Tegan’s Furry Red Peach 1

Tegan’s body was frozen as if she had turned to stone, her mind screaming at her to turn and leave the room but her eyes remained locked on the screen with the only visible movement being her involuntary short jagged breaths and her plump puffy nipples slowly tenting her thin tank top…….

Tegan’s widowed mother had flown interstate to be with her father who had fallen seriously ill again, the fourth time during the previous 9 months, and had again imposed on her brother Jerry to care for Tegan. It was an arrangement Tegan enjoyed as her Uncle was a lot of fun to be around and not as strict as her mother was with regard to what she could wear and watch on TV, another plus was that her close friend Jess lived two doors down and often slept over on weekends when Tegan was staying with her Uncle. Jess was a year older than Tegan and Jerry was often called upon by his good friends, Jess’s parents, to care for Jess also as they often flew interstate on business.

So it was Thursday afternoon and Tegan had arrived at Uncle Jerry’s after school and let herself in with the key Jerry had left hidden for her as he wouldn’t be home from work until around 6pm, she had a snack and took her school bag upstairs to the spare room and shed her school clothes. Tegan had come to enjoy the wicked thrill of being naked when the opportunity arose despite being a little peeved at, in her mind, the agonisingly slow growth of her breasts. As she studied her reflection in the full length mirror she caressed them and tried to convince herself that her little mounds were finally starting to improve in proportion to her puffy nipples and didn’t look ‘too weird’.

Ever since becoming friends with Jess she had been jealous of Jess’s ‘normal’ looking boobs with ‘normal’ nipples. It had never really consoled her that Jess was in awe of Tegan’s nipples. Tegan’s gaze lowered to her study her pussy which, while puffy like her nipples, she was quite fond of how it looked particularly now it had begun to develop a nice short covering of wispy red down and she had begun to really enjoy gently stroking it to encourage the awesome tingles that would result. She had begun stroking herself much more regularly in recent months as those actions had begun to cause her tight little slit to produce the most wonderfully slippery juice which seemed to enhance the breathtaking tingles as she glided her fingers over her mound.

Tegan reluctantly forced herself to cease her ‘wickedness’ and pulled her panties on but then remembered that during a previous stay with Uncle Jerry when she had forgotten to bring spare panties that he had bought a couple of pairs of very brief thong panties for her that she had initially been embarrassed to wear as they didn’t fully cover her plump little mound and would pull into her slit but then loved them for the sensations they produced as she walked so she discarded her more sedate panties and took a pair of Uncle Jerry’s ‘wicked’ panties out of the drawer and slipped them on, pulling them tightly into her drooling slit, before admiring the result in the mirror before slipping on a loose tank top and heading downstairs. By the time she reached to bottom of the stairs her pussy had a serious case of the tingles again and she contemplated flopping on the couch to play with it again but admonished herself and resolved to tidy Uncle Jerry’s desk up as she knew it would be a mess as usual.

Jerry often worked from home and invariable left his coffee mug, a half eaten sandwich and other bits and pieces scattered across the desk. She also knew that when Uncle Jerry came home and saw she had cleaned it up for him that he would praise her and call her the sexiest housemaid this side of the state line and best of all pick her up in a bear hug which invariably progressed to a tickling session which would result in his big hands brushing across her nipples and bum causing her to squeal uncontrollably and feel what felt like little electric shocks from head to toe and, in recent times, a warm puddle in her panties….she paused as she recalled her last stay when he had put her down after the hug and tickling session and she landed off balance turning away from him with her legs apart and he had swooped a big hand between her legs from behind and the other across her front which cupped her little tit and lifted her and threw her onto the couch spinning her slightly causing her to land on her back with legs spread sticking straight up….she remembered dreamily the intense tingles that danced through her small frame, particularly the tit that had been in his hand and what she could only describe as a throbbing buzz in her plump little pussy but then the shock of realisation that her pussy felt so wet and the feeling of panic that he might have felt that wetness and think she was some kind of freak.