It was another boring summer. I was 17 at the time, and had just finished my Junior year at St. Marks Prep School for boys. That was the problem. There were no girls at my school, and I was living on campus in a very strict dorm. Some of the kids snuck out at night through their windows, but they were often caught. Unlike baseball, at St. Marks it was two strikes and you're out.
The lucky ones would tell stories of secret rendezvous with girls from the public school. I could only dream, too scared of being ex-pelled. I managed to get a few dates over holiday breaks, but never even got past second base with those girls. At the movies I learned how to french kiss, and became quite skilled at it, or so it seemed by the hot and heavy breathing coming from my date's. Of course I had my personal stash of dirty magazines, and my friend Tom had "borrowed" some X-rated videos from his uncle. He gave me one to watch over the summer, and every time my parents went out, my right hand got quite a workout. It showed everything, from fucking to oral sex, and I made mental notes as I watched, learning how much the women in the video enjoyed getting their pussies licked and fucked. Someday... I thought.
July was coming to a close, and I spent my time doing odd jobs for the neighbors. One day my Mom asked me to come over to the phone to speak with my Aunt Justine about a job. My Aunt lived in the country, and I remember spending a few weeks at her large farm house years be-fore. There was a great pool in the backyard, and the basement was finished as a game room, complete with a wet bar, couch, TV, VCR, and a pool and pingpong table. She had divorced her husband after catching him fooling around with his secretary. The settlement left her custody of their four young daughters. The last time our family had visited them, the girls were very young and rather bratty, always pestering me.
I took the phone, wondering what job my Aunt Justine had in mind. Anything would be better than washing cars and cleaning windows, I thought to myself. "Hi Tim, I spoke with your mother about this, and she thinks it would be alright," she began. "I've been invited by a new friend of mine to go on a three week cruise, but I can't get someone responsible to watch the house and kids while I'm gone. I'll pay you $300 for the three weeks, along with grocery money. The girls have promised me they'll behave themselves while I'm gone. What do you think?"
I wasn't sure what to think. The idea of spending three weeks watching those bratty little kids certainly didn't thrill me, but $300 was more money than I could make all summer long. "Well, I suppose it would be alright," I said. "Will I have to cook and clean up after the kids too?"
"Absolutely not," she said. "I've already made a schedule for them, where they will cook and do chores on alternate days. The only thing I ask is for you to drive them to practice in my station wagon. Lisa has soccer practice every afternoon, the twins are starting Pee-Wee football cheerleading this Saturday, and little Kim goes to gymnastics practice four times a week. I know it sounds like a lot of taxi driving, but at least you won't have them all in the house at the same time." "Boy, they certainly sound busy for kids their age. How old are they now anyway? I haven't seen them for years," I asked.
"Well, Lisa is almost thirteen now. She's grown up quite a bit in the last few months-always on the phone with her girlfriends talking about boys. The twins, Terri and Sue, are 11, and Kim is just 9. They seemed happy to hear that you might be staying here. They remembered when you used to play with them years ago. All I hear around the house is, `When is Tim coming?' As you know, the nearest neighbors are half a mile down the road, and they miss seeing their friends everyday at school. I don't think they'll be as annoying as you must remember them, now that they've grown up a bit."
"O.K.," I answered, "I'll pack some things and have Mom drive me out next week."
"Thanks, Tim, I really appreciate it. I've been looking forward to this cruise. I'll write down all the details of the girls' schedules and contact numbers for the plumber, power company, doctor, you know, in case anything goes wrong. I'll see you Thursday. Bye now."
(*)(*)(*) That was how it began. I remember thinking to myself, `Boy, this is going to be Hell dealing with these kids.' But then, later that night I wondered what the girls looked like now, especially Lisa, who Aunt Justine said had grown up quite a bit.
The next day I went to the mall with my buddy Tom and told him about my new job, and the four young girls I would be watching for three weeks. His eyes lit up when I mentioned Lisa, telling him that she was almost
"I'll bet she has tits already!" he said as we wandereddown the food court of the mall. Just then a group of four little girls, not more than twelve years old walked past us, shooting us big grins, looking us up and down. I had never even noticed girls that age be-fore, but after thinking about my cousins, I checked them out as they walked past giggling. They all had shorts on, with tight fitting tee shirts, and I saw their budding little tits pressing upward against the fabric. As they passed us, I glanced back to look at their cute firm butts wiggle down the aisle.
`Wow,' I thought to myself, they're young but they look sexy! One of them turned and caught my stare, and gave me a wink as she burst into giggles, whispering to her friends. Tom also caught my glance and said, "See what I mean? Girls that age can be real foxes. You are one lucky dog, Tim. In a house alone with four young girls. You might even get laid!"
"Don't be ridiculous," I shouted back, "they're too young for that, and anyway, they're my cousins!" But inside, my mind was racing, thinking that I might get to sneak a few peeks at a naked girl in real life, not just those I had seen in pictures. Maybe I could even cop a feel if I was lucky. Aunt Justine did say that the girls were eager to see me. Now, with these new thoughts, I was eager to see them too.
Thursday finally arrived, and I had packed my things into two suitcases. Along with my clothes I stashed a few of my magazines and the video that Tom had given me. I had become addicted to mas-turbation by this time, and had to bring along my visual stimuli for the three week stay. I knew that I could always stay up later than the kids and wack off in the basement playroom while they slept.
(*)(*)(*) Aunt Justine and my cousins met me and my mom as we pulled into the long driveway. I was happy to be out of the suburbs and into the country again. My aunt's farm house was old but large, standing on 40 acres of fields and woods. This was going to be a great va- cation, I thought to myself, and I was getting paid for it too!
My cousins and I reintroduced ourselves, and my aunt showed me the furnace, fuse box, and gave me a neatly typed three page list of emergency numbers along with the times and locations of the girls' practices. I had a hard time concentrating on what she was telling me, because I was still thinking about the adorable girls that greeted me with smiles in the driveway. They were even cuter than I had imagined.
Lisa, the oldest, had short brown hair and stunning green eyes, and she had obviously grown up like my aunt had told me. Grown "out" would be a better description-she had an amazing set of tits, even though she was still only twelve. They weren't very large yet, only the size of very small grapefruits, but they were so pert and firm looking, ready for squeezing. Lisa began asking me questions about High School, trying to act more mature than her little sisters.
All of the girls had very lean, muscular bodies, as had been into athletics from an early age. The twins, Terri and Sue, had just begun to develop, and their bodies looked like the girls I had ogled in the mall a few days back. They were not identical twins-Teri had strawberry blonde hair and Sue was a red head, but both had cute freckles and dimples on their cheeks as they smiled at me.
Kim, at only nine, was a very light blonde and must have weighed only 60 pounds soaking wet. She was a show-off, doing cartwheels, trying to get my attention away from her older sisters. Her face was the prettiest of all, with a little turned up nose and sparkling white teeth, accented with the most beautiful bright blue eyes I had ever seen. I couldn't believe that I was actually admiring little Kim as she pranced about-hell, she was only nine years old, but she looked so cute as she spun around showing her gymnastic talent. She was giving me quite a show, and I think she was aware of it, as she kept her blue eyes glued to mine while she spun upside down.
I couldn't believe this. Here I was, seventeen years old, and actually turned on by my little cousins, none of them even teenagers yet! I must be sick, I thought to myself. Horny as hell was a better description, because I hadn't even glimpsed at a girl's slit in my en-tire life, let alone touched one.
The twins were giggling and whispering to each other while Lisa tried to act grown up, following my aunt and I on our tour of the house. When my aunt pointed out various details of the house, Lisa would nod knowingly, adding additional superfluous information along the way. She made a point of yawning occasionally, lifting her arms while arching her back, thrusting her budding young breasts outward when her mother wasn't looking.
I was looking though, and I tried to avoid being obvious as I examined her body. Lisa even stood right next to me in the cramped furnace area in the basement, and I felt her left breast rub against my arm when I turned to get a better look at the hot water valves that Aunt Justine was pointing out. In a reflex reaction, both of us shot a look at each other in em-barrassment, and I noticed her suppressing a nervous smile. I could tell that this was going to be a very interesting three weeks!
(*)(*)(*) After the obligatory hugs and kisses between the girls and my aunt, my mother drove Justine off to the airport, shouting out the car window, "Call me every night Timmy!"
"O.K. Mom," I shouted back, hating to be called `Timmy.' The twins quickly chirped up, "Yes, phone me `Timmy'!" They got quite a kick out of my embarrassment, rubbing it in.
"Come on, you guys," I pleaded, "I won't treat you like little kids if you don't act like kids."
"We're sorry," said Sue. "We were just teasing."
"That's alright," I said, "why don't we all drive out to town and get a pizza to celebrate the next three weeks away from parents."
"Yeah!" they all shouted, and we hopped in the station wagon to get some `za. Lisa jumped in the front seat next to me, shutting the door quickly to force the three younger girls in the back. Along the way she raised her arms back and gripped the headrest, obviously trying to show off her new assets to me. I furtively looked over out of the corner of my eyes to admire her fresh young tits standing up under her shirt, and almost missed the turn for the road into town. The twins could see what their older sister was doing, and as I looked in the rear view mirror I saw Terri looking straight at me. She had defi-nitely seen my sidelong glances toward her older sister's breasts. Terri said, "Hey Lisa, why don't you just lift up your shirt so Tim can get a better look!"
"Shut up, you jerks!" Lisa screamed, "I'm just tired and stret-ching, that's all."
"Sure you are," both of them chirped back.
"Now, now, girls, let's not start fighting, or I'll turn around right now, and we can forget about the pizza." I was trying to con-trol the situation, while at the same time attempting to show that I wasn't interested in looking at Lisa's tits. I hoped it was a convin-cing act.
Lisa returned her arms to her sides, and the twins shut up for the rest of the trip. Needless to say, I was a bit disappointed, and I was also getting a rock hard boner in my shorts.
When we got back to the house, we went downstairs with the pizza to eat and watch some TV. We sprawled out on the long comfortable couch to enjoy our pizza while watching the tube. Aunt Justine had cable, and MTV was the program of choice for the girls. As we ate and watched the music videos, little Kim stopped eating and got into one of her exhibitionist moods again, dancing in front of us to the music.
Her lithe young body was swaying and jerking rather provocatively to the music. I couldn't help but admire her form, as this child was attempting to look sexy, thrusting her pelvis to the beat. Then one of the mischievous twins exclaimed, "Hey, Kim looks like a stripper the way she's dancing!"
"Yeah! Hey Kim, take it off! Take it all off! Tssst, Tst Tst Tssst, Tssst, Tst Tst Tssst!" shouted Sue and Terri, teasingly egging their little sister on in time to the music.
Lisa and I didn't say a word, trying to act mature and ignoring their juvenile taunting. Suddenly, Kim reacted with a big grin, be-ginning to sway and rock even more, imitating the moves of the girls in the video. She reached down and eased off one sneaker, then the other, tossing them in my direction. Then as she spun and danced, she locked her eyes on mine and slowly pulled up her shirt. Her older sisters were still egging her on,
"Take it off, take it off!"
Kim stood smiling at me with a devilish grin and lifted her shirt over her head, baring her little nine year old chest. I now had a complete view of her cute little nipples on top of those small bumps of grade school tits.
Her tan was golden, except for her light skin-ned titties and the bikini line around her back. She seductively turned several times and threw her shirt into my lap. I was glad it landed where it did, as it hid the beginning of an erection under my shorts. My eyes and ears couldn't believe what was happening, as this little vixen exhibitionist was definitely enjoying giving me a show of her firm young body. Then she lowered her hands to the waist band of her shorts and jutted her behind toward me. Kim began sliding them down her cute little ass, still rocking back and forth to the beat of the music.
The twins were energetically taunting her, "Take it all off, Kimmy!"
Just as I began to see the top of her panties under her lowering shorts, Lisa stomped her feet and said, "Now that's enough! Stop it!"
In my embarrassed state I had to agree with Lisa, saying, "Yes, put your clothes on right now, little lady! And you twins stop encourag-ing her!"
"Ahhh, too bad, show's over," said Terri. She reached over to my lap to pick up her little sister's shirt and gently squeezed her tiny hand right through the fabric as she grabbed it. I don't know if she felt my hard dick, but I sure felt her hand press on it. I quickly shifted, crossing my legs at the contact, hiding my hardon when Kim's shirt was lifted.
Terri got off the couch and handed the shirt to Kim. When Kim lowered it back down over her tanned flesh, Terri bent over and whispered something into Kim's ear. Immediately Kim spun and gig-gled uncontrollably as she looked first at my face and then down toward my crossed legs. Blushing brightly she skipped over to the stairs and bounded up them taking three steps at a time.
"Time for bed, you guys," ordered Lisa to her twin sisters.
"Hey, who died and made you queen," complained the twins.
"Lisa's right," I said. "Your mother said that you three younger girls have to be in bed by ten, and Lisa can stay up to eleven because she's older."
"Ohhh, come on, please...?" the twins pleaded.
"That's final," I said with authority, hoping to establish my posi-tion early on. They shrugged and walked reluctantly toward the stairs. I noticed Terri say something into Sue's ear. Suddenly Sue's head snapped toward her sister's face and I heard her quietly whisper, "Really? What did it fe---" "Shhhh!!" said Terri as she grabbed her sister's arm and ran up the stairs.
I felt myself turn red as I caught the almost inaudible words. I looked over towards Lisa and said, "I wonder what that was all about?" trying to act ignorant. "You got me, they're just silly little kids," she replied. I hoped that Lisa didn't notice my discomfort, and trying to sound uninterested in Kim's little show I said, "Boy, Kim certainly is an exhibitionist, isn't she?"
Lisa looked at me, trying to appear adult, saying, "Well, she does-n't see men around here, and I think she might have a crush on you. Silly, isn't it?" Then she got off the couch and started toward the stairs. I said, "Hey, Lisa, you don't have to be in bed `till eleven."
"I know," she replied, "I'm just going up to change into my nighty and I'll be right back."
I sat there on the couch counting the seconds until Lisa came back. This was the first night with my cousins, and I'd already been treated to a near strip show from little Kim. My cock was still throbbing and I couldn't make it settle down, thinking of being alone with Lisa, especially since she had obviously been teasing me in the car by arch-ing her young tits out in the front seat. I couldn't possibly make a move on her, I thought.
Perhaps it was all in my imagination and she really was just stretching. But, she had turned beet red in the base- ment when I accidentally rubbed into her breast earlier that day. I was totally confused, but very, very horny, and I wanted to jack off in the worst way just thinking about little Kim doing her aborted strip tease. Reaching down my shorts, I rearranged my dick in a more comfortable upright position. Looking down I saw my shorts bulging and the tip of my dick was almost visible as it pressed along my belly.
I saw a comforter folded neatly behind the couch, and quickly grab-bed it, throwing it over me to hide my bulging shorts from Lisa. When she came down the stairs, my eyes nearly popped out of my head and my mouth opened slightly as I took in her bedtime attire.
She was wear-ing a light pink little girl nighty that barely covered the uppermost part of her thighs. As she walked, I could see her tight panties grip-ping her small buns. Then she turned and walked toward me, and I could see her two pert nipples pressing through the thin, almost transparent top. Her back was arched proudly as she approached, showing off how her developing breasts were larger than her sisters'.
She must have noticed me eyeing her young body and stood for awhile, looking at the TV, letting me look freely without being caught. Just as she had done earlier in the day, Lisa raised her arms, twisted slightly, arching her back in a long yawn. It was incredible! Her jutting little titties were profiled by the bluish light from the television passing through that thin translucent nighty. As she arched, the front of it lifted, giving me clear sight of her panties and the slight bulge of her little girl mound.
"Let's watch something different," she said as she walked toward the TV and bent over, switching the channels through the cable sta-tions. Now the nighty hiked up her bottom, and I viewed her tight, firm ass on top of those muscular thighs. She found an R-rated movie on Cinemax, one of those soft porn low budget films. "How's this?" she turned, smiling at me.
My eyes quickly left her rear and saw the scene on the TV. It showed three coeds nude taking a shower as they spoke some meaningless dialogue. "Hey," I said, "you're too young to be watching this stuff." "Oh, come on," she pleaded, "mom never lets us watch this at night, and I won't tell if you won't."
"Well, maybe it's O.K.," I replied, really wanting to watch it my-self.
"Goody!" she shrieked, and padded over to the couch.
"I'm a little chilly. Would you mind sharing that blanket with me?" she asked.
I lifted it enough so that she could slide in next to me. It barely covered her right leg, so she scooted over, pressing the left side of her body against me, pulling the blanket over to cover her legs. I felt the heat of her skin against me, and our bare thighs were pressed against each other. She has no idea what she's doing to me, I thought to myself as my hardon was pounding and drops of pre cum were leaking out.
The scene in the movie changed to a party shot. Couples were danc-ing and holding each other close. I glanced down and noticed her eyes were transfixed upon the scene, as her breathing was noticeably quic- ker. Now there was a closeup of a couple on a couch, not unlike the one we were sitting on, and as they kissed the male actor brought his arm over her shoulder and rested it inches above her breast.
I was shocked when I heard Lisa say, "I sure wish I was that girl."
"W-Well, m-maybe we could just play pretend, I mean like we are the actors in the movie," I stammered. I couldn't believe I had just said that. I couldn't help myself, I was so horny!
"I guess we could try," she whispered, "as long as we're just pre-tending." Her voice was quavering and I could tell this little fox was getting as hot as I was. It was now or never. I summoned up some courage and slowly lifted my right arm around her head, letting my hand rest right where the boy in the film had his. He was caressing her ear now with his tongue, so I turned my head, still watching the screen, and darted my tongue around and into Lisa's ear. I could feel her shudder with delight at the touch. Both of us were still watching the scene on the TV, not wanting to look at each other, keeping some kind of detachment-like it wasn't really happening to us.
Then came the moment I had been waiting for. The hand on the screen moved downward and began kneading the actress's right breast. Feeling totally lost in my own desire and lust-inspired temporary in-sanity, I too traced my fingers downward over her nighty and finally reached my goal. My hand cupped her small tit easily, as it was quite a bit smaller than the one on TV. I gently squeezed, and Lisa let out a little gasp, feeling the shock of another's hand on her tit for the first time.
I could feel her nipple piercing upright through the thin fabric of her nighty, pressing against my palm. As I continued to squeeze her tiny tit I could feel her whole chest rising and falling quickly in pace to her excited breathing. This was incredible, I thought. Here I was feeling up this adorable little girl. I had only dreamed that I might actually cop a feel from Lisa just a few days ago, and now it was happening!
Then another actor burst into the room where the couple were making out, yelling something about someone's parents driving in. They leapt to their feet and ran out the door. I felt myself jerked back to some semblance of reality and lifted my hand from Lisa's breast, pulling my arm back off her. She shifted a bit and straightened up as well, and neither of us looked at each other or said a thing. You could have cut the tension in that basement with a knife.
"Well, I guess I should be going to bed," Lisa said nervously. She snuck out from under our blanket, leaned down and kissed me softly on the cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, and turned to hurry up the stairs to her room.
I couldn't say a word, frozen in a mixture of lust and fear, not knowing which emotion to trust. This was going to be a fun job, I thought to myself!