is trying to get me to come and stay with her for a weekend. I'm sure her folks would be glad to have me stay with them while you're away and…"
Dort was Joey's younger sister.
"Well, actually we didn't think it would be right to do that," her father said. "So we thought maybe you might like to stay with your brother, Les, while we were away."
Amy blinked. With Les? Her emotions were mixed. For one thing, it meant interrupting a summer of growing sexual education and experimentation. For another, Les was almost ten years older than she was and would probably treat her more like a daughter than a kid sister. Neither thought exactly thrilled her.
On the other hand, Les lived in New York City. She had never seen New York City. Hell, she'd never been to any place larger than Columbus.
"Gee, how would Les feel about it?" she asked. Her brother wrote regularly, but Amy was sure that a handsome young man, with a good job in New York, wouldn't want his social life cramped by a kid sister.
"It was his idea," her mother answered. "He suggested it when we called to tell him the good news."
"Of course, your mother hinted, subtly."
"'Subtly'?" Amy echoed.
"Yes," her father replied, chuckling. "She told him that if he didn't offer to let you stay with him, it would mean poor little Amy would be the only one stuck here in Belleville while the rest of us were out globe trotting. She said we would have to pass up the chance of a lifetime after all those years of working and scraping and slaving to take care of the family…"
Amy was laughing. She knew how good her mother was at the guilt routine.
"And Les very generously insisted that you stay with him," her mother concluded with a straight face.
"Your mother could out sell every one of my salespeople in between baking cookies and doing the laundry."
Amy laughed along with them, sighing inwardly and resigning herself to the situation. After all, she'd expected to have her summer fuckfeast interrupted anyhow, so it wasn't as if she'd lost anything. There was the advantage of getting to visit New York City, something none of her friends had ever done.
"I'm so glad for both of you!" Amy said sincerely. She hugged her mother and father, secretly enjoying the pressure of her father's brawny shoulder against her abundant young tits. A strange thought crossed her mind, one that had only occurred to her once or twice before. She wondered how good a fuck her father was.
"Since it's a special occasion and since I don't have any more school until September, is it okay if I stay up later tonight? Like, one o'clock?" she asked. She wanted to see a science fiction film that didn't start until eleven-thirty.
"No, young lady," her father answered. "You be in bed and asleep by midnight and no later. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for you."
"Busy?"
"Yes. You have to help your mother get things ready for the trip."
"When are we all leaving?" she asked.
"Thursday," he answered.
"Thursday!"
"That's right. Besides, you still need your sleep so you can finish growing up as beautifully as you've started."
"Aw, Dad…"
"After all, you're only thirteen."
CHAPTER TWO
Les met her at LaGuardia Airport – sort of. He was waiting at the arrival gate, but he wasn't watching for her; he was busy talking intimately with an elegantly dressed and extremely attractive young woman.
The woman nodded past him, towards Amy. Les turned and spotted her. "Amy!"
She ran to him, happy to see her big brother – and surprised. He'd sent a photograph of himself six months before, but it hadn't done him justice. He was tall, powerfully built, handsome, and wore just about the most stylish clothes she'd ever seen on a man. He positively sent chills through her sweet young cunt.
They hugged each other. Amy felt tension course through him as the impudent swell of her precocious tits pressed against his broad, muscular chest.
"Les! You look so – so good!" she half-squealed. A few heads turned to find the source of the words.
Les grinned – more pussy chills – and then returned the compliment, though in somewhat more subdued and cautious tones.
On the way back to Manhattan in the cab, he explained that the woman he'd been talking with was just someone he'd bumped into at the airport. They brought each other up to date on recent events and agreed on what a good thing their father's promotion had been for them.
Back at his apartment on East 36th Street, he showed her into a small room with a pullout couch. "I usually use this as a study," he said. "I hope it'll be comfortable for you."
"Oh, sure, no problem," she said.
The doorbell rang. Les excused himself and returned a moment later with a stunning brunette.
"Amy, this is Roberta. She hates to be called Bobbie. Bobbie has been looking forward to making your acquaintance. She's going to introduce you to the city this afternoon."
Amy frowned. "But aren't you…?"
"I have to get back to work," Les said. "Remember?"
"I thought you said your little sister was going to stay with you?" Roberta said. She had a soft, husky voice. She had a sexy face, sexy tits, sexy little waist, sexy ass, sexy legs, and maybe, sexy fingers.
Amy blushed at the compliment. "You can be generous and say nice things like that," she said. "You're beautiful."
"I see you two are going to get along just fine," Les said. "I'll be back at five-thirty, and we'll all have dinner."
As soon as he was gone, Roberta turned and looked Amy over again, her eyes missing nothing. "You have a beautiful figure," she said. "I'll bet half the boys at home are after you all the time."
Amy blushed again. "Uh, where are we going?"
Roberta shrugged, setting her braless breasts jiggling. She sat on the couch that would later become Amy's bed. "I thought you might have something in mind you'd like to see first. The UN? Museum of Modern Art? Name it."
The two of them talked over the possibilities. Amy waited for Roberta to leave so she could change. Then she realized that the older woman wasn't going to leave. She decided this was no time to get shy and started taking off her clothes. "You must drive the boys crazy!" Roberta said again.