Rex Taylor - Turned on family

Jamie's hand slid beneath the waterline, onto Robin's butt, stroking the fleshy buns, and the babysitter leaned forward in delight. Her ass lifted from the floor of the tub and Jamie's fingers rubbed the undercurves of the cheeks. Such a groovy feeling, Robin thought, just as Jamie's hand slipped between her upper thighs, the knuckles brushing along the lips of the babysitter's twat.

"Oh," Robin said huskily, and she remembered that moment of sex a bit earlier, when Jamie's fingers had tested cunt elasticity on a live specimen. Again and again that hand slid across her crack, moving faster in the water, ever faster, until Robin's pussylips seemed to split of their own will.

"You'd better let me do your back now," Robin insisted, but the voice was so weak even its owner was unconvinced. Jamie's fingers pressed upon the babysitter's gash and slipped inside to rub the inner meat of her slit. They found Robin's clit and teased it with clever, cunning little strokes.

"Oh," Robin said again, and then "OH!" as her knees failed to support her weight and she plummeted forward into the water, swallowing a mouthful of suds and bath oil. The hand disappeared from her loins and when she turned back around Jamie sat a respectable distance any, giving a sheepish smile.

"I think I got carried away," the younger girl apologized. She picked up the Camay and anointed her hands again, this time leaning forward to rub soap into the curves of Robin's plump tits.

"I already washed my front," Robin pointed out, but she had neither the will nor the words to stop Jamie from clutching her boobs, one after the other, and smearing them with soap and caresses until the brown teats thrust out in hard little points from their fat dark bases. Robin felt her tits grow fuller, harder, as those hands rubbed and fondled them, and she exhaled a wistful sigh.

Jamie's hands glided down the front of Robin's body, making inevitably for the cunt bush below the waterline. She gave that swamp of golden pussy hair a loving underwater shampoo, her fingers dipping inside too often for accident, playing havoc with the raw lips of Robin's cunt.

"Now you do me," she invited, leaning back, taking a deep breath that made her own little apple titties lift charmingly. One hand offered the soap.

Robin grabbed the bar eagerly and her hands fell upon the younger girl's budding body. She ignored Jamie's back altogether, though that had been the reason for a communal bath. Robin could see no farther than the adornments of the Willis girl's front and she bathed these with loving attention to detail.

She couldn't deceive herself. Robin knew that she wasn't washing Jamie's tits. She was playing with the hot little boobs, squeezing the nipples till they grew tense and hard and the younger girl moaned with delight. And when her fingers dropped into Jamie's plump crotch, all the pretense vanished like a morning mist.

Jamie giggled as Robin's fingers invaded her cunny, and she slid cozily close, throwing one arm around the other girl, trading titty-rubs, raising her knees to open her cunt fully. Her arms locked around Robin's neck and she raised her head for a kiss, the kiss that seemed inevitable. Robin's head bent and she closed her eyes. Jamie's lips smashed against hers as their bodies moved together and they kissed and cuddled for an eternity in the pleasant warmth of the water.

It was the first time for either of them. Robin and her best friend Bonnie had known adolescent curiosity about their budding bodies when they were Jamie's age or a bit younger, and sometimes they had met in private, stripping to compare pubescences. It had seemed only natural then to examine, even to touch, the blooming body parts of which they were so proud. But nothing else. And Robin had known girl kisses, too, little pecking smacks upon the cheek or – on frantic, exciting occasions – the lips. But this? There was nothing chaste or adolescent about what she and Jamie were doing. It was hot and passionate and sensuous, and Robin could feel the excitement beginning to flame in her cunt.

A couple of girls at school were supposed to be lesbians. They never went out with guys, spent all their time together. Once they'd been seen holding hands in the auditorium during a class play. Bonnie had always wondered how two girls could stand to do the kind of things those girls were supposed to do. Robin had only shaken her head in amazement. She agreed with her friend that it was sinful and evil and perverted, and she had believed that implicitly until this moment, when she knelt in the tub with Jamie, holding a tender girlish body against her own in a death grip, kissing a tender girlish mouth with more excitement than she could imagine.

And the weirdest thing of all, she thought, was that it wasn't sinful or evil or perverted. Not in the least. It was sweet and beautiful and she knew that in the very imminent future she was going to find out how sweet, how beautiful it could really be.

Jamie's mouth broke out of the kiss and she whispered, "Did you know that gris sometimes do… things? Together?" She hadn't known, for her part, till one of Sean's books enlightened her, and she hadn't known until this very moment that she had any of those inclinations lurking inside her body.

"I've heard that," Robin confessed. She was becoming drunk from the fragrance of Jamie's sweet breath on her face. "Have you…"

"No," Jamie said softly, "but I think I'd like to."

Robin's mouth moved in for another kiss to seal the bargain, and she reminded herself that perhaps Jamie Willis wasn't such a creepy little bitch after all.

The first light of Saturday morning trickled through the window of Jamie's room. Robin on the bed, her teenaged friend stretched out beside her. Even in her sleep Jamie still embraced her babysitter, one arm curled beneath Robin's neck, the other hand possessively clutching a boob.

The clock on the nightstand read six-thirty. Robin straightened her legs, balling her hands into tingly little fists half-numb from sleeping. She hadn't slept much last night, but she felt more alive this morning than she had in weeks. No sense disturbing Jamie, though. She'd had even more adventures last night and she was so much younger. She needed her rest.

Robin closed her eyes, trying to slumber once again, but she couldn't. Neither could she get out of bed without bothering Jamie. Warmed by the heat of her young friend's body she lay there, only half awake but all of her remembering.

"Where did this come from?" Robin giggled, eyeballing the cover of Oral Orgy. They were lying together on Jamie's bed, their bodies dried from the bath and clothed only in pink flushes.

"It's my brother's," Jamie explained, taking the magazine away from Robin and opening it to the centerspread, holding that before the babysitter's shocked green eyes.

"Wow!" Robin enthused. "That's far out! I mean, I've had it done to me, a guy shooting, you know, in my face? But I never knew what it looked like." She wondered where Sean had gotten hold of the magazine, with its pictures of people actually fucking and sucking. Not here in Reckardsville, for sure. This was a sundown town. When the sun set, the cops rolled up the sidewalks and put everything away till morning.

They lay together, jerking the magazine away from the other at intervals, Robin to look back at pictures which had flashed across her sightline, Jamie to tantalize her new friend with some of the scenes yet to come.

"Look," Jamie announced, turning to a full-page photo of a woman using her hands and her mouth on another woman's pussy. Robin stared and gulped. She'd known it must come up sooner or later hadn't she invited it to happen, anyway?

But now that the moment had arrived, she was filled with uncertainty.

Jamie solved the problems in her impulsive. Reversing herself on the bed she started to comb her fingers through Robin's thick pussy bush, tugging at the hairs, making little needle prick tingles on the flesh of the babysitter's cunt mound.