Summer of Unbearable Temptation, Chapter Two

by Jasmine

All right; so the week began, school ended, vacation commenced, and I found out what I had signed on for, and it was not all fun and games. My first five months living in the house, I had watched the girls quite often but only for a few hours and usually in the quiet hours surrounding bedtime. That second week of June, 1974, I learned what it was to earn my keep.

Jenny left for work early in the morning and the girls were up soon after. There were meals and snacks and cold drinks, there were spills and wipe ups and laundry and there was crying and there were fights between the sisters. It was all nuts. And there was always plenty to do, and the girls wanted to do it. There were trips to the pool every day, and we would stay for a long while each time, and within the first two weeks their tans deepened considerably. I tried to see at least one of them naked once each day, just enough for a good fix, just enough to keep in my mind’s eye so I could touch myself later.

Kathy was the smart and beautiful, the sweet with the perfect round butt, with brown hair and brown eyes. Nikki was the babyish, cute and innocent, with blonde hair and blue eyes. But that, as I found out, was not all. There were the friends. There were Shannon and Rhonda, both black-haired and slender, Shannon tiny but curvaceous, Rhonda longer in the legs. Then there was Tracy, the red-head with freckles, my least favorite at first, who never-the-less was the most, if you could call it that, flirtatious. At least twice those first two weeks, I had the whole group in their bathing suits sitting on towels in the garage drinking lemonade.

They liked me.

God, I loved Shannon’s arched back and her protruding buttocks. That string bikini hardly covered anything. She was only about eight years old but I wanted to eat her up.

Rhonda had this long black straight hair. She was about Kathy’s age and I wanted to hold her, kiss her about the neck, and work my way down.

I wanted to do it all, but wanting isn’t doing…

In the evenings, Jenny would come home and heap her praise upon me, compliment me on the dinner I had prepared, and tell me how well I was doing. She did not know what was in my heart or in my mind. She only saw what she wanted to see, someone she could rely on, a sister.

For myself, I felt like I was in limbo, or more like purgatory. I was stuck. It made it hard to enjoy what could have been an enjoyable situation for most people, taking care of two beautiful little girls, but I’m not most people. So there was Jenny’s trust, and there were my desires, and there was the question “Do I still have the nerve to do anything after once facing consequences and a considerable period of time not acting out?” I was beginning to think not.

On the third Saturday of Summer vacation, Jenny not only worked at the store during the day but then had a date with a man that evening. It was a long day for me with the girls, but they behaved and we had some quiet time in the evening. Nikki fell asleep first, of course, and I carried her off to bed with Kathy following me. The night was so warm I left the covers off.

“Can I stay up, Angie?” Kathy asked.

“I’m afraid your mom wanted you in bed by a certain time and that time has arrived.”

“Oh,” she gave me that groan of disappointment. “I’m not even tired.”

“I can help with that,” I said, “and you’re going to like it.”

“What is it?”

“When I was a little girl I had a friend named Diane and when we would have a sleepover we would have a terrible time going to sleep and her mom or my mom would be going nuts so we would have to play this game to get tired and go to sleep.”

I got Kathy to lie down. Her nightgown was very short and I could see her panties. I knelt beside the bed, trying to pretend I wasn't looking right at her crotch every few seconds.

“In the game, we used to take turns, and we would count, but I’m just going to do the touch…”

I took one arm, the closest, and ran my fingertips from her palm up the forearm to the inside of the elbow and back down again, very slowly. I repeated, looking into Kathy’s eyes, into her face.

“That feels good,” she said. “Very… (she yawned) good…”

I changed arms and repeated over and over, going from arm to arm, and then, though this had never been part of the game, feeling bold, with my eyes looking into hers, I moved from where I was further down and I reached out to caress her smooth thighs. Her eyes were very sleepy and she smiled at me. Though I tried to keep them steady, my hands shook a bit, as were my thighs and knees beneath me.

Kathy was getting very relaxed. She stretched her arms back over her head as if in submission and her t-shirt came up above her belly button. She took in a big breath and let it out, turning her head to one side. Her breath seemed to fall into a steady rhythm as I remained there; still stroking, still caressing her lovely tanned silken thighs. I was trembling, breathing heavy, and squeezing my legs together so hard it must have looked like I had to pee. The truth was that I was ready to explode without being touched.

I stayed, I stayed, and I allowed my fingers to move closer, because I had myself convinced that in the dim light I could see the lips of her pussy pressing through the tight panties. I reached, my fingers caressing, moving upward. I touched the lips, I touched them, and I immediately reached down between my legs trying to hold it off, somehow lifting myself off the floor and stumbling out of the room, running back to my room and pushing the door back, yanking up my dress with one hand and taking my panties down with the other, rubbing my pussy feverishly as I pinched one nipple hard, falling back on the bed.

I figured I had made it back to my room just in time. My orgasm was intense and my cry was loud. I seized and shook all over the bed, completely out of control. It was pleasurable, wonderful, and a little bit frightening. My breath came back to me and I sat up, OK, but as I stood up to go wash the sweat off of me, I saw Kathy standing in my doorway. My light had been on the whole time. It was not a bright light, but bright enough for her to have seen what happened.

“Your door was... open… Are you okay?”

I pulled my dress down quickly and smiled.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I answered. “I thought you fell asleep, sweetie.”

“No, I was almost asleep… when you… left… “

“Oh. Were you feeling good w-when I left?”

“Yes.” Her face wore a sort of confused half smile. She looked up at me as if to question what she had felt and heard and seen.

I walked her to her bed and I made her comfy. I told her she better get some sleep.

“Angie?”

“Yes.”

“What you did to yourself felt good, too, right?”

“Y-yes…”I whispered. “It’s a secret, though, OK?”

“OK?”

“If you ever want to know more, sweetie, I’m here, but it should be when we have some time alone in the house. It’s sure not now when your mom’s coming home and your little sister’s in the next bed.”

“OK,” my sweet little Kathy said.

I got my hug and kiss but after that she climbed on the bed and turned her back to me without saying good night, and at this I had to worry. No doubt, she had to think about what had happened, where I had touched her and what she had seen, but what if she decided I was a bad person. This bothered me.

“Kathy, you still love me?”

“Yes.”

“Good night.”

“Good night, angel.”

I left the girls’ door slightly open. I took a shower, a long one, trying to wash off the dirt that I felt was a part of me, but I realized it was within me if Kathy couldn’t love me anymore. Love had suddenly entered into it, and trust. That girl from long ago had been a fly-by-night thing, but this… and when I emerged from the shower Jenny was home and I sat with her when I could hardly face her.

“Looks like you’ve got the day off tomorrow, Angie,” she said. “I’m taking the girls to see their uncle and we’re going to the beach. You can sleep in and relax, go to the pool, read, whatever you want. And we won’t be back until after dark probably.”

“Sounds nice, Jenny,” I said. “Not that I mind taking care of the girls.”

“Well, everyone needs a break,” she said to me.

I stood up and she stood up and she gave me a hug, and I thought, this would make a good farewell. I could pack and leave and be hundreds of miles away before they return from their day trip. I thought about it, standing there, and I hugged her very tight.

In my bed, it was very hard to sleep. I could not get comfortable. Not only was it hot, but my thoughts were racing and all in conflict.

I finally did fall asleep and the dreams came. And there were many, many strange dreams. Of course, and it would make sense somehow, the nightmare of running through the rainstorm in my bare feet, wild and crazy and frightened caught up with me once again. Running, running, scared of falling down…

I woke up in the dark, covered in sweat and shaking. I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and went back to bed. It took a while to fall back to sleep, but I did, and no more strange dreams or nightmares…

In the morning the sun was bright and warm but not as hot; a gentle breeze entered the room. I thought about what I was going to do, stay or go. I sat up and stretched, the sheet falling from my breasts, somehow feeling better after my sleep, even after the dark dreams earlier in the night. I turned to look at the clock to check the time, only to see Kathy’s pretty face looking at me as she sat upon my bed in her nightgown.

“Good morning,” she said, just as I was jumping out of my skin. She was smiling.

I pulled the sheet up to cover my breasts, smiled, calmed myself, and returned the greeting.

“Now, what are you doing here?” I asked. “Your mother told me she was taking you girls to see your uncle and go to the beach.”

“I told her I wasn’t feeling well.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

“Was that a lie?”

“Yeah,” Kathy said. Her smile faded.

“So why did you want to stay home?”

“Because… I want to know more… “ she said, the smile returning.

I looked at her with a tingling inside me. I reached out and caressed her cheek and I dropped the sheet from my breasts. I took one of her hands gently in mine, drew it to one of my tits, touching her middle fingertip to the tip of one nipple and whispered:

“I’ll show you…”