Indecent Kristy

Through some of my other stories, I’ve been pretty clear about the fact that I like to be dominated by women. It’s actually been kind of hard to manage, because I’m a big guy, standing 6’2’’ and weighing 230. I’ve got a naturally domineering presence, and most of the women I’ve been with want me to use that on them. Occasionally I’ve ran into a woman like my wife’s friend Sherrie and now my wife that likes to give orders, but for the most part its been the other way around. But at least I know where my desire to be dominated comes from. It’s a story that I’ve never told, but I think it’s a hot one and it deserves to be told. This story, actually, is what brought about most of the fetishes I have in adult life.

The summer of my tenth year was an interesting one for me anyway, it was the year that I became sexually active, but that’s another story. I’ve started that one several times, but it’s been too hard for me to write. Not that it was traumatic, it was just very personal. I’d spent that summer being babysat by the elderly lady across the road—and her six year old granddaughter—because mom and dad were both working a lot of overtime. But when summer ended, my normal baby setter got busy, so my thirteen year old cousin Kristy agreed that she would watch my during the afternoon while our parents were all still at work.

Kristy was a freshman in high school that year. I’d had a crush on her for years, but who would admit that about their cousin? She was older, had a thin waist, but big tits and a nice thick ass. And she was very pretty. She went on to letter in cheerleading, making the varsity squad in football and basketball all four years of high school. She cheered one year at a D-I college, before getting knocked up by a bench warmer on the basketball team and ended up dropping out. But at ten years old, she was as close to a goddess as I had ever seen.

The bus dropped us off at her house, and we ran inside for a quick snack. I don’t remember what it was or what we talked about, but I do remember that the air conditioner had her nipples rock hard. I could see them pressed against her t-shirt. As we talked and laughed, her tits bounced I could feel myself getting hard. After we finished, she turned some cartoons on in the living room and went to take a shower.