Phyllis Baxter - A loving family

"She's too old to be running around with Paul," Jean said peevishly as she watched them leave. She had made note of the provocative way Cindy moved her hips and the way that Paul had ogled her.

"Oh, come on, Jean… don't be an over protective mother," her husband chided.

Jean was angry. "Of course he looks and acts older, but he's still only thirteen!" She turned away, confused with her thoughts. "I am worried about him, Tom," she said helplessly. "Just as I'm worried about Linda!"

Tom turned to look at his distraught wife. It hurt him to see her this worried and upset, and he had been puzzled by her strange attitude since the kids had come to live with them. He felt as if he were being too hard on her, perhaps he hadn't made allowances for her to re-adjust to them… she needed more time.

"Now, sweetheart," he said, putting his arms around her, "We have two fine, level-headed kids. They've done a fine job growing up and to worry too much about them is silly! They're good kids!"

Jean knew he was right, but she couldn't be consoled. She wished it could be her out with the kids instead of that little bitch, Cindy Walters.

She had noticed how happy the kids had been since they met the Walters and she felt left out. She resented not being a part of their happiness. It was as though Paul was involved in a little happy world that did not include her. She wanted to be his friend! Both the children's friend!

"But what do we really know about those Walters' kids, Tom!" she asked. "Paul and Linda are spending almost all their time with them!"

"Honey," he said tenderly. "We've been all through this. You have to let them grow up! I know you feel cheated, and I'm sorry, but you simply have to allow them their independence!"

"But aren't you worried… about Linda?" she asked. "She has a very beautiful, sexy body! What if that Jerry should try… try to rape her or something?"

"She can take care of herself, Jean. Just as she has for the last three years." Tom didn't feel that this was the time to tell his near hysterical wife that he was quite certain that his daughter had taken the plunge into sex… some time ago actually.

"Besides," he added, "the Walters are quite well-respected around here… they've been coming for the summer for years."

Jean sighed and tried to calm her nerves. It wasn't actually Linda that concerned her. She loved the girl, but Paul was her own flesh and blood! It was her son that had her worried, and yes, she had to admit it… jealous!

"Look," her husband offered. "If it will make you feel any better, I'll make up some excuse to drop by the Walters' this afternoon. You'll trust my judgment of them, I hope."

Jean looked gratefully at her husband, "Oh, Tom… I would really appreciate it. I know I'm being horrid, but I would feel a lot better if I knew what kind of parents those kids had."

"Okay there, now stop worrying about it." Tom knew he could find some excuse to stop by the Walters, and besides, he wouldn't mind having another look at that sexy little Cindy. He couldn't help feeling the animal magnetism of the girl. Just looking at her made a man think of sex and it was hard for him to suppress a smile as he thought of Paul fucking her, as he was certain he was.

Tom didn't bother to think of some phony excuse. Why shouldn't he make it a point to meet the Walters since the kids were such good friends? He was their father, after all.

Approaching the house from the front walk, Tom received no answer to his knock and he was just turning to leave when he heard the sound of splashing from the pool in back of the house. Assuming they were all outside, the father walked around the sprawling house to enter the pool area from the side gate. He was surprised to see not four swimmers, but one… Cindy Walters, swimming back and forth in the pool with fluid, powerful strokes. Tom couldn't help but admire the young girl's grace and skill, among other things, and he paused to watch silently until she had finished her laps and gracefully pulled her ripe young body from the pool.

"Hi Cindy!" he greeted her brightly. "You're some swimmer!"

"Oh, hi Mr. Stevenson," she replied, a surprised look on her pretty face. Her bikini was wet, revealing more of her bronzed young body than he'd seen before. Her dark hair curled softly about her angelic face and she gave him a wide smile. He could hardly keep his eyes from her crotch, where the wet bikini was like a second layer of skin, outlining the thin, vertical little slit of her pussy clearly. He could even see a couple of stray strands of dark pubic hair curling out from the tight fitting bottom.

Cindy eyed him curiously. "What a nice surprise…" she said in a slightly teasing tone.

"Well, I was passing right by your place and I thought it might be nice to drop in and meet your folks…"

"Oh, well they aren't here." Cindy replied, a strange expression crossing her face. "In fact, nobody's here," she added, giving him what appeared to be a seductive little smile.

"But why don't you come on in. Maybe you'd like a nice cold beer?" She turned and walked towards the house and he followed her, noting the way her cute little buttocks jiggled up and down as she walked. Her wet bikini bottom pressed tightly into the crevice of her ass-cheeks. She had a very sensual way of walking, Tom thought and her firm thighs barely touched as she headed for the kitchen.

She came back with two beers and handed him one, eyeing him pertly and letting her eyes drop to his crotch where the bulge was beginning to grow. Her eyes sparkled and she suppressed a smile. "It was very nice of you to stop by, Mr. Stevenson," she said deciding not to mention her parents until he brought the subject up again.

Tom couldn't quite figure her out, but he knew she was an aggressive little sexpot and he'd better watch his step. "Where is everyone?" he asked, wondering what she was doing alone in the house.

"Oh, they all went into the village to see a movie," the teenaged girl replied, staring at him boldly. "They'll probably be gone for the rest of the afternoon." She let her voice trail off suggestively and Tom knew she wanted him to know they'd be alone in the house. In spite of her youth, Cindy was an expert at leading a man on, Tom thought ruefully. Whatever else she was, he thought, she was a beauty with a shape as lovely as his own daughter's. It occurred to him that Paul must be putty in her hands and he wondered suddenly about her older brother and his daughter, Linda. There was no doubt in his mind that the four of them had some wild sex parties!

"How's the water?" he asked, to make conversation and divert his own thoughts from her body.

"It's okay," she replied, "but I hate swimming alone."

Tom thought she probably hated to do anything alone. "Yes," he said in what he hoped was a fatherly tone. "Most of us just don't know what to do with our thoughts when we're alone."

Cindy gave him a quizzical look and Tom made an effort to get back to a normal level of thinking. Cindy knew exactly what effect she was having on him, Tom knew, and she was enjoying every minute of it. She had the attitude that no male had ever said no to anything she had ever wanted.

"Would you wait just one minute, Mr. Stevenson, while I get out of this wet suit?" the young girl asked coyly. She walked towards the door, loosening her bikini top as she did so. She paused at the door, a sultry smile on her lips, her young breasts almost completely exposed and looked back. "I'll just be a minute…"

She disappeared and Tom wanted to laugh at the child's obvious efforts at leading him on, except it really wasn't funny. She was deadly with her beauty and charms! He had no doubt that she would go all the way, if he let her. She had no idea of the stakes of the game she was playing… Tom knew he could lose everything that mattered in his life for a few minutes fucking while to her it would be no more than a new adventure, a new conquest! She was still a child by law, in spite of what her body told him, and even though she was the one asking for it, it would still be a case of statutory rape!