Before Kathy knew it, Robert had shot his hand out and lifted her skirt. It went all the way to her waist. Before she could shove it down, Robert and Cindy took a long peek at her. She was wearing bikini panties, with a lot of lace, and they were almost transparent. The curls of her cunt were easily seen.

"Her pussy has black hair, too," Robert said to his sister. "Look, she's sure got a lot of hair on her cunt."

Kathy finally got her skirt down. She glared at the boy. She wasn't much older than they were, but she began to understand why they needed someone to stay with them while their parents went out.

"I should slap your face for that," she said, anger in her voice.

"But you won't," he challenged.

"Why won't I?"

He grabbed his crotch, cupping his cock and balls. "Because if you slap me, I won't let you have any cock, that's why!"

Kathy flushed with humiliation. She turned away from the boy to conceal her red face. She walked to the couch and sat down, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She saw, from the corners other eyes, Robert take his sister's hand and pull her from the room. When they returned, he was wearing a loincloth and an Indian headband. Cindy was wearing some kind of fringed dress. They whooped and chanted about the room, and since they didn't seem interested in her at the moment, she began to relax. Perhaps, she thought, it had only been a game he had played with her. She had not liked it when he unexpectedly lifted her skirt, but maybe that had been part of his game.

When they had pulled a chair into the living room and begged her to play with them, both so innocent-sounding and sincere, she agreed. They wanted her to pretend she had been captured by them, and now she, was tied to the stake as they stomped and war-chanted, dancing about the chair.

At first, Kathy tried to get loose, but she had given up the struggle, hoping they would tire of the game.