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Kids SEE the Darndest Things 1 (Mfff, pre-teen, exh)
by Schulzie (c) 1996
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I don't consider myself wealthy by any means. Yes, I had made some
money. I used to own a computer software company. Hiring some damn
clever programmers and paying them well meant that my company created
some very popular and lucrative software. When a major corporation
wanted to buy me out, there was no way I was going to turn down seven
million dollars. No, sir. That meant I could retire at the ripe old
age of 32 and enjoy plenty of years leading the kind of life I wanted
to live. With careful management and investment of my money, I
wouldn't have to worry for the rest of my life.
One major purchase I have made since I came into my so-called "riches"
is my beachfront property on the gulf. I'm not talking about some
extravagant mansion by the sea nor am I talking about a little
bungalow. I live in a moderately sized house, roomy and spacious,
comfortably furnished, with a view of the sunset in the evenings that
is breathtakingly gorgeous. I live here alone. As of yet, I have no
one to share this house with.
Don't misunderstand. I do see lots of women. Funny how money attracts
some women. Before I had money, I could attract women. But it always
took a certain amount of effort on my part. Nothing out of the
ordinary, mind you, just the usual wining and dining ritual most men
have to go through. But with a little money, a nice house and a fancy
car, women seem to crawl out of the woodwork. I now seem to do less
finessing and more fucking. Not a bad life, huh? Except every now and
then, I think I might like to settle down and enjoy the married life.
But trying to distinguish between sincere women and the gold-diggers
out there is a tough task. So, I continue to live the life of a
bachelor until Ms. Right comes along.
I do have an extended family across the country though. Lots of
brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, cousins, cousins and more
cousins. I have extended an open invitation to all to come and visit
me here at the ocean. They are all welcome to stay here, even if I'm
out of town. As I've told them all, "Mi casa es su casa."
Some of my relatives have visited, some have not. Certainly no one has
taken advantage of my invitation to the point where I began to regret
having invited them. But I was surprised the day the phone rang, and I
discovered some "long-lost" cousins out west. Turns out they were
related to an aunt on my mother's side who had married...well, you get
the picture. They were distant cousins. I was amazed that they had
heard about my open invitation and assumed it applied to them as
well. Jesus, I didn't even know these people and they wanted to come
stay at my house. I could have said, "No, fuck you!" I suppose. But
I'm not like that.
So, I'm talking to Cousin Betty on the phone and she said that she and
her husband, Elbert (I almost busted out laughing when she told me his
name was Elbert), were planning a getaway vacation - sort of a second
honeymoon - and were wondering if I would let the kids stay here at my
place for a week. Damn, the nerve of some people. Here, I don't even
know these people, and not only do they want me to open my house to
them, they want me to baby-sit! I had a million excuses to give to
Cousin Betty why I couldn't take the kids, but I never really got a
chance to use any of them. Betty loved to talk and talk and talk. She
spent a good part of the time telling me about her kids.
"Rick," she said to me over the phone," you will just love the twins,
Kristi and Kara. They are so precious!"
I rolled my eyes at that comment. Yeah, I thought, all kids are
precious, aren't they?
"They just turned 10 a few weeks ago, but they are very mature for
their
age."
Great. That means I'll be babysitting a couple of little smart-mouthed
wise asses.
"And they really can take care of themselves. Of course, Sissy will be
there to help."
"Sissy? Who's Sissy", I asked.
"That's our oldest. Don't you remember Sissy? We brought her along
with us when we attended your brother's wedding. Of course, she was
just a baby then. She's 15 now. Her real name is Clarissa, but the
twins started to call her Sissy when they were little and the name
just stuck."
Let me see, I thought to myself, Betty wants me to take care of two
spoiled brats and one pimply-faced adolescent named Sissy. Good Lord,
no way. I started to explain why I wouldn't be able to take the kids
when Betty hit my conscience hard, below the belt. She invoked the
name of my mother.
"As your mother always said, Rick, Blood is thicker than water,' and I
knew they'd be better off staying with a member of the family than
with one of the neighbors."
She just had to go and mention my mother. Dear Mom. Mom was a "family
person," and coming from an Irish tradition, her motto was, "There's
always room for one more."
How could I say no now? And desecrate my dear mother's memory, not to
mention tread on sacred family tradition? I agreed to watch the kids.
So several weeks later I was standing at the airport waiting for the
kids to arrive. Betty and Elbert sent the girls down and made
arrangements with me to pick them up. As I said, I was standing there,
holding a sign - you know, like the limo drivers do - with "SHEA"
written on it - waiting for the girls to get off the plane.
The twins were easy to spot. They were identical twins. Each had light
brown hair, blue eyes, freckles and big, bright smiles. They both
spotted my sign at the same time and started waving and shouting,
"Uncle Rick! We're here!" They came running over to me and nearly
knocked me over as they both gave me tremendous hugs, one on either
side of me.
"Where's Sissy?" I asked the girls.
"Oh, she's back there talking to the pilot or something. She'll be
here in a minute," one of them said to me.
Then the other one said, "Do you know which one of us is which, Uncle
Rick?"
Well, of course, I didn't. So I just guessed. "Uh...you're Kristi and
you're Kara," I said, pointing to each in turn.
"Nope," they both giggled.
"Okay, then you're Kara and you're Kristi."
"No, try again!" they both laughed.
The joke was on me, and I realized that these two girls were just as
pleasant as could be. Maybe this visit wouldn't be so bad after all.
Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face a very
attractive blonde with a beautiful face. God, she was gorgeous. Her
body was fantastic. Her breasts, while not large, filled her blouse
very well. She was reasonably slender, and the perfectly-shaped legs
that poured out of the very skimpy shorts she was wearing made me wish
I was between them.
"Yes? May I help you, Miss?" I asked, wondering what this babe wanted.
"Uncle Rick, it's me, Sissy!"
My jaw dropped. My eyes started spinning. I nearly fainted. If any
words came out of my mouth, they probably sounded like one of those
sit-com actors who just found themselves speechless,
"Hummina...hummina...hummina..."
This gorgeous, blonde, leggy, super-model of a girl was Sissy?!?!? I
was expecting some mousy, little girl with dabs of Clearasil all over
her face to emerge from the plane. But here was this...young woman!
She looked like she was 18, at least. Everything about her was
perfect. And I was about to play host to this babe for a whole week.
"Hi, I'm Runcle Ick," I said, sputtering and stuttering, making a
complete fool of myself. "I mean, Uncle Rick. Say, why don't we just
make it easier? Call me Rick, or Ricky, if you'd like"
Oh, Jesus. What was I doing? Instead of acting like an adult in this
situation, I was acting like some lovesick high school freshman trying
to flirt with the senior prom queen.
If she thought I was a fool, she sure didn't show it. "That would be
great," she said, "I was feeling kind of awkward calling someone I
hardly know, "Uncle," if that makes sense to you."
I just smiled. "That would be fine," I told her, "go ahead and call me
Rick."
Just then I felt tugs at my shirt sleeves. "Oh, can we call you Rick,
too?" It was the twins. I had forgotten about them for a minute, being
so overwhelmed by the sight of their big sister.
"Well...uh...sure! Why not?" I said, jovially, "Everybody can call me
Rick!"
With introductions and greetings out of the way, we were off to the
parking garage to get the car for the drive back to the house. All the
girls fell in love with my car immediately. I have two cars: this one,
a full- sized "luxury car" for when I have several guests; and, a
little sports coupe for when I only have one passenger, usually
female. The twins sat in the back and Sissy sat in the front passenger
seat. I decided to take the long way back, down the coast, so the
girls could look at the gulf view. As the girls looked out over the
gulf, I was checking out Sissy's legs. They were shapely and tanned,
from her toes all the way up to where they disappeared under the leg
openings of those damned skimpy cutoffs. God, she was sexy, I thought,
having to remind myself she was only 15 years old and a blood
relative. But, goddamn!
Once, while I was making some comment about the number of dolphins and
whales that swim in these waters, I placed my hand on Sissy's leg,
about mid-thigh. It took me a few seconds to realize that touching
her like that might be inappropriate, so I pulled back. But in those
few seconds, I realized a couple of things. First, I found out that
her muscle tone felt as good as it looked. More importantly, I
discovered that she didn't act uncomfortable with my touching her.
She didn't jump or act nervous; she didn't give me a dirty look. She
seemed to like it. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear she
kept looking over at my hand as though she wanted me to put it back
on her leg.
I know what some of you are thinking. Shame on you. You think I was
fantasizing about fucking her, weren't you? Well, not yet, I wasn't.
Uncle or no uncle, I couldn't help but imagine what it might be like
to cop a feel of this beautiful young lady, and maybe, if she felt
comfortable enough with my touching her, I might just get a little
feel, if you know what I mean. No, my mind hadn't gotten far enough to
dream about fucking her. That would come later.
We got to the house about an hour before sunset. The girls just
"oohed" and "aahed" about the view of the gulf from the side of the
house, and they hadn't even gotten inside to go to the balcony in
back to look from there.
I helped the girls with their bags, taking them upstairs to the
bedrooms. I put the twins in the room at the far end of the hall,
reasoning that if they were the giggly type, their late night noise
wouldn't keep me awake. I put Sissy in the room next to mine. Before I
actually saw her, I figured I'd put the mousy one in the room next
door, just to assure myself some peace and quiet. Now that I had laid
eyes on her, I just loved the idea of having that gorgeous teenager in
the room next to my room, the headboard of my bed against the wall
next to where the headboard of her bed would be. Just the knowledge
that a beautiful babe like that was only a few feet away from me would
be fertile ground for some fantasies, if nothing else.
I hadn't done any elaborate grocery shopping beforehand, not knowing
what kind of food these girls would eat, so I grilled up some hot dogs
and hamburgers on the balcony as the girls watched the sunset over the
gulf. The twins were excited about having the beach in their own
backyard, and couldn't wait until tomorrow when they could go
swimming. Sissy seemed excited, too, saying that she could work on her
tan the whole week, but she also expressed interest in going up the
coast a few miles where they had a boardwalk and shops to look in.
Typical teenaged girl, I thought.
That first night, we stayed in and watched a video in the "family
room" downstairs. I sat in the recliner, Sissy stretched out on the
sofa, and Kristi and Kara, all ready for bed in their nighties, laid
on the floor. As the girls watched the movie, I looked at the twins
on the floor. I still hadn't figured out how to tell the two apart,
but when you looked at one, you were looking at the other. Their
nighties had ridden up as they squirmed on the floor, and I could see
their cute, little panty-clad asses. I never really had much of an
interest in little girls before, at least not sexually. But I had to
admit, their little round fannies did look kind of cute. It would
only be a few years before their bodies started to develop. Wonder if
they'll look as good as Sissy's. I looked over at Sissy on the sofa,
and noticed that she was lying on her back with one leg lifted up,
her foot resting on the back of the sofa. In that position, there was
a gap in the pant leg of her cutoffs, and I could look right up the
pant leg to her crotch. Too bad I had dimmed the lights for the
movie. I couldn't see a thing up her crotch with the light so dark. I
wondered what kind of panties Sissy was wearing.
I had already seen this movie before, so about halfway through I
volunteered to make popcorn for the girls which delighted them. I
brought back individual bowls for all of them. As I walked into the
family room, I turned up the dimmer on the light switch so I could
maneuver a little better around all the arms and legs on the floor. I
gave the twins their bowls, then went to give Sissy her bowl. But I
was a little clumsy doing it, spilling some on Sissy and the sofa. The
two of us together tried to grab some of the runaway popcorn. As we
did, Sissy opened her legs to find some of the kernels that had fallen
between her legs. I took a quick glance to get a peek at her panties,
dirty old man that I am. I learned immediately what kind of panties
Sissy was wearing: none!
The blood rushed to my head as I realized that this fifteen-year old
girl had absolutely nothing on underneath those cutoffs. For a few
fleeting seconds, my eyes were treated to the sight of an almost
totally uncovered bare pussy. The crotch seam of the cutoffs hid her
slit from view, but to either side I could clearly see her young,
tender pussy lips with a covering of light, blonde hair, confirming
for me that Sissy was very much a natural blonde. One of the kernels
had fallen right at her crotch, at the exact spot I figured her pussy
hole would be. Casually, seemingly oblivious to my gaze, she picked up
the piece of popcorn and put it in her mouth. I don't know if there is
any truth to all that reincarnation stuff, but I wouldn't mind coming
back as a piece of popcorn if I could suffer that kind of fate. Right
from her pussy into her mouth!
I didn't want her to catch me looking, so I just set the popcorn down
on the coffee table, and went back to the recliner. During the rest
of the movie, I kept glancing over to see if I could get another peek
at that sweet, teenaged pussy. That was not to be, as she never quite
opened her legs up enough to give me the glimpse I was looking for.
Nevertheless, my cock had responded to the little show Sissy had given
me. The second I realized that Sissy wasn't wearing any panties,
"Little Rick" went to full alert within seconds. They say a man's
cock has a mind of its own, and I almost believe it. As much as I
tried to concentrate on the movie, the throbbing in my pants kept
urging me to look again, one more time, maybe we'll see it again. But
no such luck.
After the movie, Kristi and Kara said they were tired from the trip
and wanted to go to bed. Before they did, they came over to me, each
one giving me a big hug. "Rick, can we go down to the beach tomorrow?
asked Kristi, (or was it Kara?)
"You bet, kid," I said. "You brought your bathing suits with you,
didn't you?"
"Of course we did, silly," said Kara (or was it Kristi?).
"Great," I responded. "Then tomorrow, if the weather's okay, we'll go
out back and go swimming."
The twins cheered and hurried off upstairs to the bedroom. I turned to
Sissy who was still on the sofa and said, "How about you? Are you
gonna stay up or are you tired, too?"
Sissy stretched and yawned, her tits pressing up against the fabric of
her blouse, and said, "Yeah, I'm tired, too. But I really need to take
a shower first. Is that okay?"
"Of course, it's okay," I told her, "You can take a shower anytime you
want. Mi casa es su casa."
"Huh?" she said, not understanding.
"That's Spanish for My house is your house'" I explained.
"Oh. I like that. Mi casa es su case. I'll have to remember that."
Then she turned to go upstairs. "I'm going to go take my shower now
and go to bed. See you in the morning."
"Good night," I replied.
Then I realized that I was sleepy, too, so I turned off the television
and the lights, locked the front door, and headed off to my room. When
I got up there, I could hear Sissy in her room. going through her
suitcase. I walked down the hall to my room and shut the door behind
me. I undressed and climbed into bed, leaving the reading lamp on so I
could read another chapter of the book I had started a few days ago.
But I found it hard to read, as the memory of the sight of Sissy's
young pussy kept appearing in my mind. The very thought that such a
young teenager had been sitting in front of me, accidentally letting
me see her most private parts, excited me. And again, my constant
faithful companion began to rise beneath the covers. There was only
one thing to do, of course, so I threw back the covers and took my
cock in my hand and began stroking.
As my hand slid up and down the length of my cock, I tried to envision
every detail of Sissy's cunt. I could see clearly in my mind how the
crotch seam of her cutoffs separated her pussy lips, how the seam
appeared to slide into the gap of her slit, and how the edges of her
labia almost seemed to overlap on top of the seam. I could see the
pinkness of her pussy lips that were exposed to my view, and I could
see the wisps of her fine, blonde cunt hairs, making gentle swirls and
curls all over her pussy. I could see all of this very clearly in my
mind's eye. I could almost feel it and smell it and taste it.
My hand was pumping a mile a minute on my hard dick as I stroked it
and stroked it, trying to bring myself to an orgasm that was
inevitable. Just then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. I had
just enough time to cover myself before the door started to open. In
walked Sissy, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Only
seconds before I had been jerking off to the image of Sissy's exposed
pussy and now here she stood, with only a towel to cover her naked
body.
"Rick, I didn't mean to disturb you, but I forgot my toothpaste. I
thought I had packed it, but I can't find it. Do you have any extra I
can borrow?"
I had to stop staring at her. It was hard taking my eyes off of her.
The towel she had wrapped around her barely covered her nipples at
the top and ended at crotch level below. As a matter of fact, Sissy
was bent over a little so the bottom part of the towel would keep her
pussy covered from my view. If she stood up straight, the towel would
end above her crotch.
"Sure, Sissy," I said, still a little shocked from her almost catching
me with my dick in my hand, "there should be an extra tube in the
linen closet on the top shelf."
Sissy turned around and walked down the hall, then came back and
asked, "I couldn't find it. Could you help me?"
Well, I just couldn't hop out of bed naked with a throbbing hard-on
sticking up in front of me, could I? Sissy kept standing there as if
she were waiting for me to get up.
"Sissy," I said, "I'd like to get up and help you, but I'm
not...exactly...decent right now."
Sissy looked me over as though she had x-ray vision and could look
through the covers. Then she grinned and said, "Oh, you sleep naked."
"Uh-huh," I said.
"Then let me step outside so you can get dressed," she said, walking
back into the hall and closing the door behind her.
It shouldn't be so hard for a 15 year old girl to find a tube of
toothpaste inside a linen closet, I grumbled to myself. But, she is a
guest in my house, and it's the least I can do. So I got out of bed
and looked for something to put on. Trouble was, I still had a
hard-on, and there wasn't much I could wear that wouldn't reveal a
huge bulge in front of me. The best I could do was to throw my
bathrobe on and hold it at the top and near my crotch. That way, I'd
be sure to keep my cock from popping out and surprising Sissy.
So, I wandered down the hall, clutching my bathrobe closed in front of
me. She had found the linen closet alright, but she couldn't see the
toothpaste on the shelf at the top. It wasn't right at the edge, and
she wasn't tall enough to see it in the back.
"There it is," I said, "just stand on your tippy-toes and you should
be able to see and reach it."
That's all it took. But when she stood on her toes to get the
toothpaste, her towel rose up in the back and I got a glimpse at her
ass peeking out from the bottom of the towel. Damn, what a magnificent
ass she's got! That's not a girl's ass. That's a woman's ass! I took
in as much of the sight as I could before she finally grabbed the
toothpaste and put her feet flat on the floor.
Then she turned around and surprised me with a quick peck on the
cheek. "Thanks, Rick." Off to the bathroom she went to take her
shower. Off to the bedroom I went to finish jacking off with another
image to concentrate on.
Once I got back to where I left off, I made quick work of it. I kept
alternating the two views I had of Sissy today. First I envisioned her
bare pussy, then her ass, trying to remember all the fine details of
both. I rubbed the shaft of my cock and within a minute, cum was
shooting out of my dick, splattering all over my stomach and chest. I
grabbed a couple tissues from the box on the table nearby, cleaning up
the cum that coated me, finally wiping the last clinging droplet from
the tip of my dick. Then I turned off the light and started to go to
sleep.
But I was interrupted again. Once again, Sissy knocked on the door and
opened it slowly, trying to peer into the darkness to see me.
"Rick?", Sissy called out softly.
"Yes, Sissy," I replied.
Then she opened the door all the way. She was wearing a long
nightgown, one of those light-blue sheer ones, almost completely
transparent. With the only light coming from the hallway, she was
fully backlit, and I could see a wonderful silhouette of her body
beneath the nightgown. And I could see that she was completely nude
underneath the lingerie.
"I forgot to tell you good night. Can I give you a hug and kiss before
I go to bed?"
Isn't she sweet, I thought to myself. But it wasn't her sweetness I
was interested in at the moment. It was her sexiness.
"Sure," I said. Since I was on the far side of the bed, she had to
climb up on the other side of the bed to come to me and give me a hug.
Thinking quickly, I turned on the reading lamp so I could get a better
look at her in the nightgown. As soon as the room was lit, my eyes
were treated to a beautiful sight. She was just bending over to hug me
and I got a most wonderful downview of her tits inside the nightgown.
There, hanging and jiggling, were Sissy's tits, those wonderful,
recently developed, teenage tits. I only had a second or two to peek,
but they were heavenly, with those dark nipples surrounded by the
white skin that remained untanned. As she hugged me, I could feel
those tits pressing against my chest and I could only wish that my
chest had hands. Then she kissed me on the cheek and stood up. Trying
not to be too obvious, I took in as much of her as I could. She stood
there in that transparent lingerie, and I could see practically all of
what God had given her. Her nipples were poking through, making little
bumps in the sheer material. And down below, her pussy mound pressed
out against the fabric, and I could see the texture of her blonde,
pussy hair as it rubbed up against the nightgown.
"Good night," she said softly, then she left, closing the door behind
her.
I turned off the lamp, laid back down, and sighed. Reaching down under
the covers to grab my erect cock, I said to myself, here we go again.
Continued in Part 2...