Chapter 9B

Day 14, Sunday continued

Kyra lifted her top to expose her breasts and then donned a bra. "I guess we'd better be seen downstairs."

"Yeah." I moved to the computer and disconnected the controls. "Here you are Mark. I'd better put on a display with Kyra for your folks."

"Beverley isn't our folks," Kyra snapped, "and Michelle's just a brat."

"She can't help what they turned her into." Mark gallantly stood up for their young sister.

"She didn't seem too bad," I cautiously suggested.

"Oh, she can be," Mark was honest. "You haven't seen her when she hasn't gotten her own way. She can mope for days once the screaming has died down."

"Yeah," added Kyra, "now tell him how long it's been since they haven't given in to her at the first hint of an indrawn breath!"

"Okay, I agree she can be a brat."

"Bitch is more like it."

I handed her the other controls. "Come on then, show her up with your driving!"

I met Adam Pringle for the first time when his voice interrupted us as Kyra and Mark raced each other around the lawn.

"Aren't you going to introduce me Kyra?"

Her car came to a halt. We turned and I moved a little away from Kyra. Well I couldn't have moved any closer without removing our clothing. I had been standing behind Kyra with my hands around her "assisting with the controls". I was otherwise behaving properly -- like a young man at his girlfriend's house for only the second time -- but Kyra would rub her butt against my crotch and I might have accidentally rubbed her covered nips as we lifted the controls in front of her chest.

Beverley was watching from well behind us in the shade while Michelle was on the other side of Mark. While we had effectively been chaperoned so such goings on were not expected, Beverley had no doubts that I was Kyra's boyfriend by the time Adam "caught" me cuddling his daughter.

"This is Roger, Dad. From school."

"Hello Roger. How are you?"

"Fine thank you, Mr. Pringle."

"So how come I haven't met you before?"

"I've only been in town for a few weeks."