Story: Cousin Kim baby-sits   
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
         "But Momma!" I protested.   
         "That's enough, Brian," snapped my mother.  "Kim is coming   
   over, and that's final."   
         "But I don't NEED a baby-sitter," I grumbled to myself.  I   
   didn't grumble too loudly though, because once one of my parents   
   decided something, it only made things worse to bitch about it.   
         My mother heard me anyway.  "No, you don't," she said,   
   surprising me.  "But Lynn and Cathy do.  And you're STILL not old   
   enough to look after them, as well as yourself.  Anyway, do you   
   want to spend all of your time looking after your sisters, or do   
   you want to have some time to yourself, while your father and I   
   are out?"   
         "Well. . ."   My mother had a point.   
         "Besides," she added, "I thought you LIKED your cousin Kim.   
   Didn't you have fun the last time she was over?"   
         My mother had me there.  I blushed bright red at the thought   
   of the "fun" we all had, at our older cousin's direction.  Maybe   
   things wouldn't be so bad after all.  In fact, Maybe Kim had some   
   more ideas like last time.   
         "I know," Momma interrupted my thoughts, "you don't want   
   people to think you're really having 'fun' playing with girls, do   
   you?"   
         I hung my head, and twisted my foot in embarrassment, while   
   Momma continued.  "One of these days," she teased me, "you'll   
   WANT to play with girls, once you find out how much fun they can   
   be.  You're almost old enough now."   
         "Oh Mom!" I hung my head, and blushed even brighter, if   
   possible.  I thought about all the "fun" we had the last time Kim   
   was over, and wondered if my mother suspected.  I decided not, as   
   I figured she would NEVER let Kim watch us kids, if she did know.   
   By now, thinking about it, I had decided it might be worth   
   putting up with Kim's bossy ways, if she had any ideas like she   
   had last time.   
         "Oh, OK," I grumbled; but my heart wasn't in it.  The   
   grumbling that is.  My mother's reminders had me almost looking   
   forward to the time Kim got there.   
         My two sisters had finished washing up after dinner, and had   
   caught the tail-end of our conversation.  For sure Lynn and Cathy   
   didn't mind having Kim "baby-sit" us.  MUCH better in their   
   opinion, than having their older brother (me) do it.  Come to   
   think of it, better for me, as well.  For sure, neither of the   
   two little girls would have gone along with the things we had   
   done the last time Kim was over, if I had suggested them.  Still,   
   it wouldn't do to look too eager either.  So, I listened, as   
   Momma gave us last-minute instructions before our cousin arrived.   
         "Now you all be sure to do what Kim tells you to," Momma   
   instructed us.   
         "Anything?" I asked, to clear up a point that had come up   
   last time.   
      
      
      
      
      
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         "Anything," said Momma firmly; then seemed to reconsider a   
   little.  "Well, almost anything," she amended.  "I don't expect   
   you to kill anybody, But if she tells you to go out naked, and   
   roll in the snow, I expect you to be blue with cold before you   
   stop, understand?"   
         We all nodded.   
         "So, if she tells you to do something, I expect you to DO   
   it.  She's in charge.  Only if you really get hurt, do I expect   
   to hear anything about it, do you understand?  I've told Kim that   
   she can punish any of you, any way she sees fit, and I won't   
   interfere.  I know she's not going to damage you permanently, or   
   I wouldn't have her watching over you.  Anyway, you all like her;   
   don't you?"  Momma looked at us questioningly.   
         We all nodded vigorously.  Of all the baby-sitters we'd ever   
   had, Kim was by far our favorite.   
         "That's settled then," Momma heaved a sigh of relief.   
         Somehow I was sure that if we all HAD objected, Momma would   
   somehow have found another baby-sitter, or even canceled going   
   out, if necessary.   
      
         An hour later, we were saying good-bye to our parents, as   
   they headed out to the car.  "Now you be sure and do whatever   
   your cousin tells you to," said Dad to me, just before they left.   
         "Did he HAVE to make a point of it?" I groaned to myself.   
   Still, Dad seemed to have a big grin on his face that took a lot   
   of the sting out.   
         The door slammed; and we were alone.  Well, OK, not alone.   
   Me, my two younger sisters, and our 16-year-old cousin, but no   
   grown-ups.   
         Finally, I was able to look at Kim, the way I wanted to.  My   
   cousin was dressed in a short little skirt underneath her heavy   
   coat, that barely covered her panties.  I had been surprised that   
   neither of our parents had either seemed to notice or comment on   
   it.  Besides the short little skirt, Kim was wearing a tube-top   
   that did more to emphasize her breasts, than to cover them.  Once   
   she shrugged out of the heavy coat, and shook her long brown hair   
   loose from the stocking-cap, Kim looked more like she was ready   
   to go sunning herself on the beach in the summer, than visiting   
   her cousins in the winter.   
         I liked it.  In fact, I could barely take my eyes off my   
   sexy cousin.   
         "Easy boy, easy.  Time enough for that later," Kim told em   
   with a grin.  "We've got to wait until your parents are really   
   gone, before we start anything."   
         Dutifully, I tried to retract my staring eyeballs, and   
   drooling tongue before I annoyed the older girl.   
         "Can we get undressed this time?" asked Cathy.   
         "Not yet.  We have to wait until your parents have been gone   
   long enough to. . ."   
         A "Slam-Bang" and hurried footsteps outside showed how   
   prudent this was, as Momma's hurried footsteps ran back to the   
   house; opened the door, and Momma grabbed an envelope from the   
   chair; before leaving again with a, "Left the tickets behind," as   
   explanation.   
      
      
      
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         "See what I mean?" said Kim with a fake grin.   
         We all shuddered, as we thought of the possibilities.   
         "Bye, Aunt Margaret," said Kim to the closing "slam" of the   
   door.   
         "Bye," came the faint response, then more hurried footsteps   
   and the second "slam" of a car door.  This was followed by the   
   roar of the car, and a squeal of tires, as Dad tried to make up   
   for lost time.  I sure hoped they weren't late for the show.   
         With that possibility in mind, the four of us sat and   
   watched television for the next 45 minutes, until 7:30, and Kim   
   figured that our parents weren't coming back before midnight,   
   like they had intended.   
         "Now, what do you guys want to do?" asked Kim with a twinkle   
   in her eye.   
         "Can we get undressed again?" repeated Cathy.   
         "I want to play 'Doctor', like we did last time," said Lynn.   
         "What about YOU, Brian?" asked Kim.   
         I blushed.  Exploring my older cousin and younger sisters'   
   bodies had been fun, even if it was embarrassing to have them   
   look me over too.  "Oh, OK, I guess," I said.   
      
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