Lost in the Rain
Richey had been an active child. He had always been a bit of
a hyper kid growing up and that had continued into his current age of twelve.
He had also begun to develop a horniness for girls, as puberty had begun to
kick in. Not that he had yet to experience randy feelings in the past. There
had been occasions, though it was certainly not hormonal.
There had been the time on the monkey bars when he was
barely more than a toddler when a girl next to him had missed her bar and
grabbed his crotch. It had been an unusual feeling for him, somewhere between a
curious pleasure and pain.
Then there was the time during recess just last year when a
girl he liked, Joanie, had retaliated unexpectedly from a game of ‘titty
twister’ he and his friends had played on the girls. Most of the girls had
simply laughed (or screamed) and run away. But Joanie had reached down his
shorts and grabbed a hold of the head of his little cock and twisted it in a
circle to mimic what he had done with her nipple. He had gasped in shock and
surprise, along with it being painful.
“That’ll teach ya, you little perv”, the girl had said
before jogging off with the other girls. Richey had watched her talk to the
other girls, no doubt telling them what she had done, and a couple of them had
reacted in excited and giggling fashion.
And yet, even though it had been painful, there was
something which struck his sexual fancy about the girl who was bold enough to
reach into his shorts. She had showed no fear of his ‘sugar monster’ (which was
his recent pet name for his penis) and he was quite impressed with her.
That was why he felt a surge of excitement when his mother,
Wilma, had told him his cousin Rachel would be coming over soon for a few
hours. Rachel’s mother had some errands to run in town and Rachel apparently
would rather come over to visit with her cousin rather than tag along on boring
errands.
Richey thought of the times he’d seen Rachel – once at the
recent wedding of his older sister to Rachel’s older brother and on one other
family get-together. He’d also seen her once during his sister’s dating phase.
It was just a glance as the man had picked up his sister and Rachel had been in
the car. The thirteen year old brunette, sort of a country bumpkin, had seemed
pretty and confident. He was anxious to exhibit his newfound sexual energy when
she showed up, to see her reaction.
***
In an effort to impress his cousin, he thought of something
which might show off his athletic ability and imagination for her – Jedi dueling.
Their play had begun innocently enough – they had both dressed in Jedi costumes,
Rachel borrowing the leather costume of Richey’s sister (she was away). Of
course, since Richey and his sister both had the ‘good’ light-sabres (they were
both blue), when they crossed each other, it didn’t ring true as a battle
between good and evil. Richey had told Rachel she had to play the role of ‘bad’
Jedi.
Soon, it began to sprinkle and they decided to turn their
attention from dueling to the playground. Richey removed his robe so that he
simply had a t-shirt and shorts on underneath, while Rachel put her shirt on
over her costume, removing the leather-strapped bra and shoulder coverings
after first covering herself.
They had continued playing in the rain, the small park just a few
hundred yards away. Richey had rejected his mother’s calls to come inside twice
and Rachel had stayed to play with him as they played on the swings and ran
around the various blocks and items to climb and crawl on. But the rain had
come down harder and harder and she finally had enough.
“I’m going in Richey”, announced Rachel, “it’s raining too
hard.”
“Awww”, moaned Richey. He didn’t mind the rain in the least.
There had been no sounds of thunder, so the worst they could do in his mind is
simply get muddy. Of course, his mother would have a different opinion on that
entirely. “Ok”, he muttered sullenly as he jogged after the girl, who had a
good 40 feet head start on him.
Richey bemoaned the fact that she had relented, though he
had been able to talk her into playing in the rain for several minutes. Of
course, he had noticed that the girl was not wearing a bra and her nipples
stood out prominently from her firm chest which jiggled as she ran. This was
another reason for his disappointment. Watching the girl’s breasts jiggle in
the wet shirt was somehow captivating to him and gave him a strange feeling or
urge in his groin.
He ran and almost caught up with her by the time she reached
the front door.
***
Richey’s mother was less than thrilled when the two drenched
youngsters came tearing into the house, Rachel screaming and Richey yelping as
they fought to be the first inside. Wilma was just inside the door and had
anticipated the mad rush. She stopped the two at the door and the sudden stop
made Richey’s abdomen push into Rachel’s backside. The wet clothes felt very
cold to the touch and even worse when pressed into their flesh.
“Stop it”, Rachel muttered as she looked behind her. He was
making a goofy face.
“Hold it you two! Shoes and socks off. NOW!”, she said
sternly, pointing at the mat just inside. “I can’t believe you both stayed out
there in the rain. I’m surprised at you Rachel. And Richey…I’m not surprised at
you. Didn’t you all hear me yelling?”
“Sorry Mrs. Franklin”, said Rachel, bowing her head
ashamedly as she took off her shoes and socks.
“Come on ma. It’s fun to play in the rain”, said Richey
defensively, taking off his shoes and socks too.
Both stood there shivering in the entryway.
Wilma gave him a pointed look and handed each of them a
large towel. “Alright, I want both of you out of those wet clothes. Rachel,
your mother brought a change of clothes for you in this bag.” She handed the
small bag to Rachel.
Both kids looked at each other. Had they heard correctly?
Did Richey’s mother just order then to strip down? Both felt a sense of
embarrassment that one might see the other naked.
“Uh…”, Rachel began.
Wilma interjected, “Don’t worry. No one’s gonna see the
other naked.” She stepped past Rachel and began to towel off Richey’s head and
face. “Go ahead and change out now Rachel and I’ll keep Richey from watching.
Than, when you’re finished, you can go to the bathroom to finish up and Richey
can change here. Set your wet clothes there”, she pointed to an open space in
front of the carpeted area.
“Oh, ok”, Rachel said, seeing the woman’s logic. She turned
to face Richey just in case he tried to look. She got out a t-shirt and pair of
shorts from the bag and quickly stripped down, replacing her wet shorts and
panties with the dry pair of shorts, then she pulled her shirt over her head and
quickly unfolded and put on the dry t-shirt. She wore no bra, even though she
had developed into a B-cup, which was on the large size for a girl her age.
“All done Mrs. Franklin”, she announced, looking behind to
get the mother’s acknowledgement. Then she took her bag and headed into the
living room and then took the hallway towards the bathroom.
“Alright young man, you behave yourself around Rachel. I saw
you trying to sneak a peek at her.”
“Yes, mom”, the boy replied somberly. What a buzz-kill his
mom could be at times.
“Good boy. Now, I’ve got your clothes in the laundry, so you
just take these wet things off and I’ll put them in the dryer”, she said to
him.
“But mom, what am I gonna do then? You don’t want me running
around naked?”, Richey said, perplexed.
“Of course not. Strip down and then you can put on that
afghan blanket until your clothes are dry.”
“Geez! Ok”, Richey said, quickly taking off his wet shirt
and then his shorts, than he made a run for the afghan and snatched it up, before
removing his undies and handing them to his mother.
Wilma shook her head as he had dripped a bit of water for
the several feet it took him to get the afghan off the couch. She thought of
saying something to him, but then just took his clothes and walked away towards
the kitchen (the laundry room was an offshoot from the kitchen in a small
ante-room between it and the door to the driveway on the side of the house).
***
Alternating POV
Initially embarrassed with his nakedness, Richey was feeling
that maybe he could turn the situation to his advantage. Having gotten out of
the cold wet clothing, the afghan had given him some warmth and yet, the thrill
of being naked stirred something in him. His juices were stirring and he had
found Rachel pretty and fun to play with. And he really liked her boobs, which
were bigger than most of the girls around his age.
As he thought about things, yes, he did have to admit that
he felt a sexual attraction to his cousin. He wondered if he had made his
feelings obvious to both her and his mother. After all, his mother had made the
comment about his trying to peek at her when she changed. Did she know? He
didn’t mind if Rachel sensed this, though he liked to play coy with girls. But
if his mother knew, he would feel embarrassed. For he knew it wasn’t right to
think about his cousin that way. And yet, she had only recently been his
cousin. Surely, there had so be some leeway in what they could do. After all,
he reasoned, there were no guarantees his sister and her brother would remain
married forever.
He wondered if she felt a sexual attraction to him, beyond
the fun she seemed to have playing and tussling with him on the playground. He
resolved not to make the first sexual advance, but perhaps he could do
something to provoke her interest or test whether there were similar urges on
her behalf. If he was lucky, he might get to see her butt or tits. Their
playing in the rain with her wet shirt had promised him they would be spectacular.
--
Rachel finished freshening up in the bathroom. She was a bit
peeved that her mother didn’t pack another set of panties for her, but atleast
she had gotten out of those wet clothes. Her skin felt a bit clammy and cool
still and she shivered as a chill ran up her spine.
Turning her thoughts to Richey, she giggled. She thought he
was cute and she enjoyed playing with him, but he had been a bit grubby and
rough at times on the playground. She wondered if he enjoyed looking at her
tits, which she was very proud of and liked to show off. She hadn’t minded her
shirt getting wet at first as it prominently displayed them, but after the rain
had picked up, the coldness had bothered her.
Exiting the bathroom, she made her way back down the hallway
to the living room. Not seeing Richey, she sat down on the couch, crossing her
legs and began to take an interest in the TV show, which had been turned to the
cartoon section. It looked to be a spoof of Little Red Riding Hood. With her
angle towards the TV, which was set in the middle of the living room, the
corner couch gave her a bit of a peripheral view to the hallway from whence
she’d just come and also where the bedrooms were, a bit further down the
hallway from the bathroom.
--
Richey crept silently along the hallway. He had heard the
girl leave the bathroom (the door opening and the flick off of the light
switch) and had seen her walk into the living room, where she seemed to look
around for him before settling into the corner couch, though he could only see
her dangling feet from his current position. As he crept further, the rest of
her legs could be seen. She had seemed quite an athletic girl to him. She
really had an attractive, tanned toned pair of legs. He stopped just out of view from her upper
body as he was briefly enamored with them.
A thought struck him. I
wonder how she would react if gave her a quick flash of my naked body. He
felt a thrill and he decided to go through with it.
He crept just within view of her face, which was angled
towards the TV, and quickly opened and closed his afghan. He didn’t make a
voluntary sound, other than perhaps his feet making a creak in the hallway. He
noticed a smirk develop on the girl’s face, but she continued looking straight
at the TV.
--
Rachel caught the boy’s movement in the hallway and heard a
very slight creak. She hadn’t really seen him, but more or less felt his
presence. He’s gonna try to scare me,
she thought. Ok, I’ll play his game and
pretend not to know he’s there. She kept her face directed at the TV.
Then he did something she didn’t expect. He had crept a bit
further and she could see his outline in the corner of her eye of her
peripheral vision. Instead of jumping out at her, she had detected him opening
and closing his blanket, though she hadn’t made out any details other than she
knew he was naked underneath.
Did he just flash me?
She had found the thought amusing and surprising. Staring straight ahead, she
wasn’t aware of the smirk which involuntarily had spread across her face.
--
Richey crept silently (or so he thought) back to his room,
collecting his thoughts. Perhaps she
didn’t see me? He decided to wait a bit, then he would try again with more
gusto, determined to make sure the girl saw him. He wondered what the worst
case scenario would be – would she tell her friends? Maybe. But that really
wasn’t such a bad thing. Rachel traveled in different circles than he. He
didn’t know any of her friends and he was pretty sure she didn’t know any of
his friends. That was a good thing.
--
After waiting a minute, with no sign of Richey, Rachel
decided she would go find where he was. She jumped off the couch and began to
walk down the hallway towards the bedrooms. She wondered if she might catch him
naked, lying on his bed. That would be a funny sight. Two could play at the
game of sneaking up on the other.
Richey had gotten off his bed and was just about to go into
the hallway when he detected a shadow of someone moving in it. Peeking his head
out, he saw that it was Rachel and she was walking his way, passing the
bathroom. Another jolt of sexual energy burst within him and, as she got near
his door, he jumped out in front of her and pulled his blanket open with his
arms, this time saying “Surprise!” as he did so. Smiling as he watched her
face, he did a little dance before closing the blanket back up.
--
Rachel was indeed surprised when her younger cousin jumped
in front of her. It caused her heart to skip a beat. Before she could react
further, he pulled his afghan asunder and she viewed his nakedness in all it’s
glory. For some reason, as if by reflex, her vision went right down to Richey’s
genitals. She watched him do a little dance, his small cock bobbing around his
bare nutsack.
She stood there, stunned for a moment, then said “oooh” and
bolted back to the living room without even looking Richey in the face. A deep
embarrassment made her cheeks flush at what she had just seen.
It had been an amusing sight, seeing her little cousin’s
bits and the image of his little thing bobbing about (she could not call it
flopping as it hadn’t been big enough to meet that description) caused her to
giggle as she pulled a pillow on the couch to her face. She had actually seen
other penises before and they had been much bigger. Why would this boy go around showing off his bits like that?
--
Richey reveled in his excitement. He had gotten the reaction
he had wanted from the girl. She had looked directly at his ‘sugar monster’ and
had been caught off guard, gave a squeak and run away. But one thing she hadn’t
done is get angry and he took that as a big plus. In his mind, this was an
invite for more. He felt his cock twitch. He loved that feeling when his cock
began to grow from it’s small and soft state.
He decided to double down on his latest action, slowly
following the girl down the hallway. He found her with her face in a pillow.
Without seeing her face, he didn’t know what she was doing. He decided to
surprise her again.
“Rachel”, he said, getting her attention as she lowered the
pillow, than she pulled the afghan apart again, giving her a very quick flash.
She responded by covering her face with the pillow once more.
--
What is he thinking?
Doesn’t he know his mom can walk in at any moment? Oh my god, this is so
embarrassing. She liked Richey, but she was well aware that doing anything
of a sexual nature with him was off limits and she was loathe to incur the
wrath of his mother. Furthermore, they hardly knew each other. She didn’t know
any of his group of friends and she looked on that as a negative. She might
have been tempted to play with him a bit (as she had on one other occasion with
a boy from her school) if the two were on their own somewhere, but she wasn’t
going to be railroaded into it, feeling powerless in the boy’s home.
As she uncovered her face to say something to him, he
flashed her again, laughing as he did so. Oh
my god, is it growing? She had noticed his once tiny cock was now starting
to develop some girth and hardness to it, looking more like the ones she had
seen elsewhere. Part of her was curious, but the main feeling within her that
was winning the battle was one of annoyance.
“Richey!”, she whispered loudly, talking to him through the
pillow which she angled slightly away from him, threatening, “keep that little
pecker of yours covered, or else I’ll tell your mom.”
***
Richey could hardly stop himself from giggling. He had
gotten the girl’s goat, his penis had gotten hard, and he was sure she’d gotten
a good look at it. He even thought he saw a somewhat lustful look in her eyes.
Clearly, she was pretending to not like it, threatening to tell his mom. He
scrambled his thoughts, trying to think how he might trap the girl. She was
covering her face with the pillow, looking off to the side.
Perhaps? If she reacts as she did earlier, she might run
towards his bedroom. Than, he might be able to play with her without fear of
his mother coming in to bother them. He could simply lock his door.
Richey jumped a few feet to the side, now in front of the
girl’s face. She had her eyes closed.
“Rachel!”, he said abruptly. When she opened her eyes, he
gave her the longest flash yet, “surprise!” This time, he left the afghan open
for several seconds as he danced, his penis now turgid and tilting at an upward
angle.
--
Fuck!, thought
Rachel. Now he’s got a boner. Part of
her wanted to reach out and grab it. Another part of her wanted to kick him in
the nuts. These two feelings lost out to her horror and embarrassment that her
cousin was naked in front of her and that he was forcing his sexuality on her.
“Mrs. Franklin”, Rachel yelled, “Richey’s botherin’ me.”
There was a slight country twang to her speech.
--
“Richey!”, said Wilma, coming into the room from the
kitchen. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing mom”, he lied. He couldn’t believe the girl had
told on him. She was threatening to spoil their fun.
“Uhuh”, she said, disregarding his answer, which she knew to
be dishonest, “behave yourself and be nice to your cousin. You’re her host.”
Richey nodded. He wasn’t sure how, but he felt that his mom
could sometimes see right through him and detect when he was truthful and when
he wasn’t. It must be a special power moms have, he guessed.
“How about some soup to help warm up? Rachel, Richey?”, she
asked of each, both of whom nodded affirmatively.
“Good, I’ll put some on now. Richey, your clothes will be
dry in another 10 minutes or so”, she gave him another pointed look, then
returned to the kitchen.
--
Richey waited a couple minutes, glaring at the girl, his
hands on his hips cloistered around the folds of the blanket. Rachel was
unperturbed and responded by making a funny face, bulging her cheeks and
rolling her eyeballs, looking silly.
“I can’t believe you told my mom”, he said to her, which
caused her to grin and stick her tongue out at him, her playful demeanor
seemingly returning now that his mom had backed her up. For his part, he was
deeply embarrassed whenever his mother scolded him, especially when it was in
front of a girl, and doubly so when that girl was his pretty cousin.
Disregarding his mom’s earlier scolding, he lurched forward
towards Rachel, dropping his afghan. Now what would she do?
***
Rachel was pleased. Her confidence was back. Richey’s mother
had backed her up over her own son. She felt a sudden connection to the woman,
whom she now felt she could trust.
Richey had said he didn’t believe she would say something,
which brought out her bratty nature. She stuck her tongue out at him.
However, he didn’t react as intended, saying “meet the sugar monster” and dropping
the afghan entirely and standing in front of her fully nude, thrusting his
jutting penis up and forward like a pointing dog towards her face only a couple
inches away from it. He
danced, gyrating his hips, making his penis rotate around his little balls like
a dick propeller. Time stood still
for a moment.
She did the only thing she could do – she jumped off the
couch and ran as fast as she could down the hall, getting into Richey’s bedroom
and quickly slamming the door shut behind her.
--
Richey had seen the look of horror on Rachel’s face and was
startled by her swift reaction as she leapt right past him and ran down the
hallway. He knew then that he’d gone too far and for the first time, feelings
of guilt hit his conscience.
He picked up the afghan and walked somberly down the hall
towards his room, noticing the door was shut.
“Rachel?”, he said, with a melancholy voice.
“Go away!”, she commanded him with a cold tone.
“Rachel. I’m sorry. I…I was just teasing”, he said.
“I said – go away!”.
This time, her voice was more forceful. Damn, she was pissed. His plan had
backfired completely and now, instead of a new girl to fool around with, he had
a cousin who would know doubt tell her side of the family what had happened,
possibly his own mother too. He would be a laughingstock at family
get-togethers.
In defeat, he said “ok” and began to trudge away when a
strangle tickle ran up his spine. He made a squeaking noise and felt himself
losing his balance as he stumbled forward and fell to his knees. Then he felt a
sharp pain at the back of his neck, just below his head and then came a
dizziness. Grunting, he curled up in a fetal position and then everything went
dark.
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