Yet, even after she'd taken it out of the store and was on her way through the park, she found herself remembering all the details of what Doug had done to her. She was confused and upset. She wasn't in love with her brother, that was for sure. Yet, thinking of how he'd been so sweet when he'd kissed her, remembering how his cock had felt stabbing into her soft, ripe cunt gave Robyn the shivers.

"I don't know how to feel," she murmured to herself. She knew she didn't want to return home quite yet. She had to think things out. She had to come to some sort of decision about what to do. Her life just couldn't go on as if nothing had happened, could it? She turned up Main Street and headed toward her friend Julie's house. Julie was about her own age and she had a brother too. Robyn wondered if she dared confess to her best friend. Would Julie understand? Most important, could Julie keep the awful secret?

She knocked on the door, but when no one came, Robyn went around back. The kitchen screen was open, so she went in, calling Julie's name. Since her friend's parents both worked, she guessed that Julie was in her room. There was a long hallway and Julie's bedroom was near the end. Robyn started down it. That was when she heard a soft moan and a bed jiggling.

Robyn pressed herself against the wall, her head spinning. The sound she'd heard had been too much like the moans Doug had given when he'd come on her belly. It made her nervous. She almost turned and left the house. When the moan came again, she heard something else too. Something wet and slick. Sucking noises.

"Ohhhhh, Julie, you're doing it perfect!"

Robyn couldn't leave now. Her cunt was throbbing against the crotch-band of her jogging shorts. She began to creep along the hall, getting closer to the bedroom where the sounds were coming from. The door was open a few inches, just enough for Robyn to look in.