Summer So Hot

by Moran

©Copyright 2017 by Moran

Intro by ahorsewithnoname: This story was one of the most popular in its time over in "Blue Hell". There were literally 500+ comments on it, with many, many followers. The author, Moran, disappeared on the day of the Japan tsunami! A hundred more comments went up, hoping for her safety. She eventually came back, we had a conversation, and she said she was not planning on writing erotica further, etc. I told her that this story had been tagged for removal for under 18 content, back when Blue Hell was really strict but that I was starting a site and hoped she'd allow me to post it there, and that she would have an account. She approved of this. It was the last conversation that we had. As per my site's rules, I'm posting this here. I hope she is well, and that she's still writing, something, somewhere.

Note: This epic is over 200,000 words, spread across 60 chapters, to be posted every 5 days. The two volumes are also available now, at Bookapy.com. Moran had a unique writing style. I have not edited it whatsoever.

Part I - Extortion So Sweet

Kev Heterson was pissed.

Here it was the middle of the hottest summer he'd ever experienced in his sixteen years and he was being expelled from his cushy air-conditioned bedroom. And why? So that his mom's precious little sister could have it while she stayed with them for three weeks, scouting for work here in the city.

Yep, some woman he could barely even remember was sentencing him to the pool house. No A/C out there, just an ancient fan that had somehow managed to survive two decades without breaking down.

Stupid Auntie Dale, thanks to you it's gonna be hell, Kev scowled internally as he dumped the two bags that held all his clothes and the stuff he'd need onto the hardwood floor of his "cell", then glared over at the narrow bed he was going to be sweating to death upon for the next twenty-one days.

"This fuckin sucks." he muttered.

"Bad language!" hissed a stern voice and he whipped to the left and gaped at the reedy figure crossing the threshold into the double-roomed cabana.

"Ugh..." and his scowl deepened, "Go away, beat it."

"Make me, asswipe." his next door neighbour stuck out her tongue as she shouldered past him.

Three inches shorter then his own five foot ten, Tia Jalone was petite without being frail, a trim, narrow-shouldered dusky-skinned girl with her dark hair chopped short just below her ears. Despite her young age she was Captain of her soccer team, and it was a well-worn Razorbacks uniform she was currently dressed in; grass-stained jersey and mud-flecked shorts. The sixteen year old girl had just come from a morning game and she smelled like it.

"Whatcha doin, Kevin, running away from home?" Tia asked in a vaguely surly, completely uninterested tone as she pulled open the pool house's bathroom and eyed the gleaming chrome of it's shower stall.

"None of your business, Jalone. Now again, get out."

"Not gonna happen, Kevin-"

"Kev! My name is Kev!"

"Uh-huh, sure." she rolled her eyes and gave him a firm shove toward the exit, "You know the rules, Kevin, me and my dad have got permission to use your guy's pool, just like your family are allowed to use our sauna. Well, except for you, 'cause you stink up the place."

"Your pits are what reeks, Jalone." he snarled back as she put her back into it and managed to thrust him out of the cabana, "This place is occupied-"

"Yeah! By me! Now beat it, I gotta seriously shower, and then I'm doing laps in your pool for the next twenty minutes, so no hanging around to gawk at me in my one-piece."

"No chance of that! I like my girls with full-grown tits--uck!"

That last grunt came as the air shot out of his lungs, Tia had sucker punched him in the gut, not too hard mind you, but hard enough.

He dragged in fresh breath and spat back at her "Bitch!" but the door slammed shut between them half way through the word.

Kev stared at the solid oak barrier for several long seconds, then there came the muffled roar of the shower igniting and he hissed out an exasperated breath and turning on his heel stalked away. Forget her! And forget stupid bedroom-stealing Auntie Dale! Forget ALL of this! I'm going to go call Randy and see if I can bunk at his place for the next three weeks. Might cost me a few back-issues of Playboy, but--but...

And he jerked to a halt halfway back to the house.

Wait, this is MY pool house now! Mom and Dad told me it was all mine for the next three weeks, made a big thing about my needing to experience being independent, they called it my sanctuary, my fortress of solitude, sure I know they were just running a line to keep me from putting up too much of a fuss from getting evicted from my own room, but they said what they said: the pool house is MINE now! So, since I have to sleep out here, since it's MY property now, then nobody can force me out, the rules have changed! And that means that pushy bitch is leaving if I have to drag her out of there by her man-cut!

And turning back around in a huff he squared his shoulders and headed back to the cabana. Face a mask of fury, he twisted the door knob and pushed back inside.

"Tia, you-" but the angry tirade died in his throat as he caught sight of the girl that had evicted him, as she hadn't bothered to close the door to the bathroom and now stood in all her glory in the curtain-less shower stall.

Stood in all her hot sudsy pink glistening naked glory, head lulled back with her dark brown eyes rolling back into their sockets while one hand tightly gripped her perky cone-shaped left tit, it's nipple like a fat strawberry pinched between two fingertips, threatening to pop since she was squeezing it so hard, while the other hand was between her legs, working furiously amongst the folds of her baby-smooth pussy.

Sweet mother of fuck...! She's...she's getting herself off!

Long after this moment Kev still wouldn't know exactly why he did what he did next, perhaps it was the super high-tech generation he lived in, the instinct to record surprising turns of events digitally for posterity was hard-wired into his psyche. But for whatever reason, suddenly his cell phone was in his raised hand, flipped open and in proper position as if it had materialized there from thin air, and it's built-in video camera was recording.

Beautiful!

Tia hadn't picked up on his return to the pool house whatsoever, she was much too enraptured in her masturbation. She was heading toward ecstacy full throttle now, as always, it was easy as pie for her to reach orgasm, especially in the shower, and the Heterson's pool house had the best shower, it was powerful and loud, like she was standing in the path of a waterfall.

Lucky for Kev...

Holy fuck! was the only conscious words Kev's shocked mind could manage to form now as the sixteen year old bathing beauty before him slowly turned away from him, putting her front fully under the torrent, and giving the gaping teen, and his camera phone, a perfect view of her curvy ass. It had been half-covered in suds before, but now as the water coursed down her back the white foam washed away, leaving both creamy buttocks gleaming and perfect. Muscles rippled in Tia's narrow sides and supple legs, she was in near-perfect shape, like something out of a fitness clothing catalogue, minus the clothing, as her red and white soccer uniform was long discarded onto his bed--MY bed!

That snapped Kev back to reality as he focused on the grimy shorts and wrinkled jersey cast carelessly onto his formerly immaculate double bed. Mud was actually dripping off of Tia's clothing and onto his pillow. Jeez, I'm gonna have to change the whole thing, dumb bitch is gonna pay!

And how!

A wide jack-o'-lantern grin splitting his face now, he turned back to regard the small rectangular screen of his phone which had never wavered from it's target. The monster hard-on turning the front of his blue jeans into a tight knot managed to get even harder at the thought of uploading this vid to the internet and then sitting back to watch Tia Jalone instantly turn into spank-bank material for a million horny guys worldwide.

And speaking of spanking it! he zoomed in on Tia as her high-pitched cries began to penetrate the white noise roar of the shower, her ass was flexing and her legs were wide, he stooped and tipped the camera up and actually managed to get a shot up between her legs of her madly-working hand tunnelling into her pussy, three fingers burrowing knuckle-deep in a near-blur. Tia was actually swearing now as the orgasm began to break, "Oh yeahhhh! F-Fuck yeahhhh! Sooooo good! G-Go! Yes! Shit YES!"

And with that final declaration she gasped and her hands fell free, she staggered forward gasping and fell against the tiled wall beneath the shower head. Kev allowed his camera to catch a few more moments of her heaving shoulders and bowing legs as the waves of ecstacy poured through her, then it was over and Tia shrugged the water out of her hair and staggered around, a satisfied smile upon her cherub face.

With a triumphant sneer Kev did a final zoom in upon her face and captured her happy expression morphing in a rush into a horrified look of shock. Then he hit STOP and the the hourglass spun on the phone's screen as the vid was saved.

"Kev--Kevin?! What the hell!" the girl gasped and threw up one arm to cover her small breasts, while the other struggled to the shower knob and twisted it off.

The torrent vanished and she was staggering forward, index finger quaking in terrible anger at him, "You fucking pervert! How dare you! This is the end of you, boy!"

"You might want to cover up." he gestured absently at her very bare bottom half.

Tia gaped down at her nakedness, gave off a strangled squeak, then snatched up a white cotton towel from the rack and wrapped it tightly around herself.

"What the hell is WRONG with you, Kevin! When I tell my father about this--and your parents too! Oh, you are SO in trouble!"

"I am?" he chewed his bottom lip as he peered downwards at the object in his hand, "Huh, wow, you know what? I don't think I'm going to be."

Her chocolate eyes flashed, "You SO are! For example, my dad is gonna beat you into a bloody sack of broken bones and--wait, what is that...? Is--Is that your phone?"

"Uh-huh!" he nodded fervently, "And...there! Done!"

An arctic chill shot up-and-down the girl's spine like the bony finger of Death itself.

"What--What did you do?!"

"Filmed it." he snapped his phone shut and finally raised his victorious eyes to lock gazes with her own saucered ones.

"It? What--me?!"

"Yep. And babe, you were fan-fuckin-tastic! A real porn star!"

She staggered back a step, "You--You filmed me while I was--was-"

"-while you was finger-fucking yourself blind, all sudsy and squealing like a piggy, yep, neighbour!"

"You jerk!" she raged and moved forward, fists raising and murder in her eyes, "You're going to delete that right now!"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Sure, I can do that.", and he tossed the phone a foot into the air, caught it deftly as it spun back down, "Not that it'll do you any good."

She jerked out of her charge toward him two steps into it, halted for a second, "What do you mean, Kevin?"

"Kev." he said lightly.

"What are you talking about KEVIN!"

"You're going to pay for that. Ten spankings."

"You're an idiot."

"And you're going to be a star."

"Not if I take the phone from you, delete the vid, then stuff it down your stupid throat!"

"Uh-huh, yeah, not gonna do you any good, Tia." his eyes twinkled and he fought not to laugh, "Remember when I said done? Well, that was because I'd just finished texting the vid to my private email."

Her jaw sagged.

"That's right, your performance is safely hidden away in a private account, protected by a password that exists only in my memory."

"But--But-"

"No buts, babe, that file is mine, and if you breath even a single word about any of this to anybody, then it's going to be all over the net faster then you covered those firm tits of yours with the towel."

Her eyes were like stone, her stomach twisting madly, Tia felt like she was going to faint, "But...but your parents-"

"I don't care. You said it: if they find out what I did then I am definitely dead meat on a stick. And yeah, that weight-lifting father of yours will pound me into a fine sticky paste, no doubt. But the vid will still be everywhere and you'll be a triple-X celebrity, a thousand guys fisting it to your quivering ass cheeks every minute from now until the end of time."

"Kevin...please...you couldn't! You--You wouldn't!"

"I could and I would, babe. And now it's twenty."

She stared at him in confusion, "Twenty what?"

"Spankings." and he moved to the pool house's only chair and sank firmly into it's armless depths.

"What?" she blinked hard.

"I told you not to call me Kevin. You did it twice, so that's ten spankings for each violation." he patted his lap, "Assume the position."

"You're nuts! I am not-"

"I think I'll call the site watch-tia-cum.com." he smiled like a snake, "Has a ring to it, dontcha think?"

She hitched up the towel, knotting it painfully across her chest, "Look, Kevi--Kev. Kev, please, let's talk about this."

"Sure, we can chat." he nodded gamely, "Once you're in position and we've begun your punishment."

"I am not going to let you spank me-"

He frowned thoughtfully, "You know what, I need to rethink releasing the vid all over the net. Yeah, I think I'm going to set up a Paypal account on watchtiacum.com, charge five bucks a stream. No downloads, oh no, guys are going to have to pay me personally if they want to watch your show."

"Kev!" tears were beginning to well amongst her long eyelashes, "I'm begging you!"

"The girls too. Yeah, I bet the hard-core lesbos will line up by the thousands to watch a well-toned, firm-assed babe like you grinding yourself off. That buzz-cut of yours will really bring in the butch crowd-"

"Shut-up!" she nearly screamed, her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her fists were thrown high.

He scowled up at her, "Don't you tell me to be quiet, I'm the one in charge here-"

"Fine!" she snapped and the arms fell to her sides.

"F-Fine?" he fought not to stammer in surprise. Omigod, does she actually mean it?!

"Yes, you...you win." and head hung low she padded over to stand before him, turned her back to him and braced herself for the punishment, "Just get it over with."

"Ohhh no, we're doing this good and proper. Assume the position."

"What?"

"I'm not playing here, we're doing this all the way. You know the drill, Tia, remember when we were nine and your dad caught you using his Porshe for a slide? He put you over his knee while I watched and he wailed on you for a firm minute."

"What?! No!" the mostly buried memory flashed darkly behind her eyes for a second, "Not going to happen!

"Would you mind posing for a photo for the front page of the website?"

"Shut-up, you bastard. Okay, fine, whatever floats your perverted boat." and taking a deep breath Tia moved in and lowered herself onto his waiting lap, her flat stomach pressing into the muscles of his upper legs. She hung her head til her spritely chin pressed into the denim of his hip and took hold of a leg of the chair with her delicate hands.

Kev gazed down at her prostrate form, revelling in the feel of her solid body bearing down on his. He dragged his gaze from the back of her wet-haired head and raked it down the short length of her compact body to the rising hump of her ass. Despite the thick cotton of the towel the outline of the twin cheeks was clearly defined. It's so round and little, and it's all mine!

Mine!

He raised his hand and felt her body tense as she prepared for him to begin. But he hesitated a moment and placed his right hand on the small of her back, felt the firmness of her spin, then slowly, ever so slowly, enjoying every tactile sensation of feeling her lithe body through the taut white cotton towel, he slid his palm up over her rump and down on to her bare thighs.

Ohhh...

His hard-on was threatening to burst free of his jeans now, the feeling of her hot tight flesh was driving him wild. And who knew that blackmailing her into the contact would make it feel so incredible?! A month earlier he had felt Sarah Gobbins bare leg while they kissed beneath the bleachers at Lunch, but that hadn't been even close to this good!

"What are you doing?" Tia called up at him, "We just agreed to the spanking!"

"And that's just what I'm going to give you: a proper spanking." and gripping the edge of the towel he pulled it up, exposing her bare ass fully.

"Stop! Don't do-"

"Shut-up! I'm not going to tell you again! I'm in charge here, not you!"

Tia clammed up and shut her eyes.

He took a deep breath and lowered his hand onto the right cheek, eyes watching raptly as her ass tightened up as he made contact. Forget about her thighs, this was a hundred times better, so firm while still so soft, and the perfect curve of the buttock was like magic. He stroked her like he'd stroke his own dick at the start of a jerk-off session.

"Just get to it, Kev-" SLAP!

Tia screamed in shock, she hadn't even noticed his hand letting go, and the first impact from his palm had felt like getting shot, she had totally not been ready for it.

"That's one down and nineteen to go." declared her neighbour and she felt the hand leave her smarting cheek again.

"Wait! I--I don't think I can do this-"

"Too bad!" Whap! "TWO!"

Tia jerked even harder then the first time and yelped.

"We've got a ways to go, Jalone, so you'd better bear down." warned Kev.

She took a deep breath, fighting back the tears, and letting go of the chair's leg she steadied herself with hands flat to the floor, then dug into with her bare toes on the other side, braced her legs.

"There ya go, babe, that should help."

She cracked her eyes for a second, "Kevin, look, please, can't we talk about-" WHAP!

And she clammed up for good this time and just prayed for it to be over.

Kev was as good as his word, he delivered all twenty promised slaps, and not just to the one cheek, nope, he varied, first hitting one for a few, then moving to the other for the next series. And for the final three he really put his back into it and nailed her on both at the same time, right at the bottom where the perky cheeks met her legs.

She was gasping by the end of it, her shoulders heaving and her thighs quivering, but he was finished with the spanking and she finally was able to relax. Kev watched enraptured as her rosy-cheeked buttocks untightened and spread, giving him a peak at what lay between them. He couldn't resist and slid a slow finger down the trench of her crack and gave her bung a gentle prod.

"Poor Tia, it's gonna be hard to use this for awhile, isn't it."

"Wha--don't touch me there!"

"Don't act like nobody has. Your ex-boyfriend Jordan, he bragged in the locker room about going in your backdoor."

"Jordan Rantusso was NEVER my boyfriend!" she snapped and struggled off of him, up onto her feet, dragging the towel back down over her lower half, but not before giving him a nice look at her well-shaved groin, "We went on two dates and all he got was my knee in his balls for trying to grab my breasts. No boy has been in ANY of my doors, and certainly not that dork! I'm a virgin and proud of it!"

Good to know, Kev filed the claim in his memory.

"Now, get out!" she ordered, turning away and heading for his bed, "You've had your fun, I'm getting dressed."

She grabbed up her shorts and turned back, "And I'm going with you to your PC to watch you delete the vid from your email account."

He raised an eyebrow at her and folded arms across his chest, "Tia, I think you misunderstand."

She stared at him in confusion, "What, are you trying to go back on our deal? You bastard!"

"What deal, exactly?"

"I let you spank me twenty times and you delete the file."

Kev chuckled, "What? No, the spanking was punishment for calling me Kevin, remember?"

Her eyes flew wide, "But-"

"You called me it twice after I ordered you not to, so that was ten spankings for each violation. I didn't say a word about deleting the file."

Tia paled, she licked her very dry lips, "You bastard..."

He shrugged, "Not my fault you weren't paying attention. Now, let's get down to business, you want to discuss the price for not turning you into an internet jerk-off sensation, right?"

"You can't. Please, it's wrong."

"Right or wrong don't mean anything, babe." he replied as he stood up from the chair, his knees creaking from having to bear her weight during the spanking, "It's all about I have something you want, the vid, while you have something I want."

The Captain of the soccer team was afraid to ask the question, but out it tumbled in a rush nonetheless, "And what do you want?"

And Kev Heterson smiled darkly, "Everything you got, babe, everything you got."

Part II - Fantasy So Fine

Kevin 'Kev' Peterson stood grinning triumphantly in the main room of his parent's pool house.

Tia Jalone, his next door neighbour, stood across from him, the grass-stained shorts of her red and white soccer uniform twisting into knots at the very ominous words the other sixteen year-old had just spoken.

She had pissed him off, kicking him out of the cabana, and so he had come back while she had been showering up for a dip in his family's pool, and proceeded to film her with his camera phone while she bathed, digitally catching her in the act of pleasuring herself.

And now that unbelievably damning vid file had been uploaded to Kev's private email account, and the price he was asking for it's deletion from existence hadn't even been agreed upon yet and he'd already extracted a thorough spanking session from her to the tune of twenty solid slaps that had her pert buttocks still throbbing.

But the Captain of the Danover Razorbacks barely felt the sting as she fully digested what Kev had just informed her, that his price for not creating a website showcasing her shower session was going to be...everything...

"Yep," Kev nodded firmly at the site of her grave expression, "you heard me correctly, I want everything you've got."

"But--But I don't have anything. Well, you want my PSP? Daddy is going to notice it's gone, and what am I supposed to tell him, it's pink and bedazzled, so you are going to be noticed using it-"

"I don't want your stupid PSP, idiot." he shook his head in exasperation.

"Then what?" Tia was baffled.

"You!" he told the petite brunette, "I want you."

"Me?" she cocked her head, still not understanding.

"You really are dense, Jalone." he resisted the urge to face-palm himself.

Then she got it, "What--no!"

"Okay, then I'm going into business of peddling that finely-muscled ass of yours online."

"Kev! I am NOT going to have sex with you!" she pressed the shorts over her towel-clad torso protectively.

"That's what it's gonna cost you, Tia, so you'd better get used to it. I'm tired of my virginity and I'm going to rectify the situation by taking yours. Each and every one too."

"No, you are definitely not--wait, every one?" she blinked, confusion returning.

His mind's eye flashed back to what he'd seen nestled like a tiny pouty mouth between her narrow butt cheeks. Oh yeah, and her mouth!

He took a step toward her, eager to get down to it, "I think the best way to explain is by actually doing it to you-"

"Kev!" came a voice from up in the house, "KEV!"

"Dammit!" he muttered, "It's my mom, jeez, she has the worst timing."

Tia shot him a victorious grin, "So much for your fun, pervert! Your mommy is calling, so go to her like the little boy you are."

He backed up and pulled open the door, "I'm gonna wipe that smile off your face with my dick, Jalone. This isn't over."

"You are never gonna have me, Kev!" she swore to him defiantly.

But he only smiled, then the door slammed shut again, he was gone.

And Tia sat down on the bed, head in her hands, and cried...

* * * * * *

Gotta make this fast!

Kev jogged into the house, bent on handling whatever his mother wanted ASAP and then getting back to the pool house, hopefully before Tia could escape back to her place. His dick was throbbing in his jeans and the best way to fix that was hiding between the neighbour girl's fine legs.

I'm gonna stick it in every hole in her body--"Hi mom, what's up?"

He had braked to a halt in the foyer of their house where his mother awaited. She was the origin of his dirty-blonde hair and she wore it in a braided ponytail that reached almost to her ass.

She was thirty-two but looked to be in her late twenties at most, thanks to the ninety minutes she spent a day working out. Nearly six foot tall and fair of skin, she was in even better shape then the neighbour girl Kev was desperate to get back to torturing, not that Heather Heterson knew it. Despite her good physique she didn't have the prettiest face, the chin was a little too pointed, the brow a bit too pronounced, so the woman was severely lacking in confidence and worked out like mad because she was desperately afraid her husband would leave her if she didn't.

Not that Kev knew this or would care, especially seeing as he only had one thing on his mind, and it was currently in his pants, but he'd much rather it was in Tia.

"Look, mom, if this is about mowing the lawn, can I do it tomorrow? I swear, first thing when I wake up-"

"Not now, Kev, she's here."

"She?" he blinked, not understanding.

"Your Auntie, dummy."

"What? Oh." and the doorbell rang, his mother pulled it open, and there she was.

There...she...was...

Holy crap on a cracker...!

The last time he'd seen Auntie Dale was when he was seven, half his lifetime ago, and Kev didn't remember what she even looked like, as his family wasn't much for photo albums. But her appearance was now burned into his mind for all eternity, it was impossible for it to be not.

Wow...just wow...

Dale kind of looked like his mom, but her face was perfection and her skin had a wonderful bronze tan. And where his mom's sculpted body was all angles, Dale's was all curves, and her breast size was easily twice her sister's modest b-cups.

She looks like a model, Kev's mind thrilled, you'd swear she just stepped out of Playboy...

"Omigod!" his Auntie Dale purred and she dropped her bags, "Is that little Kev?"

"All grown up, yep!" chuckled Heather and to Kev's shock and utter delight his Auntie strode forward and seized him in a tight embrace.

And not a gentle, barely know ya family hug, nope, it was a full on torso-on-torso hug. Her arms were tight about his shoulders and their groins met, he nearly gasped from the heat pouring out of her, and from those wonderfully firm breasts of her that squashed into his chest.

She was kissing his cheek and laughing, saying something about how tall he was, but Kev barely heard it, his face was buried in her hair, it smelled sweet and tart like sugary avocados and she gave him a firm slap on the butt and that did it, his eyes rolled back into their sockets and all that build-up he'd gotten from spanking and terrorizing Tia Jalone was unleashed, he came in his pants, it felt soooooo good!

Luckily his Aunt had chosen that moment to release him and had turned to his mom in a rush and they were hugging and laughing at their happy reunion, so neither of them noticed his face and demeanour.

Uhhhhh...

Kev staggered away, fetched up with hands flat to the wall beside the door, and fought with every inch of his willpower to regain control as wave-after-wave of pleasure surged through his body like an angry ocean. He managed to stay on his feet, but only just, and after eight or nine seconds he had recovered enough to let go of the wall and turn around.

His mom and aunt were heading away, arm-in-arm, their backs to him, off to the kitchen for a glass of wine and a much-needed chat session.

"Get your Auntie's bags, Kev!" called his mom, "Put them in your room--I mean hers!"

He heard the words but all he could do was stare at Auntie Dale's swaying ass, wrapped tightly in a pair of white jeans that looked sprayed on. Oh god, she's even better from behind!

"KEV! NOW!"

"What?! Oh, right, sure!" and he grunting he caught up the heavy leather bags and staggered for the stairs. He needed to get back to the pool house for more then one reason now, as all his clothes were out there now and he definitely needed the shower...

* * * * * *

Thirty minutes later...

"Tia? Tia!"

He burst into the cabana, gaze panning the wood-panelled interior, but nope, he was far too late, the spritely soccer player was gone. The only trace of her was the mud stain on his pillow from the uniform she'd dumped there what felt like a hundred years ago now.

Crap...yeah I should have known...

His mom had snagged him when he'd tried to sneak past the kitchen and he'd been roped into the excited conversation between the two sisters, it had taken him nearly twenty minutes to break free.

But no matter if Tia has booked it, Kev decided, it's not like she's off the hook, nope, not even close! She couldn't escape him, she lived just ten meters away and they shared two classes. Plus he even knew her personal cell number from a couple of shared class projects. Nope, thanks to his sharp instincts with his own phone he had that vid and it was perfectly safe online, so sooner or later Tia Jalone's pussy, mouth and ass were going to be Kev's, and boy was he going to make the most of it.

But the gross stinky sensation inside his jeans was driving him nuts, so with a sigh he got out of his clothes and dashed into the shower. It took a good seventeen minutes of scrubbing to get it all off, spunk felt great coming out, but it was a bastard to get out of hair, that was for damn certain!

He exited the bathroom, feeling clean and refreshed, and frankly all horny again. It had been impossible to stand beneath that torrent of water and not think about Tia doing the same. He had decided to recreate the vid as soon as possible, except this time the girl would definitely not be alone and it was going to be his dick that was pushing deep into her pussy, not her own fingers.

His dick was rock-hard just thinking about it, the ache in his balls was amazing. And then Kev's eyes fastened onto the cell phone sitting on his bed and realized that if he wanted to see Tia naked again then the fantasy was definitely easy to obtain, because the original vid was still there in the silver flip-phone, ready to be watched.

"So sweet..." he chucked the towel and dived onto the bed, sat indian-style in the middle and propped the cell open on the pillow, tapped on the playback and there it was!

The picture was so sharp, the lighting had been just perfect, you could totally tell it was Tia, yes!

His hand found his throbbing member and while on the tiny screen the sixteen year-old soccer player twisted her tit and worked her pussy fervently, Kev started stroking up-and-down his cock, matching the rhythm.

God, she is sooooo hot! I wish she was here right now, riding me, her hot juices spilling down my balls, I bet she's so tight! Uhhhh, yeah!

Kev's hand was going like a piston up-and-down now as the tiny image of Tia turned away and put her ass to the camera, and if he hadn't of so recently blown a load he'd already be painting the ceiling. But despite the recent ejaculation he was rapidly approaching his second lift-off, and anyway he was trying to time it to match digital Tia's own fastly approaching orgasm, he wanted her cries and squeals to fill his ears just as he started pumping out the fresh batch of spunk.

She's sooo fucking sweet, look at that ass, I'm gonna pound that ass like a jackhammer, m-maybe even to--to---tonight! And he was nearly there and

"Kev?" came an inquiring voice and his nuts went solid, he gasped in shock at the sudden attention shift, his gaze wrenched from the pornographic vid on his phone to the opening cabana door and there stood Auntie Dale in the doorway.

"Kev?" she asked again, "Your mom got texted back to work so I thought I'd...take...a......swim..."

Her words trailed into utter silence as her eyes locked onto his naked body and the dick he was fisting.

And a smile curled Auntie Dale's pouty lips, her eyes twinkled, "Oh my..."

Part III - Thoughts So Wrong

"Oh my..."

Dale Solcord stood in the doorway of her sister's pool house and stared enraptured at her beyond shocked nephew. He was buck naked and sitting cross-legged on the cabana's bed, his right hand wrapped tightly around the shaft of his rapidly-deflating dick while some kind of porno played on the screen of his cell phone.

"A-Auntie Dale!" Kev gasped and his free hand desperately snatched up the cell and snapped it shut, then struggled to cover himself with the bed sheet, "Um...I was, uh, going to take a nap, and--and-"

"Sorry, but you're too late, sweetie." she giggled, "I saw what you were doing. Porn on the phone, wow, things really have changed since I was your age. Technology is crazy now."

"I...I was..."

She waved a dismissive hand, "Don't worry about it, Kev." and she closed the door behind her, giving them complete privacy, "It's natural for you to be doing it and I'm not embarrassed. Well, maybe a little."

She crossed into the bathroom, vanishing from his view, and Kev shot out a hand and caught up his t-shirt, pulled it on over his head. Oh crap! I am so dead!

"And don't you worry, nephew." Dale called from the bathroom, "I won't tell on you."

"What?"

"Your mom. I won't tell her I caught you." she explained as Kev grabbed up one of his gym bags of clothes and began searching through it for a pair of shorts.

"Oh...right! Yes, thanks! Yeah, don't. You have no idea, Auntie Dale, she'd kill me."

The woman laughed, her voice reverberating throughout the cabana like silvery bells, "Oh, I bet she would! She is just like our mom, your grandma, they are both queen-sized prudes, and this one time would you believe your granny actually caught ME two fingers deep in the hot tub, and boy did I get the spanking to end all spankings!"

Kev's gaze involuntarily slipped to the chair he'd been sitting on barely an hour earlier, doing just that to his next door neighbour: giving Tia Jalone a firm spanking.

I wonder what it would be like to spank Auntie Dale?

And his cock was rigid once more.

What the hell am I thinking?! I have to get control of myself! This day is insane!

His stare was jarred from the punishment chair by twin heavy thumps and he looked toward the bathroom in time to see his Aunt's white Nikes skidding to a stop on the hardwood floor. What the heck?

"Ohhh, I ache all over from the seven hour plane ride." Dale declared with a groan, "A swim in your pool is going to feel sooo good."

A moment later her jeans and t-shirt followed the shoes, Kev gaped down at them slack-jawed, then his brain nearly exploded out his ears as her panties and jogging bra landed atop the white denim.

She--She is NAKED in there!!

Yes, all he had to do was take four steps forward and he would actually be able to see Auntie Dale in her birthday suit. Kev didn't even hesitate, his brain was just a mass of fireworks now, his dick was completely in charge, he ghosted forward toward the door, no thoughts of the consequences entering his mind, and only fate saved him.

"There!" called out his aunt and he jerked to a halt as she strode out of the bathroom. She slapped hands to her curvy hips and proudly modelled for him, "Whatcha think, kid? Is your Auntie Dale hot?"

"Guh..."

The word 'hot' didn't even begin to describe the vision of jean-creaming loveliness that now stood before him.

It took him nearly three seconds of slack-jawed staring before Kev realized she was still clothed, if only barely in the tiniest canary-yellow bikini imaginable. All that curving, voluptuous bronzed flesh drew his soul in like iron to a magnet, her legs were long and perfect, her belly taut with just a touch of curve, and her breasts--her BREASTS! Those big, melon-shaped d-cups, how they were not snapping the spagetti-straps and detonating those poor triangles of fabric barely concealing her nipples was beyond Kev's ken.

"Well?" Dale demanded, "You like? Whatcha think, Kev?" she popped a hip and shot him a smile that could melt diamonds, "Am I better then that girl on your phone?" she winked in mirth at their shared secret.

"Oh yeah..." he managed to say without groaning, though how, he had no idea.

"I'm only teasing," she sighed, "I know us adult women are all boring to a young stud like you. I bet you've got two girlfriends your own age, one a cheerleader and the other some soccer-playing girlie, who make me look like an old hag."

"What? No!"

She waved him away and turned for the door, "Don't bother trying to spare my feelings, Kev, a good-looking guy like you can, and probably does, have the hotties lining up around the block. Anyway, c-ya in the water!"

And she left him gaping like a starving man at a turkey dinner, as he watched her stride away, her perfect bubble ass swinging, with only the tiny yellow cord of a g-string doing absolutely nothing to cover it.

Oh my god, I'm gonna cum in my pants again...

Wait...did she just...did she just say...c-ya in the...the w-water?!

And Kev set an Olympic record digging out his swim trunks and climbing into them...

* * * * * *

Next door at the Jalone residence...

Tia paced back-and-forth in her bedroom, the sixteen year-old had been doing it for more then forty minutes now, the path she had been working on the thick shag carpet was actually a lighter pink now, her passage had been that forceful.

And for good reason, as the soccer Captain was facing the worst dilemma of her young life.

What am I going to do? I have got to something, this is going to only get worse. What did Kev mean, each and every one of my virginity? That doesn't make any sense, I only have one virginity, right? Health class was very clear, hymen equals virginity, it's very simple. No, he's just crazy nuts, that's what the dork is, just a sicko pervert whose brain has been fried by watching too much SG-1 and over-masturbation. Omigod, I can't believe I actually let him SPANK me!

She reached her closet doors and without thought pivoted back around and stalked back the way she'd come. Her room was narrow but longer then the average teen's.

But what was I supposed to do?! He has a VIDEO of me in the shower and--and I'm--I am...ohmigod, what am I gonna do?! And what if he'd had the brains to actually film me getting that spanking? Then he'd have two vids instead of one, that would look great on his stupid website, the forty year-old freaks living in their mom's basements would have a CHOICE then! Oh god, how did I get myself wrapped up in all this! What am I gonna do?! WHAT AM I GONNA...gonna do...

And Tia slowed to a halt two feet from her dresser, her small bow-shaped mouth pursing thoughtfully.

Hmmm...yes, I know exactly what I need to do. Drastic times call for drastic measures. I need to stage an assault, I need to hit him hard and fast, he won't be expecting it yet. And I need to pull out the big guns. I didn't do anything wrong here and I can completely deny all the bad stuff like the spanking and what I was...doing in the shower. Nobody will ever get a chance to actually watch the vid, I'll make sure of that. I will just call it like it is, say that Kev filmed me without my knowledge and then tried to blackmail me with it...unsuccessfully!

Yes! Completely and utterly unsuccessfully!

The little brunette smacked a fist into her waiting palm.

Yeah! That's how to handle this. Okay, I got it all worked out, now I just need Daddy and some waterworks and ten minutes from now, seventeen tops, it will all be over and Kev Heterson will be dead meat, both literally and figuratively!

Oh yes...

So with a confident grin Tia marched to the door of her bedroom, unlocked it and headed downstairs to her father's office, she had heard him come home early ten minutes ago, which was lucky for her because Steve Jalone almost never got off early. Of course, she shouldn't even know this, she was supposed to be at her best friend Marci Dowe's for a sleepover, but Marci had caught the flu (aka mono from some guy, probably their soccer coach, the slut), and Tia she was home instead of over there at Marci's place.

Hey, so this is actually all Marci's fault if you stop and think about it, Tia scowled as she stalked down the corridor to the rear of the house. Yep, if Marci had just kept her panties on just for once and not been her classic skank self then I would have been swimming in HER pool instead of the Hetersons, and then I would have never gotten filmed by that pervy dork and his stupid camera phone, nope! It never would have happened.

Stupid Marci! She's gonna pay somehow. Okay, Marci has mono, so she's already paying, but whatever...

Tia reached the door to her father's inner sanctum, paused for a moment to take a deep breath and compose herself, thought of dying puppies and all the bad things that had happened to Britney Spears, yep, that should do it, she would be able to cry at command if needs be, but it probably wouldn't, Daddy was going to be so mad he most likely wouldn't even know notice if she told him about what Kevin had done standing on her head wearing a clown costume.

So, poised to unleash the tears, Tia twisted the knob and pushed open the door.

"Daddy! Ohmigod, I really need your help, because--OH MY GOD! DADDY!!"

"Wha--Tia!" yelled her father back at her in rage, and he fought desperately to stop what he was doing, which was a blonde from behind that was face-down on his mahogany desk, obviously loving every minute of what Tia's muscle-bound father was doing to her, if her muffled cries were any indication.

The teenage girl's eyes flashed to the woman's left hand and narrowed in rage at the sight of the yellow-diamond wedding ring there. She shot a terrible look at her father, "Another housewife! Daddy, you promised no more affairs!"

Steve Jalone tried to reply but before he could get out even one word Tia had spun on her heel and run from the room, the door slamming shut behind her.

And Heather Heterson, mother of Kev, groggily raised her head from the desk.

"Did she recognize me? Oh my god, I hope she didn't."

Her lover just swore loudly.

Part IV - Choices So Dangerous

His arms beat the chlorinated water, but to no avail, he failed to make contact with anything except more water.

Dammit! Where is she?!

Kev Heterson sighed and gave in, decided to try the direct approach again.

"Marco?" he called out.

And from a good deal away and nearly behind him came the reply:

"Polo!"

"Wha--you're cheating!"

"I am not!" jeered his Auntie Dale back at him as she bobbed up-and-down in the deep end of the swimming pool, "Anyway, how exactly does anybody even cheat at Marco Polo?" then she scowled as she realized that her sixteen year-old nephew, blindfolded with a the belt from her yellow terry-cloth robe, was wading steadily toward her.

"Hey! Getting me to talk more, that's cheating!"

"Nope!" he grinned and closed on her position beneath the diving board, "You didn't have to answer me, Auntie! Hah! Classic rookie mistake!"

"Ohhh, you!" she giggled and shook her head, "You're the mistake!"

"You're still about to lose!" he laughed and beating the water made a blind lunge for her.

"Not going to happen!" and she upended and made to dive deep, Kev's grasping hands desperately clawed at her, but the right one slipped off her slippery descending leg and then she was gone, off soaring across the bottom of the pool like a dolphin racing across a coral reef.

Kev slapped the water and bopped his head off the the bottom of the diving board, "Damn! Almost had her! Hey, wait..."

And he raised his left hand above the water, something was caught on it, hooked in the wristband of his waterproof Swatch. He tugged it loose, felt it. It was fabric, not too large, about as wide as his palm, and it had...strings...hanging off ...of it...

No way...!

"Um...Marco?" he ventured nervously and waited for a response, but none came, Auntie Dale must still be submerged. She was really good at holding her breath, which was probably why she had been kicking his ass at the Marco Polo game for more then ten minutes now.

So he chanced it and pushed up the left side of the makeshift blindfold and stared down at his unexpected prize. Yep, there was no mistaking it, in his hand was, wonders of heavenly wonders, the bottom part of Auntie Dale's

"Bikini!" gasped the lady in question as she broke the surface on the opposite end of the pool, her back to him.

Kev's mind whirled fast and with great reluctance he tossed the g-string away, then tugged the blindfold back down over his eye. Just in time too, because Dale had just finished dog-paddling around to face his direction.

"Uh...is there a problem, Auntie?" he inquired as innocently as he could muster.

"Um...no-no, nothing really." the leggy blonde replied quickly, her emerald eyes scanning the surface of the pool rapidly, then they locked onto the missing part of her wardrobe floating about a meter away from her nephew. She began paddling toward him fast, "Okay, heh, um, just stay where you are."

Kev decided to have some fun with it and slowly extended a hand up out of the water, reaching for his blindfold, "Is everything okay? Is the game over?"

"No! Everything's fine, Kev! We're still playing, just give me a sec to find a new position."

"Are you sure, because-"

"I'm sure!" and she snatched at the floating yellow triangle, missed it, and the resultant wave unfortunately (for her) sent the bottom of her bikini floating off toward Kev. Dale's eyes bugged and she made a final desperate lunge for it, kicking up her feet and surging for it.

The g-string smucked into Kev's chin as his aunt surged in for it, he caught it up and feigned more confusion, "Huh? What's this?"

"Gimme that, you!" she growled, half laughing, and then they intersected and went surging down below the surface of the pool, limbs flailing and grasping at each other.

They struck bottom, Kev on his back with his Aunt on top, and without thinking the nephew's instincts made him do the unthinkable: his hand which was already on her back as they rolled along the bottom caught the string of her top and tugged it loose. Dale of course didn't even notice, so intent was she on keeping a grip on her recovered g-string. She pushed away from her nephew and flew back to the surface, broke it in a spray and splashed as quick as she could to the nearest ladder. She was up it as fast as she could go, and clambered out and onto the tiles and was sticking the g-string through her legs and knotting it's sides even as she heard Kev break the surface behind her.

Yes! Close but no cigar! She tightened the final knot as Kev reached the ladder and hauled himself out as well.

"Auntie Dale? What was that all about?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just horsing around, because--because you were trying to trick me." she turned back to face him, hands on her hips, "You're a bad boy, Kev."

"Sorry, Auntie." he said apologetically, then pulled off the blindfold and shot her a lopsided grin. Which rapidly dissolved into his jaw dropping.

"What?" she blinked at him in confusion.

Talk about needing my camera phone! His amazed mind railed in happy 'annoyance'.

Dale caught sight of what Kev was grasping in his hand, "Wait, what?! How can you have...my top!" and she looked down at her very bare chest, her extremely impressive breasts bare and gleaming wet.

"Oh crap!"

"Ohh...Auntie..." breathed Kev as he ogled her.

"Stop that! It--It's wrong!" and she dashed to him, melon tits bouncing magnificently, and snatched the top from his limp fingers, struggled to put it back on.

Dale couldn't help but notice the front of Kev's sopping-wet swim trunks though. I guess the only thing limp about him right now is his fingers, yeah. Oh god, what am I thinking?!

Kev snapped out of it as she knotted the top back into place and he forced his expression into the most sympathetic one he could muster, "Oh my god, Auntie Dale, I am so sorry! Please, I didn't mean to look. I didn't even realize I was holding your top. I was blindfolded, remember?"

"Well, yes, I guess that's true." she sighed, "Okay, it's all forgotten, we won't talk about it ever again, okay?"

"Yes! Thank-you!"

"Anyway, your mom would go ballistic." she nodded and stumbled over to a padded lounge chair and fell onto it. She caught up her oversized Gucci sunglasses and slapped them on, looked back to her flush-faced nephew, "Okay, just calm down. You look like you're going to have a fit. It's okay, Kev, put it all out of your mind. It's just nature in all it's glory."

In all it's naked glory, Kev's mind whirled.

Auntie Dale continued on, "The human body is a beautiful thing-"

Soooo beautiful, he fought with all his mite not to cum in his trunks.

"-and if you'd been with me on some of those European beaches I visited last year, then we'd both have been naked amongst a sea of nude bathers, so this accidental exposure wouldn't even mean anything. Um...wait, let me rephrase that, Kev, that came out wrong-"

Soooo wrong...!

She rubbed at her pounding temples, "Okay, I feel a headache coming on. Look, be a good nephew and go get Auntie Dale a frosty bottle of cola."

"Gotcha! Sure!" and he dashed off.

"And go in Auntie's purse, it's on the kitchen counter! Get me the bottle of little pink pills!"

"Right, pink pills!" he vanished into the house.

Dale watched the door slam and shook her head in amazed exasperation, then chuckled.

I bet he'll never forget that. Oh my god, I've damaged him for life, he'll be in therapy by the time he's thirty, all because I had to be fashionable and not wear a nice and sturdy one-piece suit. Ohhh, I need like two of my pink sedatives, not just one. But they are way to powerful to take more then--what was that?!

A high-pitched scream had appeared to come from the house next door, the tall one hidden beyond the line of towering hedges on the right. Wait, frowned Dale, that sounded like a teenage girl shouting 'daddy', and definitely not in happy way. Okay, bad karma must be going around. Jeez, a fine trip this is turning out to be, can it get any weirder? Hopefully not.

And I hope everything is going okay over at the neighbours...

* * * * * *

Over at the Jalone's, Steve was staring fixedly at the closed door of his study, while above him his sharp ears picked up the sound of his daughter's bedroom door slamming shut so hard it probably had cracked the frame.

Well, I've screwed the pooch severely this time, he sighed.

"She didn't see my face, right?" demanded Heather Heterson, mother of Kev, under him.

"No, Tia couldn't have," the broad-shouldered contractor frowned, "else she'd still be in here giving you even worse then she gave me. Or she'd be on her way over to your place to tell your husband. Tia's temper rivals her departed mother's, oh yeah..."

"Whew!" Heather breathed a sigh of relief, "Because that's that the last thing I need right now, especially with my sister visiting."

"Oh? Your sister Dale?" Steve had been shown a picture and he definitely wouldn't be forgetting it anytime soon, "Your extremely hot twenty-something sister, huh?" and he pushed back into her.

"What are you doing?! We can't keep having sex after that! Are you crazy?" she tried to straighten up but he put a hand on her back and pushed her firmly back down onto the blotter.

"Stop it, Steve! What are you doing?!"

"Just making the most of a bad situation." he gripped her hips tighter and started to piston in-and-out of her, "Now tell me more about your sister. Is she just as much as a sex fiend as you? Only she doesn't bother to hide it? Uh! Take it! Yeah!"

Heather groaned and moistened around him, though she was still trying to regain control of the situation.

"St-Steve! We were just caught by...by your...uhhhh...by your daughter." but her protests were weakening as that huge cock of his continued it's pounding of her vaginal walls, "She's upstairs--oh my god, sooo good! S-Seriously, we have t-to stop!"

He caught up her pony tail and wrapping it around his fist he yanked her head back and up beside his own, "We ain't stopping, slut. Not til I've blasted that whore cunt of yours. I didn't leave the work site early just to only half fuck you."

"B-But Tia, she saw us--Steve, this is so wrong!"

"Forget about Tia, I can deal with her. Now shut-up!" and with the next thrust he pushed in even deeper and rammed up against her cervix, Heather gasped and spasmed, her first of many orgasms flaring around his fat cock which was so much bigger then her husband's.

Tia and the danger she represented faded from Heather's mind, but only for now. Something would probably have to be done about her, and Heather knew just how to take care of such problems...

Part V - Crimes So Shocking

"Kevieeee!" came the gently nagging voice, "Where's Auntie's pills?"

Hold your horses, you big titted slut, Kevin 'Kev' Heterson telepathically transmitted to the blonde waiting for him in the backyard by the pool, while he stood dripping on the kitchen floor, digging in the buxom babe's crocodile skin purse.

This bag certainly looks expensive, like something Paris Hilton would carry, isn't Auntie Dale in town to look for work? So how come she can afford swanky gear like--oh, whatever, who gives a crap, now where are those damn pills--there!

Kev raised the plastic bottle and shook it's tiny pink contents. Okay, so what's so important? She said she had a headache, so are these like expensive Aspirin? He read the label but of course didn't recognize the chemical name, he was just sixteen after all and only an expert on crappy sci-fi tv shows and the likes and dislikes of the girls of Playboy.

Oh, I get it, these are sedatives. And it sez only take one, because more can put you in a semi-comatose state. Huh...semi-comatose...

And a dark thought occurred to Kev, and before his conscience could kick in he had shook out two of the neon-pink tablets, then the bottle was back in the green-scaled purse and he was unscrewing the cap of the bottle of cola Dale was still clammering for and plopping one of the pills into it. Then he jogged back outside and stepped up beside his Auntie's deck chair like a high-class waiter.

"Madam's order." he declared in a mock English accent.

"Oooo, aren't you Mister Manners, Auntie loves a gentleman." and the blonde plucked the pill and bottle from his waiting fingers and stuck the tablet on her tongue and swigged three straight gulps of the cola, sending it rapidly down into her waiting stomach. And it wasn't alone, because Kev's quick eyes had spotted the second pill swirling around in the brown mixture before vanishing after it's departed mate.

Bingo!

"Mmmmm, that's the ticket, your Auntie is a resident of Happy Town now." she shut her eyes and sighed loudly.

Kev looked her curvy body up-and-down with hungry eyes, his gaze lingering on the thrusting oval of her pubic mound, straining against the criminally-thin yellow fabric of her g-string. I wonder what it's like to eat a woman out?

"A penny for your...your thoughts." asked Auntie Dale in a drowsy voice.

Wow! Those pills work fast!

"I--I was just wondering how old you were, Auntie."

She whacked his leg disapprovingly with her hand, "Never ask a lady that question, nephie. Heh, nephie, that sounds cute, so...so I'm...I'm gonna call ya that from now on."

"Sure, whatever." Kev's eyes were examining the impressive rise and fall of her cleavage while in his mind's eye he was licking between those amazing breasts, "But I'm really curious. See, Mom's older then you-"

"Uh-huh," Dale nodded absently, "big sis is...is like...she's ancient."

"Right. But she had me when she was eighteen, right-"

"Yep, the dirty slut. Ooops, um...heh...did--did Auntie Dale just...just say that out loud? Huh, I think I did. I...I feel sort of funny, tee-hee!" she giggled, then burped a bit, her whole body jiggled visibly.

Holy...

It was the hottest thing Kev had seen all day, and that included Tia Jalone's bare ass.

"Um...sssso..." he swallowed hard and forced himself to look at her face, "if my mom is thirty-two, then that makes you...?"

"Twenty-eight." his drugged Auntie replied without thought.

"Okay. But you don't look more then twenty-one, Auntie. Like an extremely hot California college girl."

"Oooo, you're a...a sweet one." and she batted at the leg of his swim trunks a few times, then finally got a grip and pulled him down to sit beside her on the deck chair. "Say more nice things...nice th-things like that to your Auntie. Her ego needs...needs...needs a boost. Ohhh, my head is all swimming."

"Is it, Auntie?" and with great care he laid his palm on her upper leg.

"Uh-huh...my whole body feels all...t-t-tingly."

"It does?"

"Yep..."

"Can you feel this?" and he poked her in the hip.

"Touch me whenever you're...you're ready, nephie...I don't feel a thing, except of course I...I feel...fucking wonderful...mmmm, did...did I just sw-swear.......I think I did..."

Huston, we have lift-off, Kev grinned and gripped her leg tightly, but got no reaction from Auntie Dale, who was starting to hum a rock song absently under her breath. He slid his hand down onto her thigh and stroked it, ran the fingers down to her knee, circled the cap, then slipped the tip of his index finger upwards, running it past her groin to her stomach, and gently prodded her belly button. But got nothing from his aunt, she was was breathing slowly now, softly, and through the dark lenses of her big sunglasses Kev saw she was dead asleep.

Yeah, semi-comatose is my favorite word now. And looking back and forth to make sure he wasn't being observed, not that he would be since the hedge around the backyard was high, he decided to up the ante.

Kev climbed onto his aunt, straddling her upper legs right below her groin, and slid his hands up her stomach, past her ribs, and onto her amazing tits. He gasped at the feel of them, they were the first breasts he'd ever touched, and it was well worth the wait.

And here I thought Tia's titties were going to be my first, but I'll be adding hers to my collection soon enough. Oh jeez, these feel soooo good!

He was squeezing them firmly now, digging in with his fingers, kneading the pliant flesh like dough, they felt like heaven, and he couldn't wait any longer, he let them go and reached up behind Auntie Dale's neck and un-knotted the tie, then pulled the strings down and the amazing breasts were exposed to the dazzling sunlight. He'd seen them before, but this was ten times better, because now they were all his! He took hold again and ran his thumbs over the nipples, marvelling at how velvety they felt, the pink circles around them wrinkled up and the nips themselves extended and pebbled.

Damn, I have to taste one!

And he lowered his head onto her tit and took the nipple into his mouth, sucked it right in, areola and all, and began swirling his tongue around in circles on the pliant flesh.

Mmmm...shiiit...

His slid lazilly eyes shut and his entire world became suckling at that breast, he rapidly tumbled into the delirium of it all, he had never felt so content, and then Auntie Dale began to moan softly under her breath, he could barely detect it, but she was doing it. He knew she wasn't waking up, there was no way, but he would bet anything she was having a fantastic dream right now. And he quickly discovered he was right on the money because he felt her groin begin to move, it was shifting up and down, up and down, working into a steady rhythm. He pressed close against her and ground his cock against her rising and falling pubic mound, that felt sooo good, and his aunt felt it too because her arms rose of their own volition and gripped his hips, began to pull him against her tightly with the rhythm, he began to hump against her now, and her low cries began to rise, her head was hanging off the back of the deck chair, lolling back, her full lips parted and her moans gained a rasp.

Wow...imagine if I...if I was actually IN her doing this...oh god, I'm gonna cum soooon...

So was Auntie Dale, her groin was going fast now and her gasps were quickening, drool was forming on her lips, they were both so close now, Kev's head was swimming and he pulled his mouth from her breast with a loud suck-pop! and just lay his head between her heaving breasts and put everything into the fast grind now and...and...AND!

"Ohhhh fuck, yeaaaah!" Kev gasped and jerked, shooting his load inside his swim trunks, and Auntie Dale gave off a twisted squeal and her entire body rose up, her back arching so hard that he heard her spine crackle at the small of her back, then she was rigid and her mouth was incredibly wide, she wasn't even breathing, her eyes were clenched tightly shut behind the dark lenses and then...then her orgasm was past and she seemed to deflate, slowly settling back down onto the deck chair.

Uhhh, gotta...gotta get off of her b-before the gizz soaks through and stains her g-string...

And Kev moaned and rolled off, landed with a meaty thud on the hard tiles beside the deck chair. He grunted and rose up, quivering all over from what he'd just experienced, and through hazy eyes noted that Auntie Dale's yellow bottoms were untouched, excellent! He straightened up, stretched, then pulled her top back into place. He hated having to cover those incredible breasts, they were better then anything he'd ever seen in any magazine that was for damn sure! But it had to be done, and he knotted the strings behind Auntie Dale's head, then breathed a sigh of relief, he'd done it! He'd gotten away with it!

Then he turned back toward the house, determined to go have a long shower and then get something to eat, 'cause all this sexual activity had made him unbelievably ravenous. But Kev only made it two steps before he halted in surprise at the sight of the figure standing there, gaping at him.

They had seen it all, they had seen him dry humping his aunt and sucking her breast.

Aw shit...

Part VI - Lies So Extreme

As the brutal summer sun beat down on the suburban paradise of Danover, Kev Heterson, up-and-coming sixteen year-old blackmailer, stood halfway between the back of his house and the swimming pool, his back to his now softly snoring aunt, who only moments earlier he had been enthusiastically dry-humping.

But that was completely over now except for his own personal clean-up, or it should have been, but the Danover Junior High School senior had just discovered that there had been a witness to the incestuous indiscretion he'd visited upon his mother's little sister.

Dammit! I am so screwed, for reals this time. Jeez, I just can't catch a break today, now can I? Guess it's karma for going spanktastic on Tia. But no matter what happens, that was SO worth it! And...and...

...and why isn't this Peeping Tom speaking? Why aren't they saying anything? I can't even see them in this stupid light, should have worn my Oaklies, crap...

The heatwave's illumination was at near-blinding levels, Kev could barely tell the intruder was male, so at least that ruled out his mom, and of course Tia, which would have sucked 'cause the soccer player could have definitely used this against him in order to release her from her bondage to the happy-time shower vid he'd taken of her.

Can't be Dad, he's still out of town at the convention, so...wait, damn, I know who it is!

And Heterson breathed a vast sigh of relief.

"Dude!" said the revealed stranger, "Who's the ultra babe! And what the heck were you doin ta her?"

Kev shot forward and rushed up to the newcomer, caught his arm in a tight grip and muscled him into the house, shut the French doors behind them and twisted the lock into place. The other guy tried to speak, but Kev glared him to silence and gesturing toward the stairs they both quickly ascended.

Five seconds later they were in his room and that door was sealed and locked too, Kev sank into the old battered easy chair he sat in to play Xbox and puffed out his cheeks, marvelling at how close he might have come to actually being caught committing such an unforgivable crime.

"Dude! What the heck is goin on!"

"Shut-up, Randy." he rolled his eyes at and picked at the chair's frayed leather armrest.

Randal "Randy" Blavin was his best friend, a tall, lanky guy of equal age, with thick curly hair and a permanent crooked smile stretching across his round baby-face. Nothing dirty Kev every thought up ever came close to the perverted swill that was seething around inside his mega-horny friend's brain. Though what Randy had just caught him doing might actually come close, just this once.

But how much did he actually see, wondered Kev. Maybe he didn't really see anything-

"Dude!" exclaimed Randy, "You were actually FUCKING that college chick, missionary style!"

Or, maybe he saw it all. Crap...

"Who is she?" demanded his best pal, "She's damn fine! I'd hit that! Like, a million times, and two million on Sundays! But missionary is a waste of time, you should have flipped her over and propped up her ass and-"

"Shut-up, Randy! Keep your voice down!"

The curly-haired guy frowned, looked confused, "What's the deal, Kev? Why so nervous? What you take? Speed? Yeah, I bet it's speed."

"I didn't take speed, dipshit. It's just that...that...um, that girl--woman, she's...uh..."

Randy dropped onto his bed and started picking at a knee-scab, "She sorta looks like your mom, only way hotter. And yer mom is kinda hot anyway, if nuthin to brag about face-wise. But I'd do her, just from behind, no offense."

"Shut-up, Randy."

"Or maybe from the front if I put a paper bag over her head."

"Shut-up, Randy!"

"Like Celine Dion in that South Park episode! Hah!"

"I'm going to fucking KILL you if you don't shut it!" Kev nearly shouted.

Randy blinked at him, "Shit, dude, what crawled up your ass and laid eggs? I'm only joshin' ya."

"Just quit it then." exhaled Kev, rubbing at his pounding temples.

"But I'd still do your mom." grinned Randy, "And that chick in the backyard who looks like her too. Hey, does she like guys our age, is that why she was letting you do that?"

Letting you do that, digested Kev. Okay, maybe I can work with this...

"Um...yeah, she sort of does. But you can't talk about this, not with anybody."

"But-"

"With nobody, Randy!"

"Yeah, but this is huge-"

"Five Playboys."

The other guy paused, licked his lips.

"...seven."

"Five."

"Seven, dude, this is huge."

"One."

"What?!" gaped Randy at him from the bed, "One! Going backwards, that's not how you negotiate, dude!"

"One. This month's Hustler."

Randy's jaw sagged, "...really?"

Kev reached under his desk and pulled free the magazine that has concealed there, held it up.

"Shiiiit!" and his friend bounced up and down on the bed, "You gots yourself a deal, dude!" and Kev tossed over the price of his pal's silence, Randy caught it and drooled down at the cover, "Sooo sweet. Gonna make this one all sticky an' shit!"

"Uck, do it on your own time."

"Yeah, like I'm gonna choke it in front of you, fag."

"Wouldn't put it past you."

Randy stuck the mag in his backpack and then leaned back on his elbows, "But okay, spill it. You bought me off, so I'm never gonna tell on ya, but you gotta fill me in, Kev. What's the deal with that hot college chick!"

Kev rubbed at his temples some more, then reached out a hand and flicked on his stereo, filling the room with heavy metal, drowning out their voices for anybody who might be listening. They were alone in the house, but one could never be too careful.

They both leaned forward til nearly their noses were touching, and Kev finally popped a grin that challenged Randy's permanent one, "Okay, but you're a dead man if you ever breath a word of this, and I'm not shitting you here, because I might as well eat a bullet if this ever gets out."

Randy was ready explode from the anticipation, "Awww shit, this is gonna be hard-core hot, I can just tell!"

"You have no idea, man. Because...that babe?"

"Yeah?"

"She's..."

"Yeah!!"

"She's...my..."

* * * * * *

Next door, on the second floor of the Jalone house, Tia raised her tear-stained face from her My Little Pony pillow and frowned in confusion.

I could swear I just heard Randy Blavin shouting the word 'ant'. Jeez, what a freak, he's even worse then that pig Kevin. Hah, no surprise that he get's his rocks off to bugs now...

And then her stomach twisted like she was on a rollercoaster!

Oh no! What if Kev is showing him the vid! What if he's showing it to that curly-headed freak RIGHT NOW!

The little brunette sat up on the bed, grasping the pink equine-covered pillow to her chest, and fought not to throw up.

But wait, no, Kev wouldn't do that. He may be an idiot but he's not that stupid. Randy can't keep his mouth shut, it's impossible for him to do so, and if Randy knew about the shower vid then within hours all of Danover would know about it, and Kev would lose his leverage against me completely. No, I'd bet anything he won't tell a soul about it, not when he can use it to make me do what he wants.

Kev'd never be that dumb, nope. Which is why I've got to be smart about this. In fact, I already have been...

Indeed, an operation was already in motion, hope was already on the way. Since 'Plan A', aka spill the beans to Daddy, had gone tits-up, Tia hadn't wasted any time coming up with a 'Plan B', and that had involved calling a former lab partner of hers who had once bragged they new somebody who could do techie stuff that was usually relegated to the movies. It had cost her thirty bucks through Paypal just to get the name, but hopefully very soon it would become money well spent.

And her cell phone buzzed on her bedside table, she snatched it up excitedly, "H-Hello? Hello!"

"Jalone?" asked a careful voice.

"Yes! Uh-huh! Are you Oblivion?"

"Don't say my handle on an open line!"

"Oh! Sorry!"

"You got the money?"

Tia nodded fervantly to the empty room, "Yep! Two hundred dollars, just like Jessica told me." There goes my b-day money shopping spree on Saturday. Stupid Kev! But after this is done I'll get the refund out of him, else Daddy is going to break his face!

"You have it with you?" asked the muffled voice.

"Yeah, I got it, all in twenties. When can we meet?"

"Right now?"

Tia blinked, "Oh? Where do I go to find you?"

"Nowhere." they replied, and to Tia's immense shock her bedroom door creaked open and a girl barely older then her stood before the threshold.

"Holy--how did you DO that?!" the phone fell from her limp fingers.

The girl known online as Oblivion grinned darkly, "Got your address off your Daddy's DMV file, easy as pie, drove over here on my mountain bike. You guys should really try locking your doors, there's criminal elements about, heh."

The new girl was a bit taller then Tia, very thin with pinkish-blonde hair gelled a bit spikey, and behind large horn-rimmed glasses her eyes were shaded with enough purple eye shadow to supply three Italian supermodels. Black leather and green denim was the theme of her ensemble and an emerald nose stud twinkled in the light, completing her staggering look.

'Oblivion' certainly stood out in suburban Danover, probably exactly what she was going for, and as a matter of fact Tia definitely recognized her.

"Wait--Veronica?! Veronica Nortelli!" the blackmailed brunette sprang to her feet.

The girl computer geek stared at her in surprise, "How do you know my name?"

Tia rolled her eyes, "Duh! We've got Spanish together."

"We do?" blinked the geeky chick, "Oh, right, you're the soccer Captain."

"Yeah, that's me." Tia replied meekly.

"I mostly go by Vee in RL, by the way." corrected Veronica.

"Okay, sure, Vee." and they shook hands.

Veronica, or 'Vee' as she said, stepped inside Tia's bedroom and pushed the door shut with her black leather wrapped butt, "Wait, but you are in so much trouble that you need somebody like me to help? But you're like on the Purity Society, all that no sex 'til you get chained to a forty year old husband crap."

"Yep." nodded Tia, then she frowned, "Well, sort of."

Vee cocked a disbelieving eye at her, "But you need me to get back a computer file that could ruin YOU? Somebody so straight-laced that she probably wears a chastity belt?"

Tia tried not to sob and plopped back down on her bed, snuffled sadly, "It's a long story. I really didn't do anything wrong. Not really."

Vee came over and sat down beside her, unslung her satchel and set in carefully on the bed behind them, "Look, whatever it is, you can tell me. In fact, you gotta tell me so I know exactly what to do. Don't worry, your two hundred bucks buys eternal silence. But you got me all worked up now, girl, so spill it: what did Wendy White-Panties do that's so awful that you need a cracker of my level?"

And indeed, Vee was definitely intrigued. Because she had been lying when she'd told Tia she'd had to hack her father's info in order to get her address. Nope, she'd already knew it quite well. In fact, there was nothing whatsoever that Veronica 'Oblivion' Nortelli didn't know about Tia Jalone.

The oh-so delicious Tia Jalone, the hacker licked her lips while the other girl hung her head and began to tell the story. Veronica stroked Tia's knee to lend support, and felt her own pussy turn to mush at being so close to the girl she'd been dirty dreaming about for more then a year now.

Yes...tell me all your dark secrets, Tia...and then we'll see what I can do with them.

And Veronica 'Vee' Nortelli, aka Oblivion, fought not to smile...

Part VII - Secrets So Dark

"Oh wow, you're serious?" exclaimed seventeen year-old Veronica Nortelli, also known as Vee to her friends, though she really didn't have any.

"Completely." replied Tia Jalone, the girl she'd been hired to help.

"Seriously?!" demanded Vee so vigorously that the spikes her pink-died blonde hair was gelled into actually rattled

"Uh-huh." nodded the dusky girl before her.

But Vee still couldn't believe it, "So you're telling me that Kev Heterson, that sci-fi loving dork I'm in Mr. GeBec's Calculus Primer with, actually has a vid of you fingering yourself in the shower?! Seriously!"

"Please stop saying it like that!" begged the dark-haired girl, she was on the verge of crying again, "Would I have hired you with money I can't afford to part with otherwise? Come on!"

The leather-clad hacker frowned thoughtfully, "Yeah, I gues you of all people wouldn't make something like this up. Jeez, if even the rumor of something like this got out, then your rep would be utter toast. With peanut butter."

"Yep, so completely forever. I--I would have to leave town! And I--I can't!" and tears began to roll down Tia's cheeks.

"Aw, come here." and Vee encircled Tia's little waist with her arms, pulled her close, "It's gonna be okay."

The soccer player collapsed into her, fell sobbing onto her shoulder, while the punk-stylin girl rubbed her back softly and slowly.

Mmmmm, you smell so good, Vee breathed in the scent of Tia's hair, it made her insides quiver.

"B-But it's b-b-been so awful!" moaned Tia, snuffling like a little girl.

"I'm sure it has." Vee stroked Tia's short shock of chestnut hair, "But shhh now, no worries, I'll help you. Kev Heterson won't ever get a chance to blackmail you, I'll never let it happen."

"But he already has started!" said the distraught girl against her shoulder, and sobs wracked her body, making her breasts rub up against Vee's nearly nonexistant ones.

Oh shit, this is so awesome!

"He has? Tell me, what did that dork do?"

"He...He--He spanked me!"

Vee's mouth made an 'o' of absolute lust and she shut her eyes at the thought of Tia recieving such a saucy punishment. Oh...my...god...

"...He did? R-Really? The...the bastard..." The lucky bastard!

Tia raised her head and looked into Vee's darkly-painted eyes, "Yes, he is such a bastard. Will you h-help me? Please?"

"Of course. I'm the best, baby." Vee pressed her forehead against Tia's and the tips of their noses touched, "He won't know what hit'em."

"Oh thank-you!" breathed the other sixteen year old, "You're so nice!"

"And don't worry about the money. I bet you can't afford it anyway."

"Really? Ohmigod! You are the best, Vee! I love you!"

The hacker-girl was taken aback, "You...you do?"

"Yes! I so do!" and cocking her head to the side, Tia leaned in and planted a firm kiss on Veronica's lips, then pulled back with a grin, "You are the greatest for doing this for me."

Veronica blinked at her, mouth hanging half-open, the taste of the other girl drifting over her lips, and then she threw caution to the wind and yanked Tia to her and fastened her own lips over hers even tighter. And the emotionally distraught soccer player's mind went blank, she returned the embrace and kiss without thinking, and for several long seconds the two junior high school girls writhed in each other's grip, mouths open and moist tongues twisting against each other, hands groping each other's backs and sides.

Tia moaned in ecstacy, it felt so good, she was lost in it all. Vee's hand slipped up under her t-shirt and slid onto the cup of cotton covering her left breast, then with a flick of her well-chewed black fingernails she was under it and gripping the firm bare tit tightly, the little nip growing hard as it was pinched between her index and middle finger. Tia groaned in pleasure and seemed to melt, Vee pulled her down onto the bed beside her, the tempo of their kissing increasing to fever levels, she slid a hand down the front of Tia's jeans while fumbling for her skirt's zipper, she broke the kiss and while Tia gasped for breath she hissed into her ear, "Let's get naked!"

The other girl's eyes fluttered then went wide as her mind finally grasped what was happening, and she instantly recoiled.

Ohmigod! I can't believe this! I've got to stop it!

"What's wrong?" demanded Vee as Tia gripped her wrist and gentley but firmly pulled her hand free of her jeans.

"Um...I'm sorry! I think I somehow gave you the wr-wrong idea." and she rolled away to the other side of the bed, rose up facing Vee, putting a good two feet between them.

The hacker blushed and straightened up, smoothed down her clothes, "Actually, I think things were going just fine."

"Um...what was that?!" Tia asked from the opposite side of the now mussed-up bed, her My Little Pony pillow clenched to her chest as if in defense.

"Uh...we sort of made-out...heh..." Veronica drew hooked fingers back through her crunchy hair and chuckled.

"You--You kissed me!"

"You kissed me back."

"I--I didn't mean to!"

"Coulda fooled me. The part with the tongues for example."

"But--But you're gay?!" Tia gawked at the computer-geek.

"Well, sorta."

"Sorta? How are you sort of?"

"Well, I'm bi. I like boys and girls. But girls more, 'cause guys so totally suck. Well, except for their dicks. Mmmm, no dildo even comes close to a real one, that's the saddest fact in life."

Tia gaped at her, "You...you've used a...a..."

"Dildo." finished Vee, "It's an easy and fun word to say. Go ahead, purity girl, you won't burst into holy flames, I promise."

The short-haired brunette opened and closed her mouth but the word refused to emerge.

"...Oh, I just couldn't."

"What are you, from the 1950's? Don't be so Martha Kent, this is the 21st Century, we're nearly to 2015 which according to Back to the Future Part II has hover-cars and automatic sneakers and Pepsi you can't open. So time to act like it, girl."

Tia licked her bow-shaped lips nervously in a way that made Vee want to strip her naked on the spot and rape her if that's what it took to get her fist inside her virgin pussy.

"...Um...heh...okay, here goes... Dil...dil...dil--no!" and she shook her head, paled visably, "Ohmigod, I just can't do it!"

"Maybe if you had a visual aid." and from her backpack Vee pulled a plastic cone-shaped box.

Tia's eyes bulged from their sockets, "Holy crap! You have to put that away! My dad-"

"-drove past me driving pretty fast on my way over here." the seventeen year-old informed her, "Looked like he was going to be gone for a good long while. Probably looking for a beer or maybe ten, and some tail to chase."

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