Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: N/A
“Say hello to Sarah,” said Bobby, “I'll unload the stuff.”
I got out of the van and Sarah smiled at me. She gave the football she was holding a spin and tossed it up into the air a few feet and caught it.
“Hi, Sarah,” I said, “Still Playing football?”
Sarah nodded and waved at Bobby as he got the bags from the car. “Yeah, probably my last year though.”
I don't think I mentioned previously that Bobby was a pretty good athlete. In grade school he was a star on the football team until his grades caught up with him and he was cut. Sarah was an even better athlete, the best female athlete at Sacred Heart High School and maybe the best overall.
Even though she was just going to be a sophomore, everybody knew she was going to start on the varsity volleyball, basketball and softball teams. She also played rugby as a club sport. In addition to that, she was the quarterback on Bobby's touch football team.
I raised my eyebrows at her answer, “Oh? Too much sports?”
She shook her head, “Nah. Next year we get moved up to the B division. They use a bigger ball and my hands aren't big enough to grip it right and I'm just not quick enough or big enough to play any position but quarterback.”
Bobby had taken the bags inside and now came back out. “I told mom you'd show her what you bought later. Me and Sarah are gonna practice a little.”
Sarah nodded at me and smiled as she got up and she and Bobby headed for the backyard.
I went inside, hoping my mom wasn't going to ask to see whatever it was Bobby had bought for me. I didn't really have to worry, it seemed. “Hello dear,” she said, “Bobby said he ran you ragged at the mall. You look a little flushed, was he that difficult?”
I wasn't surprised that I looked a little flushed after running around the woods naked for the last couple of hours. “No mom, there were just a lot of people shopping for back to school clothes I guess. I do feel a little tired though, I think I'll lie down unless you need help with dinner.”
She thanked me for taking Bobby shopping for his school clothes and said I should get some rest so I went upstairs.
My room was hot and stuffy so before I did lie down I went to open my window which looked out on the backyard. Bobby and Sarah were standing next to the garage talking. While I watched though he started running and she backed up a couple steps and threw him the ball.
I went and laid down on my bed, flopping down on top of the covers and closing my eyes. For the first time all day I was alone for more than a few minutes. I couldn't believe all that had happened to me. My hand went down inside my shorts and over my now bare pussy.
For the first time I had a chance to explore my new nakedness on my own time. How sensitive my newly shaved skin felt! I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off myself at all now. I began to stroke my lips, my clitty. I forced myself to go slow but as I began to think about my afternoon, my brother photographing me naked in the woods, streaking past those other girls. My hand began to move faster.
I couldn't help but moan as my fingers brought me to release and I lay there, still stroking my smooth pussy. Finally I withdrew my hand from my shorts, curled up on my bed and drifted off into a nap.
I didn't sleep very long but when I woke it was much cooler in my room so the first thing I did was go to close the window. I couldn't see Bobby and Sarah in the backyard any longer so I figured they had either gone to the playground where there was more room or they had finished with their ball toss.
My cell was on my dresser and I could see I had a text. It was from Bobby and said I should wear my new skirt down to dinner and reminded me to remember rule three. Well I couldn't remember the rules by number but I figured with the skirt he probably meant the no underwear rule.
I didn't know I had a new skirt but I guessed it was one of the things Bobby had bought for me. I looked around my room and spotted a Target bag inside the door. Bobby must have put it there when he unloaded the car.
Sure enough, there were actually two wrap around skirts in the bag along with some socks. There was also a light yellow and a light green polo. Fairly mundane stuff except the skirts were a bit shorter than what I was used to, though not scandalously so. Bobby hadn't specified which skirt to wear so I figured I still had some choices. I picked the khaki colored skirt over the navy, and the yellow polo. I put on a pair of the ankle length socks and my Skechers and went downstairs.
My dad was in his den when I passed, working. He's an architect and does a lot of work at home and we had learned not to disturb him when he was on his computer. My mom was in the kitchen, finishing dinner and asked me to set the table. While I was getting down some plates from the cupboard, she said , “Oh, is that what you bought? They look nice on you but isn't that skirt a bit short?”
“Mom, this is the way they come! I'm not wearing this to school, so what's the difference?”
“Well, I don't think you'll be wearing those to church either,” was all she said. “Call your brother in for dinner and ask if Sarah wants to stay too.”
“They're gone, mom.”
“Then who's that?” she asked, pointing out the back window.
Sure enough, Bobby and Sarah were out there, still tossing the football and I wondered why I didn't see them from my room I went and asked Sarah if she wanted to eat with us and she said yes so I set an extra place while mom marshaled the other kids and got my dad.
I know I said earlier that we were poor before but we weren't really poor, there just wasn't a lot of extra money to spend after paying the tuition for all of us. We did have a really nice house which my dad designed himself and it had a big dining room which we needed with five kids and now a guest.
So we all sat down with me between Sarah and Bobby on one side of the table and the other kids on the other side with mom at one end and dad at the other and me with no panties under my skirt.
Sarah was seated next to my dad, who like most dads I guess was into sports, so he and she did most of the talking about the baseball playoffs and the upcoming football season. That was fine with me because all I could think about was the fact that I wasn't wearing panties. You'd think that for a girl who had just been running around naked in a public park not wearing panties wouldn't be such a big deal but wearing a skirt and sitting at a dinner table with my whole family, I couldn't take my mind off it.
The whole meal I kept waiting for Bobby to try and put his hand under my skirt or something but it never happened, which just made the whole time more agonizing since I was sure that that was something he was going to try. The only incident during the meal was when Jacob, who was of an age where I suspected him of trying to sneak looks down my blouse or up my skirt anyway, dropped his fork and had to go under the table to retrieve it. I quickly snapped my legs together and, although he spent far more time under the table than you'd think necessary, when he got back into his chair it was with a disappointed look on his face.
I volunteered to clear the table and load the dishwasher but mom said she was teaching Pauline to do it. Bobby took the opportunity to remind me that I had promised to help him with the book reviews after supper even though it was the first I'd heard of it. Mom of course thought that was a great idea and that was the end of my first pantiless family meal.
I thought Bobby wanted to start right away but he said that he and Sarah needed about a half hour to work on their playbook and he got a spiral notebook and a pencil and they went out back again.
I decided to use the time to take a shower and again I couldn't keep my hands off my pussy. It felt so sensitive and smooth but I did manage to keep from making myself cum this time. Bobby hadn't said anything about what to wear so I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt again and went downstairs to see if he and Sarah were finished. They were just coming in the back door and Pauline was just turning on the dishwasher when I got into the kitchen.
Sarah said she had to get home and my mom said goodbye to her, then told me and Bobby that she and my dad were going to take the other kids to grandma's house for a while to give us time to work undisturbed. Goody! More me and Bobby time, just what I needed after the kind of day it had been already! Mom and dad gathered the younger kids into the car and I was alone with Bobby for the third time that day.
As soon as they were out of the drive Bobby said, “Rule one.”
I knew that was the one about being naked when we were together but I told him I didn't know if I could write book reviews naked. He said, “It doesn't matter what we're doing, when you're alone with me, you're naked. Besides, I think you can get a couple little reviews done in an hour or less and it's an hour drive each way so they'll be gone at least three hours so we'll have a couple more hours alone. Get naked Leah.”
I was starting to wonder if I wouldn't have been better off just letting him tell mom when he first caught me naked outside. I would probably have been grounded for life and they would have put some kind of alarm on my door to keep me in or something but at least it would be done with. He had so many more compromising pictures of me now though, that I didn't see a way out. Plus, maybe somewhere deep down I wanted it this way.
My t-shirt and shorts came off and I handed them to Bobby. “My computer is up in my room,” he said so that's where we headed. He switched on his laptop and I found myself staring at another picture of me naked, this one from this very afternoon. He was already using it as his desktop wallpaper.
He must have had some kind of talent with a camera because the picture was beautiful. It was just me, naked and walking on the path, but somehow he had managed to make me look beautiful, sexy and innocent all at the same time. He had me sit down at his desk, then reached around me and clicked on an icon to open up a document.
I was surprised to find that he had actually made some kind of rudimentary effort at doing the summer reading assignment. I would have thought that he had done nothing, at least there was a start. It wasn't really that awful either. As I said it wasn't that he wasn't smart, he just didn't apply himself. When he wanted to, he could do the work.
With some of what he had written being salvageable, I soon had most of the summer assignment done. It was weird at first, being in my brother's room naked and typing on his computer, but in concentrating on the words in front of me I almost forgot that part, that is, until he said, “That's enough for now, Lee, save it.”
I saved the document and started to get up. “No,” he said, “That's enough homework, but you're not finished. Don't you want to see the rest of the pictures I took today?”
I sat back down. I did want to see them actually, the one he had set as a wallpaper made me want to see more. As much as I couldn't resist being outdoors naked in the past, now I found I couldn't resist looking at myself naked outdoors. “Yes Sir, I do.”
He clicked on another icon and a slide show started again. Dozens of pictures of me naked in the park. They weren't all as good as his wallpaper but many of them I found breathtaking. I couldn't believe it was me. When the slide show ended he started a short video of me streaking past the athletic field.
”Remember that?” he asked.
“Did you like it?”
“Good! Because we're going to do lots more things like that Leah. Lots more.”
He took my hand and stood me up, then led me over to his bed. I started to think he was going to rape me then, even though he said he wouldn't and I started to shake and even tried to pull my hand away. He let go of my hand and said, “Relax Lee. Nothing bad is going to happen.”
The tone in his voice was soothing and I felt a little better though I was still shaking some because I knew that even if he said it wasn't bad, something was going to happen. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Sit down on my bed, Leah.”
I sat on the edge of his bed and he got his pillows and put them behind me and had me lie down crosswise on the bed with my legs dangling off the side. It was getting dark outside by now and he went over and turned on the lamp on his nightstand, then sat on the floor by my feet. “Open up your legs a little, Leah.”
I did and I knew now he could see everything and I blushed a little because even though he had seen me naked and a whole bunch of other people had too, now he was looking right at my pussy. I was wet from looking at the pictures and I thought he could probably see that too and that made me even wetter.
He just looked at me for a little bit, then he said, “You have a very pretty little cunt, Leah.”
“No, I mean it. Your lips are just so puffy and your little slit is so cute and I can see your inner lips just peeking out and they're just such a gorgeous shade of pink. It's the prettiest one I've ever seen.”
I wondered just how many he had seen and I didn't know he even knew the word gorgeous, but his words made me blush some more and get even wetter if that was possible. “Thank you,” I said again.
Then he said the words I knew were coming and the words I longed to hear now. “Touch yourself, Leah. I want to watch you cum.”
I wanted to desperately but I didn't want to admit it, so I said, “I already came twice today, Sir. I don't think I can do it again.”
“Yes you can, Leah. Do it. Rub that pretty little cunt for me.”
I had to cum by then. In fact, I was in danger of cuming just from him looking at me and talking like he was to me. I reached down and started to play with myself as he watched.
“Whoa, Leah. Not so fast, go slow and only rub your clit, I want to see your cunt when you cum.”
I slowed down for him, my fingertip making small circles around my clit. “Please,” I asked him, “Could you call it my pussy? Not cunt. I don't like the word cunt.”
“Sure Leah, sorry. Rub your pretty little pussy for me, let me see you cum.”
I wanted him to see it too, and as I watched him watching me I knew it was going to happen soon. Then all the sensations of the day seemed to come back to me at once and all of a sudden I was cumming so hard that I screamed and tried to clamp my legs together as the spasms started. I shoved the back of my free hand into my mouth to try and stop screaming and Bobby put his hands on the inside of my knees to keep my legs open. I forced myself to open my legs wider so he could see and he said, “It's OK, Leah. It's OK, no one can hear you,” so I took my hand from my mouth and just moaned through the rest of my orgasm.
When it finally stopped I just lay there on Bobby's bed, completely spent. He took my hand from my pussy and put the first two fingers in his mouth, sucking them gently, then licking them clean. “I could see your pussy clenching Leah, like it wanted something to squeeze on when you came.”
“Do you want something inside you when you cum?”
I still couldn't speak so I just nodded.
“Do you want a cock inside you?”
That freed my tongue and I said, “Yes, I do, but I still don't want you to fuck me.”
“That's OK, Leah, you will,” he said. “You've been a very good girl today Leah and now I have a new rule for you. Rule number four, You are only allowed to touch yourself, or to cum, if I say it's OK, understand?”
“Can you do that Leah?”
“Yes Sir, but it will be hard.”
“I know, but you will do it. Now, I want you to go to your room and get some sleep, tomorrow's gonna be a very big day.”
I went back to my room still naked, as Bobby didn't offer to give me back my clothes. I realized then that our relationship had changed forever. I couldn't ever look at him as my little brother again. I wasn't familiar with the terms at the time, though I think Bobby may have been, but I was now his sub, he was my dom.
I fell asleep that night before my parents got home and I slept the whole night through. The first I remember the next morning, my mom was calling for me to get ready for church.
For one brief moment I thought the whole thing had been some kind of dream. I was brought back to reality however, by the fact that I was naked in bed. I never slept naked despite my penchant for exhibitionism but I must have been so emotionally drained when I went to bed that I fell asleep without putting on pajamas.
As I brushed my teeth and got dressed for Mass, I wondered what Bobby had planned for me today. He had said it was going to be a big day and I had no idea how he could top yesterday unless he planned on getting me naked in church.
Bobby hadn't said anything about what to wear and since the weather was still warm I wore what I usually wore to church in the summer, a light sun dress only, remembering rule three, I was naked underneath. I didn't really need a bra but I was afraid of my nipples showing through so I picked a darker color, a kind of burnt orange, hoping that would help keep them from showing. It also happened to be a bit longer than most of my summer dresses, I just hoped it wouldn't be windy.
We all piled into the van for the short ride to church. Dad drove and mom sat up front with him, with me and Bobby in the second row while the other three kids had to squeeze into the back bench seat. The drive was uneventful, except when mom suggested that it was such a nice day, maybe we could take a drive through the Metro Park after church.
While I was still trying to think of a way to avoid driving past the same places I had been cavorting in naked yesterday, Bobby spoke up, saying he needed to get home right after church because he and Sarah had arranged the first practice for their touch football team for the afternoon. Mom wasn't too happy about that, saying that Sunday afternoons should be for family activities but she calmed down when dad suggested that we go to the park later and have a cookout.
We got to church and dad fussed because he couldn't find a spot at the end of a row but he finally found a spot he liked so we parked and went into church. Bobby didn't try anything during Mass except once he put his hand on the seat of the pew as I was sitting down so I sat on his hand. Even though he didn't do anything, just being naked under my dress and knowing that he knew was enough to keep me worked up all through Mass.
“You're going to Hell,” I told myself when it was time for communion and I was walking up the aisle of the church to receive.
Father Murdoch gave me the host, saying “The body of Christ,” and I mumbled my response and all I could think of was I wasn't wearing underwear in church.
When Mass was over we stood out front of the church for a little while while mom and dad said hello to some of their friends and Father Murdoch came over and said hi to my parents and he told me he liked my dress and I thought he somehow knew I didn't have panties on but I don't see how he could have.
Karen, one of my friends from school came up and said hi and asked me if I was going to be on the Flag Team again and I figured it was up to Bobby now so I said I didn't know because I really didn't know. Anyhow, she said she'd see me at school and dad and mom finally said it was time to go so we all got back in the van and went home.
When we got home Sarah and several boys who were on the team were waiting and Bobby told them he'd be out as soon as he changed clothes. I went to change too and Bobby got me alone in the upstairs hallway and he told me that he wanted me to get him a date with Karen.
I said “How can I do that? She's a senior and you're a sophomore, she's not gonna want to go anywhere with you.”
He kinda rolled his eyes and said, “Just ask her, Lee. She's your best friend isn't she? Ask her real nice and sweet. I'm sure you can get her to go on just one little date with your poor little lonely brother. Ask her this afternoon.”
He and his team went off to the playground to practice and I went downstairs to help my mom with feeding the other kids lunch. While I made a salad and mom made sandwiches, I thought about what I could possibly say to Karen to get her to agree to go out with Bobby. I knew she wouldn't do it, in fact she'd just laugh at me. That gave me the idea to treat it as a joke. We'd laugh together, then I'd tell Bobby she said no.
After lunch and before Bobby got home from practice, I called Karen. She wasn't really my best friend like Bobby said, but close enough. She was tall and blond and tan and had bigger tits than me. She looked like a model, and she was a cheerleader until sophomore year when her older sister, who was a cheerleader in college, cracked a vertebra doing a stunt and her parents made her quit. On Flag Team we didn't do stunts so that's why she could do that.
We talked a little bit and then I said, “Hey, wanna hear something funny? After we saw you this morning, my brother said he'd like to go out with you!”
To my surprise she said, “Bobby? He is kinda cute, and he looks like he hit some kind of growth spurt or something over the summer.”
“Yeah, but go out with you? What's he on, right?”
“What do you mean? What's wrong with going out with me?”
“Karen he's a sophomore! He's two years younger than you, remember? Your birthday's the same week.”
“So?” she asked, “My mom's three years older than my dad. She always says she's a cradle robber.”
“You're serious? You really would go out with him?”
“Why not? He is really cute and he's taller then me now. He's kinda buff too. We could go to a movie or something.”
My mom was calling me so, a little stunned, I arranged for Bobby to call Karen later and hung up so mom and me could go shopping for the cookout.
The Cookout: Naked Again
Shopping was easy. Mom had pretty much a standard picnic list, burger patties, hot dogs, buns, etc., so we were back home and packing up in no time. Football practice was over and Bobby and Sarah were in the backyard again. My mom started to tell me to go get him, but then she said she'd go.
Pretty soon they came back out front and Sarah said goodbye and we went on our family cookout. Dad found a picnic site with a grill and a couple of picnic tables and he and Bobby got a fire started in the grill while I helped mom get the other things ready. She had these plastic clips to hold tablecloths on the picnic tables when it was windy and she fussed around with them. Yes, we had tablecloths on our picnics.
Pauline was picking weeds that she called wildflowers and Jacob and David were throwing around a rubber football. Mom suggested to Bobby that he join them and give them some help with catching and throwing but he announced that I had volunteered to let him try out his camera by posing for some pictures in a nature setting.
Mom, still thrilled that her two oldest were getting along so well after years of sibling rivalry, thought that was a great idea. She told us we should go and she and dad would watch the other kids and get the meal ready and that we should be back in about an hour. Bobby told her that he knew of a very scenic spot down by the river where he and his buddies used to fish and we set off, me, Bobby, and his camera, again alone in the woods.
We started out on a paved path again but after a little while Bobby started to turn onto another dirt path. Now, I don't have a great direction sense or anything, but I was pretty sure that the river was in the opposite direction and I said so.
Bobby laughed. “You think we want them to find us?” he asked. “Besides, anyplace is scenic once you're naked in it. Come to think of it, why not get naked now?”
Well, I could think of a few reasons not to, like mom, dad, total strangers and, oh yeah, the Park Rangers, but I knew Bobby wasn't interested in those reasons so again I got naked in the woods. My shorts and tank top came off and Bobby put them in his backpack again. He told me I could keep my shoes on to make walking easier.
He told me to walk ahead of him and I know he was taking pictures of me from behind because he told me I had one of “The most terrific little butts” that he had ever seen. Then he ran ahead a bit and took more pictures as I walked toward him.
Pretty soon he took me off the path entirely and into the woods. There were a lot of evergreens in the area and we were pretty well concealed where we were. Again he had me strike various poses and snapped away all the time. He found some flowers and put some in my hair. He had me lie down, both prone and on my back on a bed of pine needles, then he found some mud and wanted me to lie down on that.
“Robert, Sir," I corrected, "I'll get all dirty!”
“That's better, but if I want you dirty, you get dirty. These will be really cool pictures.”
The mud wasn't real thin, but Bobby added some water from his backpack to it and that made it sticky enough to coat me in mud. My forearms, breasts, belly, the front of my thighs, knees and even my pussy were covered with this dark greenish slimy mud and I hoped I wouldn't get some kind of infection from it.
Bobby daubed a little more mud on my cheeks and chin, then had me pose lying in the mud puddle. He had me lie face down, then roll on my side. He made me lift my upper leg so the pink between my muddy pussy lips would show, and of course, he made me touch myself. He made me play with my clit, spreading the mud around on it, but he told me not to make myself cum this time, and all the time he took pictures.
Lastly he made me stand up and he took more muddy pictures of me until he decided it was time to head back to the picnic. I was too muddy to put my clothes back on, plus parts of me were muddy that would show, like my face, legs and arms. Bobby took off his t-shirt and wet it with water from his backpack and told me to try and wash off some of the mud.
I started with my face and tried to wash off as much mud as I could from the areas that would still be exposed when I had my clothes on. I tried to clean as much mud as I could off my pussy too while Bobby photographed all this. Eventually his shirt was too muddy to be useful anymore so I handed it back to him. I couldn't help but notice that with his torso naked, my “little” brother really was kind buff, like Karen said. I guess he really had grown up a lot.
He gave me back my clothes before we started back, which surprised me because I expected him to make me walk most of the way back naked. I was grateful until I realized he was using the time to take pictures of me with my clothes on to use if my parents asked to see the results of our picture taking expedition. Just before we got back, we came to a water faucet for picnickers and Bobby washed out his shirt, then wrung it out and put it back on wet.
The drying mud was irritating and itching under my clothes by the time we got back. My mom saw me scratching so I blamed it on mosquitoes. Sure enough, dad asked Bobby for the camera and he began scrolling back through the pictures immediately. I was about to freak, waiting for him to scroll to the first one of me naked, when Bobby secretly showed me the memory card in his palm. He had removed it, leaving just the camera memory for dad to look at.
Dad complemented Bobby on his picture taking talent, and then he told me I had turned into a “Real beauty,” and I looked “So natural.” At least he didn't see me as “Natural” as I had been just a few minutes before.
The food was done by then so we ate, while I itched, and Bobby fidgeted, I'm sure anxious to get home and get a good look at the pictures on the memory card. By the time we packed up and headed for home, all I could think about was a shower and I hoped Bobby would let me take one in peace.
I told mom that I needed to take a shower first, blaming the “mosquito bites” but she said I had to wait till the younger kids had their baths and were ready for bed, so it looked like I was going to have to itch for a couple more hours. I tried changing clothes right away, but that didn't help. I got a washcloth and tried washing up in the half-bath on the first floor and that did help some but I still felt dirty.
My dad asked me what was the matter so I told him I was itchy from the woods and had to wait for everybody else to have a bath first and I really wanted a shower. He said, “Why don't you use our bathroom?” which was a surprise because when he designed the house and we first moved in they said the master suite was off limits to us kids and I'd almost never been in either their bedroom or their bathroom except to clean. “Just lock both doors, and you can take all the time you want.”
I got my bath stuff and got ready for my shower. Bobby hadn't really said anything to me since we'd been home and I think he was in his room, probably drooling over his latest naked pictures of me.
Their bathroom had doors to both their room and the hallway so I made sure I locked both doors. They had this huge shower and a separate bathtub. I thought about soaking in the tub, but I wanted to wash away the remains of that icky mud, not sit in it, so I got in the shower.
It took me awhile to figure out how to work their fancy shower head, which had all kind of massage settings, but finally I got a nice spray and scrubbed myself with my body wash and a puff. I had rinsed off the body wash and was shampooing my hair when suddenly I felt a change in the air pressure or something. Somebody was in the room!
At first I thought it must be my mom, though I didn't think anyone could get in with the doors locked, then I got a look through the glass shower door. It was Bobby! My first impulse was to try to cover up, but then I realized that was kind of pointless in view of the fact that he'd seen me naked so many times already. Instead I asked him how he got in.
He held up a little key, “Didn't you know there was a skeleton key in one of the kitchen drawers? I made a copy years ago.”
“You better get out,” I told him, “What if dad or mom finds out you're in here with me?”
“Don't worry, I got plenty of time. Dad's meeting with a client, and mom has Jake and Davie down in the living room organizing their school stuff while she's hemming Pauline's uniforms.”
He opened the shower door and looked at me, “Rinse off that shampoo and get out here, leave the water running.”
Of course he had his camera and took a couple pictures of me wet. “I called Karen. We're going to a movie tomorrow.”
“She's gonna go out with you?”
“Sure. I told you the really pretty girls are starved for attention.”
Great. Bobby was going to be dating one of my classmates. Well, maybe it really was a good thing. He'd have less time to spend on me, not that I thought she'd go out with him a second time. “Great then. I'm glad to hear it. Now don't you think you should get out of here before mom or dad comes around?”
“I just wanted to say thanks for asking her for me and to get a few bathroom pics.”
“Well you got a few, so why not leave before we get caught.”
“You're such a worry wart. Just a couple more wet ones, get back in the shower.”
He posed me for a couple more pictures, mostly from the back, he liked the way the water flowed over my butt, he said. I was glad to see him crack the door and peak out into the hall before he left.
Just before he walked out he said, “You've been a good girl again today. You can make yourself cum now, Leah.”
Well, I didn't want to, especially after he told me to, so I was determined not to cum. I did use my bath puff to lather up one more time as I wanted to be sure to wash as much of that dirt off of me as I could. The puff felt nice as I scrubbed, especially on my bare pussy. No, I didn't want to cum, but I decided I would just make myself feel a little good, give my clit just a little attention. I put aside the puff and used my soapy finger to trace along my slit up to my clit. Oh! It sure did want the attention!
I started to think about where I was and what I was doing. I was masturbating in my parent's shower! In a room that had always been off limits. I may have had no experience with sex myself, but I wasn't so naive as to think my parents didn't do it. Dad must have designed this room with the big shower and super sized tub for a reason. You didn't have a shower or a tub big enough for two unless two people were going to be using them together.
I started to think about my mom and dad together, in this shower, making love. My mom was almost 40, but she was still very pretty, if just a little chunky. She had reddish blond hair just a little darker than mine. Her tits were definitely bigger than mine, in fact I had looked at her bras in the laundry and she was a c-cup, which I could only hope to grow into at this point.
My dad kept himself in shape, conducting lots of meetings with his clients on the golf course. He had dark brown hair with just a tiny touch of gray and I'd always considered him incredibly handsome. As I continued to touch myself I imagined him standing behind my mom, reaching around to grab her breasts, his hands traveling lower, over her belly, touching between her legs as I was touching myself. I forgot about not wanting to cum as I thought about them together. about my dad and my mom, about him touching her like this.
Then I had the image that it was him touching me, his fingers teasing my clit. I didn't want to think about my dad touching me though, so I tried to imagine some generic man in the shower with me, ready to make love to me, but the image kept switching back to him. I found the only way I could keep from thinking about my dad was to imagine it was Bobby behind me, Bobby naked in the shower with me, touching me, pressed up against me from behind. When I tried to stop thinking about Bobby, the images of my dad kept coming back, so in my thoughts I let Bobby touch me, letting him make me cum in my parent's shower.
When I came I tried to push the images of Bobby out of my head but I couldn't. I remembered that first night when he had confronted me outside in the driveway, telling me I would beg to be fucked by him. I couldn't imagine it then but now I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Karen: the Date
The next morning Bobby pretty much left me alone. I think he was preoccupied with his afternoon date with Karen. Dad was at his office while mom had a meeting of her Rosary Society. Bobby did come into the kitchen while I was cleaning up after breakfast and said, “I've been doing some research.”
Well, as I've said he isn't normally the research type, so I was a little confused. Could he possibly be trying to finish the book reviews by himself? Before I could ask, he continued, “I think I can teach you to cum on command.”
“I can teach you to cum when I tell you to.”
“I've cum every time you told me to so far.”
“No,” he said, “Not like when I tell you to make yourself cum by rubbing yourself or anything, you'd just cum when I say a certain word.”
“You mean like, even if I wasn't touching myself or anything?”
I shook my head, “That'd never work, it's impossible.”
“I dunno,” he said, “I've looked at a lot of websites that say it's very possible.”
Just then Pauline came in and reminded me that she was supposed to be the one to load the dishwasher from now on and Bobby dropped the subject. He spent the rest of the morning in his room. Whenever I walked past his door I could see him on his computer but whether he was doing more “research,” sorting through his pictures of me, or doing something else, I couldn't tell and he didn't tell me.
Mom came home around noon and Bobby asked her if he could go with his friends to see “Galactic Rangers,” a movie he'd been waiting for. She asked him if his book reviews were done and he looked at me. “I helped him finish them while you were out, mom,” I lied, so she told him it was OK.
Bobby then did something he almost never did. That is, he took a shower in the middle of the day. A short time later he got a text on his cell and announced, “I'm going, mom. I think we might get pizza after the movie if that's OK.”
“Alright,” she said.
Bobby waved at me and whispered, “Look in your room,” before he headed out the door. I was curious because I didn't see anyone out front so I peeked out the bay window in the living room. From there, I could see him getting into Karen's car, which was waiting about four houses down the street. As soon as I saw them drive off, I figured I'd better get up to my room and see whatever it was that was there before mom wandered in and found it.
On my bed was a bag from Target. It held only two items. The first one was a gift wrapped package, obviously wrapped by Bobby with the paper folded untidily and taped messily. It was about as big as a box of candy. Before I opened it I took out the only other thing in the bag, a folded piece of paper. Bobby had written a note telling me he had set up a Gmail account for me, and telling me to sign on and read my mail.
The note didn't say if I should open the package or not so I decided I'd see what was in it. It turned out to be Bobby's idea of a gift for me. Actually it was a really nice little women's shaving kit with a razor, trimmer, and some really nice lotion. I guess Bobby was trying to make rule number two easier on me. I put it all in my underwear drawer and went to my computer.
The note included a Gmail account name and password so I signed on. I had two emails. One was titled “Instructions,” and the second, “Oh yeah.” The instructions weren't much really, just to use the “gift” to keep myself baby smooth at all times, and to read my mail every day.
There was also a large attachment which turned out to be whole bunch of the pictures Bobby had taken. I started to look at a few of them and I guess I really did look pretty sexy covered with mud. There were a couple from last night's shower too, with water droplets beaded up on my naked butt.
I opened up the “Oh yeah” email and it turned out to be links to a few websites about how someone could learn to cum on command. Most of the websites insisted it was possible but that the subject had to be pretty much willing for it to happen, though one girl said she was trained to do it without her knowledge.
One word that stood out was Pavlovian. I read over some of the stuff on the sites, thinking I wouldn't want to be made to cum just from hearing a word or a countdown. When I decided it wasn't going to work on me I switched off my computer and got up to go downstairs. Only then did I realize how wet I'd become.
Bobby didn't come home till after supper. Mom and me were in the living room watching some TV when he bounced in, which was almost literal. To say he was in a good mood was an understatement. Mom asked him if the movie was that good and he just said, “Huh? Oh! Yeah, it was great! I'm going upstairs,” and he disappeared up the stairs, humming and taking them two at a time.
I was glad to see him go and I was able to spend the rest of the evening in peace. When I did go up to bed though, I found my computer on, with a message scrolling across the screen telling me to read my mail. He must have hacked my password somehow and somehow I felt more disturbed by that than by anything else.
The latest email was titled, “Tonight.”
I opened Bobby's latest email with a bit of disappointment. I'd hoped his obvious exhilaration on his return from his date with Karen would mean he'd leave me alone for awhile, yet only hours later, here was another order from him. I was to meet him down at the side door at 3:00am, dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and of course, no underwear.
So for the first time in weeks I set my alarm to wake me in the middle of the night. I set it for 2:45 to allow me time to sneak down to the side door. When I woke, the house was quiet. Bobby's bedroom door was closed and I didn't try to knock or anything. If he overslept and missed our rendezvous I'd wait for a bit and then go back to bed.
I crept silently through the house and there he was, in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a glass of milk. He slugged down the last of it and got up, putting the empty glass on the sink counter. “How was the movie?” I asked.
“The movie? Oh, it was pretty nice. Not so nice as Karen though.”
“Are you going out with her again?”
“Um, maybe not exactly 'go out,' but we have some plans.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“That's really not for you to know Leah,” he said. “now let's get going.”
He led me down to the side door and I started to take off my shirt but he told me to keep it on. We went out and he closed the door carefully. He had his backpack with him and I knew my clothes would end up in it eventually.
We started out walking in a direction I had usually avoided on my night time excursions. The reason I stayed away from this area was that about a block and a half away, there was an intersection where there was a gas station that was open all night. The other three corners of this mini commercial zone had a barbershop, insurance agency and a pizza parlor. The pizza parlor was open till 4:00am on weekends but would be closed tonight.
Bobby led me past the intersection. The other businesses were dark but the gas station was open. It had about eight self-service pumps and a tiny kiosk where the attendant stayed at night and sold cigarettes and beer and stuff. We could see the attendant as we walked past and I couldn't tell much about her except that it was a girl. I couldn't tell her age, except that since the station sold beer, she had to be at least twenty-one.
Once past the station we crossed to the other side of the street to a small parking lot behind the barbershop. There was a light on a pole here but Bobby took me to a corner of the lot right behind the building where it was a little darker. Here, he asked me for my clothes. Sure enough, my shirt and shorts went into his backpack but he gave me back my shoes.
I always felt a little silly wearing just shoes and socks but at least I didn't have to worry about hurting my feet in this junky parking lot, or doing whatever it was that Bobby had planned next.
He led me to the edge of the building by the street where we could look at the intersection. The gas station was catty-corner from the barbershop so we could see the attendant inside the kiosk, but not very well. Bobby hadn't touched me very much since that first night in the driveway which now seemed ages ago, but now he stood behind me and slightly left, putting his left hand on my left shoulder and his right on my right hip.
“I bet she spends the whole night reading magazines,” he whispered into my left ear, “And doesn't even look out except when a car comes.”
The attendant did seem to have her head bent down, probably sitting on a stool or something, looking at something on the counter. Bobby's right hand slid around, cupping my butt cheek and giving it a small squeeze. “See ya at home Leah.”
Just as Bobby started back toward home, a car came through the intersection. It was a two way stop, with the stop being for the street we lived on, while the cross street had no stops. It wasn't any problem for Bobby of course and he just kept going while I ducked back behind the building and flattened myself against it.
When I peeked around the building again, the car had proceeded through the intersection on the cross street and had pulled into the gas station where the driver was getting out to pump gas. I could barely see Bobby, at least several houses past the intersection and back across our street to the side we lived on.
Having to go past the attendant would be bad enough, but no way was I going past the station while there was a guy out there pumping gas, so I ducked back behind the building again and waited. I was pretty sheltered where I was, except maybe if a car came up the street toward me, heading toward our house.
I peeked out again and the man was finished pumping and was paying the attendant through a little window. It occurred to me that at this hour the kiosk was probably locked and all transactions were through that little window. The man drove away and I contemplated my options.
It was possible for me to head another block away from our house, then circle around and avoid the gas station altogether, but that would mean going down several blocks naked rather than just a couple. Bobby was probably right about the magazine I decided and the attendant would probably not even look outside.
The option now was should I run, which might attract her attention, or just walk? The longer I waited, the more chance that another car would come by so I decided to use Bobby's idea from the soccer field. Once I decided to go, I would run past the station, not look, and just keep going till I was clear.
I couldn't see Bobby at all anymore so I took a deep breath and started out running toward home. As I ran across the cross street, I looked both directions. In one direction I saw nothing, but the other way were red taillights a few blocks away, probably the guy that had just got gas, and further away the white of headlights but way too far to worry about.
Having already forgotten my own plans not to look, but just run, I looked at the kiosk. The girl was looking right at me! With that little window still open I could see her face as clear as day. Shit! The girls at the soccer field had seen me and now this girl! I was sure she would be calling the police so I ran as fast as I could till I was a few houses past the station, then across to our side of the street, running all out.
Once I crossed the street I couldn't be seen from the gas station anymore, but I kept going as fast as I could. Just before our house I looked behind me and didn't see anyone, either on foot or in a car. I ran up our drive and ran straight into Bobby, waiting for me.
I was all out of breath and I thought my heart was going to burst. I tried to run past him to the door but he caught me and held me there.
“Calm down, calm down,” he said while I was trying to catch my breath. We were just barely out of the streetlights in the shadows of the driveway. He turned me to face the street. “We're not done yet, Leah.”
To be continued...
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