"You still here?" he asked as he came into the room where she waited.

"I wanted to walk with you," she said, smiling at him.

"Aw, Judy," he frowned. "You know I can't walk with my sister. What would the guys think?"

"But Ricky…"

"You don't want me to be a sissy, do you? Those guys will call me one if they see us together. Guys just don't hang around with their sisters."

Once more she felt tears coming to her eyes.

She looked at her brother, her heart filled with love for him. She didn't understand any of this male thing he talked about. Sisters didn't mind being with their brother at least none she knew of. Why did a guy hate to be seen with his sister? It was dumb, stupid, she thought. Judy did not know that boys of her brother's age didn't want anything to do with girls at least most of them. They were wrapped up in boy things, and had no time for girls. But Ricky was different, she felt. She loved him, loved him passionately.

"Now don't start crying," he said.

"I want to walk with you," she replied stubbornly.

"Aw, Judy," he mumbled, not wanting her to cry. He shuffled his feet about on the floor.

She miffed, looking at him through tear-stained eyes. "Ricky," she said in a soft voice. "I'll let the guys peek under my dress. That is, if you want me to."

"You'd really do it? If I walk to school with you, you'll do that?"

She nodded, blushing.

"I'll tell you what," he said, becoming interested now. "You take your panties off first."

"Sure, right now."

Judy lifted her skirt and shoved her panties down. She stepped out of them, holding her pleated skirt about her waist. Rick gazed at his sister's succulent cunt for a moment, then smiled, saying: "Don't wear your panties today."