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Kids SEE the Darndest Things 2 (Mfff, pre-teen, exh)
by Schulzie (c) 1996

**

The next morning, I awoke to sun-filled skies. When I came downstairs, I
found that the twins were already up, had made themselves breakfast, and
had their bathing suits on. They were ready for the beach.

"We're ready to go now, Rick," said Kara or Kristi.

"Whoa, hold on a minute, girls. Let me take a shower, get a cup of
coffee, and then put my swimming trunks on. Then, I'll be ready."

"Why can't we just go in by ourselves, Rick?" said one of the twins, "We
know how to swim."

"I'm sure you do," I told them, "but I need to check two things first. I
want to make sure the surf's not too rough, and I want to check to see
if there are any jelly fish near the beach. The last thing either of you
wants is to get stung by a jelly fish."

"Okay, we'll wait," the girl's said, somewhat reluctantly. I looked at
the girl's in their cute little one-piece bathing suits. But they
couldn't compare with what I saw next. Down the stairs came Sissy
wearing the tiniest bikini I had ever seen in my life. Holy shit! I said
to myself. She's practically naked.

The top of her bikini amounted to two tiny triangles of fabric just
large enough to cover her nipples and the under curves of her breasts.
Down below, she was wearing a thong. The only thing it covered was her
blonde-haired little pussy. In the back, there was a string that went
up between her ass cheeks, but for all intents and purposes, her butt
was completely naked.

"Good morning, Rick," Sissy said cheerfully, as she passed me in the
kitchen.

"I see you're ready for the beach, too," I said, trying not to make my
staring at her body too obvious. When she went to the refrigerator to
get some juice, I looked at her ass. This was a hundred times better
than the view I had last night when I could just barely see it peeking
out from under the towel.

"Almost ready," she replied, "I've got a few more things to do before we
go."

"Me, too," I said, "I'm just going to put some coffee on, take a shower,
have some coffee, and then...away we go."

"Oh, you're gonna take a shower?" she asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Oh...uh...nothing. Gee, I hope you have enough hot water left. Both the
girls took showers this morning, and they are such slow pokes in there,
I'm afraid they might have used it all up.

"Not to worry," I replied. "I've got a huge hot water heater here, so
I'm sure there's enough for all of us."


"Oh, that's good," Sissy said, as she poured her juice.

I tried to keep my mind focused on getting the coffeemaker ready, but it
was so damned hard watching this little nubile teen walking around in
front of me, virtually nude. I kept wishing those little scraps of
fabric covering her nipples and her pussy would dissolve so I could see
her totally naked.

I got the coffee in the filter just in time to rush upstairs and take my
shower. Any longer and I would've had a real problem. I had only worn
gym shorts to go downstairs to make the coffee, but the way Sissy's
bikini display was affecting me, I could feel my cock starting to get
hard. Any harder and it would've started to make a tent pole inside my
shorts, obviously visible to Sissy and the twins who were nearby.

So, I went upstairs into the bathroom, dropped my shorts, turned on the
water, and got in, closing the sliding glass door behind me. After I
adjusted the water temperature, I began to soap my body. The whole time
I was in there, all I could picture in my mind was Sissy and her
terrific teen body. The sight of her near nakedness downstairs just
added to the little shows I got yesterday, especially when I saw her
cute, little pussy. All of these images returning to my mind made my
dick stiffen completely, and now I stood under the hot shower with a
full erection. Well, I did it twice last night, one more time's not
going to hurt, I told myself.

I let the spray of the shower hit the front of me as I stroked my
engorged organ. I figured if I jerked off, then topped it all off by
rinsing myself with cold water, maybe that would satisfy my cock for
awhile. I started to yank on my cock vigorously, hoping to shoot off in
the water that was cascading down from the showerhead, when I heard the
bathroom door open.

"Hi, Rick, it's just me," Sissy said, entering the bathroom without even
knocking.

I stopped stroking my dick and turned to hide the condition of my cock.
Through the shower door, I'm sure she was getting a good view of my ass.

"What are you doing, Sissy?" I asked her.

"I needed some Q-Tips, and I thought there might be some in your
medicine cabinet," she answered.

I was just about to berate her for entering the bathroom without
knocking when I heard her say, "Ouch!"

"What happened?!" I asked.

"I just cut myself on the metal edge of the medicine cabinet. Oww! It
hurts!"

Oh damn, I thought. "Is it bleeding?"

"Yes, it's really bleeding, Rick!"

Shit! Guess I better see how bad it is. Opening the shower door a little
bit, I poked my head out and said, "Let me see."

Sissy stepped toward the shower and held out her finger. I looked at the
cut and saw the blood gushing out. I couldn't tell whether it was deep
enough to need a stitch or two, but I knew I had to do something to stop
the bleeding. I looked at Sissy and started to say something, but I
stopped, noticing her eyes. Her eyes were looking down through the glass
shower door, right at my erect cock. Since my body was right up against
the door, she could see my hard-on with all the detail the steamy, wet
shower door would allow.

"Hand me that towel behind you, Sissy, please?"

With her uninjured hand, Sissy reached behind her to the towel rack and
got me a towel. Taking it from her, I wrapped the towel around myself,
and stepped outside the shower. I got a cotton gauze from the medicine
cabinet and put pressure on Sissy's finger to stop the bleeding. As I
stood there, something occurred to me. Wrapping the towel around me was
only solving half of my problem. True, Sissy could not actually see my
erect dick, but she sure as hell could tell it was there. All I had
succeeded in doing was hiding it, but I couldn't very well hide the
bulge it was creating under the towel. There was no way she could miss
my stiff dick, standing straight up, taking the towel up in the air
along with it. One glance at where her eyes were looking confirmed that.
She was looking right at my covered cock sticking up under the towel. To
make matters worse, Sissy was still wearing her bikini, that skimpy
bathing suit, and my eyes were checking her out almost as much as she
was checking me out. This was only making my cock harder, and then it
started to throb, visibly, under the towel. The throbbing didn't go
unnoticed by Sissy who stood there next to me, gawking at it. I didn't
know what to do or say. Should I even mention it by apologizing for it?
I finally decided to tend to her wound first, then worry about what was
happening under my towel later.

After a few minutes, I lifted the gauze up and looked at her cut. It
wasn't as I deep as I first feared, so I was sure it wouldn't need any
stitches. I pack a little bit of cotton ball up against the wound, then
put some adhesive tape around her finger to hold the cotton in place. By
that time, my hard-on had subsided a little, but not much. I sent her
downstairs to wait for me, then I got back in the shower, jerked off
like crazy, spewing my cum all over the shower wall, then finished it
all off with a blast of cold water until my dick returned to its flaccid
state.

After I got out of the shower and dried myself off, I decided to check
the medicine cabinet to see if I could fix the sharp edge that Sissy cut
her finger on. Carefully, I ran my finger around all the metal edges of
the cabinet; the door, the frame, even the mirror. There were no sharp
edges at all. I was puzzled. What could Sissy have cut herself on? Then
it hit me. It seemed unbelievable at first, but the more I thought about
it, the more I realized it must be true.

She had planned the whole thing. Somehow or another, she cut her finger,
maybe with a knife, maybe with scissors. But why? For attention? She
didn't seem to be the kind of girl who would do something dramatic just
to get attention. Of course, anything's possible. Then I remembered that
downstairs she seemed to perk up when I mentioned I was going to take a
shower. She explained her interest by saying something about the twins
using up all the hot water. But now, Sissy's words were no longer
ringing true. It came to me in a instant. That little Peeping Thomasina!
She was trying to sneak a peek at me naked, and what better way to
accomplish that than to find an excuse to come into the bathroom while I
was showering, then inventing an "accident" to make me step out of the
shower. After all, what was so important that she needed to walk in the
bathroom looking for Q-Tips. Couldn't that wait? Then I noticed another
clue. On the outside of the bathroom door, on the doorknob, I saw a
couple of drops of blood. How did they get there? I had already covered
her wound before she left the bathroom. She said she cut herself in the
bathroom. How did blood get on the doorknob before she cut her finger?
It couldn't, unless...she cut her finger BEFORE she was in the bathroom.
That's it! She faked the whole thing just to cop a peek at old Uncle
Rick while I was naked in the shower. Then realizing exactly what she
saw, I guessed that she probably saw more than she had bargained for.
She didn't just see my dick, she saw my stiff, erect dick through the
glass door of the shower. Then she could my cock as it stood, hard and
firm, beneath my towel.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Well, if a dick is what she wants
to see, I thought to myself, then a dick is what she's going to see.
I went over to my dresser and pulled out one of my old bathing suits and
ripped the lining out from the inside. I put them on and headed
downstairs.

"Ready everybody?" I asked the group.

"Yeah," said the twins in unison.

"Uh-huh," said Sissy, looking down.

I went over to heard, lifted her chin up, looked her in the eye, and
said, "What's wrong, Sissy? Your finger  still hurt?"

"Yeah," she said, "and I feel so stupid."

I just looked at her and said, "Accidents happen."

I grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses, a couple of blankets, and then
outside to the beach we went.

Since the beach was just a short walk away from the house, we didn't
have far to walk. Just a short walk on the trail across the small bluff
next to the shore, down the short slope, and then onto the beach. When
we got to the edge of the bluff, I said to the girls, "I've got an idea.
Why don't we lay the blankets down here instead of on the beach so we
don't get so much sand all over it and us?"

Sissy said, "Sounds like a great idea to me. I hate getting sand on me,
especially when it gets mixed in with my suntan oil."

But the twins were not pleased at all with the idea. "Can't we lay our
blankets out on the sand? I like the sand," said one of them.

"Yeah, me too!" said the other.

I knew they wouldn't like the idea. That's why I suggested it. With them
down on the beach, it would be easier for me to put my little scheme
into effect up here on the bluff without them seeing, yet still be able
to keep my eye on them.

"Okay," I said. "You two can have the lower bunk and we'll take the top.
But let's all go down to the water to make sure it's safe." I dropped
the large beach blanket off where we stood, and gave the other two to
the twins to carry down to the beach.

So, we all marched down to the edge of the water. I took a few steps
into the gulf. It was seasonable warm and comfortable. The waves were
mild, and I saw no signs of jelly fish. "Seems safe to me. I'm going in
for a short dip. Who's going with me?"

The twins waved their hands and shouted, "Me, me!"

I looked at Sissy and said, "How about you?"

Sissy replied, "Okay, but just for a few minutes. I want to soak up some
rays as much as I can while I'm here."

"Sounds good to me," I said. And so for awhile, we were all in the
water, splashing around and having fun. But after a few minutes, Sissy
decided she wanted to go back up to the bluff and lay out on the blanket
to work on her tan. I told her I'd be up in a few minutes and that she
should save me some space on the big blanket. I wanted her to get
herself settled up there before I joined her. I stayed out in the water
a little longer, horsing around with the twins before I decided it was
time to go up with Sissy. "You two behave yourselves down here," I told
Kristi and Kara, "and just give me a shout if you need me."

"Okay," they said, only half paying attention to me.

I walked slowly back up the slope to the top of the bluff and saw that
Sissy had already spread suntan oil over her body, and was now laying on
her back, soaking in the sun's rays.

"It looks like the twins are having fun down there," I said, as I sat
down next to Sissy, facing her.

Sissy had her eyes closed. "Yeah, they love the water. They could stay
out there for hours, if you'd let them."

I laid back on the blanket, with my head down near Sissy's feet. Since
her eyes were closed, it gave me the chance to adjust myself. Quietly, I
reached inside my bathing suit through the pant leg and made sure my
dick was resting on my right thigh, the side closest to Sissy. Then I
pulled the bathing suit up, exposing the head of my dick to Sissy, if
she chose to look.

"Darn," I said, faking forgetfulness, "I forgot my suntan lotion. Would
you mind sharing some of yours with me?"

"No, I don't mind," she said, reaching to her side to get the bottle.
Then she sat up to reach down and hand the bottle to me. As she did, I
could see that she noticed what was peeking out at the end of my bathing
suit. She tried to act nonchalant when she spied the head of my cock
lying there at the top of my leg, but through my dark sunglasses, I knew
it had caught her attention.

"Thanks," I said, taking the bottle from her. I laid back and started
applying the tanning oil on my chest. While I was doing that, I watched
Sissy through my sunglasses, even though my head was turned slightly
away from her. She had no idea I was paying attention to her. It was
obvious she was intently staring at the head of my cock as it lay there,
soft, on my thigh. She couldn't or wouldn't take her eyes off of it. She
sort of squirmed around as she watched it, as she propped herself up on
one elbow. I seemed to be paying no attention to her as far as she could
tell, but I was observing her carefully. For whatever reason, the sight
of my dick was very interesting to her. Now it was time for me to turn
up the heat a little.

As I began putting some of the oil on my arms, I would glance over at
her to check out her bikini-clad body. God, what a body. And with all
that oil on it, it glistened in the sun. Those great looking boobs
looked like they were trying to bust out of that tiny bikini top. I
thought back to the short glimpse I got last night in bed when she
leaned over to hug me. I wish I could see those nipples again, standing
erect under the warmth of the sun. Then I looked down at her crotch, and
I loved how the center of the flimsy piece of material of her bottoms
was wedged in her slit, accenting her cute teen pussy. I knew if I
looked at her body long enough, my cock would begin to get still. And so
it did.

I could feel my dick begin to twitch beneath the leg of my bathing suit,
stirring just a little, but still enough to catch Sissy's eye. The
moment it began to stir, she shifted a little, leaning a little bit
closer to it to get a better look. My cock began to straighten out a
little more and now, the head of my dick was beginning to poke out
beyond the bottom of the leg of the suit. Now she really adjusted her
position, scooting down a little so her head was now at the same level
as my crotch, until her head was only about two feet away from my cock.
She was breathing a little heavier now, and I swear I could see her
licking her lips. And still my dick grew larger and harder. It began to
rise pressing against the edge of my bathing suit, the head now
completely out in the open for her to see. From time to time, she'd look
down at my face to see if I knew what was happening in my bathing suit,
but I acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary. And still my cock
stiffened, right in front of her eyes. Now not only was the head of my
dick exposed to her, but clearly the next inch.

Then I acted boldly and really caught her off-guard. I handed the bottle
of oil back to her and said, "Sissy, would you get my legs for me,
please?"

You could have heard a pin drop. First she looked at me, then my dick,
then the bottle of oil, then my dick, then my face, then my dick. She
acted as though she couldn't decide what to do. Should she tell me my
dick was sticking out or say nothing? Should she go ahead and put the
oil on my legs and hope she didn't touch it? Or did she want to touch
it, but wasn't sure if she should? I thought putting her in this dilemma
was a perfect payback for the little panic she put me in back in the
bathroom.

"You want ME to put oil on your legs? she asked, as if she wasn't sure
she heard me right.

"You don't mind, do you?" I asked her.

After a second or two of hesitancy, she said, "Uh...no...I don't mind.
Are you sure YOU don't mind?"

"No, go ahead," I told her, turning my head as though I was just kicking
back and relaxing in the sun. I continued watching her from the corner
of my eye.

She paused for a second or two, shrugged, and said, "Okay."

She poured some of the suntan oil into her hand and did exactly what I
thought she would do. She started working on my left leg first,
completely avoiding the right leg where my dick was sticking out, as
though she wanted to avoid the inevitable. She began with my foot,
coating it completely with the oil, all the time keeping her eye on my
dick. The combination of the heat from the sun, her body, and the soft,
gentleness of her rubbing the oil on my leg, made my cock twitch and
resume its growth. Now, another inch had appeared from under the bathing
suit, almost half of its entire length was visible to her gaze. Her
hands worked their way up my leg, working the shins, then the knee, and
on to the front of my thigh. Now that her hands were on my upper thigh
and closer to my crotch, my cock responded even more. It grew longer and
harder, and now more than half of it was stiff and starting to point
upward. As she got near the top of my leg, she stopped and started to
work on my right foot, but I stopped her.

"Sissy, could you make sure you put some oil just under where my bathing
suit ends? I tend to burn in places like that."

She got a look on her face that was part excitement and part terror. It
was as though she knew she'd have to do the same when she got to the top
of my other leg. And she probably had no idea what to do once she got
there. She put a little more oil on her hand, reached under my left
legband, and spread the oil on my uppermost left thigh. If this had been
my right thigh, she would have had my cock in her hand.

By the time she started back down at the bottom of my right leg, my cock
was almost completely erect, throbbing and twitching. I could see that
she was mesmerized looking at my hard-on, and I assumed that mine was
the first erection she had ever seen. Not once would she take her eyes
of my swollen organ as she moved her hand upward, past my shin and my
knee. At this point, the upward motion of my erection was now pushing
the legband down to the base of my cock until the entire length was
exposed and pointing toward the heavens. She was visibly trembling now
as the moment of truth was approaching. Her hands were on my thighs now
and slowly working their way up, inch-by-inch, toward my cock. Her eyes
were glued to my dick as it began to throb faster and twitch and jump
only inches away from her fingertips. I could feel a bit of pre-cum
start to ooze out of the tip of my dick, and dribble down the shaft. By
the look on her face, I could tell that she didn't know what to make of
all this. And now, my cock was fully erect and beginning to point at an
angle toward my stomach. Her fingers were very close to my legband, and
now she had to finish up what she had started. She took her time putting
more oil on her hands before returning them to my leg. She put her left
hand under the legband to the far side of my leg, and put her right hand
on my inner thigh under the legband.  She kept her hands in those places
for the longest time, rubbing the oil in slowly, trying to avoid moving
her hands to the last place it could possibly go - to my dick! Her right
hand moved upward a little bit more beneath the legband until her
fingertips brushed ever so softly against my balls. The sensation of her
fingers against my scrotum really caused my dick to do a little dance
for her and even more pre-cum flowed from the head of my cock.

Just before I was about to see what she would finally do, she was
interrupted by one of the twins who came running up the bluff toward us,
shouting, "Come quick, we just saw a dolphin!" I quickly rolled over on
my stomach.

Sissy didn't need a second invitation. She jumped up and headed for the
beach. I watched as the girls ran to the water's edge and looked out on
the gulf for the dolphin. I sat there chuckling, knowing that I had just
finished putting Sissy through the same hell she had put me through
earlier. Of course, I knew I'd have to jerk off after this, but it was
well worth it.


Continued in part 3...
