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Kids SEE the Darndest Things (M/fff;MF;Ff; MFf;teen;
pre-teen;mast;oral;exhib;voy)

PART ONE

by Schulzie

I don't consider myself wealthy by any means. Yes, I had made some 
money.I used to own a computer software company. Hiring some damn clever 
programmers and paying them well meant that my company created some very 
popular and lucrative software. When a major corporation wanted to buy 
me out, there was no way I was going to turn down seven million dollars. 
No, sir. That meant I could retire at the ripe old age of 32 and enjoy 
plenty of years leading the kind of life I wanted to live. With careful 
management and investment of my money, I wouldn't have to worry for the 
rest of my life.

One major purchase I have made since I came into my so-called "riches" 
is my beachfront property on the gulf. I'm not talking about some 
extravagant mansion by the sea nor am I talking about a little bungalow. 
I live in a moderately sized house, roomy and spacious, comfortably 
furnished, with a view of the sunset in the evenings that is 
breathtakingly gorgeous. I live here alone. As of yet, I have no one to 
share this house with.

Don't misunderstand. I do see lots of women. Funny how money attracts 
some women. Before I had money, I could attract women. But it always 
took a certain amount of effort on my part. Nothing out of the ordinary, 
mind you, just the usual wining and dining ritual most men have to go 
through. But with a little money, a nice house and a fancy car, women 
seem to crawl out of the woodwork. I now seem to do less finessing and 
more fucking. Not a bad life, huh? Except every now and then, I think I 
might like to settle down and enjoy the married life. But trying to 
distinguish between sincere women and the golddiggers out there is a
tough task. So, I continue to live the life of a bachelor until Ms. 
Right comes along.

I do have an extended family across the country though. Lots of brothers 
and sisters, aunts and uncles, cousins, cousins and more cousins. I have 
extended an open invitation to all to come and visit me here at the 
ocean. They are all welcome to stay here, even if I'm out of town. As 
I've told them all, "Mi casa es su casa."

Some of my relatives have visited, some have not. Certainly no one has 
taken advantage of my invitation to the point where I began to regret 
having invited them. But I was surprised the day the phone rang, and I 
discovered some "long-lost" cousins out west. Turns out they were 
related to an aunt on my mother's side who had married...well, you get 
the picture. They were distant cousins. I was amazed that they had heard 
about my open invitation and assumed it applied to them as well. Jesus, 
I
didn't even know these people and they wanted to come stay at my house. 
I could have said, "No, fuck you!" I suppose. But I'm not like that.

So, I'm talking to Cousin Betty on the phone and she said that she and 
her husband, Elbert (I almost busted out laughing when she told me his 
name was Elbert), were planning a getaway vacation - sort of a second 
honeymoon - and were wondering if I would let the kids stay here at my 
place for a week. Damn, the nerve of some people. Here, I don't even 
know these people, and not only do they want me to open my house to 
them, they
want me to babysit! I had a million excuses to give to Cousin Betty why 
I couldn't take the kids, but I never really got a chance to use any of 
them. Betty loved to talk and talk and talk. She spent a good part of 
the time telling me about her kids.

"Rick," she said to me over the phone," you will just love the twins, 
Kristi and Kara. They are so precious!" 

I rolled my eyes at that comment. Yeah, I thought, all kids are 
precious, aren't they? 

"They just turned 10 a few weeks ago, but they are very mature for their 
age." 

Great. That means I'll be babysitting a couple of little smart-mouthed 
wise asses.

"And they really can take care of themselves. Of course, Sissy will be 
there to help."

"Sissy? Who's Sissy", I asked.

"That's our oldest. Don't you remember Sissy? We brought her along with 
us when we attended your brother's wedding. Of course, she was just a 
baby then. She's 15 now. Her real name is Clarissa, but the twins 
started to call her Sissy when they were little and the name just 
stuck."

Let me see, I thought to myself, Betty wants me to take care of two 
spoiled brats and one pimply-faced adolescent named Sissy. Good Lord, no 
way. I started to explain why I wouldn't be able to take the kids when 
Betty hit my conscience hard, below the belt. She invoked the name of my 
mother.

"As your mother always said, Rick, Blood is thicker than water,' and I 
knew they'd be better off staying with a member of the family than with 
one of the neighbors."

She just had to go and mention my mother. Dear Mom. Mom was a "family 
person," and coming from an Irish tradition, her motto was, "There's 
always room for one more." 

How could I say no now? And desecrate my dear mother's memory, not to 
mention tread on sacred family tradition? I agreed to watch the kids.

So several weeks later I was standing at the airport waiting for the 
kids to arrive. Betty and Elbert sent the girls down and made 
arrangements with me to pick them up. As I said, I was standing there, 
holding a sign - you know, like the limo drivers do - with "SHEA" 
written on it - waiting for the girls to get off the plane.

The twins were easy to spot. They were identical twins. Each had light 
brown hair, blue eyes, freckles and big, bright smiles. They both 
spotted my sign at the same time and started waving and shouting, "Uncle 
Rick! We're here!" They came running over to me and nearly knocked me 
over as they both gave me tremendous hugs, one on either side of me.

"Where's Sissy?" I asked the girls.

"Oh, she's back there talking to the pilot or something. She'll be here 
in a minute," one of them said to me.

Then the other one said, "Do you know which one of us is which, Uncle 
Rick?"

Well, of course, I didn't. So I just guessed. "Uh...you're Kristi and 
you're Kara," I said, pointing to each in turn.

"Nope," they both giggled.

"Okay, then you're Kara and you're Kristi."

"No, try again!" they both laughed.

The joke was on me, and I realized that these two girls were just as 
pleasant as could be. Maybe this visit wouldn't be so bad after all. 
Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face a very 
attractive blonde with a beautiful face. God, she was gorgeous. Her body 
was fantastic. Her breasts, while not large, filled her blouse very 
well. She was reasonably slender, and the perfectly-shaped legs that 
poured out of the very skimpy
shorts she was wearing made me wish I was between them.

"Yes? May I help you, Miss?" I asked, wondering what this babe wanted.

"Uncle Rick, it's me, Sissy!"

My jaw dropped. My eyes started spinning. I nearly fainted. If any words 
came out of my mouth, they probably sounded like one of those sit-com 
actors who just found themselves speechless,
"Hummina...hummina...hummina..."

This gorgeous, blonde, leggy, super-model of a girl was Sissy?!?!? I was 
expecting some mousy, little girl with dabs of Clearasil all over her 
face to emerge from the plane. But here was this...young woman! She 
looked like she was 18, at least. Everything about her was perfect. And 
I was about to play host to this babe for a whole week.

"Hi, I'm Runcle Ick," I said, sputtering and stuttering, making a 
complete fool of myself. "I mean, Uncle Rick. Say, why don't we just 
make it easier? Call me Rick, or Ricky, if you'd like"

Oh, Jesus. What was I doing? Instead of acting like an adult in this 
situation, I was acting like some lovesick high school freshman trying 
to flirt with the senior prom queen.


If she thought I was a fool, she sure didn't show it. "That would be 
great," she said, "I was feeling kind of awkward calling someone I 
hardly know, "Uncle," if that makes sense to you."

I just smiled. "That would be fine," I told her, "go ahead and call me 
Rick."

Just then I felt tugs at my shirt sleeves. "Oh, can we call you Rick, 
too?" It was the twins. I had forgotten about them for a minute, being 
so overwhelmed by the sight of their big sister.

"Well...uh...sure! Why not?" I said, jovially, "Everybody can call me 
Rick!"

With introductions and greetings out of the way, we were off to the 
parking garage to get the car for the drive back to the house. All the 
girls fell in love with my car immediately. I have two cars: this one, a 
full- sized "luxury car" for when I have several guests; and, a little 
sports coupe for when I only have one passenger, usually female. The 
twins sat in the back and Sissy sat in the front passenger seat. I 
decided to take the
long way back, down the coast, so the girls could look at the gulf view. 
As the girls looked out over the gulf, I was checking out Sissy's legs. 
They were shapely and tanned, from her toes all the way up to where they 
disappeared under the leg openings of those damned skimpy cutoffs. God, 
she was sexy, I thought, having to remind myself she was only 15 years 
old and a blood relative. But, goddamn!

Once, while I was making some comment about the number of dolphins and 
whales that swim in these waters, I placed my hand on Sissy's leg, about 
mid-thigh. It took me a few seconds to realize that touching her like 
that might be inappropriate, so I pulled back. But in those few seconds, 
I realized a couple of things. First, I found out that her muscle tone 
felt as
good as it looked. More importantly, I discovered that she didn't act 
uncomfortable with my touching her. She didn't jump or act nervous; she 
didn't give me a dirty look. She seemed to like it. Maybe it was my 
imagination, but I could swear she kept looking over at my hand as 
though she wanted me to put it back on her leg.

I know what some of you are thinking. Shame on you. You think I was 
fantasizing about fucking her, weren't you? Well, not yet, I wasn't. 
Uncle or no uncle, I couldn't help but imagine what it might be like to 
cop a feel of this beautiful young lady, and maybe, if she felt 
comfortable enough with my touching her, I might just get a little feel, 
if you know what I mean. No, my mind hadn't gotten far enough to dream 
about fucking her.
That would come later.

We got to the house about an hour before sunset. The girls just "oohed" 
and "aahed" about the view of the gulf from the side of the house, and 
they hadn't even gotten inside to go to the balcony in back to look from 
there. 

I helped the girls with their bags, taking them upstairs to the 
bedrooms. I put the twins in the room at the far end of the hall, 
reasoning that if they were the giggly type, their late night noise 
wouldn't keep me awake. I put Sissy in the room next to mine. Before I 
actually saw her, I figured I'd put the mousy one in the room next door, 
just to assure myself some peace and
quiet. Now that I had laid eyes on her, I just loved the idea of having 
that gorgeous teenager in the room next to my room, the headboard of my 
bed against the wall next to where the headboard of her bed would be. 
Just the knowledge that a beautiful babe like that was only a few feet 
away from me would be fertile ground for some fantasies, if nothing 
else.

I hadn't done any elaborate grocery shopping beforehand, not knowing 
what kind of food these girls would eat, so I grilled up some hot dogs 
and hamburgers on the balcony as the girls watched the sunset over the 
gulf. The twins were excited about having the beach in their own 
backyard, and couldn't wait until tomorrow when they could go swimming. 
Sissy seemed excited, too, saying that she could work on her tan the 
whole week, but she also expressed interest in going up the coast a few 
miles where they
had a boardwalk and shops to look in. Typical teenaged girl, I thought.

That first night, we stayed in and watched a video in the "family room" 
downstairs. I sat in the recliner, Sissy stretched out on the sofa, and 
Kristi and Kara, all ready for bed in their nighties, laid on the floor. 
As the girls watched the movie, I looked at the twins on the floor. I 
still hadn't figured out how to tell the two apart, but when you looked 
at one, you
were looking at the other. Their nighties had ridden up as they squirmed 
on the floor, and I could see their cute, little panty-clad asses. I 
never really had much of an interest in little girls before, at least 
not sexually. But I had to admit, their little round fannies did look 
kind of cute. It would only
be a few years before their bodies started to develop. Wonder if they'll 
look as good as Sissy's. I looked over at Sissy on the sofa, and noticed 
that she was lying on her back with one leg lifted up, her foot resting 
on the back of the sofa. In that position, there was a gap in the pant 
leg of her cutoffs, and I could look right up the pant leg to her 
crotch. Too bad I had
dimmed the lights for the movie. I couldn't see a thing up her crotch 
with the light so dark. I wondered what kind of panties Sissy was 
wearing.

I had already seen this movie before, so about halfway through I
volunteered to make popcorn for the girls which delighted them. I 
brought back individual bowls for all of them. As I walked into the 
family room, I turned up the dimmer on the light switch so I could 
maneuver a little better around all the arms and legs on the floor. I 
gave the twins their bowls, then went to give Sissy her bowl. But I was 
a little clumsy doing it, spilling some on Sissy and the sofa. The two 
of us together tried to grab some of the runaway popcorn. As we did, 
Sissy opened her legs to find
some of the kernels that had fallen between her legs. I took a quick 
glance to get a peek at her panties, dirty old man that I am. I learned 
immediately what kind of panties Sissy was wearing: none!

The blood rushed to my head as I realized that this fifteen-year old 
girl had absolutely nothing on underneath those cutoffs. For a few 
fleeting seconds, my eyes were treated to the sight of an almost totally 
uncovered bare pussy. The crotch seam of the cutoffs hid her slit from 
view, but to either side I could clearly see her young, tender pussy 
lips with a covering
of light, blonde hair, confirming for me that Sissy was very much a 
natural blonde. One of the kernels had fallen right at her crotch, at 
the exact spot I figured her pussy hole would be. Casually, seemingly 
oblivious to my gaze, she picked up the piece of popcorn and put it in 
her mouth. I don't know if there is any truth to all that reincarnation 
stuff, but I wouldn't mind coming back as a piece of popcorn if I could 
suffer that kind of fate. Right from her pussy into her mouth!

I didn't want her to catch me looking, so I just set the popcorn down on 
the coffee table, and went back to the recliner. During the rest of the 
movie, I kept glancing over to see if I could get another peek at that 
sweet, teenaged pussy. That was not to be, as she never quite opened her 
legs up enough to give me the glimpse I was looking for.

Nevertheless, my cock had responded to the little show Sissy had given 
me. The second I realized that Sissy wasn't wearing any panties, "Little 
Rick" went to full alert within seconds. They say a man's cock has a 
mind of its own, and I almost believe it. As much as I tried to 
concentrate on the movie, the throbbing in my pants kept urging me to 
look again, one more time, maybe we'll see it again. But no such luck.

After the movie, Kristi and Kara said they were tired from the trip and 
wanted to go to bed. Before they did, they came over to me, each one 
giving me a big hug. "Rick, can we go down to the beach tomorrow? asked 
Kristi, (or was it Kara?)

"You bet, kid," I said. "You brought your bathing suits with you, didn't 
you?"

"Of course we did, silly," said Kara (or was it Kristi?).

"Great," I responded. "Then tomorrow, if the weather's okay, we'll go 
out back and go swimming."

The twins cheered and hurried off upstairs to the bedroom. I turned to 
Sissy who was still on the sofa and said, "How about you? Are you gonna 
stay up or are you tired, too?"

Sissy stretched and yawned, her tits pressing up against the fabric of 
her blouse, and said, "Yeah, I'm tired, too. But I really need to take a 
shower first. Is that okay?"

"Of course, it's okay," I told her, "You can take a shower anytime you 
want. Mi casa es su casa."

"Huh?" she said, not understanding.

"That's Spanish for My house is your house'" I explained.

"Oh. I like that. Mi casa es su case. I'll have to remember that."

Then she turned to go upstairs. "I'm going to go take my shower now and 
go to bed. See you in the morning."

"Good night," I replied. 

Then I realized that I was sleepy, too, so I turned off the television 
and the lights, locked the front door, and headed off to my room. When I 
got up there, I could hear Sissy in her room. going through her 
suitcase. I walked down the hall to my room and shut the door behind me. 
I undressed and climbed into bed, leaving the reading lamp on so I could 
read another chapter of the book I had started a few days ago. But I 
found it hard to
read, as the memory of the sight of Sissy's young pussy kept appearing 
in my mind. The very thought that such a young teenager had been sitting 
in front of me, accidentally letting me see her most private parts, 
excited me. And again, my constant faithful companion began to rise 
beneath the covers. There was only one thing to do, of course, so I 
threw back the covers and took my cock in my hand and began stroking.

As my hand slid up and down the length of my cock, I tried to envision 
every detail of Sissy's cunt. I could see clearly in my mind how the 
crotch seam of her cutoffs separated her pussy lips, how the seam 
appeared to slide into the gap of her slit, and how the edges of her 
labia almost seemed to overlap on top of the seam. I could see the 
pinkness of her pussy lips that were exposed to my view, and I could see 
the wisps of her fine,
blonde cunt hairs, making gentle swirls and curls all over her pussy. I 
could see all of this very clearly in my mind's eye. I could almost feel 
it and smell it and taste it.

My hand was pumping a mile a minute on my hard dick as I stroked it and 
stroked it, trying to bring myself to an orgasm that was inevitable. 
Just then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. I had just enough time 
to cover myself before the door started to open. In walked Sissy, 
wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Only seconds before I 
had been jerking off to the image of Sissy's exposed pussy and now here 
she stood, with only a towel to cover her naked body.

"Rick, I didn't mean to disturb you, but I forgot my toothpaste. I 
thought I had packed it, but I can't find it. Do you have any extra I 
can borrow?"

I had to stop staring at her. It was hard taking my eyes off of her. The 
towel she had wrapped around her barely covered her nipples at the top 
and ended at crotch level below. As a matter of fact, Sissy was bent 
over a little so the bottom part of the towel would keep her pussy 
covered from my view. If she stood up straight, the towel would end 
above her crotch.


"Sure, Sissy," I said, still a little shocked from her almost catching 
me with my dick in my hand, "there should be an extra tube in the linen 
closet on the top shelf."

Sissy turned around and walked down the hall, then came back and asked, 
"I couldn't find it. Could you help me?"

Well, I just couldn't hop out of bed naked with a throbbing hard-on 
sticking up in front of me, could I? Sissy kept standing there as if she 
were waiting for me to get up.

"Sissy," I said, "I'd like to get up and help you, but I'm
not...exactly...decent right now."

Sissy looked me over as though she had x-ray vision and could look 
through the covers. Then she grinned and said, "Oh, you sleep naked."

"Uh-huh," I said.

"Then let me step outside so you can get dressed," she said, walking 
back into the hall and closing the door behind her.

It shouldn't be so hard for a 15 year old girl to find a tube of 
toothpaste inside a linen closet, I grumbled to myself. But, she is a 
guest in my house, and it's the least I can do. So I got out of bed and 
looked for something to put on. Trouble was, I still had a hard-on, and 
there wasn't much I could wear that wouldn't reveal a huge bulge in 
front of me. The best I could do
was to throw my bathrobe on and hold it at the top and near my crotch. 
That way, I'd be sure to keep my cock from popping out and surprising 
Sissy. 

So, I wandered down the hall, clutching my bathrobe closed in front of 
me. She had found the linen closet alright, but she couldn't see the 
toothpaste on the shelf at the top. It wasn't right at the edge, and she 
wasn't tall enough to see it in the back.

"There it is," I said, "just stand on your tippy-toes and you should be 
able to see and reach it."


That's all it took. But when she stood on her toes to get the 
toothpaste, her towel rose up in the back and I got a glimpse at her ass 
peeking out from the bottom of the towel. Damn, what a magnificent ass 
she's got! That's not a girl's ass. That's a woman's ass! I took in as 
much of the sight as I could before she finally grabbed the toothpaste 
and put her feet flat on the floor.

Then she turned around and surprised me with a quick peck on the cheek. 
"Thanks, Rick." Off to the bathroom she went to take her shower. Off to 
the bedroom I went to finish jacking off with another image to 
concentrate on.

Once I got back to where I left off, I made quick work of it. I kept 
alternating the two views I had of Sissy today. First I envisioned her 
bare pussy, then her ass, trying to remember all the fine details of 
both. I rubbed the shaft of my cock and within a minute, cum was 
shooting out of my dick, splattering all over my stomach and chest. I 
grabbed a couple tissues from the box on the table nearby, cleaning up 
the cum that coated me, finally wiping the last clinging droplet from 
the tip of my dick. Then I turned off the light and started to go to 
sleep.

But I was interrupted again. Once again, Sissy knocked on the door and 
opened it slowly, trying to peer into the darkness to see me.

"Rick?", Sissy called out softly.

"Yes, Sissy," I replied.

Then she opened the door all the way. She was wearing a long nightgown, 
one of those light-blue sheer ones, almost completely transparent. With 
the only light coming from the hallway, she was fully backlit, and I 
could see a wonderful silhouette of her body beneath the nightgown. And 
I could see that she was completely nude underneath the lingerie.

"I forgot to tell you good night. Can I give you a hug and kiss before I 
go to bed?"

Isn't she sweet, I thought to myself. But it wasn't her sweetness I was 
interested in at the moment. It was her sexiness.

"Sure," I said. Since I was on the far side of the bed, she had to climb 
up on the other side of the bed to come to me and give me a hug. 
Thinking quickly, I turned on the reading lamp so I could get a better 
look at her in the nightgown. As soon as the room was lit, my eyes were 
treated to a beautiful sight. She was just bending over to hug me and I 
got a most wonderful downview of her tits inside the nightgown. There, 
hanging and jiggling, were Sissy's tits, those wonderful, recently 
developed, teenage
tits. I only had a second or two to peek, but they were heavenly, with 
those dark nipples surrounded by the white skin that remained untanned. 
As she hugged me, I could feel those tits pressing against my chest and 
I could only wish that my chest had hands. Then she kissed me on the 
cheek and stood up. Trying not to be too obvious, I took in as much of 
her as I could. She stood there in that transparent lingerie, and I 
could see practically all of what God had given her. Her nipples were 
poking through,
making little bumps in the sheer material. And down below, her pussy 
mound pressed out against the fabric, and I could see the texture of her 
blonde, pussy hair as it rubbed up against the nightgown.

"Good night," she said softly, then she left, closing the door behind 
her.

I turned off the lamp, laid back down, and sighed. Reaching down under 
the covers to grab my erect cock, I said to myself, here we go again.

Continued in PART TWO


Stories by Schulzie specializes in stories about teens, incest, 
exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation and oral sex.

http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/schulzie.htm





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