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.