"Why are you saying that to me," Shari asked again, shivering suddenly.

"We wanna have a look at your pussy," Sandra said, bluntly. "And you better let us see it or…"

"We'll tear your clothes off," David finished for his sister. "You don't want us to do that, do you, Shari?"

Shari could not understand this strange sensation in her body. She felt hot, like some boiling liquid was gurgling in the pit of her stomach. Also, there was a throb between her thighs, and her knees felt weak.

"Show her your cock, David," Shari heard Sandra say. "Show her your cock and maybe she'll get excited and take her panties off."

"Sandra," Shari said, surprised. "Shame on you."

"Aw, you think you're such a goody-goody, don't you, Shari?" David said, sneering. "Sandra can say 'cock' all she wants. If you don't like it, you can shove it up your ass!"

"Make her show it to us, David!" Sandra said, her voice excited. "Make Shari show us her cunt!"

Shari saw David and Mike start toward her. "You better leave me alone!" she said, angry. "If you do anything to me, I'll scream!"

"Go ahead," Mike said. "We don't care."

Shari knew no one would hear her if she screamed. They were deep in the grove, and the nearest house was at least three hundred yards away. She backed from them, holding her hands up. Oddly enough, she didn't feel any fear of them. But she certainly didn't understand the unusual feeling between her thighs. She had never felt this feeling before, but it sure felt good.

Shari turned and started to dart away, but both Mike and David were too fast for her. They grabbed her and held her arms behind her back. Shari struggled, but they held her too tightly.