Mom looked at me and smiled. “Meet your new baby sister,” she told me. She sounded so meek, but the child had my interest now. As soon as I reached out to touch the baby with one finger, she reached back and cooed contentedly. Mom smiled at the sight and whispered to me.

“Her name is Kari.”

From then on, if anybody wanted to bother her, they would answer to me! A lot of people did try to bother her throughout school. She was the girl in grade school all the boys would pick on so their friends wouldn’t tease them for having a crush on her. In junior high, those same friends hit on her relentlessly. I got in a lot of fights and a lot of suspensions for her, but I don’t regret it. Not only was I sticking up for my little sister, I also got to defend a pretty girl in distress.

Yes, I would call her a pretty girl. So would you, if you ever saw her. Strawberry-blonde hair that she usually kept straight with one of those arch things girls put in their hair sometimes, blue eyes and, ever since she turned twelve, nice breasts. Not that I was checking her out at twelve, of course, but when you’re around someone all the time, eventually you will notice things like that. When she was twelve, I thought she had potential to be gorgeous. Now that she was sixteen, she had proven me right. Those breasts had since grown from little bumps into lovely mounds, shaped very nice. I know because she often sends me pictures of herself whenever anything happens to her, good or bad. The good times made me want to share them with her and the bad times made me wish I could still protect her.

But I couldn’t anymore. I hit twenty-one years old and decided it was time to go make my mark on the world. And to do that with any of the skills I had, I had to leave the state. Kari cried the day I left, which was heartbreaking, but I promised her I would come back as often as I could. She still cried but she let me out of the surprisingly strong bear hug she’d been using to keep me from getting in my car. She e-mails me several times a day, often when her teachers say she shouldn’t.

Today is Kari’s first day at a new school. The one she went to before was the target of an arsonist thats been hitting this town lately. That or someone had insured the building recently. In any case, the first day of her previous schools were never easy for my sister. The boys hit on her, the girls instantly became bitter toward her for not wanting the attention they would have killed for and teachers would make her introduce herself in front of everyone, something she hated to do. Kari never did come to enjoy being the center of anyone’s attention since it usually wasn’t a good kind of attention that people paid her. Today she e-mailed me, saying she was scared and that she wished I was there with her. I didn’t tell her, but I got the e-mail on a plane on my way there. I couldn’t very well miss my dear sister’s second first day of high school, could I?

My sister’s e-mails aren’t always what you’d call sisterly. Whenever I mention that the girls here aren’t biting, her reply always comes back with “If only we weren’t family”, and later “If only you weren’t so far away”. And when I do find a girl for the night or a few months, her jealousy is obvious even though the internet. Once she actually told me that she would be a better girlfriend than the one I was with at the time. She may be right, since that bitch ditched me for a guy with a yacht a month later.
Kari tells me that she’s never had a boyfriend and that she isn’t interested in any of the guys at school. When I ask what kind of guy she likes, she says simply “a guy like you”. That message came back with an attachment of her kissing the camera.

Speaking of attachments, a month after I left, Kari had her eyes checked and it turned out she needed glasses. Having always been so open with her, it was no secret to Kari that I like girls with glasses. My first girlfriend had them, which was partly why I approached in the first place. Anyway, when Kari got them, she sent me a picture of herself in them, which I said looked cute. Barely fifteen minutes later, another set of attachments came featuring her in her glasses and various outfits, most very revealing. How revealing, you ask? Well, lets just say that since she was fourteen at the time, I was very lucky nobody with law enforcement saw them.

But enough about that. The plane had landed, the rental car had brought me to the house I grew up in and the time was 3:45. Kari would be home any minute, expecting an empty house (mom got a new job which turned Kari into a latchkey kid). Won’t she be surprised.

Kari’s car, a beater that had me thinking about everything from thermal breakdown to locking brakes soon as I saw it, pulled in the driveway less than five minutes after I had gotten there. I hid behind a chair and opened the front door. She opened it, looking confused and cautious. “He-…hello?” She sounded more than nervous, meaning the joke was over. I stood up and she dropped her bag. Kari vaulted effortlessly over the ottoman between us, landed against my chest and wrapped her arms and legs around me on impact. She’s a light girl so it didn’t hurt or anything, but it did knock me back against the wall. Thats ok, I thought. If she was that happy to see me, I could endure a non-painful push back. I put my arms around her and she rubbed her cheek on my shoulder and face affectionately.

“So,” I said, soundly ludicrously casual considering. “How was your day?”

“Best of my life,” she sighed.

Part two: I love my big brother!!

For as long as I’ve been alive, I’ve loved my big brother. What’s that? “Every sister in the world says that,” you say? Well, I’m a little different.

Matt, my brother, has always been so cool. He would show me all kinds of interesting things when we were kids, like the woods behind the elementary school I went to and this really cool view of the city from up on a hill. I think that was when my love became different from other little sisters’. What girl could help but melt and fall for the guy who showed her her first sunset while he held her hand? He taught me all the little things, too, like how to tie shoes and stuff. When some boy would pick on me, he always came to help me, like a superhero.

He was so amazing, I wanted to be just like him. Or I did when I was really young. But ever since I was like six, I didn’t want to be him, I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to love me like I loved him, not just as a sister. It wouldn’t happen, of course. I’m too realistic to think he would ever seriously date me, but as long as I could daydream, in one place at least, we were a couple.

When he told me and mom and dad that he was going to become an actor, I had absolute confidence he would succeed, though now I can’t help but wonder if he would have stayed in this town with me if I hadn’t said so. That didn’t matter. I could never tell him something like that just so I could see him everyday. Acting was his happiness, and he needed to go after it.

I’ve never cried more than I did the day he left. Not after falling out of a tree, not when they shot Bambi’s mother, not ever. I think it was because for those times, he was there for me and when he left, he wouldn’t be anymore.

When Matt said he wanted to be an actor, what he meant was that he wanted to do voices in cartoons. And Matt, being the talented man he is, got jobs at two major studios his first year, something he says is a miracle in the business. I expected nothing less from him. The voices he used when he read to me were incredible. Even though the shows he’s on aren’t very funny, I never miss a minute of them and I even saved up to buy one on DVD. He thanked me for the seven cents he got from it.

Now, I don’t care how much like monkeys you consider the boys around you, when you’re a fourteen year old girl, you’ve got love and sex on your mind. I know I did. Not only that, you’re interested in your new more mature body and you want a special man to be interested in it too, right? I’m a little embarrassed to tell you this, but when I got these glasses, I sent a pic to Matt and guess what he said? He said they looked cute on me! I guess I got excited because I sent him like twenty more pics and some of them were pretty R-rated. I didn’t show him my boobs or anything, but pretty close in some of them. I can’t believe I’m saying this in writing, but I kinda hoped he was jacking off to me. You can’t imagine my disappointment when he only briefly mentioned how ”cute” they all were.

Even if he wasn’t ogling me, thinking about him doing it led me to my first sexual arousal, then my first time playing with myself. I thought about Matt, alone in his apartment looking through the pics I sent him, masturbating while imagining he was having sex with me. I wasn’t entirely sure what a man’s stuff looked like then, I’m still not really, but just the thought of him thinking that was too exciting not to act on. Dad came home before I could climax, though. Someone always does. Did they bug my room or what?

Today I had to go to a new school since someone torched the one I used to go to. Just when I was in a comfortable loner’s niche, I have to re-establish myself as the girl who isn’t interested in anyone there romantically. The day dragged and every single one of the teachers made me introduce myself. Apparently the boys in my classes have never seen a girl who was uncomfortable in front of so many people, because they either thought I was weak or adorable for blushing. Can’t I just be shy when twenty or thirty people are gawking at me like anyone else? I have never been come on to more than I was today, and I may have only been more embarrassed when I sent Matt those glasses pics, but at least that felt good too. Today was just miserable. The only thing worse is knowing it’ll happen again tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next…ugh!

Where are you, Matt? I need you today.

My car, which I’ve affectionately started calling God’s Gift to Mechanics, managed to get me home again, despite it’s best efforts to die on me many, many times.

Oh my God. The door is open and mom and dad are at work. Plus they never leave the door hanging open like that. Maybe…uh, maybe they called an exterminator or something. I go in. I’m so scared. The only thing I’ve got to fight someone off with is my bookbag, and it isn’t that heavy. I wish I was strong like Matt. If I was, I would never be afraid of anything. Matt, if you can hear me, please…

He heard me. Matt is here, in the house. He’s really here! Everything but him is a blur and he’s coming closer. It seems like it takes forever, but now I’m hanging on Matt, my big brother and he’s hugging me back! I feel safe again. I feel so happy, it’s like the rest of the day never happened!

“So, how was your day,” he asks me.

With my cheek on him and with him holding me like he used to, it’s the…

“Best of my life.”

Eventually, I let my feet touch the floor and lean back to look at him (and to let him look at me, which he does!). I don’t know how, but I managed to not kiss him right there. “How long are you going to stay this time,” I ask him, hoping he’ll say something like ‘just long enough for you to pack because I want you to come live with me’.

“Why, are you sick of me already?”

“Of course not,” I kinda gasp. “Can’t you tell how happy I am you’re here? Or do you need me to take my shirt off and show you how excited I am?” Oh my God, I just came on to my brother! I hope he says yes…

“Uh, no, that won’t be necessary. I believe you.” The way he stutters when he says it gives me hope. “I’ll be here until Monday.” Oh, I forgot to tell you. Today is Thursday. Which means I have three days plus tonight to convince him to stay with me or me to stay with him. And while I’m at it, I should find out if he’s attracted to me. I’m sixteen now, so I’m legal, so if he is I can try to get him in bed without worrying about it being illegal.

Suddenly, I feel very wet.

Part Three: My little sister loves me

Kari looks a little distracted since I told her I’d be here until Monday, so I ask her ‘’something on your mind”. She opens her mouth to say something, turns beet-red and shakes her head. I shrug and hug her again. Her body is soft and smells feminine, so you can hardly blame me for keeping her close for a little longer than planned. She didn’t mind. in fact, she looked a little unsatisfied that I’d let her go when I did.

We sat down on the couch. More accurately, I sat on the couch. Kari sat on my lap sideways. One of her breasts was right in front of my face, so close that, if I thought she wouldn’t scream and slap me, I could have licked it without moving my head at all. Maybe she wouldn’t. She did seem to be moving herself so that every few seconds, her closest breast would touch my face. It would be so easy to start sucking it…

No. She was my sister and if I tried that, she would hate me. I held myself back from what I was thinking about doing.

Kari and I caught up with each other until mom and dad came home, and I repeated the story for them, along with Kari’s occasional “Isn’t that cool?”. My parents married at thirty, so by now they were old enough to be tired right after work and they went to sleep fairly soon. Then it was just Kari and I, which seemed to make her very happy. She turned on the TV to a digital music channel, an R&B channel. A song I hadn’t heard before came on in which every other word was “kiss”. Kari looked like she had something she wanted to say to me, but like she was stopping herself just before it got out. After the song ended, she let out an audible breath and looked at me.

“Big brother? What…what’s it like to kiss someone?” She blurted it out. This must have been what she wanted to say before.

“You’ve kissed mom and dad, right?”

“Not like that,” she said. “I mean a real kiss. The kind of kiss you used to give your girlfriends.”

“Oh,” I said, a little nervous. The way she was looking at me reminded me a lot of how a girl would look at me when she wanted taken. “Well, I really wouldn’t know how to describe kissing a guy. You do like guys, I assume?”

She lay her hand on mine and said a very soft “yes”. Her lips quivered slightly and her eyes were slowly closing. No mistaking it, this was a “kiss me” face. My sweet little sister wanted me to show her what a kiss was like, not just tell her. She continued in a very soft and pleading voice. “Will you give me my first kiss, big brother?”

I couldn’t say no. My hand caressed the side of her face and our lips met. She tasted sweet, but felt shaky. Her skin felt burning hot on mine. I could feel the air coming in and out of her nose rapidly and in short, almost panicking breaths. I honestly couldn’t tell if she was really turned on or afraid.

Surprisingly, she pulled back first. She was breathing hard and was looking at me like that kiss wasn’t nearly enough. “I can’t hold it in anymore, big brother! I love you! I don’t mean like a sister, I love you like…like love-love!” As she finished saying this, she pulled her skirt up, her face darkening as more leg was revealed, until she was showing me her panties, white cotton and damp. “I need to tell you something else,” she said as I could only stare at her face and then her panties. “I could always hear you having sex with your girlfriends, and I wanted it to be with me instead. I was too young to know exactly what was happening at the time, but I knew you were both being intimate together. I wanted to feel that way with you. I still want that, and I’m not a kid anymore. I want to have sex with you, Matt.” No matter how obvious it had been made in the words that had led up to it, to hear her say “I want to have sex with you” was still a bit shocking. I hesitated and Kari cupped my hand in hers. “You’ve always been there for me. Please, be here for me now.”

Part Four: My little sister/big brother lusts for me!

This was all so sudden. I had only been here a few hours and my sister was pleading with me for sex after asking me to kiss her. Her eyes were teetering between joy and tears, maybe so whatever I answered could be shown quicker.

“Please, be here for me now.”

“Thats fighting dirty,” I whispered as I kissed her again. This time, she was closer to calm. Her breathing started erratic like last time, but I kissed her long enough for her to even it out.

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My big brother was finally kissing me, and my wildest, best fantasies couldn’t even try to compare! As the kiss went on, I felt less like a scared junior high girl and more like…well, like a woman. The kiss felt so natural and right. When I told my friend about the pics I’d sent Matt, she acted disgusted and said I was into incest. I’d never heard that word before, but it sounded like a bad thing. Well, I know what it means now, and she was wrong. It didn’t feel dirty or wrong or like a sin. I love my brother and now it at least feels like he loves me too.

What could be wrong about that?

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Kari was becoming more active in the kiss, stroking my shoulders with small delicate hands and subtly moving forward so it took me by surprise to feel soft weight on my lap.

However, after a moment of kissing this way, she again separated our lips. “I want to show you these.” She took a deep breath and lifted her top, showing her white cotton bra. Her breasts looked so soft, I wanted to reach up and free them from their cloth prison. Kari looked nervous.

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I looked down self-consciously at my chest. I wish I had bigger boobs. I wish I had known Matt was coming so I could have worn a sexier bra instead of this boring white one. It isn’t even lacy or have designs on it or anything. He didn’t like it, I knew it. He was staring at it, not saying anything.

Then he touched me! His hand came up slowly and he put it on one of my boobs! I gasped and I think my back might have arched a little, I’m not sure. I was too occupied with Matt’s hand on me. It felt so strong, but was playing with me so gently.

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“Why hold back,” I asked myself. Kari wanted this and I wasn’t exactly against it myself. My hand touched her breast, which made her gasp and arch her back in a way that pressed it against my palm. She smiled and her hips started rocking very slightly. I don’t think she even realized she was doing it, but I sure as hell did. Feeling her wet and getting wetter panties moving back and forth on my dick under my pants was impossible to ignore.

My free hand slid up her back to the hooks of her bra. Even I was surprised at how fast they came undone and her bra fell halfway off of her body. She made no effort at all to catch it and in fact pulled it off the rest of the way.

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I suddenly became aware that I had started moving my hips when I felt something moving under me. At first I couldn’t tell what it was, but it dawned on me soon enough.

My hips were grinding on my brother’s lap and it was giving him an erection! He likes it! I was so happy, but before I could do anything with it, his fingers went up my back, making me shiver in pleasure. Suddenly my bra was loose. He must have undone it while I was shivering. I was so glad to be rid of the ugly thing, I shucked it off without thinking that now he could see my boobs.

I sat on him perfectly still as I waited for what he would do next. I gasped and this time I know I arched my back when he kissed my nipple and then started sucking on it! I heard myself moan quietly.

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I took Kari’s breast between my lips and used them and my tongue to stimulate it. She responded with a soft moan and by pushing it against my face more. She became more and more vocal, moaning at first, then gasping and finally using words.

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It felt so amazing! I tried for maybe five minutes to tell him how much I loved it, and even after that all I could say was “yes…yes…I love it…oh, big brother!”

Once the words started, they came out easy. Maybe too easy. I started telling him how I loved him and always looked up to him and things like that, which was fine. But then, I said something I didn’t plan on saying.

“Oh, big brother…let your little sister suck you too.”

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I stopped tasting her breasts and pulled my head back. Hearing her say that made me almost fully hard and I know she felt it from her gasp and smile. Kari climbed off my lap and got down on the floor in front of me. Very gently, or maybe nervously, she unzipped my pants and was utterly stunned when my mostly hard cock sprung out.

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His thing was huge! I looked it up and down in amazement. “D-do I…what do I do?”

“Huh?”

“To…suck it…”

He told me to wrap my lips around it and move my head a certain way, which I did. His response was both immediate and, from the sound of it, overwhelmingly good! That made me confident in what I was doing, and I took more of it into my mouth. I felt so proud to be pleasuring him so much. I felt something tickle my panties in a very nice way and soon I was making the same sounds as Matt.

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Kari was surprisingly good at sucking dick for having only moments ago asked how to do it. She made me feel so good, I couldn’t keep all the pleasure for myself. Unfortunately, from where I was, all I could do was rub her with my big toe, but she loved it. She moved herself around until she found a spot that felt the best (I knew it was her clit, but I don’t think she knew it, since she had to search for it) and ground on it, moaning and breathing hard through her nose as she sucked me faster and deeper.

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I love sucking my big brother’s thing, but I loved his toe on me even more! There was this little kinda thing that when his toe touched it, I felt like I did just before mom or dad got home and stopped me from finishing my fantasy. The pleasure was immense, almost too much to handle! I was glad I had “something” in my mouth to keep me from being too loud.

My whole body started to feel strange, like being nervous, but in a good way! My pussy was moving on it’s own and…I……felt……ohmygod…!!!

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Kari felt like she was gasping, moaning and screaming all at the same time. From how wet her panties got and how fast they got that way, I realized that she was cumming. She played with her breasts to heighten the pleasure, and the sight and feelings were making me not so far behind with my own orgasm.

“I’m…oh, fuck…!!…Kari, I’m gonna cum….!!”

“What?”

“I’m gonna ejaculate!”

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“Oh.” I must have been good at sucking him because he was about to climax too! That meant he was going to shoot sperm out, didn’t it? What was I going to do with it? What could I do with it to prove I wanted to be his forever, not just tonight?

Then I knew.

I sucked him again, bracing myself for what was coming.

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Her reaction proved beyond a doubt that she wanted me to cum in her mouth. Just the idea of shooting my load into my little sister’s mouth, and it being her preference, made it happen.

I threw my head back and then forced it forward so I could watch Kari’s face and breasts as I came hard in her mouth. It shocked her at first, but her eyes closed halfway and she sucked me some more to get it all out. If I weren’t so short-sighted, I would have tried to hold some back for another round, but instead I gave her all I had to give. It felt like a pint.

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Matt groaned and then something started shooting out hard into my mouth. I thought he was peeing at first, but once I realized I’d made him climax, I just wanted more. It felt like there was a pint of it and that wasn’t enough. It tasted vaguely of….something sweet and familiar, but I couldn’t picture it. But the taste wasn’t important. What mattered to me was that the hot fluid he was giving me was undeniable proof that I had had a form of sex with him and that he had enjoyed it!

Besides, I loved it! There was something so…profoundly good about my big brother ejaculating in my mouth, I knew I needed him to do it again and again and again! Even as he ejaculated now, I kept trying to get more out of him. For a long time, he gave me what I wanted, what I had only just had for the first time but was instantly addicted to. I swallowed every gush eagerly, hoping there would be two gushes to replace it. He didn’t ask me to, but he didn’t need to. I wanted to swallow it.

But, like all good things, it ended. He stopped shooting it, then stopped oozing it and dripping it. He was out of sperm, or close to it. I gulped down the last of it, crawled up next to him and lay my head on his chest.

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Seeing Kari swallow my cum in big gulps without me asking her to just made more come out of me, which she seemed more than happy to receive.

Once I gave her all of it, she wiped her mouth and sat next to me with her head on my chest. I held her and she hugged me.

“I love you, big brother.”

“I love you too, little sister.”

“Will you take me tomorrow?”

“Take you as in….take you?”

“Mm-hmm. Take me to bed and make love to me.”

“Is that really what you want?”

“More than anything in the world.” She kissed my cheek.

“Yes. If you still want that tomorrow night, I’ll make love to you.”

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I was ecstatic! He promised he would, and my big brother never breaks his promises! I kissed him and cuddled with him until I fell asleep.

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Kari fell asleep on me, which was very nice. I always enjoyed cuddling with girls after sex, and would have liked to fall asleep with her, but mom or dad would be down before we woke up, and if they caught Kari topless and me with my dick out, it would be very very bad.

I got me and Kari’s naughty bits covered up (Kari sighed and smiled as I dressed her, muttering “Matt…” in her sleep. God, she’s cute!) and let myself drift into sleep with her.

To be continued…

Wednesday afternoon. Hump day was finally coming to a close. What a crappy day. What a crappy week. Only two more days until the weekend, but there was nothing to look forward to. Our separation had officially happened last Friday. Truth be told, it happened long before that, but Friday made it official. She’d taken our three year-old daughter, Abby, and moved in with her parents. I sighed as I checked my office planner one last time before leaving the office. Hmm…I’d forgotten to call the babysitter to cancel for this coming Friday night. Might as well delete her number from my phone list. With Abby gone, I’d never need to line up a babysitter again. I locked up my office and drove home to my empty house.

The week continued to creep by. Finally, Friday came and ended. Sitting in the afternoon traffic, I reflected on the past few years, and what had gone wrong. My wife had never been a wildcat in bed to begin with, but after Abby was born, her sex drive had gone from tolerant, to begrudging, to non-existent. She retreated into a shell of depression. Several times I had tried to find out why, and each time I was met with disdain and rejection. Soon after, I had just resigned myself to a life without sexual contact. Up to now, I’d never had an affair, and the idea of a soliciting a prostitute didn’t excite me all that much. I actually missed the romance more than the sex. Jack, I thought to myself, how did everything get so screwed up?

I continued, lost in thought, until I pulled into the driveway. I found a note on the counter, saying that my soon-to-be ex-wife had been there, taking some more of her things, but that she left some of Abby’s toys for when I would have her on the weekends. I felt sad that I wouldn’t be seeing Abby every day, but she would never benefit from her parents staying together under these circumstances.

I decided that maybe some activity might take my mind off things. It wasn’t helping things to sit around and mope all weekend. I made a decision that she wasn’t going to steal anything else away from me. I was twenty-seven, in decent shape, had been told by my buddy that a few of the girls at the office thought I was hot. I was going out tonight. I was going out, have some fun, damn it! I glanced at the clock: 5:45. I picked up the phone and made a reservation for my favorite restaurant down by the coast. I figured that I’d have a good meal, hit the bars, and see how lucky I might get. Hell, I grinned to myself, I might even get laid! With that decided, I went upstairs to get ready. I laid out some nice clothes, and jumped in the shower.

The hot water was a tonic for me, as I envisioned washing off the remains of a bad relationship. I lathered up my head with shampoo, and the massage from my fingers coupled with the steam did wonders for me. I began to fantasize what might happen later in the evening, and my cock began to harden. I hadn’t had sex for a long time. Standing there fondling my erection, I thought about jacking off, but decided to save my energy just in case I met someone. I turned off the water, pulled open the curtain, and reached for a towel.

“Oh, SHIT! I’m…I’m so sorry, Mr. J!”

My head swung around quickly. Our neighbors’ sixteen year-old daughter Jennifer was standing in the doorway, her hand over her mouth, eyes the size of saucers. I quickly covered myself, but realized too late that she had already seen everything.

“I…I rang the doorbell three times, but no one came,” she stammered. “I went around and knocked on the back door, but no one answered that either.” I noticed her cheeks flushing from embarrassment. “You had asked Jessica to sit for Abby at 6:00, but she wanted to go to the lake with mom and dad. I told her I’d cover for her tonight.”

She kept on, nervously trying to explain away the awkward moment. “The back door was unlocked, so I let myself in. I called out, but I only heard the water running. I thought something might be wrong, so I…but I never meant to…I’m so…so sorry!”

I wrapped the towel around me and cut her off gently. “Don’t worry, it’s all my fault, Jennifer. I totally forgot to call Jessica to tell her we didn’t need a sitter tonight. The dinner party got cancelled, and…well, some other stuff happened this week, and like I said…I just plain forgot”

“Oh,” was all she said, her eyes still fixed on the area jutting out behind my towel. I suddenly took notice of my sixteen-year old neighbor. She had long, brown hair that had been highlighted nicely by the summer sun. Deep green eyes were enhanced by a minimal amount of makeup. She had also filled out quite nicely in the past couple of years. Her breasts had blossomed into softball-size globes that were barely contained by the tight fitting t-shirt she wore. Her cutoff jeans were very short, showing off her long, tanned legs to perfection. She had passed “cute” long ago and went straight to “knockout”.

After a moment, I realized that she was still standing in the doorway, and I was still dripping wet, sporting the remains of an erection, with only a towel wrapped around me. I broke the awkward silence.

“Uh…Jennifer, could you excuse me while I get some clothes on?” That broke her spell, and her eyes jerked back up to meet mine.

“Oh, yeah…sure, Mr. J. I’m really sorry…” She gave me an embarrassed grin, and pulled the door closed. I heard her footsteps quickly retreating down the stairs. I finished toweling off, shaved, put on my clothes and went downstairs. I was surprised to see her still there, sitting at the kitchen counter. She looked up and blushed as I walked in.

“I hope you don’t mind…that is…that I’m still here…I just wanted to say again…I mean, I’m so sorry and all…”

I grinned and held up my hand. “Look, no harm done, and like I said, it was all my fault anyway. Let’s just forget it, ok?”

She looked me over and said, “Looks like you’re going out. Do you still need me to baby-sit?”

I took a deep breath and stared out the back window. I saw Abby’s little swing set, and a few of her toys in the yard. In a shaky voice, I whispered, “No, thanks anyway. Maybe some other time.” She must have sensed something in my voice, because she pressed the matter further.

“Hey, is anything wrong? You look really depressed or something.” I just shrugged, and shook my head, avoiding her gaze.

“You can tell me, if you want. Look, I know I’m just a teenager, but I really am a good listener.” My shoulders sagged a little, but I really DID need to talk to SOMEONE. Another deep sigh, then I relented and told her the whole story.

“Oh, I had no idea…I’m so sorry!” She put her hand on my shoulder. “Is there anything I can do for you? You look like you could really use a friend.”

“Thanks, Jennifer. That’s really sweet of you. Actually, it’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in quite a while.” Suddenly, I found myself venting, confessing, and bearing my soul to this teenaged girl. I poured out my heart, and Jennifer just listened. I finished, and we sat there in silence.

A few moments later, she spoke. “If you don’t mind my asking, where were you going tonight?”

“Oh, just out. I need a change of scenery, you know, to get out of this place.” I left out the part about trying to get laid. Another few moments of silence went passed.

“Were you…meeting anyone, or just going out alone?” she inquired quietly.

“Just by myself. I’ve been out of the dating scene for a while. My address book isn’t quite up to date.” I joked. She smiled, and looked like she wanted to say something, but decided not to. I could see a conflict on her face, then it appeared to resolve itself somehow. She looked up at me with a face full of innocent charm.

“Like I said, my parents decided to go up to the lake house for the weekend. They won’t be back until tomorrow night. So I’m by myself tonight as well. Look if you don’t want to, I’ll understand…but if you just need…you know…someone to…talk to…” Her voice trailed off. I grinned and looked down at her abruptly.

I grinned slightly. “Jennifer, are you asking me to have dinner with you tonight? Look, I’ve got a reservation down the coast a really nice place, and well, if you want to…”

She grabbed my arm with both hands, her green eyes dancing. “I’d love to, Mr. J! I’ve got a new dress that I’ve been dying to…look, give me fifteen minutes to go home and change and I’ll be right back!”

I laughed at her eagerness, but held up my hand. “Whoa, now. What will the neighbors think when they see you running over to my house in your fancy new dress? Better let me drive you over. We don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

She looked embarrassed again. “No problem, Mr. J. I’ve got our garage door opener in my purse. We could pull your car in and that would be a little more…”

“Discreet.” I finished the thought for her.

She flashed me a bashful grin. “Yeah…discreet.”

I finished getting ready, and we went into the garage to get into my car. As I got in, I stole a glance over at her long legs before catching myself. What was I thinking? I was so starved for female companionship; here I was ogling a sixteen year-old girl! We made the short drive to her house, and pulled into the garage. She invited me in, and I sat on the sofa while she went to change. I watched her perfect ass, barely confined by her short-shorts, swaying side to side as she ascended the stairs and disappeared.

After about twenty minutes, I heard her bedroom door open, and footsteps on the stairs. Then first thing I saw were two black satin pumps, followed by the curve of two tanned bare calves. I didn’t see the hemline of the black dress come into view until several inches above her knees were visible. The dress clung tightly to her hips, and then I saw the rest of her body come into view. The dress had a fairly low neckline, not too severe, but enough to compliment her firm breasts to the fullest. Two thin spaghetti-straps held the entire ensemble up, and around her neck was a string of pearls that had probably been robbed from her mother’s jewelry box. She suddenly looked much older than sixteen.

“Wow!” was all I could muster.

She stopped on the stairs and flashed me a dazzling smile. I got up off the sofa, and came to the foot of the steps.

“Jennifer…you look beautiful.”

Blushing again, she led me out the back door, into the garage. I walked around to her side and opened her door for her. Her legs parted as she got in the car. She did her best to keep the dress from riding up her thighs, but it was in vain. Despite my feeble attempt to avert my gaze, I caught a wisp of black lace between her legs. She looked up at me shyly, and it took all my will power to look her in the eyes and smile.

The drive down the coast would be about forty-five minutes. I worried that someone might see us, but I told myself that we were unlikely to run into anyone I knew. We chatted as we drove, talking about my work, her school, new movies, favorite music, and basically everything but my marital troubles. I could tell that she was doing her best to keep my mind off that subject by her upbeat and enthusiastic banter. What was really keeping my mind occupied was the ever-creeping hemline of her dress. It had worked its way almost six inches above her knees, and every time she would turn and face me, I could almost catch a glimpse of her crotch. If she noticed, she didn’t let on, and just kept on talking.

We pulled into the driveway of the restaurant. Again, I moved around to open her door, extended my hand to her, and again was rewarded with a flash of black lace. The valet approached us from behind, and as I turned to hand him the keys, I caught a sly glance from him. I gave him an embarrassed smile. Once again, Jennifer seemed oblivious, and we walked to the entrance. We were seated in one of the darker corner booths. We sat opposite each other, separated by a lone candle burning in the middle of the table. Jennifer looked around in wonderment.

“Wow! This place is so NICE! I feel just like Julia Roberts in ‘Pretty Woman’. Thanks again for asking me to dinner.”

“Well, I’m no Richard Gere, but I still appreciate you going with me. It’s been…well, really good…just to be able to talk to someone.”

“Yeah, I guess things have been really hard for you lately.”

I cracked a wry grin. “No, not lately,”

Blushing, she stammered “Oh, shit…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it to sound like that…I meant…”

I laughed, and held up my hand. “I knew what you meant, and I really shouldn’t have said that to you. It wasn’t something…appropriate…to say to a young lady.”

She grinned. “That’s ok, Mr. J. It was nice to see you smile. It’s a nice one”

“Look, since we ARE having dinner together, I think you should drop the ‘Mr. J’, and just call me Jack, ok? That’s what my friends call me.”

“Okay…Jack…all my friends call me Jen. And you DO have a great smile.”

“Well, Jen, it seems the longer I hang out with you, the more I smile,” I said, breaking into another grin.

“In that case, stick with me and by morning, I’ll have you laughing uncontrollably…” and then she stopped suddenly. The implication, if there was one, hung in the air between us. She flushed slightly, and quickly out the window. I couldn’t read her face to see if she had just made an offhand joke, or…

The waiter appeared and broke the spell. He took our orders, and Jen allowed me to order for her. I chose a nice Napa Valley wine I liked, and he clicked his pen approvingly and moved on. It wasn’t until then that it hit me that she was underage, although it occurred to me that the waiter hadn’t even asked Jen for ID. I looked across at her apologetically.

“Jen, I’m really sorry. I didn’t even think about you being sixteen. I’ll get him back and order you something else…”

She quickly interrupted. “Don’t be silly! Do you think I’ve never had a drink before?” I flashed her a disapproving look, and she responded with an impish grin.

“I’ve raided the bar a time or two when mom and dad have been gone.” Then giggling, she said, “I just think it’s so cool that he didn’t even card me…”

“Well, it probably didn’t cross his mind that he needed to. Speaking strictly as a man, I would have never believed you were only sixteen.” I saw that the compliment struck home, and she beamed a dazzling smile in my direction.

Dinner came, and conversation was light. The food was delicious, as it always was here. The young waiter made several return trips to check on us, although I don’t know if it was to refill our glasses or just to steal glances at Jen. If possible, she looked even more radiant. I was surprised to see her maturely impose a two-glass limit on herself, as did I. We continued chatting, and I was surprised to find how easy it was to talk to her, and how intently she listened. A couple of times I caught myself just gazing at her while she ate. In no time at all, we found that we were finishing dessert.

“Did you have other plans for tonight?” Jen asked tentatively. “You can take me back home if you want. I don’t want to spoil the rest of your evening.”

I dismissed that thought with a wave of my hand. “Forget it,” I chuckled. “I was just going to have dinner here, and maybe hit a club afterwards, but I really don’t feel like that much noise tonight. Actually, if you aren’t in a hurry, I’d…I’d rather just drive around.”

She beamed a smile at me, and then her smile sobered just a little. “Listen…Jack…I really do appreciate the way you’ve treated me tonight. You’re the first grownup to ever talk to me like I’m grownup too, rather than just a kid.”

“Jen, please take this as the compliment it’s meant to be, but it’s really hard for me to remember that you ARE only sixteen. I haven’t enjoyed talking to a woman like this in…well, for a very long time. It’s been very therapeutic for me.”

“Well, in that case, Dr. Jen says she’s full, and we can leave anytime you are ready!” With that, we stood to leave. She excused herself for a trip to the ladies room while I settled the bill. As I finished, she reappeared, and we walked to the door. Snaking her arm around mine, she leaned in and whispered, “Thank you for dinner. It was lovely.”

The valet brought the car around, and I opened the door for her. Again her skirt hiked up, but in the dim light and shadows of the restaurant entrance, I couldn’t quite get another glimpse of black lace. She seemed oblivious to my stare, however, and I closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. We drove back along the coast towards the main road. Looking down from the highway, we could see the beach and the ocean waves illuminated by the full moon. It was a gorgeous view, made all the more so by the profile of Jen’s face against the moonlight. She stared out the window for several minutes.

“Oh, isn’t the view just LOVELY?” she gushed.

“It sure is,” although I knew that we were talking about two different views.

Jen broke my reverie. “Can we stop? I mean…can we go down there? I’d love to take a moonlight walk on the beach.”

“Sure thing.” I pulled over at the next beach access, and drove down the winding road toward the ocean. We found a small parking area and pulled in. I was surprised to see that there weren’t very many cars, as it was a perfect night for an ocean-side stroll. I parked the car, and glanced over as Jen was removing her heels. I removed my socks and shoes, and rolled my cuffs up a little. We got out of the car, and walked towards the path that wound through the trees and down to the sand. We were about halfway down when our hands brushed against each other. She looked over at me shyly, and again reached out hers for mine. I took it, and we resumed walking. I hadn’t felt a moment this magic in a long time. We walked along the surf, warm water lapping at our bare feet. No words were said; none were needed. I suppose we were both enjoying the moment. I have no idea how far we had walked, but eventually Jen spoke up.

“Do you think we should maybe turn back?” I could have walked all night, but I realized that she must be getting tired. We turned and started back, walking even slower, as if prolonging the moment. About halfway back, Jen broke the silence again.

“How long has it been for you?”

I frowned thoughtfully. “Oh, officially it was Sunday, but she’s been living at her mom’s for about…”

Jen stopped and turned to me. She gazed up at me, eyes shining in the moonlight. She took my hand in both of hers. “That’s not what I meant, Jack. I meant, how long has it been since you were…with someone?”

That startled me. “I…that is…I haven’t…I mean, other than my wife…” I stuttered. “Jen, I really don’t think I should be talking about things like that with you…”

She reached a soft hand to my cheek. “You are SO sweet. I know it’s none of my business, but you are such a nice guy. It doesn’t seem fair that she treated you that way.” She turned, and we started to walk again. After a while, she spoke again.

“I’m sorry if I’m so nosy. I just think you are too good a man to sit around and mope. I don’t think…well…I mean…you shouldn’t have any problem finding a girlfriend.”

Without thinking, I found the words escaping my lips. “I doubt that I would find one that I could talk to as easily as you.”

“Oh, Jack…”

She moved to embrace me, pressing her body against me. I tilted her head up gently, and kissed her. Lightly at first, then with mounting intensity, our lips danced together. Her tongue parted my lips, and began to snake its way around mine. Water washed around our ankles, and a soft breeze blew through our hair. She pressed her hips against me a little harder, and my cock began to swell against her belly. I wondered for a moment if she could feel it, and as if to answer my question, she reached behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me harder against her.

After a few minutes, we broke the kiss, totally out of breath. Jen looked around, and seeing no one in sight, took my hand and led me to the tree line. Once there, she turned back to me. Looking up into my eyes, she began to unbuckle my belt. I knew this was wrong, but made no attempt to stop her. I simply ran my hands along her cheek and through her long hair. Once the belt was taken care of, she unbuttoned my pants, and pulled the zipper down. My dick strained against my briefs for release. She placed her fingers on the outside of my shorts, slowly tracing the outline of my manhood. Her eyes never left mine.

“Wow. It’s really hard,” as she continued to stroke me. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my briefs, and pulled them down. My cock caught on the waistband, and popped back up like a diving board once it cleared. That elicited a giggle from Jen. The moonlight fully illuminated my erection, and she moved her hand to touch it. My breathing became ragged as her cool fingertips brushed the hot flesh of my dick. I had never been so hard in my life. She seemed fascinated by the sight, and closing her hand around it, began to stroke me. My head lolled back as I enjoyed the sensation. A drop of precum oozed out, lubricating her hand all the more. I gasped a little, and she grinned at me. She stood, turned away from me, and pulled her dress up over her thighs. She bent over, leaning out to grab a tree in front of her for support. She reached back between her legs and grasped my cock, pulling me gently toward her. There was just enough moonlight to tell that she was no longer wearing panties.

“When did you…uhh…I mean, where did you…?” I stuttered.

“Back at the restaurant, when I went to the ladies room…while you were paying.” She grinned back at me over her shoulder, and opened her legs a little wider.

“You mean you were EXPECTING me to try to…”

She cut me off with her sweet look. “No, Jack…not expecting, more like…hoping.” She wiggled her hips at me. “Fuck me, Jack. I know you need to, I know you want to. It’s ok…I’m not a virgin, you know. I want you to…I really do. I promise I won’t tell anyone. Nobody will ever know…”

I moved forward, grasped her hips with my hands, as she guided my swollen knob between the moist lips of her teenage pussy. Slowly, I impaled myself inside of her, her tight cunt gripping my throbbing member like a moistened vice.

“Oh…oh my…mmm…that’s really nice…” she cooed, and began to slowly hump my dick. I let her set the pace, but soon I began to piston in and out of her. She let out a series of soft moans, and I looked around to make sure we were still alone. I could just make out someone walking on the beach about 50 yards away, but the noise of the waves, coupled with our position in the tree line, made it unlikely that we would be heard or spotted. I picked up the pace of my thrusts, and judging by her noises, she wouldn’t last long. Jen began to pant, slowly at first, then gaining in intensity. My own orgasm began to build, but before I reached the point of no return, she stiffened suddenly, and then her body was racked with shudders. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, and I heard her straining to hold back a cry. She finally went limp in my hands with a strangled moan. I continued a slow attack on her twitching cunt, and was rewarded with a few more small shudders.

“Mmmmmmmm…that was SO good! I’ve never had a…I mean, it’s not my first time, but I never had a boy make me cum…”

I pumped a few more times, and felt my balls tighten, signaling that my orgasm was near. My breathing became ragged. Suddenly, it occurred to me what was about to happen.

“Uhh, Jen…I’m almost there. I didn’t bring a…that is…I don’t have any…”

She moved forward, allowing my cock to slide out of her cunt. Turning around to face me, she sank to her knees. She took my stiff, wet dick in her hand and smiled up at me.

“Don’t worry, Dr. Jen’s gonna take good care of you…”

I looked down, saw her lips part, and she moved forward slightly and engulfed my cock with her mouth. My head swam with the sensation, as her velvety tongue traced patterns on the underside of my dick, while her soft lips sucked me slowly. Her head bobbed slowly up and down my manhood, pausing to lick the tip before plunging back down the shaft with wet sucking noises. I knew that I couldn’t last long; I’d gone too long without sex. I felt the pressure building in my balls, as they ached for release.

“Jen, I can’t hold it much longer…” I gasped.

“Mmm…” was her only reply, but she continued her oral assault.

I felt the sperm racing up my shaft, felt my shaft begin to swell. My chest heaved, and I began to see stars.

“Jen, honey, I mean it…if you don’t stop, I’ll cum in your mouth!”

“Mmm hmm…” she countered, but continued sucking.

At that point, I lost it. My cock twitched, then began to explode in her mouth. My dick sent rope after rope of semen into her warm mouth. I heard a guttural squeal from Jen as the first squirt hit her throat, but her lips never lost their lock on my manhood, nor did her tongue ever stop its erotic dance around my cockhead. I lost count of how many times my dick convulsed, sending wave after wave of sexual pleasure through my body, and spurt after spurt of my semen into her mouth. I came like I had never cum before. I felt my legs grow weak, as my orgasm slowly subsided. Jen continued to slowly fuck my cock with her mouth, until the pleasure was too much for me. I put my hands on her head to stop her. She stopped her motion, but continued to hold my cock head in her mouth, tickling the underside of my glans with her tongue. After a few moments, she looked up at me sweetly. I heard her swallow, and my dick slipped wetly from her lips.

“Oh, god Jen, I shouldn’t have…I mean we…”

She put a finger to my lips, then bent down and carefully pulled my briefs back up. Next she returned my trousers to their original position, albeit with a little sand trapped in them here and there. She took my hand and we started for the car. I opened the door for her again, and she got in. However, this time when her skirt rode up, she paused for a moment, her legs spread for my eyes only. I drank in the sight of her exposed pussy as she reached under the seat for her handbag. Opening it, she reached in and handed me the tiny wisp of black lace.

Jen winked slyly. “I saw you admiring them earlier, so I thought you might like to keep them.”

She moved her other leg into the car, and I closed her door. We drove back home, most of the way in silence. Jen leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. Her hand found its way to my thigh, and she began to trace ever-broadening circular patterns with her fingers. I began to get hard again. She noticed the lump growing in my trousers, and grinned over at me.

“Wow, looks like somebody is ready for more action!”

I smiled sheepishly at her. “Jen, I’m sorry. I can’t help it. It’s been so long for me…”

“I know,” she grinned sweetly. “Really, I don’t mind a bit…I wanted it as bad as you did.”

Suddenly, we were home. I pulled into her driveway, and Jen opened the garage door remotely. I pulled the car in quickly, just in case anyone was out walking and might take notice of us. She closed the garage door behind us, and we just sat in the car, neither wanting the night to be over. She glanced sideways at me in the darkness, a sly smile on her face. “Look, I don’t really want to be here all alone tonight…”

I sighed. “Jen, I’d like nothing better. But you know you can’t stay over at my place. What if your parents called to check on you, but you’re not here to answer the phone? You’d be in BIG trouble…”

She placed her hand on my throbbing erection, and leaned over towards me.

“I wasn’t talking about YOUR place, silly.”

She grabbed the keys from the ignition, and jumped out of the car. She giggled as she walked toward the door. I just sat there in the dark, with a bemused grin on my face. Opening the door to the house, she paused and looked over her shoulder at me, dangling the keys in a taunting fashion. When she saw that I had still not exited the car, she threw the keys into the house and turned to face me with a mock pout on her face. Slipping the thin spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders, she let her dress flutter to the floor. She stood there in the doorway totally nude; her pearls and heels the only surviving articles of clothing. She ran her hands over her breasts, down her flat stomach, and over her pussy. She looked at me demurely.

She giggled again. “Do you think you’ll get in too much trouble if YOUR parents call YOUR house and YOU aren’t there? I mean…I don’t want to get you grounded or anything…” Her eyes danced with mirth. “…but if you want your keys back, you’ll have to come look for them.” She spread her legs slightly and slipped her middle finger into her pussy, grinning at me lustfully.

“If I were you, a good place to start looking for them would probably be upstairs…in my bedroom.” She turned and walked inside, leaving the door wide open. I sat there for a moment, looking at my reflection in the rear-view mirror. Then, with a deep sigh, I got out of the car and followed her inside.

Five dollars an hour seemed like a reasonable sum to Rachel, so she jumped at the chance to pick up the four hours of work. Her new neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Ward, seemed like good people and the three young boys acted disciplined and well-behaved.

Rachel prided herself on being a well-mannered, decent, good girl herself. At the age of 16, she was an honor-roll student with a perfect attendance and not a mark on her scholastic record. She was the pride and joy of her parent’s life. And, even if she did say so herself, she was the best dang babysitter in the whole neighborhood!

“Thanks for staying, Rachel,” Mrs. Ward said as she headed out. “They like hot buttered popcorn, so feed them a snack around eight. Homework comes first and make sure they do it all. I know you’re smart, so help if they need it. Call one of the numbers if you need us. Bye! Bye boys!”

“Bye Mom, bye Dad!” the trio of curly-headed preteen boys shouted and waved. Rachel smiled as she saw firsthand the genuine love which passed between the parents and kids. This was the same kind of love found in her family.

As the front door closed and the boys milled around, Rachel took a good long look at each. For a guy of 12, Justin was what most young girls might call ‘cute’. He was developing muscles and would probably grow into a fine figure of a man someday. There was only one word to describe the look of the 10-year-old twins, Jess and Jeff, and that word was ‘pretty’. Okay, yeah boys are not supposed to be pretty, but these were certainly the prettiest boys Rachel had ever seen!

Rachel was surprised by her attraction to these boys’ superficial looks. Ordinarily boys did not interest her in particular. Oh, she wasn’t a ‘lesbo’ but she certainly avoided grabby-handed, dirty-mined boys if at all she possibly could. This was one young lady who had no boyfriend and was seeking none either!

“Homework time guys,” Rachel announced. “Boys, ‘get er done’ then you can play.”

All three boys sniggered and grinned when this ‘girl’ used a good-ole-boy Southern expression to make her announcement. This may be the very moment when the ice broke and the boys began to endear this young woman to their hearts.

“Rachel, do you know anything about 5th grade English?” Jeff asked. “Jess and me both are having problems. Can you help us?”

Taking the boys hands she led them towards their rooms and books. “Boys, it’s not ‘Jess and me’,” she calmly corrected. “It’s ‘Jess and I are having problems’.”

Jeff chose this moment to let his mischievous side show. “Oh Miss Rachel, I didn’t know that you and Jess were having problems!” he teased. “I’m soooo sorry!”

Impulsively, Rachel grabbed a pillow from a bed and threw it at Jeff. Jess took his brother’s side. Within seconds, a full-blown pillow fight was being fought all around the room. Justin came in with two armloads of extra ammo and the battle raged on. The skirmish ended with a pile of pillows and boys and one disheveled girl tangled in a mess littering the floor.

As Rachel extricated herself from the melee, she was thinking about how fortunate it was that she had dressed in a comfortable terrycloth romper. If the boys had been any older she wouldn’t have worn this because it’s bare shoulders, slim fit, and short length showed off too much of her maturing young female form.

Just as the girl was about to make her escape, a blindly grabbing hand accidentally latched on to the romper at a place near the waist. The boy attached to the hand fell down, but he didn’t lose his grip. Rachel’s strapless, sleeveless elasticized top was pulled down to her belly and her braless breasts tumbled out into view.

The room went deathly quiet. Not one breath was expelled. Not one hair moved. Three pairs of boys’ eyes stared in fascinated wonder at a pair of grapefruit sized and shaped melons hanging in front of them. Each melon was topped with a cherry sized bud surrounded by a ring of pink colored flesh.

Rachel was mortified beyond belief. Exposed in front of her charges! This could be the death of her babysitting career! What should she do? How could she save this day?

Feigning confidence, Rachel lifted her romper top up and, just like it was something she did every day, she gently cupped her breasts and one after the other lay them back inside their terrycloth home. For a hint of a second, this girl could have sworn she saw a look of disappoint in three pairs of boys’ eyes.

Rachel smacked her hands together three times. “Recess is over,” she announced. “Get this room straightened up and get back to your homework!”

(Part One) The twin’s horny curiosity

Having helped make the mess, Rachel helped clean it up. Justin went back to his room. Jess and Jeff finally climbed onto a bed with papers and pencils while their babysitter/teacher sat on the floor and read from a studybook guide.

Rachel became well aware of the fact that from their vantage point above her the boys could stare down into her cleavage. In a way, it was quite flattering. They were little boys having their first ‘turned-on’ experience. What could it hurt? Why, those youngsters wouldn’t know what to do with a real tit if they had one in their hands!

As if reading their babysitter’s challenging mind, Jess and Jeff dropped down on their elbows and bellies in the bed. Their eyes were less that a foot from the cherry-topped boobs they had seen just a few minutes ago. The boys had a whispered conversation with each other.

“Rachel, may we ask you a big, big, big, big, big favor?” they asked in unison. “May we see your…your ‘girls’ again? Just for a few minutes, oh please, please, please!”

Rachel spoke more harshly than she intended to. “You most certainly, MAY NOT!” she exclaimed. “You two are very, very bad boys and you ought to be spanked for your wickedness!”

The mischievous twin boys had the same idea at the very same time. They were so young and innocent that they probably didn’t even know where they got the idea to do it, but both boys stripped their shirts off. They pulled their pants down to their knees then turned their bare asses towards Rachel and said, “Spank us then!”

Before she could form a responsible response in her mind, Rachel’s two hands shot out and each whacked an ass cheek with a stinging blow. “I’ll teach you boys a lesson about teasing girls,” she warned menacingly.

Quick as a whip, Rachel’s hands landed stinging slaps on pristine white little boy ass flesh. The white canvas turned pink then red. Whimpering protests did not deter this babysitter’s determination to meet out justifiable punishment.

When the whimpering became tearful cries, Rachel belatedly realized she had been too harsh. Guilt-ridden and ashamed, this tenderhearted young woman determined that she would make it up to the boys. But, how to do it was the question?

Allowing Mother Nature to guide her, Rachel tenderly massaged the flaming red skin on both asses. As pinkness began returning, the strong-willed girl had hope for redemption. She bent over and kissed the flesh of each boy’s ass repeatedly. Whimpering began again, but this time the whimpers sounded like indications of pleasure.

With Rachel kneeling there on her knees between the two ass-whipped boys on the bed, the mischievous 5th graders did something entirely unexpected. They turned over onto their backs!

Nude from the knees up, Rachel couldn’t help but notice the most obvious feature which defined t

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“The John Bolton nomination has cleared the committee. Larry Flynt has entered the fray. He said he has evidence Bolton bought tickets to a swingers club and forced his wife to have group sex. Today Ted Kennedy said he’s heard enough — he’s voting yes.” –Bill Maher

Sen. Hillary Clinton called for President Bush to begin pulling troops out of Iraq next year. And let me tell you something, when it comes to telling a president when to pull out, no one has more experience than Hillary Clinton.” –Jay Leno

“This is inarguably a failure of leadership from the top of the federal government. Remember when Bill Clinton went out with Monica Lewinsky. That was inarguably a failure of judgment at the top. Democrats had to come out and risk losing credibility if they did not condemn Bill Clinton for his behavior. I believe Republicans are in the same position right now. And I will say this: Hurricane Katrina is George Bush’s Monica Lewinsky. The only difference is that tens of thousands of people weren’t stranded in Monica Lewinsky’s vagina.” –Jon Stewart

“Hillary Clinton is repositioning herself constantly. She is now campaigning against sex and violence in TV shows and video games. She said studies show that children who … are exposed to sexual images are more likely to blow her husband” –Bill Maher

“Jeff Gannon … He is a White House correspondent who has been lobbing softball questions at the president and his press secretary, turns out he is actually a paid escort for wealthy homosexuals. … He actually had two jobs — one obviously was sleazy and shameful and the other was a gay male prostitute. … I think I know what Bush meant now when he said he has a mandate.” –Bill Maher

“The government has announced that Medicare will now cover sexual performance drugs like Viagra. This is part of President Bush’s no erection left behind.” –Jay Leno

“Taking a page from their tsunami playbook, the White House announced today that former presidents Bush and Bill Clinton will head up the fundraising efforts for the hurricane relief. And you know, Bill Clinton is no stranger to this kind of thing. He was once visiting the French Quarter during a hurricane and got blown behind a dumpster.” –Bill Maher

“Republicans say they plan to press for a constitution amendment to ban gay marriage. Because the founding fathers intended gay sex to be very casual. They didn’t want it to be married.” –Craig Ferguson

“Dr. James Dobson, the founder of the conservative Christian organization, Focus on the Family, claimed in a speech Tuesday that the cartoon character SpongeBob Squarepants is gay, and is being used in a pro-homosexual video designed to brainwash kids. And yet he gives that carpet-muncher Dora the Explorer a free ride.” –Tina Fey

“Today in Washington, Governor-elect Arnold Schwarzenegger had lunch with Senator Ted Kennedy. I understand Gloria Allred is now representing the waitress.” —Jay Leno

“It’s Bring Your Daughter to Work Day. This tradition began about 25 years ago down in Washington, D.C. by a quick-thinking Ted Kennedy who was spotted leaving his office with an 18-year-old.” —David Letterman