"See," a boy's voice came to Judy. "I told you she had hair on her pussy."

Judy looked at Susan's cunt, and then she saw the sparse hairs. They were so golden they were almost invisible.

"I bet your sister don't have hair on her pussy," the first voice said.

"Wanna bet?"

Judy's breath sucked in and her eyes popped wide. The voice was very familiar to her, and she leaned farther to peer around the container.

It was her brother!

Judy's first instinct had been to run, to get away before they caught her spying on them. But then the first boy – still out of Judy's sight – said: "Touch her Susan won't care if you feel it."

Judy heard her brother ask: "Can I, Susan? Can, I touch it?"

"Sure," Susan said, then giggled shyly. "I don't mind."

Judy watched her brother move a finger up and down the slightly puffy lips of Susan's pussy. There was a sudden response between her own slim thighs, a tingling sort of feeling that made her want to touch herself there. She had experienced the same feeling before, but not so strong.

She gasped as her brother's finger moved up and down the slit of Susan's cunt. She heard Susan giggle childishly, and she also saw the perceptible movement of the girl's hips.

"Let's take her panties down," Rick said, his voice strange to Judy. "Let's take her panties down, Robert."

Now Judy knew who the other boy was. Robert and Rick had been close friends for two or three years now, always together.

She watched them pull Susan's panties down, letting them dangle at her spread knees. Susan continued to maintain her posture, her hips arched forward, sweet pussy fully exposed to the two boys. The tingling sensation between Judy's thighs became very strong, and she pressed her legs together, but that only made it burn hotter than ever.

Susan giggled often, her eyes watching the boy's hands as they touched her twat. Now and then she wiggled as if they were tickling her. Judy could almost feel their fingers between her own thighs.