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 Dream-Sitter 1a/? (mf, cons, lots of fun)

                          Dream-Sitter

                           Chapter #1

                          The Seduction
                       By The Court-Jester
                             (Fool)

     Scott arrived early that morning on the Vigor's front step. 
His job was clear to him and seemed quite easy; he was to drop
the Vigor's off at the airport, come back and baby-sit their
daughter, and then pick the Vigor's up at the airport again; and
for this he gets room and board for their time gone, and spending
money for next semester, or that new car he wanted, when they got
back.
     Scott rang the door bell and waited for someone to answer--
he didn't have too since he was going to be living there in a few
hours--but it was the way he was raised, not to barge into
someone elses house.
     The Vigor's were going on a 3 month vacation/second
honeymoon to Europe.  They had been planning this trip out for
years and made all provisions necessary: their 18 year old
daughter, Shelly--even though she wasn't going with them, was out
of school on summer break--that way her studies wouldn't be
affected because her parents weren't there to make sure she
studied; Scott was going to baby-sit, since 18 year old's cannot
take care of themselves for such a long period of time--shorter
periods yes, but not 3 months; they had a power of attorney made
up--giving Scott all power to act, sign, and speak in their
behalf while they are gone; a book of pre-signed blank checks
were made at his disposal, along with a credit/bank guarantee
card; etc.; etc. .  They even allowed Scott to move some of his
personal belongings into the house: his clothes, bath/toiletry
supplies, and even his weights and exercise equipment were moved
into the garage, so he wouldn't have to go down the road to his
own home--and could be attentive to their daughter all the time.
     The Vigor's felt very confident in giving Scott so much
power over their affairs.  Scott had been their next door
neighbor(living just down the street) since they moved into the
house 11 years ago with their 5 1/2 year old daughter, and had
baby-sat for them since he was 10--though he hadn't baby-sat for
them since their daughter turned old enough to watch after
herself(for short periods of time).  They had watched him grow up
and knew he was raised properly by their, now, best friends. 
Because of this close relation between the families, they knew
almost everything about this young man, and felt almost like he
was their own son, so they had nothing but confidence in their
decisions.
     Scott was now 21 and a sophomore at the local University. 
He had taken the semester off--under the advise of all of his
coaches--to recover from injuries acquired last season.  Scott
had been a big high school football star and was sought after by
dozens of colleges, but he choose the one he felt to be the best
for him--and now he was a very valuable asset to the team.  Not
to mention, that he is also a 4.0 student of engineering and
architectural design, a member of the student council and greek
council, and a junior-captain of both the swimming and wrestling
teams.  And there were other actives Scott was into, including
his girlfriend of a year, but nothing stood in the way of his
studies, and all those who depended upon him: coaches, council
members, teachers, parents, and 'YES' his girlfriend; knew this,
praised him for it and tried not to interfere--for if one did
interfere, Scott would drop them in a matter of seconds, and no
one wanted to risk that.
     Scott and Shelly dropped her parents off at the airport and
were returning to the house when Shelly started laying down her
ground rules for Scott.  First, she didn't want to be treated
like a baby--it was bad enough that her parents hired him to
baby-sit her, but she wasn't a baby and wanted to be treated like
an adult.  Second,--Scott tuned her out; he started remembering
when she was a little girl and how he used to think of her as his
little sister, but she was almost all grown up now; and what a
beauty she'd grown into!  He was snapped back to attention by an
abrupt question '..., are you paying attention to me?' he quickly
stammered back "Yes, oh yes, I agree not to treat you as a little
girl." he hadn't realized what all she had said, but figured it
didn't matter because in the long run he would do what he thought
right and in the best interest of her parents and their rules for
him to follow.
     The first week was uneventful; no fights, no misbehavior,
and no other problems.  They both found themselves trying to get
use to/familiar with the other--or at least Scott was trying his
hardest too.  He wasn't even sure if Shelly had noticed him or if
she noticed him noticing her.
     The second week started almost like the first one left off,
but with Scott and Shelly finding themselves more curious about
the other and sneaking more, longer glances at the other.  Scott
was almost embarrassed every time he looked at Shelly, for the
thoughts that went through his mind--those thoughts and
feelings/ergs that he shouldn't be having and trying to hide. 
Shelly did not take notice of this; because she found herself
deeply attracted towards Scott and trying to get his attention--
so that he may be attracted to her and make his move; Shelly's
worst fear was that Scott thought of her as a little girl and
wouldn't make his move or return the same feelings for her that
she had for him, or possibly he'll take her as a joke and laugh
at her.  But, Shelly couldn't get Scott out of her mind--she
wanted to feel his body against hers, his weight on her body, and
his manhood buried deep inside her--these thoughts made her young
vagina ache with wanting and wet with need.
     That Wednesday morning found them as usual, silently eating
breakfast at the kitchen table, with both sneaking peeks at the
other.  Shelly noticed that Scott had just finished his morning
work out because he was lightly sweating, and wearing his usual
work out clothes: sweat pants, tee-shirt, and white tennis'.  The
thought of what was underneath those work out clothes, and/or the
thought of him pumping her as he did his weights, made her
slightly blush at the thought.  Scott noticed that Shelly blushed
but didn't know why; he also noticed that she had just gotten out
of the shower because her hair was still damp and she smelled
'oh-so' clean and fresh, and with that faint scent of perfumed
shampoo she always used.  This turned him on to no end, and he
found himself wanting to cuddle up behind her and just sniff her
hair; feel her smooth, warm body as his stiff erection lay in her
tight little ass--waiting to be pumped.  As they sat their
silently and finished their breakfast, they both seemed to become
more nervous as each had their own thoughts about the other--
hoping that the other wasn't telepathic, or taking noticing of
their nervousness.
     Breakfast was almost over when Shelly broke the fragile calm
and asked Scott "Scott, can I have a few friends over this
weekend for a slumber party?"  Scott thought for a moment and
then agreed--whole heartedly--with her suggestion; thinking that
with a few of her LITTLE friends over he would see that little
girl--instead of this gorgeous woman--he had grown up with
emerge, and all these erotic thoughts he was having about her
would end.  At this Shelly jumped up from the table and started
running towards the front door, with Scott questioning after her
"Where are you going in such a hurry?  When will you be back?
and, Aren't you going to finish your breakfast?"  She slowed
enough to respond before she reached the door "To the mall, to
hang with my friends, and extend the slumber party invitations. 
I don't know. and, NO--I'm not hungry." then she was gone with
the slamming of the door behind her.
     Scott just mused to himself about her juvenile response, but
it did not relieve the ache in his pants or the thoughts running
through his mind about her.  Scott decided to clean up the
breakfast dishes and return to his work out--he had a lot of
extra energy recently, especially within the last week and a
half, that needed to be worked out.
     It was a very hot day and exercising didn't help matters. 
Scott lost track of time as he worked out his pinned up sexual
energies.  It was late in the afternoon when he finally decided
to stop, not because he was wore out but because of the heat of
the day and the heat of the exercise combined, making him very
sweaty and uncomfortable.  He decided to take a shower and cool
down.
     Scott went to his room(the Vigor's guest room), still not
aware of how much time had actually past, and prepared for his
shower.  Thinking that Shelly wouldn't be home until latter, he
decided to leave his clothes in his room--he was way to hot to be
burdened with them--and began to walk down the hall to the
bathroom completely naked.
     Shelly came home, also feeling sweaty and uncomfortable, the
walk to and from the mall had had their toll on her.  She heard
the shower running, as she was looking for Scott to tell him that
she was home, and thought that it was an excellent idea to take a
shower and cool down.  So she went to her room to prepare for her
shower, all the time keeping an hear open for the sound of the
water shutting off--meaning that Scott was done and it was her
turn.  A few minutes past before the water sound stopped, and
Shelly decided to give Scott a few more minutes to dry off,
dress, and leave the bathroom.
     Shelly proceeded to walk down the hallway towards the
bathroom, not paying much attention to the way since she had
traveled it so much; instead she was trying to tune in her shower
radio.  Just at that time Scott proceeded to leave the bathroom
and go back to his room, with only a towel over his head drying
his hair; still unaware of Shelly's presences in the house, or
for that matter in the hallway directly ahead of him.  As the two

of them collided, Shelly, surprised, dropped her radio and
instantly looked up to see what she'd ran into.
     Shelly was surprised by what was before her, she knew it was
Scott with a towel over his head, that was obvious and commonly
understood, but that he had no clothes on was something else. 
Her eyes quickly wandered down and up and then back down again,
over his entire body--taking in every site to be seen--instantly
taking mental notes/snap-shots of all that was before her.  Scott
had a massive, well-defined, diamond hard physique: from his
broad, powerful shoulders and arms, his muscular upper torso, his
washboard stomach, his narrow waist and hips, and as her eyes
came upon his cock, she couldn't help but gasp in ah--for even
relaxed it measured 4-5" long X 1 1/2-2" thick, Shelly thought
'OH-MY-GOD!!! Everything about Scott is LARGE!'--it was the
biggest cock she'd ever seen and it made her pussy ache with
wantin' horniness, as the thought of having something that big
inside of her made her lick her slightly parted lips unknowingly;
her eyes continued their investigatory inspection, going down to
his massive long legs--her mental notes recorded 'it's no wonder
he's one of the best quarter-backs, swimmers, and wrestlers in
the nation with arms and legs like those!'; and then Shelly's
eyes came upon the one thing about Scott that wasn't so big, and
it seemed rather out of place on this body, it made her giggle
about her previous thought that everything about Scott was LARGE,
for here was his very small and tight butt--'boy those cheeks
aren't much more than a handful, each.  That is if you could get
a handful--they're so tight!' she giggled to her amusement in
this thought; and what's this 'NO TAN LINES--ANYWHERE--but he's
so well tanned; there's no hair either--except the rich, dark,
sandy blonde that on his head and around that huge cock of his--
he must shave the rest and boy would I like to know where he
tans!' this last thought to herself really made her giggle and
muse.
     Scott quickly pushed the towel back on his head so he could
see what he had ran into.  And there was Shelly, mouth wide open
and eyes even wider open, standing in front of him.  He was to
surprised to think that he was standing there naked; for he too,
started to make quick mental notes of the figure before him: her
soft, wavy, long blonde hair that fell loosely about her
shoulders and softly upon the tops of her breasts; she wore a
semi-skin tight silk bathrobe that went down to the middle of her
thighs; she had a slim build but with firm, pert, just the right
size, not much more than a handful--possibly with a mouthful on
top, breasts--that he could just make out from under the robe;
and those legs--those gorgeous, long, muscularly tone legs, that
seemed to go all the way up to disappear beneath the ends of her
robe--oh how he wanted to find out where those legs ended.  This
thought made his cock twitch a little, threatening to come to
life; which made Shelly blush a little; which snapped him back
into reality--and the reality being, that he was standing
completely naked in front of a very attractive girl, that he was
deeply attracted to but couldn't have, and he was beginning to
get an erection--embarrassment is an understatement.  He quickly
snapped the towel off of his head and wrapped it around his
waist, this action brought Shelly back to reality--but with a
whole lot of new thoughts and pictures running through her mind.
     Shelly looked up at Scott--who was about 6'2" 180-190lbs.,
with no trace of body fat(at least none that she had seen), and
stood about 5-6" taller than she--and noticed that he seemed a
bit embarrassed and taken aback by the situation--she could see
from his deep royal blue eyes that he was deeply troubled by what
had just occurred.
     Shelly mused to herself as a new thought came to mind and a
devilish gleam came to her crystal blue eyes as a mischievous
smile crossed her lips; she slowly began to lower herself towards
the floor, not taking her eyes off of Scott's face.  Shelly knew
full well that by her actions Scott would be able to see down the
open V at the top of her robe, and possibly--if she could manage
it--the lower V of her robe would come open.  As she lowered
herself, she couldn't help but watch Scott for his reactions; as
her cleavage becoming more predominate, Scott's gaze instantly
went to it--just as she wanted.  Scott could see her perfect tits
now--they weren't totally uncovered, he still couldn't see her
nipples or the under side of her breasts, but they were uncovered
enough so that he could see that they weren't too big nor too
small; they weren't big round bowls sitting upon her chest and
neither were they little arrow tips or bullet heads jutting out
of her chest; they were definitely not saggy nor were they stiff
and pointy; they were just right, for him, with a small trace of
a tan line from the string bikini she wore.  As Shelly got closer
to the floor, she spread her knees apart--a little for stability
and a lot for the effect it had on her robe.  For as her knees
parted, so did the split up the center of her robe; as she sat
there acting like she didn't notice, her hands searched for her
dropped radio.
     The bottom flaps of her robe now lay to either side of her
thighs and hips, giving Scott the thing that he wanted to know--
where those lushes legs ended.  Scott instantly could tell that
Shelly was a true golden blonde when he saw her pubic hair; he
could tell that she sculpted it to fit into her string bikini
because of the slight tan line around her waist and the sharp
triangular shape of the mound, with nothing but small stable
around it and on the insides of her thighs; he saw her nice,
clean, pink pussy looking out at him from under her mound--he
could see the folds of her labia, her cute little clit pointing
right at the top of his foot(do to her squatting position).  Oh
how he wanted to explore her whole body, become acquainted with
every nook and cranny of her being, and to know her depths,
submerging himself completely in them.  Shelly's hands found her
radio and she began to stand up, never taking her eyes off of
Scott's face until she was standing fully erect in front of him,
again, then she quickly looked down at the bulge that was tenting
out from under Scott's towel, and mused to herself.  Scott caught
this sudden deviation of her gaze and blushed a deep, rich red.
     Shelly acted like she hadn't even noticed, and walked around
Scott--making sure to have full body contact with him, trying to
make it seem like it was a tight fit between him and the wall of
the hall, when in fact there was a good foot or two between them.

This sent shivers of energy through Scott, as Shelly had planned.

Once past, she continued walking towards the bathroom with a sly
smile on her lips, and even more new thoughts and pictures
running through her head.  At least she knew that Scott was
interested in her--as proven by the bulge under his towel--but
did he think of her as a little girl and for this reason, and
this reason alone, he wasn't going to make his move and show her
his interest or his huge bulge; and/or will he think of this
encounter as just an accident--which it was; a very delightful
accident, but still an accident--and deny it because she is a
little girl to him.  Her head was swimming in confusion, fear,
and outright horny lust.
     Scott just stood there listening/feeling, he knew where she
was every step of the way without having to turn around to see,
he could feel the decreasing body heat between them as she neared
the bathroom.  As soon as she shut the door, a cold shiver washed
over Scott bringing him back to reality, again.  Scott quickly
went to his room to attend to his aching rock hard cock--Scott
was a master of masturbation from his early teenage years.  He
hadn't masturbated or needed to masturbate in years, ever since
puberty he had always had a girlfriend who'd more than gladly
take care of him(being the big man on campus had its' advantages)
and definitely not since he meet his girlfriend, Jennifer("Jen"),
who took care of his every need; but she wasn't here right now,
nor were any of his high school triumphs, and he desperately
needed some relief; so he would have to do it himself--he just
hoped he remembered how.
     That evening found the two of them sitting quietly on the
couch in the front room watching TV, or at least trying to watch
it.  Scott kept flipping through the channels nervously, while he
kept taking quick glances over at Shelly; who was sitting
sideways on the couch with her bare feet pulled up underneath
her.  He noted that she was about 5'8" 105-110lbs., shoulder
length blonde hair, with a golden tan, and striking crystal blue
eyes.  She seemed so calm and serene to him, and yet still sexy
too; he couldn't believe how she was making out like nothing
happened.
     Shelly felt the tension between the two of them and decided
that this would be a good time to break the ice and see how he
really felt about her.  So she moved a little closer, for which
he moved a little further away, so she tried again and again, all
with the same results, so she gave up.  She couldn't believe that
he wasn't catching on; usually, all the boys knew at once what
she wanted and took the rest of the evening from there, but maybe
Scott is shy or he does think of her as a little girl, either way
he wasn't catching on to her subtle hints of intimacy and making
his move on her or putting a stop to it, calling her a little
girl.  But she knew that Scott was attracted to her, not just
because of what happened earlier but because of his actions now,
she just had to break his shyness.
     Yes, Scott was highly attracted towards her and would have
loved to give into her subtle, if not simple, hints of pleasure. 
But someone had to be the realist between the two of them, and he
was the natural choice being older, in charge, and supposedly
responsible.
     Shelly thought hard and that devilish fire/gleam came back
to her eyes as she came up with a way that would really turn
Scott on, making him give into his animal side and take her
completely or confirm her worst fears when he stopped her.
     She stood up and moved in between Scott and the TV, then
slowly started dancing--not any particular dance, just swaying
back and forth to an imaginary beat.  Scott tried to ignore her
and continue watching TV, but for the life of him he couldn't
remember what he was suppose to be watching, but neither the less
he keep his head ducking and weaving--trying to see past Shelly
to the TV.
     As Shelly danced, she began rubbing her hands up and down
her body, giving little sighs and moans.  But Scott held fast and
tried to continue to watch the TV, but it was getting more
difficult for him to concentrate on even this simple task.
     Shelly's hands then started to slowly unbutton her blouse,
as her harmless dancing became a striptease show; but with one
exception--Shelly started to add dialog, or rather a descriptive
script about the body parts that were going to be uncovered
momentarily: as she slowly undid each button on her blouse, she
described how soft, smooth, sensuous, and luxurious her skin was
to the touch, as soon as she had all the buttons undone, she told
Scott of how strong and ample her shoulders and arms were, as she
slowly slide the blouse off of her shoulders, one at a time; she
had painted a perfect mental picture for Scott to match up with
the her body, as the blouse hit the floor.  But Scott held fast,
trying to act like he was ignorant to the fact of Shelly's
undressing in front of him.  Shelly's hands moved to the button
of her levi blue-jeans and oh so slowly undid it, as she told
Scott about the virility and vibatishness of her legs and hips;
and then she started to slowly unzip her zipper, occasionally
pausing to turn around swaying to her music, she described her
two long, muscularly tone, sensuous, and very lushes legs; and as
she slowly lowered her blue-jeans she talked about her stamina
and flexibility, giving a little demonstration; and again, before
the jeans hit the floor, Scott had a perfect mental picture to
match up with the real picture before him.
     Scott's mind was whirling and beside itself with doubts
about this situation, he temporarily and unknowingly block out
everything, as he tried to sort out his thoughts.  There was his
realistic side, telling him: that this was wrong and he should
stop it NOW; that she had always been like a little sister to
him; that he could get into a lot of trouble if he let this go
on--he could go to jail--especially if he acted out his
animalistic thoughts with this beautiful LITTLE girl; that he
could loss his girlfriend; etc...
     And then there was his animal side, telling him: that this
extremely HOT babe wanted him--'HIM!!!'; that he could act out
all those nasty little thoughts he'd been having about her; that
he wouldn't get into trouble, if he didn't get caught--and she
certainly wasn't going to tell, 'the little slut'; that she
wasn't his sister and she's anything but little, anymore; that
it's only illegal if you do get caught--so no chance jail; that
he wouldn't loss his girlfriend, because she'll never find out;
etc...
     And then there were the memories: of watching her grow-up;
how he used to change her undies, and other clothes, after she'd
have a small accident--while helping in her potty training--and
wiping her privates after she'd used the toilet; how he use to
bathe her just before putting her to bed; and playing make-
believe games with her, like airplanes and jungle explorers, when
he tucked her in at night; how she thought that she was sick and
going to die, when her breasts started developing at age 6,
because her chest hurt; etc...
     Before he realized it, Shelly's undies were hitting the
floor next to her bras, blouse and blue-jeans--where had the time
gone, it was only a moment ago that her pants hit the floor; it
was just a moment ago that she was a cute little girl--now she
was this VERY HOT, EXTREMELY SEXY WOMAN, baring all for him to
see.  Scott had to use all his will power to restrain himself
from jumping off the couch and taking, nay raping, her right
there on the floor--he couldn't give into his animal side; the
Vigor's were counting on him.
     Shelly continued her dancing and rubbing and dialog; only
this time describing and/or showing all of her erogenous zones,
ticklish spots, and those spots that she just likes to have held
and fondled--like her breasts.  She was acutely aware that, for
all the time she was doing this, Scott was trying to ignore her;
but he didn't try to stop her and that gave her the green-light
to go ahead; that plus the enormous bulge in his crotch.  But she
was beginning to have doubts as to why Scott was acting the way
he was--she never had to go to these extremes to show a guy that
she was interested in him, or for that matter to turn any man on;
usually all it took was moving closer to him, or sometimes
touching him first, to get him turned on enough to make his move
and take her--Shelly was a strong believer that it was the man's
job to make the first move towards sexual intercourse, otherwise
it might fracture their self-esteem--or so her friends had
convinced her.
     Not that Shelly had had a lot of experience, not like her
friends, in fact she had had only 5 boys in her life; well
actually only in the last 4 years of it.  Sure she had started
developing at 6, hit puberty and had her first period at 10
[that's when Scott stopped baby sitting because she was old
enough to watch herself--for short periods of time] but that was
all quite normal for girls now a days, she was still considered
backwards by her friends who went through boyfriend/lovers almost
weekly, and she with only 5 to show for herself--but 5 she would
not forget, and she loved each of them in her own way.
     She was 11, when she had her first sexual experience with
Cody, and his 4" X 1" dick.  They were both really nervous,
seeing how it was both their first time; it lasted all of a
minute, but it was the best minute she'd ever spent with a boy. 
Most of the others were the same--except for their names, the
size of their dicks, and the time they could last.  Except for 18
year old Charles "Chucky" Darling, the best sex she had ever had-
-and which ended up being her first all nighter.  It was just a
couple of months ago, Shelly's parents were both gone out of town
on business trips--only for a day, that "Chucky", with his magic
6" X 2" dick, showed her that older boys make better lovers; when
he took her for 6-8 minutes before cumming; and then he was
ready, willing and able, again, within 2 minutes(more-or-less)
for which he took her for another 5-7 before blowing his load; so
they just kept going-and-going, like energizer bunnies, all
through the evening and night until they finally fucked each
other into unconsciousness and fell asleep, cuddled together
until late the next morning when they had to rush to get "Chucky"
out of the house because her parents were due back any minute. 
"Chucky" had just hoped the backyard fence when Shelly's parents
pulled in the driveway.  She was sore for a week but it was worth
it, it showed her what she really wanted, and how good sex could
really be--with an older man; for "Chucky" had made her cum a
dozen times that night.  That's probably why she wanted Scott so
badly; that and the fact that his dick was bigger relaxed than
most other boy's erect penis'--to see how big it was, NOW, fully
erect(what a thought); to feel it inside of her, bringing her to
an untold number of orgasms; to see how long he could last and
then how fast he recovers--sent shivers through Shelly's wanting
body.
     When she had finished giving all the description she could--
and since Scott hadn't made his move or stopped her, and he was
interested in her: as proven by his prior behavior and that huge
bulge he was sporting in his crotch--she stopped dancing and
decided on a different approach, one that would give Scott the
needed hint to let him know that she was accessible to him
completely and/or make him tell her that he thought she was a
little girl--for which she would be totally devastated and
embarrassed, for her actions.  But she'd come this far with out
being stopped--'Scott might just need a little more
encouragement. 
He's probably just very shy, or very stupid!' Shelly tried to re-
assure herself--she just had to try harder.
     So, Shelly sashayed up to him and sat sideways across his
lap.  She could feel his muscles tense then relax under her, but
Scott made no effort to stop her, or for that matter accept her. 
She, again, started her dancing/swaying with her caressing hands
moving all over her body, adding back in the little sighs and
moans that she had started with plus occasionally sighing and/or
blowing in Scott's ear.  But Scott just sat there; watching but

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