Catey was twelve going on twenty when my Aunt Terri adopted her. To say the blonde girl had had a rough life would have been a gross understatement. Bounced from one home to another she'd seen more hard times than anyone three times her age. And through it all she managed to keep some form of innocence around her and a charming smile.
Catey had been with Terri a year now and was developing into a young woman. It was at her thirteenth birthday where our story begins. The birthday girl was sitting on my lap, one of her favorite positions, enjoying the new GameBoy I'd bought her when her adoptive mother motioned me into the kitchen. Her long thin legs, wrapped up Indian-style. Terri was a big woman, not fat per se, but rather muscular and butch. Military career, never a boyfriend, short hair, she was the complete lesbian stereotype.
"Brian," she began, "It's no secret that Catey worships the ground you walk on."
"Well, um..." I tried to say something.
"No, no I mean that, sincerely." She paused, composing herself, "that's why I want you to watch her while I'm away."
"Away? Going on a trip?"
"I wish. No I just got my marching orders for Kosovo. My unit moves out in a month or so."
"Sounds dangerous."
"It shouldn't be, but we're still getting hazard pay. We're just a medic team, so no one should be firing at us."
"Sounds like fun," I quipped sarcastically. "Catey's welcome as long you need her to stay."
"Glad to hear it, it'll be about 6 months, maybe a year."
"Ouch, does Catey know?"
"Going to tell her tonight, and I wanted to check with you first. It's going to be hard, but I think she's mature enough."
"You're right." I turned and looked out at the party scene, young Catey, laughing loudly as one of her friends tells an off-color joke. She wasn't this happy when she came into our family, but she was blissfully happy now. I hoped she would stay that way.
About three weeks later I met again with Terri. It was just after noon, so Catey wasn't yet home from school. I'd gone out and purchased a PalmPilot to help keep track of important dates with Catey. I could barely keep myself together, let alone a teenager. I got all the information I could scour from Terri: Important school dates, doctor names, insurance numbers, and medications.
"Birth control?" I sputtered.
"Yes," Terri said. "It's not that I don't trust her, I just remember boys at that age."
I had to nod. I was one, still was in many ways.
"Plus it helps her complexion and minimizes her cramping and bleeding."
"Way more info than I needed."
"Get used to it."
Terri had written a list of products that she was used to using, and would help Catey's transition. I wrote it all down and saved the info. I had already made arrangements to move Catey's stuff over to my place so Terri could rent the house out for a few months. She made a little extra money and I wouldn't have to house-sit. Best for both of us. Catey went to the local catholic school (like everyone in the family had done) so the move wouldn't change the school for her, and my neighborhood had some kids her age.
We were rounding out some final details when we heard the front door open. Catey came into the kitchen, glared at her mother, then me, then stormed off to her room.
"How long has she been like this?"
"Since I told her I had to go. Let me try and talk to her again."
"Let me give it a go. She's probably too pissed at you to even listen. And I'm going to need the practice."
"Good luck."
Catey's room was at the top of the stairs, door shut with the typical teenager 'Do Not Disturb' sign posted. I opened the door slowly and peered in. The walls were coated with posters. Every teen pop star was represented. Catey had thrown herself onto the bed and placed large headphones over her ears. The volume was loud enough for me to make out the lyrics of the newest Brittany Spears single. She hadn't bothered changing out of uniform, but rather was laying on her stomach, knee-high stocking covered feet twitching in the air to the rhythm of the music. Her legs were spread enough for me to catch a small glimpse of her cotton panties, white with little flowers on them.
"Hey short-stuff!" I shouted so she could her me over the music.
She jumped up off the bed and spun around to me. The force had thrown most of her long blond hair over one shoulder, the other exposed a white bra strap with flowers matching her panties.
"Oh it's you."
"Nice attitude missy."
"Bite me."
"Hey now. Cut me some slack. And Terri. It's not her fault."
"She's just like the others, all of them. She doesn't love me, she's just running away from me."
"Hush now," I sat down close to her, putting an arm around her, "She loves you very much. We all do."
"Really? Say it. Tell me you love me," Catey pleaded, burying her head into my chest.
"I love you Catey," I whispered, squeezing her tight.
"I love you too, Brian." She whispered with more conviction than I was expecting.
"Now go on downstairs and apologize to Terri. She means well, and she wouldn't go if she didn't have to."
"I'm still pretty hacked at her."
"Don't be. It's not her fault really. She's been in the military longer than you've been alive. She enjoys her work a lot and likes the people she works with. When you're older, you'll see how rare that is. Terri's heartbroken to have to leave you right now, and believe me if she wanted to run, there are safer places to go."
"Is it really going to be that dangerous?" her voice edged with fear.
"I hope not. Everything's been quiet for several months. But you're Aunt's a Gulf War vet, and one tough lady."
"OK. You're right. Guess I need to be tougher and more mature."
"Just more understanding. Now go down and give her a hug."
"Well I guess so."
"Get going or I'll pin you and torture you."
"No way!"
To which I responded by pinning her to the bed and tickling her tight stomach. She squirmed and fought, giggling loudly. Her muscles were strong, but not quite enough.
"All right! I'll go!"
I let her up and sent her downstairs with a swat on the ass. Tight and firm it didn't give much to my hand. Lurid thoughts filled my mind.
"Gonna get arrested thinking like this." I thought to myself.
By the time I had headed downstairs the girls were in a tight embrace, both of them sobbing and saying they were sorry. I grabbed my stuff and ducked out quietly, not wanting to interrupt them.
About a month later Catey was all settled in and life began falling into a routine. Well sort of. I think the transition was tougher on me, than her. Cooking for two, laundry for two and generally cleaning up my act around the place. After a while I didn't mind too much. The house was cleaner, brighter, and friendlier with Catey around. However, my fantasies about the thirteen-year-old were becoming much stronger and much more urgent.
The fact that she loved to get physical and wrestle with me wasn't helping any. Her light, sweet-smelling body on top of, wrapped around, and underneath my body, were, at times, nearly unbearable. I don't think she realized consciously what she was doing, but whenever she had me straddled, her crotch was always over mine, and always in motion, grinding into me.
School let out soon after Catey came to live with me, three months of lounging about the house, chatting on the phone and general mischief. I had given Catey a list of chores to take care of and several lessons to complete on the PC, since her school had below-average computing facilities. She always managed to tackle these in plenty of time. She was also working out on my home gym, her legs and arms beginning to thicken up and show full tone and shape.
Catey was also becoming quite adept at massages, and enjoyed giving them to me at the end of the day. Her soft, tiny fingers probing and kneading my tired muscles at the end of the day. These too were becoming more and more sensual.
One day I came home early, intending to surprise my young ward with a trip to the local mini-golf place. I snuck in quietly, drifting upstairs. Her door was open a little and I peeked in. Catey was completely nude! What was worse, she was on her back, one hand at her crotch, playing with her clit. Her other hand holding the microphone to her Dictaphone recording an entry for her audio diary. I couldn't make out much of what she was saying, but it culminated with an orgasm and screams of pleasure.
I quietly snuck back downstairs and outside, this time, making a much louder entrance and calling out for her. She came down a minute later, dressed in her pajamas.
"Hey! Get showered and dressed we're heading out to mini-golf."
"Cool!" and ran upstairs again.
We enjoyed the day, and dinner afterwards. I was looking at her in a whole new light. Sexually evolving and maturing, Catey was becoming a woman very quickly.
Midway through the summer I had gotten it into my head that the interior of the house needed a good repainting. I enlisted Catey to the cause and we began one Saturday morning. I took the week off so we could complete everything in one shot. Day one went all right, but day two degrading into a lot of goofing off.
Catey was wearing an old pair of tight cutoff jeans and a sports bra. Her long blond hair was tied back in a braid. The first mess of paint was an accident, I wasn't paying attention to where I was and smacked some paint right up her side and breast. After that it went down hill. We were both soaked with paint in a matter of moments. I grabbed her and pulled her close, trying to get the brush from her, our faces came close, very close. She stopped giggling, her breathing, heavy on my face.
Finally she moved, but only to be closer, our lips brushing, then locking, tongues probing, dancing around each other. She moaned with delight as our passion increased with each passing moment. I suddenly had to stop. Realizing how wrong this was, yet felt so right.
"What?" said Catey, almost whining. "I liked that."
"Catey, I'm twice your age, and well...I promised Terri I'd keep you out of trouble, and this is definitely trouble."
"But Brian, I, well, aw c'mon. You can't say you didn't want that."
"Well I...I just don't know. Let's just shower off and talk this over. Like adults."
She seemed heartbroken, but what could I do. Catey went upstairs, and when I heard her shower running I went to mine and started it up. It felt good to get that paint off, but my head was still swimming. How to handle this?
I finished the shower and got out, toweling off. I couldn't find my robe, so I wrapped a towel around me and walked out into my room.
There I found my robe. Wrapped around a naked thirteen-year-old girl and lying in my bed.