Jerry grinned broadly. "You'll what, little girl? Tell Mom? Tell her what? That you were standing there playing with your little titties?"

Julie blushed again, lowered her eyes.

"Hey, little sister! Maybe I'll be the one to tell! How would you like that, huh? Maybe I'll tell Mom what I just saw you doing to yourself! Shall I do that?"

Jerry moved further into Julie's bedroom, reaching out behind him to push the door shut. "Hey kid! Answer me! Shall I tell Mom what I saw you doing just now?"

Julie was backing away from him. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth dropped open.

"No, Jerry," she said very quietly.

Jerry stopped right in front of her. His lower chest pressed against the front of her blouse. Julie swayed backward a bit to avoid his touch. She kept her eyes lowered.

"'No, Jerry'?" he asked. He put his thumb under his chin and jabbed upward, forcing her face up.

Julie had been trained from birth to obey the men in her life. Her mother never gave her father the slightest hint of backtalk, and often Julie had heard her mother crying in the bedroom after her father had stormed out to the kitchen for another beer. "Jerry, please don't."

Jerry grinned down at the little girl. "Don't what, kid? I haven't done anything to you."

Julie gulped, but it hurt her throat from the position she was being forced to hold. Her eyes wide, she watched her brother's face. He was obviously considering his position with her. Just how much could he get away with, in this situation?

"It's almost time to go, Jerry," she said with difficulty.

He lifted his other hand and checked the time.

"You're right. It is," he said. Then he added, with a snort: "Almost!"

Julie sighed and closed her eyes, turned her head so that her brother's thumb wasn't shoved up under her soft chin flesh.

"You know, Julie, I wasn't too happy about taking you and your boyfriend to the drive-in tonight. I mean, I had some pretty nice plans for Ellen and me. Now you're ruined those plans, and I think you ought to… well… offer some sort of… let's call it 'compensation'… don't you?"