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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 27 (mf)

   Prologue

   It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends
and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie
of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came
as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then,
I've continued to have a variety of sexual experiences with an assortment
of partners.  ______________________________

   My folks had showed me a picture of Uncle Fred before I left.  It had
been quite a few years and I was sure that he didn't look the same.  But no
one at the bus stop looked like Uncle Fred.  Off to the side there was a
young lady with an impatient look on her face.  I'd hate to be the person
she's waiting for, I thought.  Then I noticed that she was moving in my
direction.

   "Were you expecting my father?" she asked briskly.

   This couldn't be Betsy, Fred and Emma's daughter?  I had forgotten about
their kids altogether.  She looked to be of college age and quite
attractive in t-shirt and shorts.

   "I was.  Are you Betsy?"

   "Elizabeth to you.  Throw your stuff in the back of the truck and let's
go."

   I didn't understand why Betsy had so much hostility for me.  She was
about to tell me.

   "It's all your fault.  Because you volunteered to help clean up, my dad
insisted I stick around and help too.  I'm supposed to be down in Florida
with my friends," Betsy exclaimed.

   "I didn't volunteer.  My dad offered to send me instead of cash.  It's
your dad's fault, sticking us both here instead of where we want to be."

   Betsy's expression eased, knowing I was a kindred spirit at least as far
as attitude was concerned.  Betsy's nose caught wind of a smell and then
she saw the damp spot on my jeans along my thigh.

   "What's the matter, have a wet dream on the bus?" she asked.

   I didn't answer.  Maybe some time on this substitute for my vacation,
I'd show her.

   When we got to the cabin, I understood Uncle Fred's dilemma.  The cabin
was well-placed on a hill overlooking a beautiful tree-lined lake.  The
view was spectacular.  That is, if you ignored the cabin.  It was abused
and unmaintained.  The roof slanted at odd angles and there were holes and
gaps in the walls.  The front porch had rotted out and caved in.  And I
hadn't been inside yet.

   "Daddy went to the lumber mill to get wood and stuff," offered Betsy. 
"We camp out over there, since its not safe to stay in the cabin."

   Over in a nearby clearing was a tent city.  Evidently Fred had been more
than successful in recruiting family members.  A young girl ran from the
clearing, jumped up and gave me a hug.

   "Kitten, leave him alone," Betsy ordered.

   And this was Katherine, Fred and Emma's younger daughter.  I remembered
her as a toddler but she was growing up fast.  She was thin and lanky but
with a mature face.  Her legs were wrapped around me, so I crossed my arms
across my belly under her butt to support her.  Walking slowly from the
clearing was another college-aged girl.

   "That's Trish, my roommate from school.  Dad let me bring someone for
company."

   Trish wasn't happy to see me either, evidently blaming me for ruining
her vacation too.  She wasn't dressed for labor, either.  The summer outfit
was perfect for viewing a tennis match.  Betsy took Trish aside, to explain
that I wasn't responsible.  At least, that's what I'd hoped they were
discussing.  Kitten was still hanging from me but loosening her grip.  My
arms were no longer effective so I reached under her butt with my hands to
prevent her from falling.  Kitten cooed quietly in my ear.

   Just then, Fred pulled up with a trailer full of lumber, insulation, and
other supplies.  Finally Kitten dismounted but stood uncomfortably near me,
arm around my waist.  Fred greeted me warmly, the first one to do so.  Aunt
Emma came out from the largest tent and gave me a motherly hug.

   "Where should I put my stuff?" I asked casually.

   Fred and Emma had their own tent.  Betsy, Trish and Kitten were sharing
one, just like back at school but with an addition.

   "He can stay with us," offered Kitten.

   My cock twitched at the prospect of sleeping in proximity to two
lovelys. I admit that Kitten's behavior was intriguing as well.

   "No, sweetheart, a young man needs some privacy.  I have an extra tent.
It's small and only good for sleeping, but you'll be otherwise occupied the
rest of the time," said Fred.

   Kitten departed with a wink that spelled trouble.  Some other family
members had their own tents erected in other areas of the clearing.  I was
introduced to some men and boys and got to work unloading the supplies. 
One of the men showed me the proper way to use a hammer and soon I was
installing new panels on the outside of the cabin.  The next job I got was
insulation.  It was fiberglass in rolls.  Despite using gloves, my t-shirt
and pants had numerous fiberglass particles embedded in them.  They
scratched and scraped with every movement until I couldn't stand it
anymore.

   "Where can I wash up?" I asked innocently and everybody pointed to the
lake.

   I didn't have enough clothes to set these aside as unusable.

   "Just rinse them out vigorously in the water and they'll be fine,"
advised Aunt Emma.

   I walked down to the lake and strolled along the beach until the cabin
was no longer in sight.  I figured I'd take a swim while I was cleaning my
clothes.  I walked out into the water which was cool and refreshing after
the hard work.  When I was waist deep, I took off my pants and wiggled them
around in the water to clean out the fiberglass particles.  I waded out a
little further, took off my t-shirt and did the same thing.

   "Hi there," a voice called from behind.

   It was Trish.  She had changed into a stylish thong one-piece bathing
suit and followed me into the water.  Her breasts were mostly exposed and
they jiggled under the stretchy material as she strutted through the water.
She looked very sexy and I was glad the water was above my waist, hiding my
growing erection in my clinging jockey shorts.

   "Can I help?" she asked in a sultry voice.

   "I'm not sure if I've got these all cleaned off," I said.

   "Let me check," she volunteered.  I handed her my t-shirt and pants.

   She seemed to be examining them and then turned and headed for shore.

   "They're fine.  I'll just hang them up to dry," she said with a laugh.

   Great Now I was stuck out there in my undies with a boner.

   Just as Trish made it to shore, I saw Kitten in a two-piece bikini
making a mad dash for the water.  I tried to wave her off but there was no
stopping her.  She began to swim as the water got to be over her head and
by the time she go to me she was panting for air and struggling to stay
afloat.  I reached for her waist to keep her from going under.  She leaped
at me, throwing her arms and legs around me for the second time.  The water
aided her buoyancy so I didn't need to hold her.

   "I'm so glad you're here.  I've heard so much about you," Kitten
confided.

   I was nervous at just what she might have heard.  Turbulance of the
water caused Kitten to bounce up and down, rubbing herself against my naked
chest.  If the erection I had from Trish had partially subsided, the
feeling of Kitten's nubile young body against mine was recreating it.  On
one bounce, she slid down and was intercepted by my hard-on, now partially
caused by her stimulation.

   "Oh my.  Did I do this to you?  Do you think I'm sexy?  Oh!" Kitten
exclaimed, plastering my mouth with kisses and nibbles and tongue.

   At first, I did nothing.  But there is only so long you can have someone
kissing you without kissing back.  So I did.  With vigor.  Kitten was now
sitting against my hard-on, grinding her crotch up and back along its
length.  Our tongues danced and I found my hands caressing her back and
then her ass, up and down, with a growing urgency.

   "Give it to me.  Put it in.  I want it.  I need it," Kitten demanded in
between kisses.

   I slid my hands into her bikini bottoms and caressed her naked buttocks.
She got so excited she almost bit my tongue off.  As I rubbed her ass I
moved my fingers closer to her pussy.  Kitten pushed her ass back into my
groping hands and reached down between her legs to get access to me.  Her
small hands reached into my wet undies and grabbed hold of my penis,
pulling it out and examining it with her fingers.  It throbbed with
excitement which made her more vigorous in her exploration.  I thought I
was going to cum right there.  I used the opportunity to slide her bikini
bottoms down to the tops of her thighs.  She pulled herself back close and
now her bare pussy was massaging my hard dick.  I was ready to attempt
penetration when Aunt Emma's voice called from shore.

   "Hey, you two.  Cut out the horseplay.  There's work to be done."

   Kitten wanted to continue and rubbed my dick head against her slit.  I
was tempted but with Aunt Emma standing there on shore watching us, I was
scared.  I pushed Kitten back, reached for her bikini bottoms and pulled
them back up.  Reluctantly Kitten pulled my jockey shorts back up over my
erection.  I walked Kitten back to a depth where she could stand and asked
her to bring me a pair of cut-off shorts from my duffel bag.

   "Okay, but we've got a date later on," she admonished giving my hard-on
a final squeeze.

   I didn't know how I was going to handle this situation.  Kitten was a
little temptress who wanted me to introduce her to sex.  Betsy seemed okay
despite her comments about a wet dream.  But Trish was another matter.  I
had a score to settle with her.

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 28

   An Original HM Tale

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