Her aunt's concern about temptation even extended to what Rebecca was allowed to wear during the day. Not so much what people could see, but what they couldn't see. Like underwear.

Rebecca went to her dresser and pulled out a clean pair of cotton panties. It was hard to really think of them as panties. They were made of thick, white cotton with an especially thick panel in the crotch. They even had very short legs, something like a panty girdle and they completely covered Rebecca from well above her navel to the upper part of her thighs. When she had them on. And she always had to have them on except when sleeping or bathing. Rebecca had the distinct feeling that Lana would've preferred her wearing the damned things to bed too.

This morning Rebecca skinned down the flannel nightwear as usual but something made her stop. She'd caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. This was a definite no-no too, but there was something about the fresh smell of the air blowing though her window and the cry of birds outside that made her feel a little disobedient. The sparse fluff of red hair that didn't come close to hiding her cunt glistened in a narrow band of sunlight from the open window. It shocked her to see that something glistened down there where her outer lips came together. She was damp, slippery. With the flannel top still on, she stood facing her reflection and opened her legs some. Then, as sexily as she could, she rocked her hips and tried to look seductive. The familiar tinge of excitement went through her but it was immediately followed by one of guilt. Still, the temptation to admire herself was very strong. She was growing so fast.

"God, my legs sure are getting long," she whispered, sliding a heel up her shin to her knee and then extending the leg slowly. This time her cuntlips parted with a wet sound and she could see the glistening slickness, the dainty pink surfaces. Rebecca fluffed her thick, red hair and pouted. She knew she couldn't do this any longer. Lana would know somehow. But she'd never felt quite so wired as she was now. Her fingers trembled as she touched the first button of her flannel top. But she undid it anyhow.