But gosh if he ever found out that she thought such things about him, there would be the devil to pay!

She cupped her, rounded young breasts softly in her hands and knocked away the sheet, sitting up so that she could look at herself in the mirror over her dresser, her long blonde hair falling away in back of her.

If daddy ever saw her like this, she'd bet that he'd want her as much as she always wanted him in her dreams. Ah, but what was the use of dreaming! Was it her fault that she was so sexed up? No, if cousin Ronald hadn't started her thinking about it, she probably would never have started playing with herself and thinking about daddy. So it really wasn't her fault.

But on the other hand, what could she do about it? Was there no way to turn back the tide, turn the clock around and go back to her former innocence, when she would never have dreamed of playing with herself?

No, it was useless. But why had she been thinking of Brute?

And the way she had been thinking of him… no, it didn't bear thinking about.

She swung her long slender legs over the side of the bed, jumped up and started getting ready for school.

June had an elaborate ritual that she followed when getting ready for school, and not a small part of it was snatching glimpses of herself in the numerous mirrors that she had placed strategically about the room.

She had such perfectly shaped breasts, she thought all the girls at school were jealous of her – and she never tired of glancing at them, watching them jiggle sexily as she moved, nothing their clever uplift and voluptuous firmness, and the way her strawberry-hued nipples would harden and lift in the merest breeze.

Then there were her shapely hourglass hips beneath an almost non-existent waist with the flattest of tummies, and the long, smooth legs which she kept hairless by sneaking off with mommy's little razor every so often. She also had a bit of golden fleece in her armpits, but this was easily taken care of, too. All her hair was golden and very fine. It didn't grow fast enough to warrant shaving or cutting very often, and probably she needn't have bothered, Still, she liked to look and feel nice and clean.