Growing up in Texas was hot.

Real hot

I thought as I sat in the cushiony green grass of my uncle's ranch. I ran my fingers through the grass, and smiled watching my cousin Chris play with the new chow puppies his dog had.

He glanced up as I pulled a weed from the rich earth, and grinned from ear to ear.

He was 15 then, tall and gangly, with deep brown almost black hair. He had one tooth that had a chip out of it in the front that made him look kind of like a cute, skinny pirate. The freckles that dotted his skin, were all over me as well.

And then the pirate leaned over and pinched me. I screamed bloody murder and he took off running. I sat there with my blonde hair spilling everywhere trying to decide if I was going to take chase.

At 13, I decided it was well worth it and strode off. When I thought I heard a giggle from beneath the bushes along the fence, I took off running as hard and fast as my feet could manage. I hated running though, it made my chest bounce, I glared at my breasts and cussed myself for being born female.

"man I hate having tits. " I growled quietly.

When I pounced into the bushes, I apparently surprised Chris and he screamed, "JENNNY!!! GETTTTOFFF ME!!!!"

I simply grinned and rolled to the side. Chris attempted to stand and tripped over his own feet and fell face down on top of me. He knocked the breath from my chest and I rose up gasping for air. He was panting like a dog in the desert and started to laugh.

He paused for a moment, and looked between our bodies. My shirt was askew letting the very tops of my breasts poke out.

My legs, parted very slightly, encasing his thighs with mine. Our groins were bumping together as we both lay there panting, trying to fill our lungs up with air.

He slowly pulled back, but before he could I saw something different in his eyes, a darkening of them, and I thought a caught a hint of a devilish smile. I tugged my shirt up, and rose, dusting myself off.

When I turned around Chris was just standing there staring at me from the back.

"You wanna get a puppy, something cold to drink and go rest in the slap shack?" He asked softly.

Nodding, I struggled to keep up as he headed towards the house for drinks. I waited outside for him, trying to figure out which puppy I wanted to take with me to the out building.

Starting to feel excited at the chance to get to lay down with the puppies on the soft bed, I grabbed a black one, and a little furry brown and white one.

When Chris came back outside, he looked better and was holding two sweaty cans of coke. We started walking towards the slap shack, he carrying the refreshments, and me holding the entertainment.

As we stepped inside the dark building, I felt an instant rush of cool. This meant that either someone had been there before us or Chris had turned the air conditioner on earlier. I shrugged it off, figuring he'd wanted to come out here himself and hadn't turned on the AC for us.

Chris flopped out onto the bed, and dust rose around him making us both cough and one of the puppies sneeze.

I sat down slowly, struggling to keep the puppies from wriggling free of my arms. He sat up half way, taking the black one I knew he favored and lay back letting it sprawl on his chest. I lay down slowly, turning to my side so as to make a warm place for the puppy to nestle.

I glanced behind me and saw my image in a mirror with a black shadow encased in its glass, that covered the wall.

"Creepy" I whispered softly.

"yea, it is. The last guy that worked the horses for dad put that up." He appeared to be studying the mirror, so I glanced back over my shoulder and saw my heart shaped butt pulled taught against my pink, play shorts.

Blushing I turned my attention back to the puppy nuzzling my bare tummy, but Chris continued to stare into the half blackened mirror.

As the cool began to sink in, we relaxed. The puppies nodded off to sleep, so Chris placed them in a basket beside the bed.

Rolling onto my back I began to study the room. I had never been allowed to play in here, neither had Chris.

The room seemed eerie, but a little more fun with all the dust. I watched a spider crawling along its silken web in the corner.

When I turned to look at Chris, his eyes were at the top of my shirt. I looked at my chest, noting the high curve my breasts had taken when I laid down.

He smiled and leaned forward as though to tell me a secret.

" I like the way they jiggle when you run. That's why I'm always getting you to chase me, they bounce a lot." He brushed a grimy fingertip along my collarbone.

A sigh came from my lips that shocked us both. "Chris." I said softly.

He rolled over then, pinning my little body beneath his long one. I felt my breasts crushed against his chest, and wiggled a little.

In wiggling, I brushed up against something stiff that was pushing out between our bodies. I looked down, seeing his zipper bulging forward. Chris leaned down so that his breath was blowing the tendrils of my hair softly, so softly.

"Touch it Jenny, please... just touch it." His voice trembled as he begged me to touch him. I thought that somehow, he was hurting... that I could make him feel better.

I twined my hand between us, and he raised to allow it passage. I began to rub my slender fingers gently against his groin. His 'prick', as I'd heard guys call it before at school.

I slid the fabric of his jeans up and down, until he groaned- loud. Startled by the throaty sounds he made, I pulled my hand away.

"NO! Don't stop, please. Please Jenny. That feels so good, when you do that. I want to make you feel good too." Chris's hand went rifling up my shirt, making me wiggle. My hips brushed his and he groaned again.

"yea do that Jenny. That feels good too." I rocked my hips up to his as his hand found the clasp on the front of my cotton bra. It popped with a resounding noise that filled the room.

"Chris, wait. I don't think we oughta..." My sentence broke off and I gasped. His fingertips were twisting my nipple.

"mmmmmmm" was all I could manage, as Chris struggled to get my shirt up and over my head. I raised my arms and he jerked it off of me, my bra followed and he chunked them in the floor.

Chris sat back jerking his own shirt up, then began to pull at the zipper on my shorts. My fingers flew with his to release me from clothes that suddenly seemed too small to contain me. I was feeding off his excitement and the feeling that still traveled around inside my tummy from when he'd touched me. I didn't realize it, but I was whimpering, almost as if I was begging him to show me what lay ahead.

My shorts slid easily down my legs, and off over my canvas shoes. Chris jerked my shoes and socks off in one smooth motion, tossing them on the floor in the growing pile of our clothes. He stopped and his mouth dropped, staring at me beneath him with nothing but my white cotton bikinis on.

"Damn Jenny, you look so good. Want me to kiss you?"

I nodded fast, and before I could think his mouth swarmed down over mine. His tongue pleaded for entrance against my lips. My lips softened as I began to feel fevered and rushed, just as Chris once again groped my chest.