Sherry had never tried to excite him with that unbelievably beautiful body to hers, or had she? Now that hot thoughts of her were filling his mind Randy began to realize that she had always had a strange power over him, began to realize that she' had always made him feel strangely nervous in her presence, at least ever since she had blossomed into the sexy young chick she had so recently become.

He thought of the many times she had wandered

into his room wearing only her panties and a smile, as she had a tendency to do at any hour of the day or night usually to borrow records or tapes or something, or so it had seemed. He thought of the many times she had sauntered down the upstairs hail from her room to the bathroom, a towel draped carelessly over her delicate shoulders, her asscheeks moving naked and lovely just beneath the bottom of the towel, thought of the mysterious smiles she had flashed at him as she passed his open room, thought of the way he had smiled back dumbly, pretending not to notice her near-nakedness. He thought of the many times she had thrown off her clothes down by the river and had coaxed him into doing the same for a bare-assed swim in the moonlight, thought of the times when his cock had stirred beneath the flowing water and he had turned his back to her to bide his erect dick, pulling on his pants quickly after their swim and hoping that she hadn't noticed anything swelling between his legs.

Nudity and casualness about sexuality were perfectly acceptable in the Mitchell house. Randy's parents had taught Randy and his three brothers and three sisters to consider nudity a healthy and natural state. Sex was not something to sweep under the rug and it was quite all right to discuss such matters openly, as long as no lewdness was intended. Walking around the house with a hard-on was quite another matter. And now that he thought of it, sister Sherry had raised a hard-on between his legs on numerous occasions.