The first day, was only mildly frustrating to the little girl. Billy came over shortly after noon, and left the little girl weak and limp from climaxes in just half an hour. Cindy came into the little girl's bedroom after supper, and helped her little sister get off, before going to join John in the garage where they were going to try out the new bed that had just been installed.
The next day was sheer sexual torture for the little girl.
Cindy wasn't able to do much more that help finger her little sister off, in the morning before she and John Stockdale took off for a day of furniture-shopping. Billy called, in the afternoon, and said he wouldn't be able to come over until much later, because he and Marylin were going to go and visit one of her relatives. The day seemed to just drag to the horny little girl.
It seemed that everyone was getting sex but her. She woke up in the morning, and heard her parents "tearing off a piece", as usual. At breakfast, a little later, the casual undress, of the family, that she had hardly noticed before, seemed almost de signed to call attention to the sex she wasn't getting. To see
Cindy, in the dishabille of her bra and panties, snuggling up to her handsome lover, with a wet-spot that stained the older girl's panties, proclaiming that they, at least, were not depriving each other, seemed almost like an affront to the child. Ginny loved her older sister, but she wished that, just this once, until Mike got back from vacation, the older girl would dress "decent".
Ginny knew she wasn't being fair, but it seemed that life wasn't being "fair" to her either. After a bad start, things went downhill.
First, Billy called, to tell the little girl he'd be late.
He assured Ginny that he'd be over if he could. Already it was starting to sound bad. Then, after a quick "hand-job" from her big sister that barely took the edge off, Cindy and John took off shopping. After her father left for work, and her mother went grocery-shopping, Ginny found herself alone in the big house for the first time in almost a year. Ginny tried to watch tele vision, but turned it off when it seemed that there was nothing on but daytime soaps with steamily-suggestive love scenes, and the commercials always showed big handsome men chasing drop-dead gorgeous girls down some beach, where they ended up in a clinch.
Ginny was almost going nuts.
The little girl wandered around the house for a while. She actually stopped, and cleaned up her room, she was that desper ate. About noon-time, Arlene called and asked if Ginny could fix herself a TV dinner for lunch, as she had met an old friend at the store, and the woman had invited her out to lunch at a res taurant.
After the thrill of being in charge of the house started to drag, Ginny found herself nosing around. She poked into her big brother's room, and found his stack of Playboy magazines. For a few minutes, she leafed through them, until the sexy girls, and handsome guys started to get her even more worked up. Ginny started to return the stack to where she got it, when a slimmer magazine slipped out. Ginny picked it up, and was about to slip it back in the pile, when she noticed that the girl on the cover of this magazine wore nothing but a grin, and a face-full of white stringy cum. Her big brother had left a porno magazine stuffed in with the Playboys.
Unable to help herself, the little girl leafed through the skin-magazine. When she came to the picture of a girl who must not have been much older than Cindy, laying on her back, as a big handsome man knelt between her legs, squirting thick slippery ropes of cum into the hole that the girl was holding open with her fingers, Ginny couldn't take it any more. She leaned against the wall, and brought herself off with her fingers. This was not very satisfying, but it brought some relief. Hurriedly, Ginny stuffed her big brother's magazines back where she got them, and left the room, before she got any more frustrated.
Continuing her "poking-around", Ginny found herself in her parent's bedroom. Ginny hadn't been alone in her parent's bedroom for years. Thinking about it, she realized that she must have been only 5, the last time she had been in here alone. That was the last time she had slept with her parents. Ginny vaguely remembered that she used to sleep in her parents bedroom, until she reached the age of 5, and then for some reason, she had stopped, and from then on, she had her own room. "I wonder what brought that thought up?" Ginny asked herself, as she continued her explorations.
Ginny's attention was caught by the rack of books behind the headboard of the bed. If you knew Ginny, this would be no surprise. At the ripe old age of 9, Ginny was already showing signs of becoming a bookworm. Ginny started looking at the books her father kept handy. No porno stuff here, she thought. Her father didn't buy books to look at, when he bought a book, it was to read. Ginny started looking through the titles:
Green Odyssey…something science-fictiony
Stranger in a strange land….more science-fiction.
Asimov's Guide to the Bible?…Funny, religion?
Alice through the looking-glass…Ginny had already read it.
Autobiography of a flea….Ugh! Ginny hated insects.
Lolita, the story of a young girl.This looks interesting.
Ginny settled down on the bed to peruse the last book in the string. She liked stories of girls her age, but wondered why her father would read one. Lolita. Funny name for a girl. Ginny thought she remembered hearing the name of that book before, but the reference wouldn't come. Ginny popped a jelly-bean in her mouth from the candy-jar beside the bed, and settled in to read. 15 minutes later, her breath was coming fast, and she had to put the book down. This was a story about a young girl all right. A young girl who seduced her own father! Ginny pushed the book back in the shelf, and grabbed the one next to it.
"Autobiography of a flea. Sounds kind of dry, but I need something to take my mind off sex for a while." She thought to herself. "This ought to turn me off." She opened the book, and started to read. At first, it was kind of sick. Some kind of story about a flea, references to "bloodsuckers", and a young girl named Belle. After a while, it read more like a romance, than a story about fleas. It wasn't until she reached the point where the priest seduces the 14-year-old girl, that Ginny real ized that this book was even hotter than the previous one. She hadn't realized that her daddy was a pervert, when it came to reading material. Still, these did make good reading. The trouble was, Ginny was already so hot she was about to explode, the last thing she needed, was a book to get her more aroused.
Ginny wondered if her father was really interested in young girls. The books he read, seemed to suggest it. Maybe he'd be interested in her, if she acted sexy around him. It had been fun, what they did the other day, but her father had made no further advances to the little girl, so she figured he wasn't interested. Maybe she was wrong. Ginny determined to find out.
Putting the books back, Ginny kept on looking. Wow! A string of videos, some of them obviously X-rated:
Debbie does Dallas…The whole town?
Deep throat…No way!
Taboo II…Taboo? Sounds like a witch-doctor.
Curious, Ginny turned on the bedside TV, and slipped the cartridge into the VCR slot. Somebody had been watching the film, and hadn't rewound it. Ginny was about to push the rewind button when the screen snapped into full color and sound, as the