But then the desire grew even hotter within the quivering teenager, and she found that she had to move to keep it from driving her absolutely crazy. Her body was moving lewdly, her hips undulating in a strange, somehow frightening rhythm that reminded her of the way Dawn's cunt was surging downward in search of hot cock in the next room. The little girl's tits were jerking and swelling with need and she turned her head quickly from side to side, her tongue extended, to lash them with the hot wetness that seemed to excite them so much.

Oh, oh, dear God, what's happening to meeeee? The youngster wondered. How can I stop the terrible fire in my little cunt?

In desperation, Lucinda stopped licking her titties and looked up, hoping for a solution in the next room. She was in luck.

Dawn was screaming in the bedroom, her beautiful head thrown back toward the ceiling, her pussy drilling itself down onto Steve's dick with total abandon. Lucinda caught her breath as she saw the torrents of clear liquid spilling down out of her big sister's convulsively hunching cunt, its thick coating making Steve's big cock shine like a greased pole.

"Coming!" Dawn was murmuring happily over and over again as she jerked up and down like a puppet on a string. "Coming, coming, coming, commmmming!"

A shock wave of realization reverberated through Lucinda as she watched. That was what she needed, the little girl suddenly understood. She needed to come! She vaguely remembered a few of the senior girls in a bullshit session in the locker room at school, rattling on and on about how neat it was to come. Dawn hadn't understood then, but she sure did now.

The fucking stopped in the other room and Lucinda's heart did, too. What if Dawn got up and went back to her own room right away, right through this very bathroom? There was not a prayer for Lucinda if she did. It would take too long to find her pajamas in the dark and get into them, and she didn't dare turn on the light. Running down the hall in the nude, pajamas under her arm, cunt-juice running down her thighs, was also out of the question. Suppose Papa came up to bed just then?