Frank Brown
When Mom and Dad are away

AB-5602

The first thing Jenny did when she got home from school on the day her parents left on vacation was to take off all her clothes. She didn't know why she did it exactly – she just found herself doing it. With all the doors of the house locked and all the curtains drawn and nobody to see her, she stripped in the living room and trotted from one end of the house to the other, giggling as her young tits bounced naked and free.

In her parents' bedroom, she posed in front of the mirror, running her hands up and down her silky-smooth skin, admiring the size of her tits and the voluptuous shape of her teenage body. She pulled her silky, blonde hair in front of her shoulders and let the ends tickle her large pink cherries, which swelled with tingly bumps and a pair of nipples like fingertips. She stretched her arms overhead, dancing with sinuous movements of her gymnast's body. Her hairless armpits were moist with sweat. The golden fuzz on her tanned belly glowed in the soft afternoon light that filtered through the curtains.

"You dirty little girl," she said out loud, leering mischievously at herself in the mirror.

For the first time in her life she was actually alone in the house, and she felt like being naughty. She didn't understand why she felt this way. All she knew that the excitement was racing through her body, pounding in her loins, and she felt like being wicked and running around the house stark naked.

She headed for the kitchen, where she found some fruit and yogurt in the refrigerator. Sitting naked at the kitchen table, she shimmied her bare legs together as she ate. If her mother and father could see her now, she didn't know what they'd do – probably both die of heart attacks. She was being such a wicked girl, but she couldn't help it. For the first time in her life she felt free. Until this moment she'd never realized just how unfree she'd been all her life. She couldn't understand it, but those were her feelings.

The telephone rang, startling her so that she jumped. It was as if somebody had suddenly barged in through the kitchen door and caught her naked at the table. Her heart pounding, she got up and snatched the phone off the hook on its third ring.

"Jenny, are you all right?" The voice was only too familiar – Barb, her old baby-sitter.

"Of course," Jenny said. "Why wouldn't I be all right?"

"You sounded strange when you answered," Barb said. "And you're breathing hard."

"I was – exercising," Jenny said. "Anything I can do for you?"

"I'm just calling to check on you and Skip," Barb said. "Your mother asked me to call from time to time while they're gone, to see how the two of you are getting along."

"Mom and Dad only left a few hours ago," Jenny said, annoyed. "And Skip and I can take care of ourselves. We're not babies anymore, you know."

"Of course you're not, darling. I just wanted to let you know that I'm here if you need me. If anything comes up you can't handle, give me a call. Is Skip home, by the way?"

"He's got track practice after school," Jenny said.

"Every afternoon?"

"I don't know. Not tomorrow, I don't think. Why?"

Barb chuckled foolishly. "Oh, no reason. Just curious. Well, I'm glad everything's all right. I'll call again soon."

"Don't bother," Jenny said after she'd hung up the receiver.

Jenny carried her clothes and schoolbooks up to her bedroom. Barb's call had cooled her off. Even with her parents out of town there was still a nosy adult spying on her. Why couldn't she just be left alone for once? Didn't her parents trust her? She'd never given them any reason not to trust her, and neither had her twin brother Skip.

Both she and Skip had got straight A grades all through school, and their grades for conduct were perfect too. Skip was a star in wrestling and track, and Jenny was a varsity cheerleader, and a member of the gymnastics team. She and Skip were the perfect son and daughter of a pair of model parents. What could her parents possibly be worried about?

In the upstairs bathroom, Jenny weighed herself and measured her waist. Both measurements were exactly what the gymnastics coach said they should be. She picked up her hairbrush and brushed her long blonde hair in front of the mirror. It was so nice to be able to stand here naked like this with the bathroom door wide open, and to walk around the house naked. Her tits jiggled as she brushed her hair, and she found herself licking her lips at the sight of them. The nervous excitement began throbbing again in her loins and soon she'd forgot all about Barb's intrusive phone call.

She wiggled into the hallway and did a few cartwheels, laughing as her naked tits flipped and flopped. She sank down into a full split, then pressed into a handstand. Wouldn't it be exciting, she thought, to have a girls' gymnastics meet where all the contestants were stark naked?

The thought was so wicked that she giggled. She flipped down from the handstand and landed on her feet. She was standing outside Skip's bedroom.

She'd never been in Skip's bedroom alone before, and certainly not without any clothes on. But for some reason now, she couldn't resist. She literally shivered with excitement as she slipped through Skip's door.

Athletic trophies sat on the dresser and bookshelves. At least a dozen pictures of Skip on various athletic teams hung on the walls. The room was neat and clean, just like Skip. Jenny didn't know what possessed her, but she gave in to the urge to snoop in Skip's dresser drawers.

Her breath quickened at the sight of Skip's sweat socks and jockstraps. She'd never done anything so wicked as this in her life. Under some T-shirts in the lower, left-hand drawer, she discovered a key. She tried the key in the one dresser drawer that had a lock on it and the drawer slid open. She frowned at the sight of several pairs of panties in the drawer. They were unwashed girls' panties! The aroma of pussy drifted to her nose.

"What the heck?" Jenny gingerly picked up the panties and found that two pair were her own! She'd wondered where they'd disappeared to. "Skip, what is all this?"

Under the panties she found a lock of blonde hair tied up with some yarn. It looked a lot like her own hair. And there were several small envelopes with a different girl's name on the front of each. She opened the envelope labeled Jenny, and inside she found what looked like pussy-hairs – blonde pussy-hairs like her own. The other envelopes contained pussy-hairs too, hairs of various colors.

"I don't believe this!" she whispered. She picked up a notebook in the drawer and started paging through it. The handwriting in it was Skip's, and the dirty words that she saw everywhere made her blush. Skip never used such words. She caught sight of her own name and couldn't believe what she read. I pry apart Jenny's pussy lips. They're elastic, and covered with blonde fur. The meat between them is pink and juicy. She's so sizzling-hot inside there's pussy-steam coming out of her hole. I just about faint from sniffing her smell. I suck on her clit and she groans that she can't stand it, that I've got to fuck her right now or she'll go crazy. I slide up between her legs and stick my prickhead between her pussy-lips. The sizzling lips close around my knob and I almost cream it feels so good. Jenny moans as I slide my cock all the way up her butter-slick cunt. I'm in her to the hilt, my prick just about jumping out of its skin with pleasure. Her cunt starts clamping around my cock as I start to ram…

Jenny snapped the notebook shut. Her hands were shaking. As best she could, she put back everything in the drawer as she'd found it, then closed the drawer, locked it, and put the key back where she'd found it. Flushed and dizzy, she tiptoed out of Skip's room and staggered down the hallway to her own bedroom. She closed her door and locked it. Her inner thighs were slick with lubricant that had leaked out of her cunt. Lying back on her bed, she spread her legs and stuck her right-hand middle finger up her pussy.

She moaned, her toes clutching, tremors of pleasure pulsing through her body. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about what she'd found in Skip's bedroom, trying to concentrate completely on the sensations coursing through her body. She wanted to forget what she'd discovered in Skip's bedroom, which was something too wicked to even think about. How could he! How could her perfect twin brother possibly have written such filthy things! She must have imagined it!

She writhed on the bed, moaning as she finger-fucked her sizzling, juice-oozing crotch. Each thrust of her finger up her virgin fuck-hole sent an electric current through her loins and made her gasp. Her slippery, squirming, red-hot clit screamed with sensation each time her finger touched it and she chewed her lips to keep from crying out loud.

She wasn't in the habit of masturbating. She never did it unless she absolutely had to, only did it when the sexual tension built to such a pitch in her loins that she could think of nothing else but relieving herself of the agony. Twice, maybe three times a month, she was forced to relieve herself. Once a week at the most. Masturbation was a wicked, sinful practice. If anybody ever found out she jerked off, she'd never be able to face them again.

"Oooh, yesss!" she breathed.

Despite herself, she felt so good she wanted to whine out loud. As she squirmed on the bed, her blonde head rolling from side to side, her right hand jerking rhythmically between her legs, she massaged her belly and tits with her left hand. Her skin was so smooth and silky and hot. She loved herself. As wicked and perverted as it sounded, she was crazy about her own voluptuous young body.

Barb had once told her she was pretty. They'd been in the bathroom. Barb was washing Jenny's hair as Jenny sat naked in the bathtub. Barb's soapy hands slid down, rubbing Jenny's pert young tits with her upturned cherries. She caught Jenny's nipples between her slick, hot fingers and Jenny's eyes rolled back. Barb slid a hand down between Jenny's thighs and started to rub her pussy. Shocked, yet delirious with pleasure, Jenny spread her legs and let Barb slide a finger up inside her. Jenny exploded in seconds, her pussy sucking Barb's finger like a voracious little mouth. Barb finger-fucked Jenny's spasming cunt until her blue eyes nearly popped out.

That's when and where Jenny had learned about the pleasures a finger could give her – from Barb, who had been Skip's and Jenny's baby-sitter since they'd been kids. And it was from Barb that Jenny had learned just how voluptuous and sexy her teenage body was. Jenny had never again allowed Barb to masturbate her, but once initiated, Jenny could never forget what pleasure her body was capable of.

Now, squeezing her thighs around her twisting right hand, Jenny rocked her loins up and down, fucking herself on her stiff, twisting middle finger. Lifting her tits with her left hand, pushing them toward her face, she darted her wet tongue at her nipples, each electric flick of her tongue across her sensitive nipple-flesh sending a rush of pleasure-tingles through her body and making her cunt contract. Her asscheeks flexed as she humped upward, cunt-fucking her finger. Hot juices seeped from her pussy, leaking down her ass-crack, leaving a moist stain on the bedspread under her ass.

"Ohhh, yessss!" she moaned, no longer biting her lips to stifle her pleasure-cries. She felt so good she couldn't help herself. But what did it matter anyway if she moaned out loud? She was alone in the house – all alone in the house for the first time in her life. She felt free! She was in heaven!

"I'm coming!" she whined. And she arched up, the spasms erupting in her loins, her cunt sucking fiercely at her finger. "Ohhh, yes!"

The pleasure exploded inside her and her body jerked.

Her eyes rolled back. Her toes clawed at the bedspread. She arched up, humping wildly with each rush of spasms through her loins. Pussy cream frothed from her cunt, dribbling down her ass-crack. She was a juicy mess between the legs, but what did it matter? All that mattered was the pleasure. She could die feeling like this and she wouldn't care.

Her humping slowed and she collapsed against the mattress, melting into it. Sweat misted her body and she shivered as the breeze coming in under the window curtains licked across her and gave her a momentary chill. The chill passed and her sweaty body throbbed again with heat.

Holding her breath, she pulled her finger out of her pussy. Her fuck juices were like spit running down her finger. She wiped the slippery fluid on her belly and tits, then gathered the bedspread up around her nude body and let herself relax totally. In seconds, she felt herself drifting toward sleep. Luxuriating in her warm, post-orgasmic bliss, she slipped into unconsciousness.