Peggy was not in a depression, not really. She was simply tormented by her sexual feelings and the shame she felt, of the hatred her parents would have for her if they knew what went on in her erotic mind. She felt she wasn't old enough to be fucking, but her cunt told her different.

Peggy had been shocked to find that she was eyeing her brother Robert the past two weeks. She had been watching the front of his pants constantly, wishing desperately to see his cock, see it become hard, outlined against his pants. Then she had been further shocked one evening to discover she had been gazing at the front of her father's pants. She was certain her mother had caught her doing that. Anyway, her mother had given her an odd look.

Peggy twisted her hips, pressing her cunt into the pad of the lounge chair. She wanted to jump to her feet, rip her bikini bottom off and shout as loud as she could: "Goddamn it, I want a hard cock, you sonsofbitches! Won't somebody fuck my hot cunt!"

But of course she couldn't do that. The neighbors would hear, and she knew her brother, was in the garage, working on his model airplanes. She thought of Robert. He was two years older than her. She wondered if he had ever fucked a girl. She wondered if he wanted a cunt as much as she wanted a cock. She would bet anything her brother jacked off, just as she fingerfucked her cunt two or three times a day. Sometimes Peggy would thrust her finger into her pussy until her cunt was almost raw, coming and coming and coming.

She felt a presence near her. When she turned her head, Robert was sitting in one of the chairs near hers. Immediately Peggy's eyes went to the front of his cut-off jeans. She thought she could see his cock outlined there, but with her overactive erotic mind, she wasn't certain. But what she was certain of was that Robert seemed to be gazing steadily at either her thighs, or else at the swell of her cute ass cheeks.