Turning the Tables

by Jackie

Introduction:

I didn't start this intending to write my autobiography. I wanted to tell you about how I came to be in such and enviable position and became the God Mother at my high school. In order for you to understand I have to fill you in on how the key players, who would help me later on, came into my life. Be patient, I will get to the point.

CHAPTER 1

I was what is called an early bloomer by the time I was fourteen my figure had developed pretty fully. I'd grow a few more inches, up and out, by the time I turned nineteen but the shape was there five years before that.

Late in the summer before my fifteenth birthday a college friend of my mother's came to stay with us. Jessica was in the process of getting a divorce from her husband of ten years at the time. We got along surprisingly well considering that she was my mother's age. I thought of her more like an older sister.

Things were not going as planned for poor Jessie and her expected stay of days turned into weeks. My parents never complained. They couldn't take time for a vacation in the summer because of my dad's business. When it got to be late September, with the Minnesota foliage in full regalia, they decided that it was a good opportunity for a romantic getaway. They evidently felt better about leaving me in Jessica's custody than on my own. I didn't need a babysitter but you know how parents are.

As I've said our relationship was more like that of siblings than anything else. The very first night, it was a Friday that my parents left, turned into an impromptu slumber party. After dinner Jessie informed me that she was going to slip into something more comfortable—as if her jeans and T shirt weren't—and then we could watch a video that she'd bought.

I plunked myself down on the couch and turned on the TV. I don't remember what sitcom was starting when Jessie came back carrying the little box. She was wearing a pale pink night gown with a long sort of coat over it. They were both nearly transparent. I got a funny gnawing feeling in my stomach as I watched her insert the disc. She had to bend a little to reach the DVD player and I was shocked that I could make out the outline of her bikini panties through the double layer of diaphanous material.

When she sat down at the opposite end of the couch I think my heart stopped. It wasn't hard to make out her big round areola atop her remarkably firm boobs through the layers of light pink gauze. I was still in the skirt and blouse that I'd worn to school that day.

As soon as I caught sight of her breasts I looked away, toward the TV but not before my own tits started to tingle and itch. I remember saying something like, 'I'm gonna get into something comfy too,' before I practically ran to my bedroom.

I couldn't understand why I was having such powerful physical reactions to Jessie's state of dress. I stripped down to my panties and put my nightshirt on but not before I gave by budding breasts a couple of firm squeezes to staunch the tingling. I remember it feeling really good and causing some kind of a crampy rumble way down low in my tummy.

I sat down at the opposite end of the couch again and tucked my bare feet underneath me. Jessica pressed play.

The movie was like 'Debbie Does College'. That wasn't the real title but it was typical soft porn (of course I didn't know that then) very little plot and the acting was atrocious.

"I know it'll be a while before you go to college but I thought you might enjoy seeing what it might be like," she said.

I was taken a back by the magnitude of the understatement seeing as how I had just started high school.

The video started out with a blonde in a very short plaid wrap around skirt and a white blouse getting off a bus. The blouse wasn't buttoned but rather tied under her bust which was bulging out the opening between the unfastened buttons.

The intro music faded and the actress' voice was narrating and setting the scene as she dragged her wheeled luggage behind her up to an older looking brownstone building. Cut to the sound stage where she's standing in the hall and meeting her roommate who has answered the door wrapped in a towel. I think you get the picture.

I was focusing on the show and didn't notice that Jessie had moved to the middle of the sofa. When the girls on screen began to kiss I was surprised at how close she was when she said,

"Have you ever tried that?"

The truth was that I had, but I was embarrassed to admit it so I played dumb.

"Tried what?" I asked in an innocent if slightly guilty tone.

"Kissing another girl," Jessie elaborated.

"No," I lied looking back toward the small screen.

The fact was that I had met a girl, Allison, the first week of school and we'd quickly become friends. By the second week we were together at every opportunity. Her house was on my way so by the beginning of the third week I'd stop in there for a half an hour or so before proceeding on home.

We talked about boys and dating, which neither of us had done; those led to a conversation about kissing and before you know it experimenting. I enjoyed it—too much I thought. As a matter of fact when Allie and I kissed the sensations I got were quite similar to the ones I experienced when I saw Jessie in her night gown. Allie and I had done it one other time but I wished it was every time.

"Would you like to?" Jessica asked me.

When she asked that I remember the churning in my belly getting so intense that I almost felt nauseous. She had edged even closer and I could feel the heat of her thigh against my knee.

Allison and I had just touched our lips together in an inexperienced uninformed replication of the kisses that we'd both shared with family members since we were little. What the two actresses were doing on screen was nothing like that. Their tongues were entwining and twirling around one another. The girl in the towel, with the red hair was sucking her blonde co-star's lower lip into her mouth. It was the most erotic thing that I had ever seen. I recall my embarrassment at the funny feeling I got right between my legs.

I hadn't answered and was sitting there in turmoil when Jessie got to her knees. The movement drew my attention away from the video to her pretty face smiling down on me. She began to stroke my hair, which was a sort of dark blonde and shoulder length. That night it was tied back in a ponytail as usual.

She slipped her hand behind my head and our lips touched. It was sort of like the kiss I'd shared with my girlfriend but different too—softer and more sensual. Jessie's lips seemed to be so much fuller than Allie's and she moved her head kind of gently rubbing side to side. Just before she pulled back she sucked my lower lip into her mouth just for a second.

It was a feeling like a gush that I'll never forget. Like a bag of very warm water breaking in my lap; or maybe it was inside of me.

"How was that?" she asked still stroking my hair and looking deeply into my eyes.

Not only was I speechless but the gushing feeling seemed to have taken all of the air out of me. I couldn't answer in words but evidently my eyes did an adequate job of conveying what I was feeling. She applied her lips to mine again just as softly as before but this time she put her tongue between my lips and sort of pried them apart. Her tongue was on my teeth and as a reflex I opened my mouth a little.

Her tongue was all the way inside my mouth and flicked over mine, which was lying there limp, before she began exploring all around. The hand behind my head was holding me more firmly and her full lips were pressing harder on mine. I remember starting to feel dizzy and getting the warm gush again, but it wasn't as dramatic the second time. It was more like a glowing feeling that was getting hotter by the second.

Even though my head was spinning I was more aware of the sensations that were emanating from practically ever part of my body than I had ever been before. The wonderful feel of her lips and tongue, the warm feeling in my middle that seemed to have wave like pulsating quality to it, the tingling and itching in my boobies and the feeling of something heavy but soft and squishy on my shoulder all swamped my senses.

I'm not sure how long it lasted but at some point self preservation took over and I pulled away realizing that I had forgotten to breathe. I was gasping and feeling totally overwhelmed. When I realized that the heavy squishy thing on my shoulder was Jessie's breast an invisible force grabbed my crotch and I let out a moan like a low humming sound.

My mother's college friend, kneeling on the couch beside me, planted gentle kisses on my eyes and forehead while I was catching my breath. The feel of her soft moist lips on the rest of my face was almost as sensual as her tongue exploration of my mouth had been. Now that I knew what it was, my attention was drawn back to the way her boob was resting on and rubbing against my shoulder. I was sort of disappointed when she pulled back and the contact was removed.

We were looking into each other's eyes for a moment, and then my eyes went down to her chest. With the needy filling in them, it was all I could do to keep from squeezing my own developing muffins.

Jessie followed my gaze and immediately deduced where my attention was.

"Do you like my breasts," she asked putting her hands under them and lifting as though she was offering them to me.

I managed to nod and she shrugged off the see-through peignoir leaving only the very thin layer of transparent blue material that was her nightie covering her above the waist.

I now know that her breasts weren't huge but they looked very big to me that evening. What was, and still is remarkable were her areolas. Three inches in diameter they covered the better portion of the top of her boobs. The dusky pink shade shone through the nightgown like two large fog lamps.

"Do you want a better look," she asked and pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and lowered the blue gauze to her waist.

I think I gasped and her hands were back under them lifting, holding them out to me. My eyes were glued to the spectacle which was getting ever closer.

"How about a taste?" she said and brushed my mouth with one of those large pink circles.

I felt a semi stiff rubbery bump touch my lips, and as though it was instinctive, I stuck my tongue out and licked it.

"Bite it honey… put your teeth on it," she commanded, so I did.

I was still in control enough to be gentle, trying to imagine what it would feel like if someone were doing it to me.

"Harder!" Jessie pleaded.

Her voice was strained and it really did sound like she was begging. I followed her orders and tightened the grip I had with my teeth.

"Suck… suck on it too," was the next needy sounding demand.

She had been edging forward so that her spongy resilient tit flesh was now pressing against my lower face. I was really beginning to enjoy the way her nipple felt in my mouth and I lashed it with my tongue while continuing to bite and suck as commanded.

Without warning she pulled her right pleasure button out of my mouth with a sloppy sounding pop and replaced it with her left. She reached down, cupped and squeezed my left boobie at the same time. The thrilling rush that went through me was similar but so much more powerful than the one I experienced from kissing.

Her hand slid over the surface of my pert little muffin and she captured my immature but stiff nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed pretty hard. I thought I had wet my pants and part of me was embarrassed but the waves of pleasure were so overwhelming that I couldn't think of anything else at that moment.

I know now that it was my first orgasm. It was small by the standards that I was about to become acquainted with but it was nevertheless the first.

Thinking about it later, I concluded that Jessie knew I had climaxed. At the time all I knew was that she was pulling up on my nightshirt. It was like a reflex to lift my hips freeing the cotton wrapper to slide out from under my butt and ascend over my head in the twinkling of an eye.

I had closed my eyes when my nightgown was coming off. When I opened them my mother's college friend was kneeling on the floor in front of me. She didn't say anything. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties just below my hip bones and started to pull. It didn't take a sexually astute person to see where this was going and I got embarrassed all over again.

I was still convinced that I had peed my pants and there was evidence because I could tell that they were soaking wet. The other thing was just regular adolescent modesty. Once my panties were off I'd be completely naked. Nobody except my mom had ever seen my coochie, and even she hadn't really seen it in five or six years. Being exposed by this relative stranger was mortifying so I clamped my legs together and squealed.

"Relax honey... I just want to make you feel good," she said stroking up and down my skinny adolescent thighs.

She'd already made me feel good—better than I'd ever felt in my life. I didn't think that there was more to experience. Boy was I wrong!

"Let me take these off," she said fingering the waistband of my panties again. "I want to show you something I think you'll really like... and if I'm wrong we'll stop right away... OK?"

Her eyes were very reassuring and so kind. She was applying gentle downward pressure on my underpants and I got the impression that she wasn't going to take _no_ for an answer. In the meantime I noticed that her full titties were pressing against my knees and that directed my mind away from the embarrassment and modesty; back to the physical sensations.

The gnawing feeling between my legs was getting stronger again. It had subsided to the background after Jessie squeezed my nipple, but now the intensity was rising again. I think I whimpered a little when I finally gave in and lifted my hips so she could get my pants off.

I thought I was going to die of shame when I felt the crotch panel paint my inner thighs with what I still thought was pee. I was actually grossed out when she put them to her face as soon as she had them off. After a couple of seconds she put them down and started caressing my tightly closed thighs again. Her hands were pushing out and she kept whispering words of encouragement like,

"Come on sweetie open up for me... I'm going to make you feel so amazing."

Her soft entreating and outward pressing hands spurred by the pulsating feelings from my coochie eventually made me relent. I didn't really open my legs so much as I let her force them apart. Her face was so close to my pussy now that I was sure she'd be able to smell that I'd wet myself. It didn't occur to me that she must like whatever she was smelling or she wouldn't have put my underwear against her face.

Jessie started licking my inner thighs and it felt so good! The pulsations emanating from between my legs kept getting stronger as she ran her tongue up one side and then retreated so she could repeat the tongue caress on my other leg. I don't know how many times she licked me starting just above my knee, but each time she stopped her caress a little closer to my girlhood.

The throbbing from my pussy was getting so strong that it almost felt like it was trying to reach out and push itself on to the tantalizing tongue. When she did run her tongue up my slit it was like the world stopped. A giant hand had gripped me and time stood still.

I was looking down between my legs at her tongue touching my sex when I was catapulted into another world. Just before—or maybe it was at the same time—I peed right in her face.

I don't know how long I was shaking and shuddering uncontrollably. It seemed like minutes but I pretty sure that it was only seconds. When the explosion finally subsided I started to cry. It was partly the massive intensity of the experience but it was also the humiliation of having peed on her.

Once again I found it disgusting that Jessie was enjoying it. The fluid that had come out of me was dripping off her chin and she was capturing it and redirecting it to her mouth.

"I'm sorry... I'm sooo sorry!" I wailed.

In a flash she was on the couch beside me, cuddling me.

"No... no sweetheart it's OK... it's... it's wonderful!"

I couldn't believe that anyone would want someone to piss in their face, but I didn't notice any smell of urine as she was kissing my forehead and hugging me.

"But, but, I peed on you!" I sobbed.

"Is that what you think?" she asked pulling away slightly.

There was no doubt in my mind and I'd seen it with my own eyes, and I'd felt it too. I had to admit that it didn't feel like when I went to the bathroom but there was no other explanation for the jet of liquid that shot out of me—was there? I just looked incredulously through my streaming tears at the older woman with her arms around me.

"Sadie have you ever played with yourself down here," she asked touching my mons.

I shook my head in the negative and felt her fingers begin to lightly caress my little bulge.

"Sometimes when a woman cums she—" Jessie started to say and stopped.

I am only guessing that my complete confusion was reflected in the expression on my face.

"Do you know what cumming is... uh, orgasm?" she probed.

I'd stopped crying and was now simply fascinated by the what she was saying. I was a bit embarrassed to shake my head—no. It seemed Jessica thought I would know these things and I was embarrassed that I didn't.

"Oh we've got a lot of catching up to do," she sighed hugging me tighter.

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That's how it all started. While my parents were out enjoying the fall colors and having a restful romantic weekend, my mother's college friend took me on a excursion of discovery.

We were naked the rest of the weekend. I learned about squirting and found out that it didn't happen every time. Apparently the secret reservoir of girl-juice was not inexhaustible. Jessie taught me about masturbation—mutual and solo—she taught me pussy munching and even a bit of anal licking (I liked having it done but I wasn't fond of doing it). After a quick romp on Sunday after brunch we finally got dressed for the first time since Friday. Jessica told me that it would probably be better if I didn't share our experiences and my new knowledge with my mom.

We didn't get any other opportunities to hook up before she left but I had a suspicion that she and my mom had some fun together. A couple of times when I came home from school they were both in dressing gowns preparing dinner. They always got dressed again before my dad came home.

Jessie got a place of her own shortly before my fifteenth birthday, in November. She came around regularly for dinner until her divorce was finalized. The last couple of times she came with different men.

I guess it's safe to conclude that Jessica was bi, but I think she enjoyed sex with men more than women, seducing me came out of need. She was horny and with her divorce pending, going out to bars with the intent of getting laid wasn't an option.

In the spring she moved to the west coast with a guy I'd met a couple of times. I haven't seen her since, but she certainly left an indelible mark on my life.

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Even before Jessica left, kissing practice with Allison took a new direction. She had camera club she after school on Mondays, so it wasn't until the Tuesday after my educational weekend that I had an opportunity to show her what I'd learned. At the top of her street she asked me if I wanted to come to her place for a while. A rush came over me that was one part relief and three parts horniness. I was afraid that she wasn't going to ask me over and it didn't happen everyday so it wasn't like a foregone conclusion.

We got into her house and went straight up to her room as usual. I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to try kissing again. The look on her face told me that she'd been thinking about our earlier smooching sessions too.

"Yeah... would you?" she answered and I swear she was already puckering up and closing her eyes.

The first time we'd practiced we took turns 'being the boy'. The second time Allie decided that she didn't like being the aggressor which was fine with me. It had been a crash course with Jessica but there was a lot of practice and coaching in those forty hours. When I started sucking gently on Allison's lip I felt her flinch. My tongue roved over her lips and then I slipped it between her lips and collided with her teeth. I could easily imagine what was going on in her mind having been there so recently myself.

There was some hesitation but she did finally yield to my probing tongue. It slid between her teeth and chased hers. She seemed to be trying to keep her tongue out of the way, and I was determined to engage it. I caressed the entire inside of her mouth searching for my target.

In our previous sessions the rest of our bodies hadn't gotten too involved. Some of the time we'd been holding hands but that was about it. This time I put my arm around her and pulled her close. She was as stiff as a board.

I backed off and sucked on her lips again—she seemed to really like that. I felt her beginning to loosen up. When I slipped her my tongue again, very tentatively, her tongue began to participate. We were really getting into it—well I was into it before we'd even started—what I mean is that Allie started to enjoy it too.

I was feeling that gurgly crampy not quite familiar yet feeling low down. If it hadn't been for my tutor that's probably as far as it would have gone. Jessie had raised the bar. Taught me to appreciate the incredible pleasure my body could give as well as receive.

Allison's breasts were smaller than mine. When I cupped and squeezed her boob through her top and padded bra it was just a handful. I felt rather than heard her moan into my mouth but she didn't pull away. It's a moment I'll never forget as long as I live.

I was giving her tit a thorough massage and trying to find her nipple but it was impossible through all those layers of cloth. I backed off and saw Allie with her eyes still closed kissing air. She didn't even open her eyes when I gripped the bottom of her scoop necked top and started to pull it up.

I was too inexperienced and horny to realize what a critical moment it was.

The cotton blend material slid easily up over her head thanks to the fact that she raised her arms to help. She still hadn't opened her eyes. I re-engaged her lips and she pushed them into me hungrily this time. I squeezed her through the padded bra and still wasn't satisfied.

It wasn't hard to push it up over her breast and gain access to the soft hot naked flesh. Her nipples were quite small but incredibly hard. I applied my thumb and medium length thumb nail to it and felt her slump. I followed her down to her bed without releasing the lip lock.

Now we were lying crossways on her bed, still exploring each others mouth and me troubling her pebble hard nipple. I only had one hand I could use because my left was more or less trapped under me. I had to release her boobie to take her hand and put it on my breast. As soon as that was done I reached down and began to stroke her bare thighs very quickly progressing up under her skirt. She was squirming around a lot and when my fingers touched the elastic around her groin she pulled away.

"Oh my God Sadie what are you doing," she sighed breathlessly.

"I'm making you feel good... aren't I?" I said with not much more composure than Allie had.

"But... but we're both girls... it's wrong!" she said.

Her eyes were wide and terrified looking.

"What's wrong with me making you feel good... with us making each other feel good?" I challenged.

My hand was still on her thigh but I'd been keeping it quiet during her little outburst. Now I started stroking again to see if she'd push me away; she didn't.

"Oh Jesus Sadie—"

I cut off her protest with my mouth. She was squirming even more and I interrupted my exploration of her skinny thigh to put her hand back on my breast. When I got my hand back under her skirt I very quickly put it directly on her mons. She shivered, groaned and squeezed my tit all at the same time. Her plumpness under my palm felt really hot.

Her hand was flexing on my boob as if she needed something to hold onto as I began to lightly caress the bulge in the front of her panties in a slow circular motion.

Even Allie's distracted reflexive gripping of my breast was enough to start the blood pounding in my crotch and in my ears. One of the things I'd learned from my mom's college chum was that it really didn't take much to get me off.

I turned my hand and slid my fingers down over her vulva. The crotch gusset was soaking and I could feel the fleshy contours of her labia even through the double thickness of cotton. Allie opened her legs wider and I knew that she was as powerless to resist the intoxicating sensations as I had been four days ago.

I continued to stroke up and down her soggy panty crotch applying slightly more pressure; then I broke our kiss and lowered my head to her one exposed boob. Sucking on the plump little mound I was again amazed at how hard her nipple was when licked and swirled around it.

Allison illustrated the completeness of her surrender when she pulled her bra up over her head without unfastening it. As soon as she'd accomplished its removal her hand voluntarily went back to my tit. I felt her finger nails on my sensitive areola and she didn't have much trouble finding the rubbery peg she'd raised. Her pinching and tugging my nipple, even through my blouse and bra, brought that gushing rush between my legs.

I reflexively sucked on her harder and worked my fingers through the leg hole of her underpants. I felt the soggy beginnings of pubic hair before I arrived at the spongy softness of her lips. Curling my fingers up through the hot slipperiness of her folds a second later I encountered the firm nubbin at the top of her slit. She jerked and heaved as I rolled her prominent clit under my finger.

She was squeezing my nipple painfully hard now but it still felt wonderful. Her little yelps had become very rhythmic. Suddenly she arched her back and wailed loudly. My coach had cautioned me about too much clitoral stimulation right after a climax, so I took my finger out from between her lips and used three fingers to just sort of massage her vulva. I thought I could actually feel it throbbing.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh my God," Allison moaned as she shivered through the aftermath of her orgasm.

I'd never heard her use the 'F' word before.

I laid my head on her chest above her pert little boobies and sucked her juice off my fingers. I was surprised at how much different it tasted than either Jessie's or my own. Allie's was sweet like candy and I found myself wondering if she'd let me sample it at the source.

Where my head was resting I was aware when my girlfriend's breathing had almost returned to normal.

"Have you ever cum before?" I asked when I thought she'd be able to answer.

"I thought I had," she responded with a dreamy quality to her voice; "have you?" she added.

"Not today."

I hoped she would catch my meaning; moments passed.

I thought Allison's breathing and heart rate were nearly normal. My ear was still against her breast bone and I wondered if she was dozing off.

"Would you like me to... uh, you know... help you?" she sounded timid, apologetic.

"Would you?" I said trying not to sound as excited as I was.

I'd lifted my head and was looking down in her wide anxious looking brown eyes. Not for the first time I thought how pretty she was. Her ponytail had come unraveled during her trip to Blissville and the way her chestnut brown hair surrounded her face against the light color of her comforter made her look like a model out of a magazine except for the expression on her face. She looked scared,

"I... I don't really know what to do," she pleaded in answer to my question.

At this point I sat up right on the bed and twisted around. I sat at the foot cross legged looking at my disheveled girlfriend. She was topless and her little skirt was bunched up around her waist. Even her panties were slightly askew.

"Actually you do know what to do," I assured her. "Just do the same things to me that you like done to you."

"No...nobody ever did anything to me... until... uh, just a few minutes ago," she replied as she was getting to a sitting position near the head of the bed.

"OK, the same things you like to do to yourself then."

My breasts felt like there was a bumble bee hive inside them as I unbuttoned my blouse. They were tingling and itching when I shrugged it off. I got a thrill from the look on Allison's face as I reached up behind my back to unhook. Lowering the straps down my arms I heard her gasp.

"Holy shit Sadie your boobs are so big."

I can remember the pride I felt at that moment but the urgent need between my legs was still the main thing on my mind.

"You like them?" I asked putting my hands underneath.

There was no need to lift; they stood straight out all on their own but that's what Jessie had done.

I was still sitting cross-legged; Allie was sort of on her knees but resting on her right hip and arm. I straightened my legs reached under my skirt, pulled my panties off and then went back to my cross-legged position touching my breasts.

With my underpants gone my wetness made my coochie feel cooled.

"Squeeze my nipples, like you did before," I suggested.

It wasn't hard to see that she wanted to get her hands on them. She was gently stroking my taunt strawberries and it felt so wonderful. I applied my right hand to the pounding need between my legs, quick rotary strokes over my very puffy feeling labia and occasionally dipping a finger in between to flick my clit had me on the brink in no time.

"Suck my tits," I growled as the pressure in my belly reached an unbearable level.

Allie obediently applied her mouth to my left boob and continued to tease my right with her fingers. That did it. I came with a loud grunt and a hot mind-blowing rush.

Allie backed off and just watched me holding my pussy and shivering for a minute.

'I should have put a towel under me like Jessie taught me,' I thought, realizing that I'd just put a huge wet spot on Allison's bedspread.

"Sorry Allie... I'm afraid I made a mess," I said shifting so she could see the stain.

Her eyes got wide again and she said,

"How—" looking from the more or less circular dark spot to my face.

I got up and started putting on my bra while I explained the squirting phenomenon to my incredulous girlfriend. I was all dressed except for my panties which I had decided were too wet and uncomfortable to wear. I stuffed them into the rarely used little front pouch on my back pack.

Allie pulled her top over her head not bothering with her bra which she really didn't need anyway. She walked me to the door and we kissed like sisters.

"N...next time can I watch," she asked with a pleading look in her eyes, "Can I watch you squirt?"

"Sure," I agreed on my way out the door.

I was skipping happily all the way home.

'Next time' she'd said.

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All the way through the rest of that school year Allison and I hooked up often. I taught her everything I knew and we started expanding our horizons by experimenting. I developed a type and depth of feeling for her that was new to me. I guess you could say we loved each other.

She went out of town to stay on a farm with her aunt and uncle that summer so we didn't see each other at all. I was restless and bored. My dad owned a pool and spa business, so most of his work was done in the summer. My mother helped out in the office during his busy season, leaving me on my own. My only responsibilities were looking after the yard and pool which left me a lot of free time. I was determined to enjoy my last summer of freedom. My father had told me that since I'd be sixteen by the next summer that he'd have some kind of job for me installing pools.

I kept my rampant sex drive at bay with masturbation, but having had a partner it was kind of disappointing and lonely. Enter Paul Babitch. He was home from college and his parents lived right next door.

The Babitchs had lived next door for years but over that time I rarely saw Paul even when he lived at home. Until that summer I also didn't care. I did know that he spent most of his waking hours on his computer. I heard my parents talking to his one day and gathered that he'd built it himself.

It wasn't that I didn't have an attraction to boys it was more that I got so wrapped up in the extremely gratifying relationship with Allie that I didn't even bother thinking about it. That was until I noticed how my handsome neighbor watched my every move when I was outside. Evidently he was pretty shy because he never made a move to talk to me; or maybe I just didn't wait long enough to give him a chance.

As I mentioned, I was an early bloomer, so by that fifteenth summer I had a body that many eighteen year olds would die for. By the end of the first week I realized that when ever I went into the yard, Paul would show up in his. It caught my attention because he really didn't spend that much time outside. He always tried to look busy but I saw through that immediately. I decided that if I was putting on a show, that I should really put on a show.

The Babichs went away camping on the weekends while my parents worked constantly. That first weekend would have been dreadfully boring if I hadn't spent my time planning how I was going to tease my neighbor the next week. I started thinking about cock for the first time.

My introduction to carnal delights from Jessica had not included penetration. My tutor had a dildo which she made me use on her but she refused to let me try it that September weekend. Jessie had explained about hymens and inspected mine very closely. She told me that although it was damaged, it wasn't completely broken. She did manage to carefully wiggle one finger inside me but I didn't find that penetration very stimulating so I never bothered much with it afterward.

My new fascination with male genitalia made me recall how much Jessie had enjoyed my thrusting into her with her rubber toy.

'It must feel a lot better if it's bigger,' I concluded.

I made myself cum a bunch of times dreaming about it. I even tried putting two fingers in. It hurt and I bled a little bit after but my adolescent horniness and curiosity wouldn't let it go.

My parents were always out of the house at sunrise and Sundays were no exception. I rarely got up before ten enjoying my last summer of childhood freedom. I went to the fridge and was looking for a grapefruit when I came upon the zucchini. I picked it up and wicked thoughts started to swirl in my head. The end had a rough sort of stem so I cut that off and decided to put just a little taper on the gourd while I was at it. My hand didn't quite fit around the fluted dark green skin. It was easily as long as Jessie's toy and a little smaller in diameter; which I decided was a good thing.

Standing at the kitchen counter in my nightshirt and panties, converting the vegetable into a sex toy, I could feel my coochie beginning to percolate. By the time I returned to my bedroom with my carving it had thankfully warmed up a bit from its refrigerated state.

I gave my vulva a few strokes to confirm that I was flowing, and then positioned the zucchini against my entrance. I applied a little pressure and realized that I was still sore from yesterday's experiment with my fingers. Clenching my teeth I pressed a bit harder. The sore, sort of raspy feeling turned to a burn. It wasn't the pleasant kind of heat I felt when I was aroused, it was an uncomfortable kind but there was something else.

It was deep inside like a yearning.

I had been holding the makeshift sex toy with both hands, but at that point I put the fingers of my right hand on my mons and pressed down. The pressure on the root of my clit felt so good that it almost drown out the burn. My fingers instinctively slipped lower and started their wiggling twisting action on top of my firm little nubbin. Usually my fingers were much lower when I masturbated but the zucchini was in the way.

The needy feeling from inside that I would later realize came from contractions of my vaginal walls was getting intense. I hadn't experienced it, or at least had never noticed it to this extent. My right hand was picking up speed, fingers bumping over and massaging my clitoris. I was rising, soaring toward an explosive climax. My left hand continued to hold the thick green cylinder in my vestibule, stretching my maidenhead near the breaking point.

I didn't have the nerve to press any harder. The painful burning sensation I'd felt before was too intense, but when my orgasm hit I jerked involuntarily and rammed the zucchini all the way in. It was the moment I learned the correlation between pleasure and pain.

The familiar hot ecstatic rush was accompanied by a burning stinging sensation. Some part of my brain was trying to say that I hurt like hell, but it didn't—not really. I didn't know at the time that the flood of endorphins that were released when I came was my body's natural pain reliever. They were more effective and powerful than anything on the market including morphine.

Even though my vulva was still stinging some primal impulse made me work the surrogate cock in and out with increasing speed. My other hand was still pressing on the root of my clit when the second climax overwhelmed me. My back arched and my hips shot toward the ceiling shoving the vegetable in until it hit something. That hurt, and I quickly pulled the gourd back off my cervix.

I was in such a daze that I didn't even know that I was moving the slippery green cylinder in and out as I lay there moaning. Before I knew it I was cumming again.

I lost count of how many climaxes I had. When I finally pulled the zucchini out and let the slippery blood stained gourd drop on the old beach towel that I had so thoughtfully put under me it was from exhaustion. I slept for hours.

By the time I woke up it was mid afternoon. I cleaned up, throwing the blood stained towel and the magical vegetable in the garbage outside. I was sore and went to take a bath. The warm water was soothing and I applied some salve that we used on cuts between my inner labia. That seemed to make it sting less. Other than the raspy stingy feeling it was numb. I had to be careful when my folks got home because I was walking sort of funny. I made it through the evening without either of them noticing.

The next morning it seemed sorer. I took another bath and put more salve on. I tried not to move around too much and that seemed to help. By Thursday I was finally getting back to normal which was a good thing because the grass needed cutting.

Friday morning I got up and felt nearly a hundred percent. I thought about my neighbor and dressed to thrill. I rarely wore a bra when I didn't have to, and even though I was beginning to strain my B cup bras I had the natural firmness of youth on my side. I rummaged in the bottom of my closet and found the bag of clothes that I'd sorted out of my wardrobe last year. Fortunately my mom hadn't gotten around to taking it to the used clothing place yet. I had to pull everything out of the bag to find what I was looking for—a pair of cut-off shorts and red halter top.

The top tied behind my back and behind my neck. I put it on and was pleased when I looked at my reflection. The top was a couple of years old and the ties were long enough but the triangles that were supposed to cover my boobs weren't really adequate anymore. I completely filled them out and when I stood sideways you could easily see the base of my tit.

Getting the shorts on was more of a struggle. I briefly thought I wasn't going to get them over my butt. I had no trouble doing up the waistband once they were on. Evidently my waist wasn't much bigger than when I'd worn them last year however my ass certainly was. Looking in the mirror and turning once again I was very satisfied. If I moved at all my butt cheeks peeked out from under the frayed cut-offs. In the front the denim gripped my pussy and the seam invaded my vulva. I'd heard the term camel toe and now I knew what it meant.

I was getting ready to go out and realized there was one problem. The seam was rubbing a little too roughly on my not completely healed coochie. I knew I should go back and put panties on but the thought of struggling out of and back into the shorts again persuaded me to take a chance.

I went out into the back yard and walked around, ostensibly to see if the grass was dry but I was actually waiting for Paul to notice. It only took a couple of minutes before he came out into his yard. As usual he was pretending to not be looking but I knew that he was.

He was dressed I what looked like basketball shorts. They were long blue and baggy. There was nothing remarkable about his grey T shirt.

I made sure I was facing away from him when I crouched down to feel the grass. I could feel the still slightly cool morning air on my cheeks so I knew that close to a third of my butt was exposed below the too small shorts. I snuck a peek over my shoulder and got a big thrill. The college boy next door was close enough to the fence for me to detect the movement under his loose shorts. I knew that I'd caused that and it made me feel really good—powerful—ya know.

I was just trying to get him more worked up by bouncing a little up and down but then I realized that the friction of the seam between my lips might not be such a bad thing after all. It was really starting to feel pretty good.

I hadn't masturbated since my cherry busting exercise last Sunday. It was by far the longest that I'd gone between self pleasuring sessions since Jessica had taught me the finer points. Now showing off my ass, teasing my neighbor and having the shorts rub so delightfully on my pussy ignited a fire in my loins.

I was tempted to run into the house and get out of last year's clothes. Tear the shorts off if necessary and attend to my very rapidly developing need. Another surreptitious glance at Paul's growing woody made me decide otherwise. When I stood up and turned toward the fence—toward him—he turned away very quickly. The reason was obvious.

I went into the garage to get the lawn mower. As soon as I was inside, out of sight, I had to grab my crotch and massage it. Those wonderful warm feelings bubbled up and I nearly lost control again. I stopped myself just in time—sort of. Now there was a noticeable wet spot right below the zipper of the cut-offs.

I got a sudden inspiration. The Lawn-Boy had a thingy under the tank that shut off the gas. I moved the little handle to the closed position before I rolled the mower out into the yard.

My boobs jiggled a lot when I pulled the starter cord. I knew nothing was going to happen but I did it three times before stopping to catch my breath. I stole a peek at the young man working so hard at looking busy next door.

Paul was kneeling on the deck just outside his back door behind a big planter box. It hid his lower body and he was pretending to be weeding. His hands were moving around the dirt inside the box but his eyes were on me. I got that awesome powerful feeling again and called out to him.

"Hey Paul... any chance a girl could get a hand," I batted my eyes and put on my most helpless little girl expression.

"Uh...uh sure," he stammered and I could see him blushing even from twenty feet away. "I'll come around."

If I wasn't so horny it would have been funny. Somehow he stayed in a sort of crouch and kind of duck walked into his house. It should have taken less than a minute but two minutes later he still hadn't arrived. I knew the cause of the delay I just didn't know how my boy–toy was going to deal with it.

He came through the gate looking flushed.

"I'm sorry," he apologized I had to use the washroom.

I got a horrible sinking feeling.

'What if he went in and jerked off to get rid of his boner? What if he wanked himself dry?'

To my disappointment all was quiet on the basketball shorts front. Paul crouched and pulled the spark plug lead off and examined it before putting it back and making sure it was secure. I leaned forward to watch putting my hands on my knees. When he looked up his eyes went really wide. I knew that my top had fallen away a little and that he was getting a tantalizing view down between my unfettered breasts.

"Was... was it working OK...uh, the last time... the last time you used it? He asked.

His voice was hoarse as though he didn't have enough saliva or air or something.

"Yeah it worked great... Paul is anything wrong... uh, with you I mean."

"No... I'm... fine," he choked out and started to take the air filter off.

"You don't look fine. You look all flushed and nervous, like... like you saw a ghost or something."

He was checking out the foam rubber filter which had a few blades of grass stuck to it.

"I'm just gonna clean this a bit," he announced standing up and spinning very quickly away from me and toward the garage. I fell in step behind him.

He went right over to the workbench and stood very tightly up against it looking for something to clean the filter with.

"Is it because you saw my boobies," I asked, striving for a slightly less innocent voice.

Paul turned his head but not his body. I'm pretty sure he was preparing his lie but I intercepted him.

"Paul I know that you've been looking at me all summer." A sound came out of him. It could have been a sigh or a moan and all the color drained from his face.

"It's OK... really I don't mind," I assured him stepping closer.

He was almost a foot taller than me. I barely came up to his arm pit. I remember being so impressed by his muscles when I put my hand on his back that my kitty twitched. I began stroking over his well muscled shoulders. He was sweating even though it was pretty cool in the garage. Cool enough to have my nipples half erect and poking against the thin undersized halter. The coolness was at least part of why they were hard.

"I saw you looking at me this morning," I informed my nervous neighbor. "I know you had a... a woody. Did I cause that?"

The pathetic noise he made had me feeling sorry for him.

"Would you show it to me...? I've never seen one before."

He had turned his head back and was studying the tools hanging on the pegboard above the workbench. I couldn't guess what was going through his mind. I moved in closer, right behind him and then wrapped my arms around pressing my fleshy mounds with their stiff peaks into his back.

Sliding my hands down over his flat abs, over the elastic waist of the athletic shorts I whispered,

"I'll let you see more of me... all of me, if you let me see it," I wished I was tall enough to lick his ear.

When my hands located the hot hardness of his young manhood he groaned very loudly and hunched his hips.

I was glad that my dad had an old carpet remnant in front of his bench when I knelt down with it between my somewhat boney knees and the cold hard concrete floor.

It didn't take much force or effort to turn his hips around to face me.

"But you're just a kid!" he wailed as I worked the polyester material out over his pole and down to his knees.

He was trying to convince himself that age mattered. Looking up into his contorted face I wasn't even sure that being female was a prerequisite given his condition. I sat on my heels inhaling the musky scent of him and giving his package a thorough visual going over. I judged his penis to be smaller than the zucchini I had used on myself earlier in the week. It would be a while before I came to know how well hung Paul actually was.

His uncut cock standing straight up was fascinating but what caught my attention and imagination first were his balls. I had never really thought much about this part of the male genitalia. I was amazed at how long his sack was and how big the orbs nestled inside appeared to be. I looked up expecting to see him looking down but he wasn't. His head was back and he was leaning against my father's workbench.

"Can I touch them... would it be OK?"

It probably wasn't clear what I was asking and I don't think it mattered. He'd been making little grunting noises ever since I pulled his pants down and that didn't change. He didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either. I started rolling his balls in my fingers. His grunts turned to groans and his pecker began to twitch.

When I grasped it three things hit me simultaneously. The first was that my hand didn't fit around it, which meant that it was as big as the vegetable cherry popper. The second was the heat, I thought his balls were hot but it was nothing compared to the fire in his dick; and lastly the hardness. I had expected it too feel like Jessie's toy but it was way harder—like a steel bar—a very hot steel bar.

At the top I could see a purple crown poking out from a crinkled ring of skin. I put my hand around the middle of the shaft as best I could and started pulling it down to a horizontal position. I felt his balls jerk in my hand which really surprised me because I never realized that they moved. I applied just a little pressure to his testicles and watched more and more of the purplish red head emerge through the puckered ring. That ring of loose flesh lost its puckers as it was stretched by the emerging bulb.

Paul's groans were getting louder and his balls were twitching in my hand. When I saw the droplet appear from the thin crease I just had to taste it. I put my tongue underneath, you know where the cleft in the head is, and licked up the slit all the way to the tip. I thought his balls were going to jump right out of my hand and this time his groan was almost a scream.

I rolled my big blue eyes up so I could see his face. He was looking down and his expression looked like either extreme pain or terror; but I knew that it was neither one. It was hard to hold his member horizontal. I thought I could almost do chin ups on it. His dick was insistently trying to stand straight up.

I pulled back on the hot bumpy shaft until the ring of skin seemed to pop inside out and wrap itself like a collar behind the purple bulb. An even bigger drop of juice appeared from the slit. The first one I'd licked was salty, but there wasn't really enough of it to get a taste. Wanting this drop further back on my tongue I wrapped my lips around his twitching organ so the whole head was in my mouth.

I was familiar with ejaculation—I even did it myself sometimes—I just wasn't expecting it so soon. I didn't know that if Paul hadn't left his first load in a wad of toilet tissue back in his bathroom, I likely wouldn't have even had time to get it in my mouth. The jet of spunk hit the back of my throat like a stream from a garden hose, except hot. I almost choked and I needed to cough but I swallowed instead. The second burst wasn't as powerful and filled my mouth instead of shooting down my throat. I decided my first impression had been correct—salty and creamy. I couldn't spend too much time tasting because there was more coming and I had to swallow or it was going to start pouring back out of my mouth. There was something sharp almost vinegary about it.

'Salt and vinegar... my favorite potato chip'

After the third or fourth blast there was no more coming out. I sucked on the hot smooth bulb in my mouth and squeezed firmly on his balls to see if I could get anymore. The sound my college freshman neighbor made didn't even sound human.

The rigidity and heat was fading from his dick, and when I sat back I saw that it was drooping and shrinking. I recalled the conversation I'd had with Jessie about sex with boys.

'Yeah it's good honey but a lot of them can only do it once... then they need to rest for quite a while before they're ready again.' she'd said.

This was after we'd made each other cum at least five times. Once seemed so... so... inadequate.

While I had been fellatiating the boy from next door I had also been unconsciously grinding my pussy against my heel. Now my coochie was throbbing and demanding attention. I was afraid I'd blown it (pun not intended). I'd wanted to find out what a real cock felt like inside and I was afraid I'd wasted this one for the time being. Well, maybe wasted was too strong a term; not made ideal use of was more the point because I certainly did also want a taste.

Even with the carpet padding my knees were getting sore. I stood up and watched Paul leaning against the workbench holding his nuts and groaning. Something about him handling his own equipment turned me on even more. I was going to run in the house and service myself as usual on my bed but I was finding the sight of his dick, even drooping and dripping very stimulating.

The shorts came off more easily than I'd expected. I realized how wet the crotch was when I kicked them off. Rubbing against my foot had primed me very well. When I applied my fingers it felt so wet and swollen. As I began the varied stroking techniques that Jessie had taught me I reached up behind my neck and slipped the bow out of the halter tie. My top dropped down exposing my tingling boobs. My eyes closed as I massaged the tingles into pleasure signals that went straight to my girlhood. I bent my knees and squatted a little to give myself better access.

I expected it to be fast. Having not fingered myself for the better part of a week I was sure that I'd cum in a flash. The waves were getting bigger and hotter and I was sure my climax was really really close. I opened my eyes to use the visual stimulation of Paul's cock to provide the final push over the top. I think I had a mini one when I saw that he was stroking up and down on his dick which was standing out in front of him like a lance. It didn't look quite as rigid as it had before but it certainly wasn't limp.

When Jessie had warned me about men's limited abilities she was referring to men her age. She had evidently forgotten that the appetites of twenty year olds, and particularly twenty year old virgins was quite another matter.

Reaching a little peak, as I just had, put me into a bit of a valley. We were standing there watching each other masturbate and I wanted to take it to the next level but I didn't know how. I'm pretty sure that Paul didn't either, so what he did next was more primal instinct than thoughtful plan.

He grabbed me and spun me around. There was a high stool in front of my dad's bench and he pushed me forward until it was sort of against my lower ribs. His hands bit into the soft flesh that was developing on my hips and he was trying to lift me. I caught on to what he was trying to do, so I reached down the far side of the stool, grasped the

cross member between the legs of the high black vinyl seat and pulled myself up. I felt my feet leave the ground and my freshman neighbor's thick prod wipe through the sloppiness of my well lubricated vulva.

The head of his dick felt hot against my opening and I thought how much nicer it felt than the lifeless gourd had. I didn't have much time to enjoy the sensation because a second later he was inside me. I felt my lips and interior walls stretching to accommodate him. He slid all the way in fairly slowly. Just before her bumped against the end of my flooded passage I felt the gigantic rush and the gushing release from between my legs.

I probably screamed but all I could think about was how my pussy muscles were spasming and squeezing down on his hot hardness. I could feel him working in and out and wave after unbelievably bigger wave made me try to buck back toward his thrusts, but I had no leverage. I wound up just squirming and wailing on top of the stool's seat, pulling harder on its cold chrome legs until my arms hurt.

I was almost in oblivion when he pulled out. I felt his seed sprinkle on my lower back and ass. It seems he really didn't have much left. Later I was amazed that he'd had the consciousness and will power to pull out. It was a useless gesture because there was more than enough sperm on his dick from his earlier ejaculation to impregnate me anyway if the conditions had been right.

I don't remember much about what happened next. I vaguely recall stumbling into the house leaving him standing there with his manhood drooping and dripping again. I got myself into a hot bath. I couldn't seem to stop shivering. I fell asleep.

I slept long enough that the water was pretty cold when I woke up. I washed quickly and threw on a robe. Some addled part of my brain made me go into the garage to see if Paul was still there. He wasn't but the lawn mower was. I caught the scent of hot grass and gassy oil fumes. Looking out into the yard I discovered that my chore was done.

I never cut the grass again that summer. All I had to do was go into the yard wearing something a little revealing and voila. If that was the only reason I was fucking him it would have been like prostitution. I did enjoy the sex as much as he did I think, but there was never any depth to our relationship; certainly no love—not on my part—not even any romance. Paul always seemed to be trying to pay me back but it was always with things like cutting the grass. What I needed was emotional currency. I didn't know if it was just him or boys in general. Those feelings that I had with Allie never materialized. I missed her terribly.

Summer ended. Paul went back to college, and I went back to school and to Allie. We picked up right where we'd left off—sort of. We each had summer experiences that made us value our relationship even more.

Mid October, my dad's business was winding down for the season. There was a distinct fall chill in the air that day I was walking home. The day all hell broke loose and my life changed forever.

CHAPTER 2

When I walked in the door it was obvious that something was dreadfully wrong. My mother was in the hallway with our three biggest suitcases. There was no doubt that she had been crying. I stood there in shock and felt my own tears well up.

"We're leaving!"

She didn't say anymore she just grabbed the handle of one of the heavy bags and pushed past me on her way to the car.

It didn't seem like a time to ask questions and I was much too upset to even figure out what questions to ask—although you'd think that why would have been simple and logical enough.

I took the second bag out to the car and my mother stuffed the heavy suitcase in the hatchback with ease, and went back for the last piece of luggage. She slammed the rear door got in and started the car. In a daze, the tears actually flowing by now, I got in and we left the only home I'd ever known.

Rush hour hadn't really started yet and we were already in the suburbs so it was only minutes before we were on the open road driving north. There was no conversation as we left the city. We were both sniffling and my mom occasionally wiped angrily at a tear.

We'd been driving for nearly half an hour when she spoke.

"Your father's been having an affair," she said between her teeth.

It came as such a shock that I just blurted out the first thing that came into my mind,

"Are you sure... how do you know?"

"I caught them... twice!" the word twice came out high and squeaky.

There it was, explained in ten words why my life was suddenly turned upside down. I was too upset now to even cry and we rode in silence for a while. My mom seemed to be gaining composure.

"Ya remember that boy he hired at the beginning of the summer?" she asked finally.

"Jason?"

"I went to a jobsite to take your dad a special lunch," her voice was going up and getting more strained with each word. "I caught them having sex."

By the time she finished her voice was so high and weak that I could barely make out the last couple of words. I thought I hadn't heard correctly. I didn't want to believe it and I was trying to convince myself that I'd misheard or misunderstood.

"He was having sex with Jason a... a boy?"

She just nodded.

I felt like I was on an elevator that had just dropped ten floors. My stomach did a flip and then turned into a hot burning lump.

"He said it was just the one time. He pleaded and convinced me that it was the boy who'd started the whole thing and that it would never happen again... and I believed him." She ended up sobbing again.

We were in cottage country now and there was a rest stop ahead with picnic tables and port-a-potties on the shore of a very small lake. My mom pulled into the parking area and started really crying as she rummaged in her purse for tissues. I had never seen her this upset and angry. I was crying too although I wasn't sure if it was in sympathy for her or for myself.

We sat there weeping; neither of us noticing the spectacular fall colors that festooned the lake. When she spoke again she seemed to have calmed quite a bit.

"The first time was in September right after you went back to school. Then this morning I was out shopping and I saw the truck parked in a driveway that was nowhere near the job he was supposed to be working on. I wasn't spying on him it was pure coincidence... just an accident that I happened to go that way."

She paused and swallowed as if preparing herself and then said,

"I went around back and he was... they were—" she didn't finish and I suppose there was no need to but I wished she would have.

It may sound stupid but I was having trouble imagining what two men would do together; if Jason could be called a man. He wasn't much older than me.

Mom blew her nose, dried her eyes and started the car.

"Where are we going?" I asked

"I have a friend up state. I called her after... uh... I asked her if we could come and stay just until I could sort some things out. She agreed."

I was ashamed of myself when I realized that thinking about my dad and his laborer getting it on had made my pussy start to hum. I gave myself a mental slap and tried to put the catastrophe out of my mind for a while. I was already going into the first stages of grief. The denial phase hadn't lasted very long; I was onto blaming my father for this whole mess. I fell asleep, emotionally exhausted, dreaming about him and Jason—together.

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It was dark when we arrived at the Cummings' residence. I'd slept most of the way. Only waking up when the car was making multiple turns, winding through the small city suburb. We'd driven for like five hours.

We got out, and in the dim light of the moon my mother looked extremely tired. By the time she had the hatchback open a man appeared. He was tall and slim. Handsome I suppose in plain sort of way. He put his arm around my mother's shoulder and gave her a sidelong squeeze,

"It's good to see you Karin; I wish it was under more pleasant circumstances."

"Good to see you too Steve," she responded reaching into the car for the first bag.

"No, no you go in the house and relax... I'll look after this. You must be worn out after that trip."

My mother stepped aside and his eyes fell on me. I'm thinking that I must have looked a state. Crying for an hour and then sleeping in the car with no opportunity to even wash my face. There was something in the way that he looked at me that made me feel... funny.

"You must be Sadie," he said with a smile and put out his hand.

I nodded and took the hand he was offering. Instead of shaking it he captured it in both of his and leaned down so his face was even with mine.

"Everything's gonna be fine honey... you'll see," he assured me and then turned to extract our luggage.

My mother put her arm around my shoulders and started ushering me toward the house.

Standing in the doorway illuminated by a fairly bright porch light was a woman with curly short blonde hair. She reminded me of a doll I'd had when I was little. Her perfect face was smiling but as we drew closer the expression drooped and I could see the eyes filling up in the garish light. When we were close enough she sighed,

"I'm so sorry honey," and proceeded to hug my mom.

They held the embrace a little longer than I might have expected. When they separated the doll faced woman said,

"Wow Sadie you sure look different than the last time I saw you!"

The statement was a surprise to me because as far as I was concerned I'd never seen _her_ before. _Different_ didn't mean better and I was self conscious about how I looked anyway.

"You've grown into a beautiful young woman," she added clarifying her comment.

My mother was now standing beside the woman of the house and I found it interesting that they had their arms around each other's waist.

"Mister and missus Cummings used to be our neighbors," my mom solved the puzzle. "They moved away when you were about two."

"Come on in it's chilly out here," missus Cummings invited and held the door for us.

The house was small I guessed that it was maybe half the size of ours—uh, I mean the one we'd left. To the right of the small entry hall was a living room and straight ahead was the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home," our hostess said indicating the nicely furnished room. "Can I get you anything; coffee, tea a drink perhaps?"

"Oh don't go to any trouble Clara," mom responded as if it would make a difference.

"It's no trouble at all and you've had a long trip. I'm sure you need some refreshment."

"In that case I'd love a drink!" mom replied with enthusiasm.

"Still vodka... I've got some frozen," Clara asked heading for the kitchen.

"Yeah great."

Mom was moving into the living room so I followed. I had never seen my mother drink hard liquor before so it was really a surprise that she asked for something so potent. Missus Cummings returned with the frosty bottle of Grey Goose and glasses. She also had a diet soda for me. Mister Cummings joined us and poured himself three fingers of the clear alcohol before he took a seat in the easy chair opposite the couch were my mother and I were sitting.

"I'm afraid we only have the one guest room," missus Cummings was saying as we all sat sipping.

"We'll be fine," my mother responded. "I hope we don't have to trouble you too long. It's so nice of you to put us up on such short notice."

"Don't be silly. I'm actually kind of excited about having time to catch up."

I was sitting out at the edge of the couch turned to toward our hostess. Out of the corner of my eye I saw our host was looking at me instead of the women who were having the conversation. I realized that the position I was in put a lot of leg on display between my short skirt and knee socks. Mister Cummings seemed to be enjoying the view.

"Clara, I'm really sorry but I'm just exhausted," my mom said as she set down her empty glass. "I really need to get some sleep."

"Of course dear don't be sorry. You've had a bitch of a day and then a long drive." Our hostess was standing up and so was my mother. I did too. Maybe it was my imagination but our host's eyes seemed to follow me as we left the living room.

She showed us to the room at the end of the hall and indicated the bathroom on the opposite side. She and my mother hugged affectionately again before we went inside and closed the door.

My mother began to strip immediately. It wasn't that late and I had slept quite a while in the car so I went to my school bag and pulled out my laptop. There was a little table and chair on the wall opposite the bed—like a make-up table. I set the computer on it and started it up. When I turned around mom was naked.

The physical sensations that washed over me came as a shock. I was trying to remember the last time I'd seen her nude and I couldn't. She had a great body, large boobs that didn't sag too much—for her age—a narrow waist and full hips. What surprised me the most was the fact that her vulva was hairless except for as small tuft right above her pouty looking crease.

Her breasts hung and swayed as she pulled back the sheets and climbed into the bed. She heaved a sigh of relief and I walked around the bed to say good night. Her eyes were already flickering when I kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry honey," she murmured.

"It's OK... it's not your fault," I consoled.

I don't know if she heard. I think she was already asleep.

Returning to the make-up table I was delighted—no that's too mild a word—ecstatic, when the window popped up asking if I wanted to connect to the new unsecured network. They had a wireless router! I was planning on playing some games I had stored until I got sleepy and now I had the whole world to entertain me.

The very first thought was Allison. I opened instant messaging and was thrilled to see that she was on-line. After making connection Allie suggested we switch to MSN Live. It was great to see her face but I couldn't stop the tears when I thought about how far away she actually was.

I thought I looked disgusting in the little thumbnail in the bottom corner of my screen. I stopped looking at the tiny image intended to facilitate aiming the laptop's built in camera. Instead I concentrated on my girlfriend's beautiful face which filled the rest of the screen. We talked for over an hour sometimes laughing sometimes crying. It was amazing, almost like being in the same room except we couldn't touch. My mother snored softly in the background. I think we could have played a Metallica concert and still not wakened her. I so wanted to hug and cuddle with Allie that it physically hurt.

Eventually I heard her mother calling and reminding her that it was a school night. We had to sign off but promised that we'd connect again tomorrow. I felt so much better having been able to vent my feelings and get support from my closest friend. When I undressed and slipped into the bed beside my mother I barely even thought about the fact that we were only a foot apart and both naked, before sleep over took me.

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The next day my mother was on the phone constantly. Missus Cummings was busy around the house so I stayed in our room, surfed the net and played games. Eventually I got bored and my eyes were sore so I just went snooping around.

Next to our room—mom's and mine—was a small room with a desktop computer. The room was really small, hardly more than a closet so the little computer desk and hutch along with the office chair practically filled it.

I wandered my way around the living room picking up all the knick-knacks and checking them out. Our host was evidently a good housekeeper there was no sign of dust anywhere, not even on the white painted mantel above the ornamental fire place which was over my head and I was quite sure over hers too. The dried flower arrangement in the center caught my eye. It was one of the nicest ones I'd ever seen and I had to touch it to feel what it was made out of.

I wandered downstairs to the Rec room or TV room; whatever they called it and continued the snooping. It was a very comfy space with a leather couch on one wall a couple of big leather recliners. The wall mounded TV looked as big as the one we had at our house—uh, my dad's house. In the corner was a gas fireplace. The mantel made of very dark wood was smaller than the one in the living room and all that was on it were a couple of big brass candle sticks.

I turned on the TV and started channel surfing. There were lots of channels to surf because the Cummings evidently had cable. It was a different service than I was used to but I didn't have any trouble finding my way around.

When I tuned in the porn station there were two young women going down on each other. I was just starting to really enjoy myself—you know through my jeans when I sensed as opposed to saw my mom come in. Quickly I switched to one of the daytime talk shows. I don't know if she noticed, but if she did she didn't say anything.

Mom sat down beside me and stroked my hair, telling me that we were lucky; mister Cummings was a teacher at the local high school and had already made arrangements for me to be enrolled as a temporary student. The fact that I was glad will give you some idea of how bored I was.

That night at dinner I learned a lot; stuff that I wouldn't normally have been interested in and even as I absorbed it I didn't know at the time what relevance it had. Stuff like the fact that Aunt Clara, as it was decided that I should call our hostess, had lost her job a few months earlier. The clothing store she'd been managing had gone out of business. Uncle Steve apparently didn't make enough money and the loss of her income had put them under some financial strain.

I also learned that my parent's business was a lot more successful than I'd realized. I knew we lived very comfortably and I never wanted for anything but when the conversation turned to divorce settlements the amounts of money they were talking about came as a surprise. Uncle Steve was particularly inquisitive, almost to the point of being rude—I thought.

After dinner mister Cummings disappeared while I helped my mom and Aunt Clara clean up. They retired to the living room when we were finished and were gabbing about Broadway musicals which really didn't interest me. I went downstairs to the TV room. I was disappointed to see that there was a basketball game playing but the TV sound was muted. I was about to go back upstairs when I heard our host talking and realized that he was on the phone. I wasn't intending to eavesdrop but what he was saying piqued my curiosity so I paused, out of sight behind the door frame.

"Oh I'm sure it's gonna happen," he was saying. "If I can get evidence what would it be worth to you?"

There was a pause while he waited for a reply.

"I was thinking more like twenty grand," Mister Cummings stated flatly.

After another pause,

"Ah come on Sam it'll probably save you half a mil... maybe more."

I didn't know who he was talking to and the fact that my dad's name was Sam could've been just a coincidence.

"OK... OK I'll call you when I've got it... then we can negotiate." He hung up.

I didn't realize that in straining to hear I'd leaned a little too far around the doorframe. When he hung up the phone he looked right at me.

"Come on in Sadie... you can watch whatever you want," he said pleasantly holding the remote out toward me. "I'm not really interested in this game anyway."

Feeling guilty I crossed the room to where he was patting the seat beside him. I was wearing a pair of jeans that were fashionably tight and a T shirt. Per my usual habit I hadn't bothered with a bra since I didn't expect to be leaving the house. I was very conscious of the slight bounce of my breasts as I walked toward him. His eyes were all over me.

I accepted the remote he was offering and took a seat, not too close.

"Thanks," I said opening the cable guide to look for a show I wanted to watch.

His eyes were still on me and it made me shiver inside.

"You're just as beautiful as your mother," he complimented as I scrolled through the list.

I remember feeling embarrassed when I realized that my nipples were hard. I didn't need to look down to know that they were poking out against the thin fabric of my top.

I found a sitcom that I liked and tuned it in, stealing a sideways glance at my host. He was wearing the dress pants and a dress shirt that he'd arrived home from work in. I was shocked at myself when my eyes strayed to his lap.

'Was there movement there?'

I was ashamed that the possibility made my coochie itch.

I tried to concentrate on the show but I was aware that, even though Uncle Steve was facing the TV, he was looking at me out of the corner of his eye most of the time. When the show ended and the next one was starting he excused himself and went upstairs.

'I wonder if he'd gonna jerk off thinking about me?' That thought created a hum between my legs.

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The next day was Saturday. My mom and Aunt Clara were going to go shopping—I was invited to come along. Going to the mall with my friends or just to hang out was fun but going with my mother, even to escape the boredom was not appealing. Uncle Steve had projects to do around the house so I was welcome to stay home. Frankly that put ideas in my head so that's the option I chose. Uncle Steve wasn't staring at me in my nightshirt but he never missed an opportunity to look.

While we were cleaning up he went to the little computer room and was fiddling around. Mom and Aunt Clara got ready and left for shopping. Over breakfast they'd discussed what they needed to get and where they were going to have lunch. My mom apparently had forgotten a lot of things during her hasty, not to mention emotionally charged packing. It had sounded more like a girls' day out than a dash and grab shopping trip. I was glad I'd decided to stay back.

As soon as they were gone Uncle Steve started doing something in the living room. I went to get dressed.

I didn't have a wide selection of clothes and mom had apparently known that I would be going to school because most of what she'd packed was school clothes. I had several skirts and blouses, a few dressier tops and the blue jeans I'd worn the day before.

I stripped naked and was deciding what I'd wear when I remembered how interested my _uncle_ had been in my legs the night we'd arrived. The memory started that delicious feeling down low below my tummy and I thought about how I'd coerced my next door neighbor.

'He was young and inexperienced... not a fully grown man with a wife.'

Still the way mister Cummings looked at me gave me the shivers and not in a bad way.

Recalling his attention on the couch last night made my cookie start to twitch. I lay down on the bed that my mother had left for me to make and began to stroke the source of my needs. It only took a couple of quick circular wiggles and I felt it getting really swollen and hot. I was dearly wishing Allison was there when I slipped a finger between my pouty lips and felt the slippery fluids that had already collected. Pulling my finger up to the top I teased my clit gently and rolled it from side to side.

Waves of heat started to radiate out from my pulsating coochie and my free hand began squeezing my boobie. I imagined Allie between my legs licking and sucking. My fingers weren't nearly as good. I thumbed and squeezed one nipple after the other feeling the pressure build.

My mind started drifting and I was in the garage at the old house bent over the workshop stool. Three fingers plunged into my well lubricated channel and when my thumb collided with my love button I exploded in a rush of delirious sensation. All the air went out of me. As I began to regain my senses I hoped I hadn't made too much noise.

Even though I was feeling a little embarrassed I took the time to lick my fingers clean before I got up and resumed dressing. I pulled on a pair of white panties and realized that my mom didn't know some of them didn't fit that well anymore. She'd just grabbed a handful from my underwear drawer not paying any attention to whether they were old ones or new ones.

The problem was that my butt was starting to stick out and my hips were getting wider; sometimes it seemed by the day. There were others in the dresser drawer at our temporary home but I wasn't sure when washing was going to get done so I concluded that I'd have to wear them eventually.

They weren't too bad. By that I mean they didn't cut into me like some of them did. They were just really snug. They hugged my bum really tightly and the crotch seam was trying to force its way inside. I looked at myself in the mirror and was reminded of that awful term again, camel toe.

I hated that dysphemism. Camels are ugly; everything about them is ugly and I don't think my vulva is. In fact I think vulvas are beautiful. Anyway the underpants weren't that uncomfortable and it might actually turn out to be an advantage.

I took one of my skirts out of the closet where my mother had carefully hung up all our clothes. I chose one of the kilts and wrapped it around. I fastened the waistband actually around my waist which was higher that I usually wore it. Normally it was closer to the top of my hips. The result was that the hem was quite a bit above my mid thigh. I pulled out one of only two bras I had there and changed my mind. I didn't need it.

The white blouse was one of the thinner cotton ones. After I'd buttoned it up I looked in the mirror and saw the outline of my areola showed through just a little. I felt a little twinge, like a tickle in my kitty and got out of the bedroom before I had to do something about it again.

Uncle Steve wasn't in the living room, where I'd last seen him. I took a quick look around and was headed back out when I noticed a small object that hadn't been there yesterday in the flowers. It kind of looked like a miniature cannon so I went over for a closer look. It was so small that if I hadn't just snooped around I'd certainly never have noticed it. The black plastic gun shaped thing was embedded in the dried flowers—almost invisible. Since it was over my head I couldn't get a very good look at it. I was curious but I was even more curious as to where our host had gone so I forgot about it and went down to the TV room.

There was nobody there so I went looking for the TV remote. It wasn't on the coffee table or the end table. I checked between the cushions with no luck. Scanning around the room there weren't that many places it could be. I couldn't imagine why it would be up on the mantel but the wood was so dark and the zapper was black so it'd be hard to see if it was up there. I went over to the fireplace for a closer look; still no luck finding the control for the television. I did find something else interesting though.

In the middle of the mantel was a cannon shaped plastic thing just like the one in the flower arrangement upstairs. If you weren't looking closely you'd never have seen it.

'Obviously not a decoration,' I concluded and it was new.

There was a thin black wire coming out of it. I was trying to figure out what it could be, especially since there were two of them, when the deep voice behind me nearly scared me out of my wits.

"Looking for this?" mister Cummings asked holding out the object of my search.

"Yeah," I said taking the zapper from his hand.

"I had to change the batteries," he explained.

"Thanks," I said looking up into his eyes which were focused on my chest.

As if the weight of his gaze could cause a physical reaction I felt my nipples tightening. Remembering how thin the blouse was I got a little embarrassed and scurried over to the couch. I sat down and furtively glanced back at him as I turned on the TV. He was watching me like I was putting on some kind of show.

My eyes strayed down his lean frame and this time I was pretty sure that I detected movement in the front of the loose sweat pants her was wearing. Quickly I diverted my attention to the cable guide that I'd called up on the screen.

When I looked back he had turned away and was apparently working on the wire from the mysterious little black device. I was tempted to ask him what the heck it was but I was too shy so I just started looking through the menu selections displayed on the screen. I found an old sitcom rerun and tried to focus my attention on it but the way Uncle Steve had looked at me started that nervous sort of tingly feeling between my legs again.

I put my feet up on the sofa with my back against the armrest. When I bent my knees my skirt fell across my hips. I was sort of waggling my knees back and forth—you know open and closed. The motion felt good and the pleasant tingle was beginning to get pretty warm. I knew when Uncle Steve turned around he was going to have an explicit view of my too small underwear. I really wasn't sure if I was teasing him or myself.

Aunt Clara was so pretty and had such a nice body that I couldn't fathom why he'd be interested in a high sophomore but it sure seemed that he'd enjoyed looking when there really wasn't that much to see.

My eyes on the TV, I kept track of my uncle out of the corner of my eye. When he turned away from the mantel he froze and almost dropped the tool he had in his hand. I don't think he realized I was watching him because he just stood there with his mouth slightly open making no effort at all to hide the jerky movement in the front of his track pants.

I thought about that Saturday five months ago when I'd pulled Paul's basketball shorts down and got my first view of an erect penis. I little jolt hit my kitty as I wondered how Uncle Steve's compared. I wanted to see it.

"Uncle Steve, do you think I'm pretty," I asked out of the blue and turned my head toward him.

He jerked and twisted his body quickly back toward the mantel.

"Of course you are Sadie you're a very pretty girl," he assured me still facing in the other direction.

"My hair is such a mousey color. It's not blonde and it's not brunette it's just... just—"

"There's a lot more to being pretty than just hair," he was saying and somehow in a blindingly quick pivot and stride managed to get himself seated on the couch at my feet keeping his tumescent cock from being seen.

"Your face for example," he continued. "You have such nice clear skin, that's rare for girls your age. You have a very nicely shaped little nose, nice full lips and I especially like your big dark eyes. You don't even need any make-up to draw attention to them."

His voice was soft, almost hypnotic.

"And your figure is filling in very nicely too," he added.

"You mean my boobies?" I enquired innocently.

"Yes," he said with a chuckle, "your breasts seem to be developing quite quickly... a lot more quickly than most girls."

"So you think I have nice boo—uh, breasts?"

"Uh yeah, what I've seen of them," he replied letting his eyes explore the front of my blouse again.

"But you don't know for sure 'cause you haven't really seen them," I said feeling my nipples getting all itchy.

"No..." he cleared his throat, "No I haven't but—"

"Would you like to?" I asked cutting him off in mid sentence.

"Well uh—" he stammered and cleared his throat again.

I thought he looked very nervous and a bit flushed. My fingers were on the buttons of my blouse.

"I mean if you want to show me, I love to see them," he said sounding a bit more confident. "It's just that a lot of girls and even grown women are shy about men seeing their breasts."

"I'm OK with it," I responded as I began to release the buttons, realizing that my voice sounded shakier than his. "You're a grown man so you've seen a lot of breasts; I'm interested in your opinion." It wasn't entirely a lie; I was very interested in how he would react when I removed my top.

My hands were trembling noticeably as I released the buttons. Equally noticeable, but only to me was the burning itchy tingle in my nipples and boobies. As I was undoing the last button I looked up and saw the anticipation on Uncle Steve's face. He seemed suddenly calm, much calmer than me. Once again thoughts of his age and experience gave me pause;

'I think I'm getting in over my head here... he's done this before... probably lots of times.'

I opened the halves of my blouse looking at his face and got a huge ego boost. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped again. He had the look of a man who hadn't eaten for days staring at a nicely charbroiled steak. Feeling my confidence swell I said,

"Are they OK... Do you like them?"

His voice seemed a bit hoarse but something in the way he cleared his throat told me that he was not as powerless as he looked.

"They are really beautiful and very well developed for your age," he commented. "And they look really firm for their size."

Once again there was a lack of assurance implied.

I looked down at my own tits and I so wanted to squeeze and knead them to staunch the maddening tingles.

"They are really firm," I responded with more confidence than I actually had. "Feel them if you don't believe me."

The words were no sooner out of my mouth than that churning nervous feeling so low in my belly overtook me. It pleased me greatly to see how much his hands shook as he reached out to me.

His hands were softer and gentler than I had expected. He caressed the underside of my firm mounds and I had to bite my lip to stifle the groan. The sound Uncle Steve made was really strange and he tried to cover it with a sort of cough.

"They are nice and firm," he agreed in a much more confident controlled tone than I was expecting. "And these really show what a grown-up young woman you are."

His thumbs raked over my semi erect nipples. It felt like something in the areola or the nipple itself suddenly clenched. I was looking down at his hands touching me and I swear I saw my nipples pop out nearly double what they had been only a second before. This time it was too unexpected and powerful to stop. The grunt seemed to come up from my core even as the electric pleasure pulse shot directly to my pussy.

I slid down the armrest of the couch, scrunched down almost like I was trying to get away from the incredibly arousing contact, but I wasn't; it was just some kind of reflex. Uncle Steve had been reaching over my upraised knees but when I slid down they parted and his arms were between my thighs. My butt was almost down against my heels and my legs were open. With the overly tight seam of my panties cleaving my lips I knew that there would be a wet spot on the white cotton crotch. I couldn't help but wonder how visible it was.

I saw his eyes flit briefly from my tightly crinkled areolas with the firm little peg sticking out—the ones he was still wiggling back and forth with his thumb—down to the juncture of my thighs where my throbbing vulva was clearly embossed in the thin white cotton. Surprisingly he didn't tarry. His eyes came back up very quickly to my face. He smiled confidently. His right hand left my breast and I felt his fingers, feather-light, tickle over my steaming mons.

"You feel that right down here don't you?"

Uncle Steve had taken my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and begun to pinch it. My pelvis rose all on its own pushing my plumpness into his palm.

For just a moment my boobies were totally abandoned. His right hand was very very gently massaging between my legs and he used his left to lift my leg, placing my foot in his lap. I felt his hot hard penis against the sole of my foot and my whole leg twitched causing me to press down harder and move back and forth just slightly. I thought the sound he made was almost a scream and the textured burning steel shaft under my foot jerked.

When his hand returned to my chest he switched to my left nipple to even up the stimulation. The right one felt like it was on fire. I moaned and moved my foot back and forth over his pole which felt like it was longer than my foot. He was groaning and moving his hand from one breast to the other squeezing their firmness and then flicking the rubbery peg sticking up. His other hand was squeezing harder too and I could definitely feel that the crotch of my underpants was completely soaked. I wanted to take them off but the waves of pleasure were making me so dizzy that I couldn't figure out how to accomplish the feat. I wished he would just tear them off.

"This is where a woman's real beauty is," he said and squeezed my mons firmly to illustrate what this referred to.

At first the sound was an anomaly—out of place between our harmonic moans and groans. It was a familiar sound but somehow out of place, unexpected—unwanted. It was the front door closing.

"Honeys we're home!" they called out in unison with laughter in their voices.

Uncle Steve and I looked at each other in a turbulent mixture of shock, disbelief and incredible disappointment. When the realization of what was happening sunk in I virtually stood on his wiener as I scrambled to my feet. It was interesting that I even noticed how nice my bobbing jiggling boobs felt as I ran the short distance to the little washroom beside the laundry room. Inside I closed and locked the door, collapsing up against the back wall panting like I'd run a marathon.

I didn't even think about Steve's predicament until I heard Clara's voice so close that she'd obviously come downstairs directly to the TV room. Listening to the conversation I gained a whole new respect for the man I had just been petting with on the couch who was no relation to me at all.

"So what have you been up to?" missus Cummings asked in a jovial tone.

"Oh I'm just watching some UFC reruns honey," his voice sounded even and relaxed.

"And where's Sadie?"

"She was here a minute ago." That was no lie.

"You're supposed to be watching her," Clara's voice sounded a little perturbed this time.

"Oh I've been watching her... trust me," he replied with conviction. "She's in the washroom."

"Well send her upstairs when she comes out. we bought some stuff for her too," Aunt Clara said apparently concluding the conversation.

I heard her foot steps on the stairs that went directly over the washroom I was standing and shivering in. Without even realizing it I re-buttoned my blouse straightened my skirt and adjusted my panties. I consciously checked to see if my heart was still beating before taking a deep breath and exiting the powder room.

Uncle Steve was face down on the leather sofa and two men were evidently trying to dismember each other on the plasma screen. If he noticed me start up the stairs he gave no indication. I wondered as I climbed the stairs whether he was grinding his erection between the sofa cushions but those kinds of thoughts only made my pussy ache worse so I pushed the idea aside.

My arousal was a lot easier to hide than his. My underpants were uncomfortably wet but nobody could see that as long as my skirt was on and there were multiple excuses for the hard nipples. They had even retracted quite a lot now that the erotic stimulation had stopped.

My mom and missus Cummings were in the living room with a bunch of articles of clothing strewn across the couch and matching chairs. There were quite a number of things but I noticed a couple of dresses and some underwear—bra and panty sets really.

"Hi sweetie!" mom said enthusiastically. "Look at all the stuff we got. Clara, uh... Aunt Clara knows the woman who owns the clothing shop in the mall. They had this big clearance sale on and then she gave us another ten percent off; isn't that great?"

What I could see did look very nice and I probably would have been a lot more enthusiastic if I wasn't so sexually on edge. My mind was spinning trying to figure out some way to get fifteen or twenty minutes to myself.

After mom got through gushing over her bargains she sent me to try things on. I relieved my sexual tension in the bedroom. Not unlike what I'd done that morning. It took less than five minutes to get off.

I had to model all my new clothes and I was pretty pleased with most of them. Mom knew me and had very good taste of her own. The most remarkable thing about the mini fashion show was the way Aunt Clara reacted. She did a lot of touching and smoothing while commenting on the fit of my new clothes. I didn't mind really, and by the time it was finished I was starting to get kind of turned on again. There was something in my mother's friend's eyes that made me think she'd like to do more than adjust my skirts and tops.

I felt a little awkward at dinner but Uncle Steve was just himself which helped me relax. After dinner I watched TV until bed time while the grown-ups sat in the living room talking.

The next day, Sunday, was uneventful. It was unseasonably mild and I went for a long walk. Our hosts were out most of the day visiting Steve's mother who was in a retirement home a little ways away.

The next morning I put on a new top and skirt over a pretty bra and panty set I'd gotten on Saturday. Mister Cummings drove me to school, which of course was where he worked. Our conversation in the car focused on him pointing out land marks to me so I could walk home. On a normal day I'd be finished by three and he didn't usually leave the school until five.

Once again I felt nervous and embarrassed being alone with him for the first time since our sexually charged encounter, but he put me at ease. It was almost as though it had never happened.

When we parked the car I found out that my mother hadn't been entirely right about Uncle Steve's job. The sign on his parking space read *S. Cummings – Principal*. He introduced me to miz Perkins a Guidance Counselor. Kissing me on the top of my head he said,

"See you at dinner," and went into his office.

Miz Perkins was really nice and we talked a good part of the morning, during which time we also established a timetable for my classes. Around lunch time she took me to meet some of my teachers and assigned me a locker.

By one o'clock all of the necessary intake functions were done and she told me that there was no point in trying to catch up with my class today. She'd already shown me my home room and introduced me to my teacher. She said I might as well go home and make a fresh start in the morning. Like the day before it was a beautiful sunny fall day and I enjoyed the walk back to the Cummings' house. Our car was in the drive and Steve had the Cummings' only vehicle so I was sure my mom and Aunt Clara were home; or at least hadn't gone far.

It didn't take long to establish that there was no one upstairs. When I started down to the rec-room I heard my mom saying,

"God Clara your tits are even more beautiful than the last time I saw them!"

My heart stopped and an amazing jolt hit me directly between the legs. I froze on the stairs not even daring to breathe. I hadn't taken any care to be quiet up to that point and I wondered if they'd heard me. Standing like a statue on the stairs all I heard at first were very faint smacking kissing sounds. When my mother's friend, the woman I'd come to call Aunt, moaned and said,

"That's it sweetie suck them... suck my big hard nipples," a thrill shot through me and I had to grip the railing tighter to keep from falling.

The soft, barely audible, smacking sounds continued along with Clara's unintelligible vocal appreciation. The urge to see overpowered my fear of detection so I crept the rest of the way down.

Peeking around the door frame I was reminded of the cryptic phone conversation I'd overheard mister Cummings having the day after we'd arrived. I'd never been much into peeping and spying but I had to admit that this time it was really getting my juices flowing.

Mom was sitting on the couch in her underwear. Missus Cummings was standing in front of her in just her panties. My mother was sucking greedily on one of the standing woman's boobs while she manipulated the other. I could certainly appreciate why Clara's tits were so appealing. Our hostess had a perfectly proportioned body to go with her doll like face and adorable blonde curls. She thrust her beautiful round butt, encased in sheer blue panties out, as she pushed her chest toward mom's hungry lips.

When Aunt Clara's hand slipped between her legs I followed suit. Pressing my shoulder against the doorframe for support; my hand went under my skirt and stroked my hot pulsating vulva through my new purple panties. I was just enjoying the feel of my labia though the cotton cover, and the sensations that the stroking raised in my belly.

The standing woman didn't finger herself for long. She abandoned her crotch to reach behind mom's back and release the hooks of her bra. Leaning forward, as mom was, the straps fell onto her upper arms but the cups clung to her full round tits.

Clara pushed my mother back grasping the shoulder straps of her bra. She went backward until she was lying with her back on the seat of the sofa and her head uncomfortably cocked forward by the backrest. Her large breasts lolled to the outsides of her chest.

"Oh fuck Karin your tits are so big and beautiful," missus Cummings complimented as she dropped to her knees and pushed my mother's knees apart to gain access.

Aunt Clara's hands looked so small heaping mom's boobies up on top of her chest. I couldn't help recalling the thrill I'd gotten watching her strip the night we arrived.

"Your nipples are huge," the kneeling woman commented and grasped one of mom's nips in each hand and pulled on them.

The areolas looked nearly as big as Clara's little hand and the nipple was big enough for her to grip with her thumb and her first two fingers. The full spongy breast flesh distorted as its weight was lifted by the dark brownish red handle. It was my mother's turn to groan deeply in response to the aggressive stimulation.

Unable to stand my own teasing anymore I pulled the crotch panel of my panties aside and wiggled my fingers against the buttery softness of my engorged lips. My other hand squeezed my boobie hard through my blouse and bra. How I wished I was naked. The pressure of the doorframe on my shoulder was painful and to my amazement it seemed to add to my arousal, like percussion behind the symphony of erotic sensations that my hands were producing.

Through clouded vision I saw my mom's friend pull her panties down and descend on the coiffured non bush that had shocked me a few days ago. The licking and smacking wet sounds played behind my mother's urgent moans. I think we orgasmed simultaneously. I knew that I'd made some kind of noise and fled up the stairs on wobbly legs even before my climax had completely subsided.

There was a knot of fear in my stomach as I threw myself on our bed expecting the grown-ups to storm angrily in the door any second. My jilling fingers in my mouth, I waited apprehensively but nothing happened—nobody came. I reasoned that Aunt Clara and my mom were too engrossed in their own pleasure to even notice my vocal outburst.

Picturing what was happening downstairs I started playing with myself again. Some combination of the afterglow from my orgasm and the head spinning relief I felt at not getting caught pulled me quite quickly into a deep sleep.

The voices woke me up and I was amazed at how long I'd slept. My mother came into the room and I pretended to still be napping. She stroked my hair so I opened my eyes.

"Come on sleepy head, it's time for dinner."

She kissed me on the forehead and left.

Dinner, in fact the rest of the evening was uneventful. We sat together watching TV and, being a school night, I put myself to bed at ten without being told. I dozed for a while but when my mom came in around midnight I was wide awake. I secretly watched her undress. The swaying boobs made my kitty purr.

She got in bed beside me and seemed to drift off quickly. Her regular deep breathing was a pretty sure sign that she was out for the night. My unplanned afternoon nap was robbing me of my good night's sleep however.

I got out of bed carefully so as not to disturb her. The intension was to slip across the hall to the bathroom and diddle fueled by either of my recent and powerful sexual experiences.

As soon as I opened the door I noticed the flickering bluish light illuminating the passage. It was coming from the little door-less computer room. Stealthily I crept the ten feet or so and peeked inside.

Mister Cummings was sitting at the desk with his back to the door opening. He was naked. I knew that he had nothing on because the desk chair only covered his upper middle back. His bare butt, hips and legs were visible on the upholstered seat. I got the impression that he was jerking off to porn images on the screen.

I had my nightshirt on but no panties so it was easy to reach under and pet my kitty while I watched him. My eyes were drawn to the screen to see what he was watching. It appeared to be like a slide show; the images having been shot a few seconds apart showed two women on a couch in the sixty-nine position.

My first clue was the curly blonde hair of the woman on top—how much it looked like Aunt Clara. A frame or two later I had to cover my mouth to stifle the gasp. It _was_ Aunt Clara and even more shocking, the woman on the bottom was my mom!

My head started to spin but I managed to stay focused enough to recognize the rec-room sofa. I concluded that the pictures had been shot yesterday—the previous afternoon. It was the continuation of the tryst I'd witnessed when I'd come home unexpectedly early.

'How did he get pictures of that!' my mind screamed.

I was almost in a trance but I did notice that Uncle Steve had picked up the telephone receiver from the desk.

'A bit late to be making calls,' I thought. 'It must be nearly one in the morning.'

"Yeah hi...Sam... I got it," the naked man said into the phone and paused.

"Well they're eating each other out what do you think!" another pause, longer this time.

"Look Sam I told you what I think it's worth... actually it's a bargain at twenty grand."

"Yeah well what does she actually have on you... it's just her word right, she hasn't got any pictures or evidence of any kind for that matter. It's her word against yours."

Sam apparently was responding, and then Steve spoke again.

"With these pictures you can turn the tables... blame the whole thing on her. Hell you can probably get away with not only not paying her a dime but get custody of Sadie to boot."

Steve pushed away from the desk in a gesture of finality. My heart was beating so hard I thought he'd be able to hear it.

"OK think about it... I'm prepared to e-mail you the whole sordid scene as soon as you transfer the money. And Sam... just as a collateral bonus it's fuckin' hot. You can spank your monkey half to death watching Karin's tits bouncing all over the place while Clara eats her." Uncle Steve hung up the phone.

The next motion he made scared me—I thought he was going to turn around. I scampered back into my room like a ninja.

Lying on the bed, struggling to control my breathing so as not to wake mom, the whole nasty mess swirled in my mind. For some reason the strange black device on the rec-room mantel came to mind.

'Of course... a Nanny-cam!'

I remembered baby sitting with a girlfriend last year and having her show me the camera mounted on the baby's shelf.

'He put a back-up in the living room 'cause he couldn't be sure where it would all go down... He probably put one in their bedroom too... maybe there's even one in here.'That last thought made me shudder.

"You can probably even get custody of Sadie," he'd said.

I nearly started to cry, but instead I dug my nails into my palms generating sharp pain.

"Fuck him... fuck them both if they think they can do this to us." I looked quickly over at my sleeping mother when I realized I'd said it out loud.

'OK you bastards you wanna see tables turn... I'll show ya fucking tables turning!'

CHAPTER 3

The next morning, while my mom and Aunt Clara were preparing breakfast, I took a chance and tried to get Allie on MSN Live; luck was with me. I gave her two projects which she accepted with relish. We signed off blowing kisses and saying how much we missed each other.

Then I e-mailed Paul and asked my questions. He would do anything for me and I only hoped he had time to reply quickly because time was of the essence.

Uncle Steve had already left. It was decided that traveling to school with the Principal was not going to be beneficial to my social status. My classmates would probably find out eventually but there was no need to advertise.

My first day of classes in my new school was a blur. I had too many other things on my mind.

I practically ran all the way home at three o'clock. I opened my lap top and checked for e-mail—there it was! Paul's instructions were very easy to understand. I found Aunt Clara in the kitchen and asked if I could use her computer,

"I've got to look up some stuff on the net and I'm having trouble connecting with mine," I lied.

"Sure honey... it's not really mine, I almost never touch it... hardly even know how to turn it on," she readily agreed.

Armed with the info Paul gave me I thankfully found that the biggest problem was actually not there. The computer wasn't password protected. It seems Uncle Steve put his faith in his wife's lack of technological savvy. Locating the file, checking that no other copies had been made took longer than I'd thought.

I heard him come in the front door while the file was saving to my memory stick. It was a long ten seconds. I had the flash drive out, deleted the original and initiated the shut-down process; it was taking forever. I knew he was at the entrance to the hall barely twenty feet away.

I could use the same ruse on him that I'd used on Clara but I wasn't sure how much he knew about computers. The veracity of my story could be forensically checked if you knew how and I really didn't want him to discover the file missing either—not yet. If he saw me at his computer it would raise all kinds of suspicions that might threaten the plan.

When the screen finally went dark I heaved a sigh of relief and bolted for my room. I collapsed on the bed panting and wondering if I was really cut out for this clandestine stuff. At the same time it gave me a tremendous rush—the adrenaline I suppose.

I wished the success of my scheme was totally on my shoulders but in fact Allie had the key role. I had confidence not only in her intelligence and wit but in her love which would ensure commitment. Still the tasks I'd given her weren't easy.

The next day I skipped my class before lunch and went downtown. Once again I was lucky and managed to get to the theater, pick up the tickets and be back in time for my first class of the afternoon. If everything worked out cutting class wasn't going to be a problem ever again.

For the second day in a row I walked home double time. I was more nervous than excited when I burst through the door of my temporary home and called out to my mom. I hoped I could make my trepidation look like exuberance.

The tickets I'd picked up were for the local theatre group's presentation of 'The King and I'. My mother was a fanatic for musicals and she had been exchanging thoughts about the genre with Aunt Clara so I deduced that the woman of the house was also a fan.

Mom came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron.

"What's all the excitement honey," she asked.

I was practically jumping up and down in the front hall.

"We...we had a quiz at school in music class and I won... I won these tickets," I thrust the two slips out toward my bewildered looking mother and she took them from me.

"Two tickets to The King and I! Wow that's great honey who are you going to take?"

"Well I thought that you and Aunt Clara should go," I responded.

"But they're yours... you won them—" she protested.

My stomach was in a knot. This wasn't a slam dunk. It was an important but not essential part of the plan; I wanted to get them out of the house for the evening.

"But they're for tonight," I explained, "see," I indicated the performance time and date on the stubs. "It's a school night and we wouldn't get home much before midnight... that's too late for me."

I held my breath wondering how many arguments I was going to have to fend off because there was potential for a lot. Then Aunt Clara came to the rescue. She was standing behind my mom reading the tickets over her shoulder.

"The King and I, that's my favorite," she said enthusiastically. "I've heard this performance is really good too. Where did they come from?"

The question made it clear that she hadn't heard the earlier part of the conversation so my mother reiterated.

"Sadie thinks that we...uh, you and I should go," mom told her.

"Really? That so nice... so generous of you Sadie," Clara's apparent acceptance seemed to seal the deal.

My mother gave me a hug.

"Thanks sweetie," and then stepping away, "you're sure... I mean you could go in late to school tomorrow... sleep in a bit," she said offering a last chance to reconsider.

"Nah, I've got a test in first period and old man Nash said anybody who didn't show up had to write a thousand word essay instead. I don't wanna have to do that!"

It was a lie and I hoped it wasn't too elaborate.

"Don't call your teachers old man," my mom scolded.

"What do ya say," she asked turning to Aunt Clara. "If we have dinner on the table right when Steve gets home we might even have time to stop for a drink beforehand."

"Sounds great," Clara agreed. "But in that case we'd better get crackin'!" she was already returning to the kitchen.

I felt light, like a weight had been lifted and I skipped down the hall.

In the room I opened the laptop and checked my mail. I opened the message from Allie with its attachment. A thrill like I had never felt shot through me. She had exceeded my highest hopes.

'How in the world was she able to accomplish this in one day?'

I had told her that it was urgent but I didn't think anything less than three or four days was possible. This was going to make things much smoother and easier than I'd planned for.

I transferred her file to the stick and then went to the kitchen to ask permission to use the desk-top again. Aunt Clara barely paid any attention in granting my request. She was too busy telling my mom about her favorite parts of the musical I was sending them to.

I sat down at Uncle Steve's computer with the flash drive and the little piece of paper where I'd written the name and location of the file I'd deleted last night. It took a couple of minutes but when I was finished I had installed the file Allie had sent me in the same folder and under the same name that Steve had used for the Nanny-cam footage. Unless you opened it there'd be no way to tell the difference. I was counting on Uncle Steve not looking at it again before he sent it to my dad. There was only one reason he might do that, and my plan for the evening made that unlikely.

Just one more piece and the plan was complete.

Dinner was interesting as mom and Aunt Clara bubbled over their plans for the evening. I offered to look after all the clean up so they could go and get ready. My mother hugged me and thanked me again before she left the kitchen. Her excitement and gratitude were a bonus.

I was pretty much finished in the kitchen when the two women, dressed to the nines, announced their departure. The thrill I felt at seeing the two of them so elegantly done up wasn't half of the churning that was in my low belly. This part of my plan wasn't as critical but it had such enormous potential that I was praying that I could pull it off.

In the bedroom I put the laptop on the dresser instead of the make-up table because I thought the angle was better, and then referring to the notes I'd made from Paul's e-mail, set everything up.

Looking to my left as I came out of the bedroom I saw Uncle Steve in his tiny office tapping on the keyboard. It was a place I really didn't want him to be. Leaning against the doorpost I stage whispered his name. When he turned I was delighted by the glint in his eye.

"We didn't get a chance to finish... uh, the other day," I said in the most innocent but breathy voice I could muster.

His face lit up—gotcha.

"You were going to look at... at where a woman's real beauty is... remember?"

I could see the movement in the front of his dress slacks.

"I... I really wanted your opinion... are you still interested? Would you have a look and see if you think that I'm... I'm pretty... uh, where you said it counts most."

In case he'd forgotten I sort of ran my hands over the front of my skirt, letting my fingers dip inward between my legs just for a second. The forceful looking twitch in his lap told me that the message had gotten through. He coughed.

"Are you sure honey... I mean that's very personal, uh—"

"Yeah I really want you to look... and... and I wanna see yours too."

For the last part I let my voice get extremely airy almost below a whisper.

The lust in his eyes was unmistakable even with my inexperience but my stomach sank when the cloud passed over his face.

"This will have to be a secret you know... just between us. A lot of people wouldn't understand."

"I know Uncle Steve... I won't tell anybody. Will you do it?"

The torture of his dilemma was obvious. Eventually his little head won and he stood up. The cylindrical shape running up his groin was quite noticeable. I turned and went back down the hall stopping at my bedroom door.

"I wanna see yours first," I said with the wide eyed innocent expression I'd been practising in front of the mirror. "I've never seen a man's... uh, a man's... thingy before," I lied.

He followed me into the room and I'm sure didn't notice me press the space bar on the laptop enroute to the bed. The screen remained dark thanks to Paul.

I made sure that I was sitting at ninety degrees to the dresser for maximum effect. Steve worked the catch and zipper on his slacks quickly and let them fall. His manhood pushed firmly against the fabric of his jockeys. I looked up into his eyes with that cultivated expression of wonderment. I'd been practising because I wanted him to do all the talking. I was going to do my communicating with my eyes.

When he thrust his briefs down to his knees there was finality to it; as though he'd passed the point of no return.

It was only the second erect penis that I had ever seen differences between Uncle Steve's and Paul's struck me immediately. The first was that Uncle Steve was circumcised so the glans of his penis all purple and shiny was visible right away. The second was that he was quite a bit smaller than my computer geek boy-toy. His tool stood out at about forty-five degrees and was jerking up and down as though it was trying to maintain a certain launch angle.

"You can touch it if you want," he offered, but they weren't the words I wanted to hear so I didn't move.

His dick was less than a foot from my face and I couldn't resist inhaling the scent of his maleness. My pussy was engorged and swollen. I could feel the pulse pounding between my legs but he had to say what he wanted in no uncertain terms.

The droplet of fluid that was developing at the tip was further evidence that Uncle Steve was loosing his battle for control.

"Touch it," he finally said.

The gravelly tone was just what I was waiting for—that and the words said in the form of a command.

I didn't have to pretend to be shaking and I was pretty sure that it would be obvious in later review. I gripped his shaft and squeezed, not as hard as I could but firmly enough to elicit a deep groan from my bottomless victim.

Unlike Paul my hand went pretty well all the way around his rod, and the drop at the end trickled down the crease in the throbbing knob. I was tightening and loosening my grip which I knew would not be visible, and making a very subtle up and down motion that I hoped was not apparent either.

"Kiss it," Uncle Steve grunted.

I was pleased that he'd caught on so quickly to the way I wanted him to speak. As long as he followed the rules—my rules—we were going to get along just fine.

I put my lips against the slit in the head of his penis and tried not to make a slurping sound as I sucked in the drop of pre-cum. I was still providing the surreptitious simulation with my hand. The contact of my soft teenaged lips on the tip of his cock was evidently very pleasurable because he jerked quite violently. I opened my mouth enough to let the glans slip inside. I thought that it would probably look as though he'd pushed his cock in my mouth which was exactly the way I wanted it to appear.

I tried to force a sort of choking gagging sound while in the secrecy of my mouth I was swirling the head of his dick with my tongue and alternately poked his pee slit with the tip. I tasted the next drop emerging from the little crease and sucked as hard as I could without having my cheeks cave in.

Uncle Steve made an inhuman noise and pulled away abruptly. He was shivering and shaking; holding the base of his dick in what looked like a death grip. I didn't learn about this method of delaying ejaculation for another year so I wasn't really sure what he was doing or why. In a few seconds he seemed to have regained control—sort of. He dropped to his knees and reached under my skirt. The urgency and utterly self serving nature of his actions may me smile with glee. I quickly morphed the delighted expression into a grimace as he pulled hard on my panties.

Now that I had confidence that he was completely out of control I actually started resisting. I squirmed on the bed and made pathetic noises. The panties ripped and came off in shreds. He was half standing but sort of squatting to get the height correct. When he wiped the head of his dick through my flooded crease I came in a hip thrashing leg kicking orgasm. I no longer cared what it looked like; I had to have his cock inside of me. I didn't need to do anything Uncle Steve was very intent on the same objective.

He wiggled his manhood until it settled nicely between my lips. I held still to make it easier for him. I guess he was familiar with that feeling of being correctly lined up because as soon as it happened he thrust into me with all the power his awkward stance allowed. His strong hands and fingers bit into my hips and butt painfully as he lifted my pelvis off the bed. I felt myself being yanked around like a toy.

It felt wonderful.

Even the pain of his fingers digging into my ass seemed to compliment the intense pleasure that was streaming from my kitty and washing over me like endless waves lapping the shore.

I lost track of everything. I was screaming and heaving and being yanked by the high school Principal. There was nothing else in my head; no plan, no agenda only mindless pleasure. I think I came twice more before Uncle Steve buried himself in my spasming canal to the hilt and screamed out his own release.

Holding my pubes up against his he shuddered and shook for what felt like a whole minute. It was probably only seconds, before he collapsed on the floor unceremoniously yanking his dick out of me.

I was amazed at how quickly my senses returned. I wanted to just lie there and enjoy the incredible warm peace of the afterglow but there was still just a little more work to do.

I started crying and shaking.

Steve crawled up on the bed with me and cuddled me close. I didn't resist.

"I'm sorry Sadie... I'm so sorry—" he was crying.

I really felt sorry for him at that moment but the words of a dinner prayer for some strange reason invaded my thoughts,

'For what we are about to receive may the Lord make us truly thankful.'

"It's OK... it's OK Uncle Steve," I consoled him kissing away his tears.

'This part is definitely not going to make the final cut,' I thought.

There was a bit more to it. I kept telling him it was OK and swearing that he hadn't hurt me. Finally I decided I'd done all I could and told my distraught host that I wanted to take a bath. He got up and left looking very contrite.

I hit the space bar on the laptop and just as Paul had promised the display came back. The dialogue box in the center of the screen said _Save video as:_ I called it Revenge, and immediately put a copy on the flash drive too.

It was still early but I stayed in my room after the bath. I thought it would take some of the pressure off mister Cummings if he didn't have to see me right now. I reminded myself of what he'd said to my dad,

'You can turn the tables, blame the whole thing on her... probably even get custody of Sadie.'

He was going to regret those words for a long time.

I was feeling pretty smug and fell into a peaceful sleep.

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I didn't normally see mister Cummings until the evening and the next day was no exception. He was gone before I even came down for breakfast.

I made it through the rest of the day without absorbing a single thing. On the walk home it occurred to me that my classmates must think that I was a total air head. My body had been in the school for two full days of classes and my mind had never been through the doors.

I know that my mom and aunt Clara didn't hear me come in when I got home from school that afternoon. They were in the living room so I peeked around the corner thinking it might be a replay of the rec-room escapade. I was sorely mistaken.

My mom was sitting on the couch and Clara was gently rubbing her back. It was fairly obvious that my mother had been crying.

"It'll all be fine Karin... you'll see," missus Cummings soothed.

"But... but what my lawyer said... about them, about Sam and his lawyer wanting to play hardball," my mother sobbed. "He said Sam's lawyer told him that they had something... something that would turn this whole thing around... turn the tables is what he said—"

"That's ridiculous honey... what could it possibly be."

"That's just it... I don't know but my lawyer said that they might... that Sam could... he could even try to get... to get... custody—" she dissolved into tears and buried her head in Clara's shoulder.

I swallowed hard to push the lump in my own throat down and hurried unseen to the bedroom. I hated to see mom suffer like that especially since there was no reason but I had to let the plan play out. She'd get relief soon enough.

I sat down to edit the video that the laptop's built in camera had captured the night before.

It made me horny as hell watching Uncle Steve's cock waving in my shocked looking face.

'I should get an Academy Award for this,' I thought as the scenario progressed.

I was proud of how innocent and scared I looked and sounded. If I didn't know better I'd have believed that I was being sexually molested and eventually raped. Even in the parts where I'd had an orgasm it looked like I was struggling and fighting. I think it was because the tone had been set by the evidently coerced act of fellatio—it made everything that followed look forced and involuntary. I did add an important bit of theatrics around the removal of my underwear that also bolstered the first impression that had been made.

In the end the only editing I had to do was to cut the end scene with us cuddling. The last scene was me, bottomless on the bed crying, and Uncle Steve sitting bottomless on the floor quaking from a huge orgasm. I replaced the original file with the edited one in my hard drive and on the flash drive.

I opened a new e-mail message and was starting to compose my message to Steve Cummings when the little bell signaled that Allison was calling me on MSN.

Her face lit up the screen and the room and I started crying.

"Allie, thank you... thank you so much... I'll never be able to repay you if I live to be a thousand," I sobbed.

"Oh pish-posh it was fun!" she giggled. "I think I was born to be a secret agent... look out James Bond—" she laughed again.

"How did you do it... and so fast?" I sniffled gaining a little control.

"It wasn't actually that hard—turns out Jason's not gay, he's just trying to get ahead," we both chuckled at her pun.

"Right after we talked I called Marisa and asked her to bring the Nanny-cam to school. I found out from Billy... ya know the guy Jason used to hang with before dropped-out; he told me that Jason wasn't even working that day. I cut class and went over to his house... it's not that far."

"But how did you convince him to set up the camera and give you the file?" I asked.

I didn't need to know the details but I was curious.

"It turned out, he was going to work in the afternoon. Apparently he was just waiting for a call to say that the hot tub had been delivered. I offered him two grand... just like you said, and he was still a little reluctant so I used my feminine wiles," she said laughing again.

"You had sex with him?" I was incredulous.

"Well I wouldn't call it sex. Like I said he's not gay but he'd never even seen a pussy... ya know in the flesh. When I showed him mine he blew his load before he even got it in."

I was thinking what a long way she'd come from that innocent girl I'd seduced last year.

"He went over and set the camera up in the house where they were gonna install the hot tub. He's got this beat-up old car... I'm surprised it even runs. Anyway then he came back and waited for your dad to call. You've seen the rest."

She paused as if thinking about her spying mission and then added;

"The hardest part was adding the audio to the Nanny-cam pictures. I'd never have been able to do it without Paul's instructions."

"I owe you big time Allie and I can't wait to see you... in the flesh" I giggled, "but I gotta get going there's still one more thing to do."

We blew kisses and each hit the disconnect button.

I went back to composing my message.

Dear Uncle Steve,

I know this is going to be an awful shock to you but you see the tables have turned just like you said they would. I don't think my dad is going to be all that happy with you so I suggest that you lay low. Don't worry about the money; he won't be asking for it back. I'm going to need two thousand of it right away and I'll let you know when I need the rest. This can still be our secret as long as you are nice to me.

Love, Sadie

P.S. As a bonus this is hot enough to spank your monkey half to death—enjoy.

I attached the file from the web-cam and hit send. It was kind of amazing; pressing the send button could make that electronic file go all the way around the world and in this case it barely had to go twenty feet.

Just for a final review I opened Allie's Nanny-cam file—the one that I'd slipped into Uncle Steve's computer under the wrong name. My mother's distressed state told me that my father hadn't opened it yet.

I clicked play.

It was a nice touch on Allie's part to get Jason to read the script I'd given her. My dad's boy-toy's voice could be heard as the pictures showed him and my dad rolling the hot tub into place.

"As long as you cooperate these pictures need never become public. I am a minor in the eyes of the state so the actions shown here are not only immoral and unethical they are actually illegal.

I suspect you know the kind of treatment sex offenders get in prison. Wouldn't that be an ironic turn of the tables!"

Jason chuckled when he delivered that line.

The Nanny-cam slide show had progressed to where my father's pants were around his ankles and Jason was on his knees in front of him. The amount of my dad's erection that the boy was able to get into his mouth made my pussy twitch. His speech was amazingly clear for a boy with a mouthful of dick.

"You will not ask for your money back from mister Cummings and you will agree to any and every request your wife may make. In return these images will remain locked securely away."

Jason stumbled over the closing line but I think it was only because he didn't really understand it.

"Just as promised the images are hot! Hot enough to spank your monkey half to death."

On the screen Jason was bent over the new hot tub with his pants down. I didn't bother to watch the rest.

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The next night when I got home from school I overheard my mom talking to Aunt Clara in the kitchen.

"It's absolutely amazing," she was saying; "as disagreeable and confrontational as Sam's lawyer was yesterday... today he was the exact opposite. My lawyer said that I can have basically anything I want and they won't contest. Sam wants a quick settlement out of court and he's willing to cooperate to the max."

'I guess he opened the e-mail... not quite what he was expecting.'

I just smiled and carried on down the hall to my room.

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I convinced mom that we should stay; get a place near the Cummings so I could keep going to Uncle Steve's school. Money was no problem; my dad seemed to be happy to give whatever was asked for.

It didn't take long for word to get out that I could fix pretty much any administrative problem that a student could have. For fair and valuable consideration I used my influence to make nasty little issues like cutting class too many times, or failing grades to go away.

The valuable considerations weren't always money. Sometimes they were information or leverage which strengthened my position—augmented my power. Before long I had the dirt and the evidence on half the staff. I became the central repository for all the teacher's misdeeds and foibles. Bits and pieces collected one at a time; any one of them no use by itself but held in combination they were powerful.

Mom was a good business woman and needed something to occupy her time and her mind. She opened a clothing store in the mall. Aunt Clara's experience managing the day to day, combined with my mother's financial expertise made it a successful venture.

Mom agreed that Allie could spend the summers with us, and even said she'd let us work in the boutique. That sure sounded better than installing swimming pools as a first job; and I'd have Allison all to myself for the summers. The school year dragged but my role as student mediator—God Mother if you prefer—kept me busy.

Allison was able to come for a while over Christmas and the odd weekend.

With their second income even better than before the Cummings' money worries were a thing of the past. Uncle Steve had some extra financial responsibilities but nothing he couldn't handle. I had multiple income sources and acquired more on a regular basis so I only tapped him when there was a major need.

My high school years were uniquely rewarding; but college... now that's another story altogether.

THE END.