Marci loved to babysit for her Uncle Bob. Mostly it was because he paid her really well, but he always made her feel good too. He always seemed to notice something about her that he commented on. Maybe it was that she was smart. Maybe it was her talent for singing. Sometimes it was about her hairdo or body.

Marci had just turned fifteen and she was beginning to have strange feelings in her body. Well, it wasn't that they were so strange. It was just that they were more frequent and stronger than in the past. There were some boys at school that when she looked at them, she felt funny in her stomach. And lately, when she was in the shower, washing her body made her feel funny too, especially when she washed her breasts. It had felt good for several years, but now it was positively delightful.

Marci's breasts had doubled in size in just the last year. They had been modest mounds of hard flesh with big brown stains on the tips, but in the last year her nipples had burst into prominence while her hard mounds had grown and softened. Now she had double handfulls with nice puffy areolas, on top of which sat raisin sized nips that got hard and tingled deliciously when she washed them. But that was nothing to what she felt like when she washed herself between her legs. Sometimes that felt so good that her knees got weak and she had to lean against the side of the shower stall.

It was almost like she had grown a bunch of new nerves as her body continued to grow and change.

And apparently Uncle Bob had noticed. Marci had seen him stealing lots of looks at those breasts. He hadn't said anything about them, of course, but he sure seemed to like to stare at them. That made her tummy feel strange and funny too. She liked her Uncle a lot. He was strong, and handsome, and he had a wonderful smile. Whenever he smiled at her it made her feel special.

Tonight she was going to babysit for Randy. She thought Randy looked just like Uncle Bob. He was a good kid too. He was six and he was no trouble at all. All she had to do was promise to read him a story and he'd do anything she wanted him to. It was fun reading to him, as she pretended to be each different character, and adopted different voices for them all. She especially liked it when she got to growl, because that always sent Randy into a fit of giggles.

She threw on a loose tank top. No bra tonight. They were too tight and she liked the feeling of her breasts wobbling around, her nipples scraping against the cloth. A pair of bikini cotton panties and cutoffs came next, and flip flops for her feet. She put her long blond hair back in a pony tail and was off to her Uncle's.

Aunt Janet answered the door. Marci thought Aunt Janet was the most beautiful woman in the whole world, next to her own mother, Uncle Bob's sister. Janet always looked perfect, with her coal black straight hair and her lush woman's body. Her breasts stuck out a foot from her slim body and Marci had always hoped her own would look like that some day. And her skin was so white and flawless.

Janet smiled. "Marci, dear, we're so glad you could watch our little man tonight. We're going out dancing with your parents."

Marci knew that, of course. She had seen her parents getting ready.

Janet went on. "Now Randy must be in bed by nine. There's pizza in the fridge. And no boys!" she smiled again.

"Aunt Janet!" said Marci. "You know I wouldn't let anybody come over while I'm babysitting."

"Of course dear" said her aunt. "Its just that you're getting so grown up. I know the boys are chasing you around all the time, trying to get in your little panties." Uncle Bob came in at the end of her statement.

"No they're not!" yipped Marci, embarrassed by the idea that her Aunt thought she'd let boys act like that.

"Well they SHOULD be!" chimed in her Uncle. "And very sexy panties I bet they are."

"UNCLE BOB!!" gasped Marci.

"Leave the poor girl alone, you lech." laughed Janet. "Save it for me."

Bob leered at his wife and reached out to grab one of her pendulous breasts. He squeezed it lightly. "I'd be delighted, but why wait until later?"

She batted his hand away while Marci blushed crimson. Her own breasts tingled. Her aunt laughed. "No way, stud! I want to be wined and dined first. Let's go."

They both hugged Marci goodbye. When she hugged Uncle Bob Marci felt his crotch press against hers. There was something lumpy down there, and it pushed into her. She blushed even more as she realized what it was. That made her feel all tingly too. Her uncle looked in her eyes. "I'll see YOU later, little girl."

Marci bristled. "I'm NOT a little girl".

Her uncle glanced pointedly at her heaving chest. "You're right at that" he said. "My apologies to a lovely young woman." He kissed her right on the mouth! and then went out the door after his wife.

Marci's knees felt trembly. Uncle Bob had kissed her on the lips! His lips had been so warm and mushy. She realized she had been holding her breath and was panting a little, and that feeling in her stomach made her want to wash herself between her legs.

She and Randy had a nice night and he went to bed promptly as she read him to sleep. Then she watched some TV and took a short nap herself. She woke up during an especially loud commercial. It was one in the morning. She stretched and right then headlights swung across the front windows. They were home.

She went to the front door to unlock it and opened it to find Uncle Bob holding up a very limp Aunt Janet. Janet was singing a little song, something about a virgin and a wolf and the wolf had a staff he was going to use on the virgin. She lit up when she saw Marci. "OH!" she said loudly. "Here's our virgin now!" She started laughing and her hand groped the front of Uncle Bob's pants. "Now where's that damn staff?" She started laughing gaily as Bob dragged her across the threshold.

"She had a few too many margaritas" said Uncle Bob apologetically as he saw Marci's mouth drop open. "Help me get her up to bed?"

Marci jumped and then took one side of her aunt, while her Uncle took the other. They struggled up the stairs to the bedroom, and along the way Marci felt a hand squeeze her butt! Janet rolled her head toward her young niece. In a falsely low voice she said "My, but what a nice plump butt you have, said the wolf." She giggled again and Marci felt the hand squeeze her butt cheek again. Janet raised her voice, trying to sound like a little girl. "The better for you to kiss it! said the virgin."

"Janet, shut up" growled Uncle Bob.

Janet just laughed and, as she flopped face down on the bed, limp as a noodle, came her muffled reply. "You better save some for me mister wolf... you promised..." Then she was snoring.

Bob and Marci dragged Janet around straight in the bed and then undressed her. Marci bit her lip when they got down to the bra and panties, but Bob never blinked an eye as he rolled her to one side and reached for the bra clasp. "Get her panties?" he glanced at Marci.

Gulping, Marci grabbed the waistband of her aunt's powder blue panties and tugged them down past her hips, onto her thighs. There, right before her face, was her aunt's completely bald pussy! Marci could hardly believe her eyes. Marci had examined her own young sex with a mirror. Her own pussy lips were tight, almost straight, and thin. There was a small mat of curly blond hair above them, that you could see right through. But Janet's pussy lips were huge and floppy, with wrinkles in them. For some strange reason Marci found herself thinking that if you grabbed one of those lips, you could pull it two inches away from that pussy. She flamed red as she realized what she was thinking. She realized she had stopped pulling her aunt's panties down when Bob's hands grasped hers and helped her pull them the rest of the way off. Bob grabbed one of his wife's knees and bent it when the panties got to her ankles. That foot slipped out as Aunt Janet's legs spread. Now those huge purplish lips were clearly visible. Marci stared.

To her astonishment, her uncle leaned his head down. He pursed his lips and KISSED Aunt Janet's pussy lips!

"I'll be seeing you later" he said to his wife's pussy, and he grabbed the blanket and draped it over his wife. She still snored.

Marci was paralyzed. She stood, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her pussy felt... squishy... wet! Her nipples tingled and she wanted to rub them. Bob stood up and looked at his niece. Her face was pale, her breasts rising and falling quickly, her fingers twitching. Bob recognized the signs.

"I love a bald pussy." he said quietly. His niece looked at him dumbly.

"And big soft breasts... like yours." he went on.

Marci couldn't say anything. She couldn't move.

"You've grown into a beautiful woman, Marci." he went on, his voice calm and soothing. "Especially your breasts. They've grown into a beautiful set. Sometimes I wish I could see them." he almost whispered.

Marci gasped, finally, breathing deeply.

"You know, Janet was probably right" her uncle went on. "I bet the boys ARE trying to get into your little panties all the time... right?"

"Ummmmm" Marci managed to get out.

"Is your little pussy shaved too, Marci?" her uncle growled. "Is it shaved for all those horny boys? Have you let them stick their little teen peters in it Marci?" Now he was rubbing the front of his pants.

Marci dropped her eyes to his hand. There was a big bulge in his pants. It startled her to feel sweet, slightly painful tingles running from her nipples, where they scraped against the cloth of her tank top, to her damp pussy, snug in her shorts.

"Oh NO!" she yipped. How could her uncle think she was like that.

"You mean you really ARE a virgin, Marci?" her uncle leaned close to her, still rubbing.

"Uh huh" she nodded her head. It was all she could force herself to do. Her hand went to her crotch, almost a defensive motion, as her fingers covered the pussy she was trying to protect. But those fingers betrayed her as they pressed into her pussy. She rubbed. Her Uncle saw her rub.

"But your sweet little pussy IS shaved, right Marci?" her Uncle said, almost conversationally.

"No" she said in a small voice. It felt good to rub, especially when her uncle said the word 'pussy'. Now her other hand came up to pinch a nipple through the thin shirt.

"You should do that" said her Uncle Bob. "You should shave your pussy for the boys. They would love it if you did that." he rubbed his cock some more.

Marci couldn't think too clearly. Her hormones were rushing through her veins. "I wouldn't know how" she said, without thinking too much. She was just responding to the most recent stimulus now, not thinking about the future.

"I could help you with that Marci" her uncle said soothingly. "Let me help you shave your sweet teen muff."

"I don't know" moaned Marci. One tiny part of her brain was still working.

But her Uncle reached out and grabbed her hand. His hand was hot... strong... smooth. He led her out of the bedroom and down to the huge master bathroom. It was brightly lit. There was a vanity there, with a lit mirror and a stool to sit on while you applied your makeup. There was a large counter with a big sink. Uncle Bob sat on the stool and leaned her against the counter.

Marci stood there. She didn't know what to do. She felt so strange. Uncle Bob raised her hands up in the air. He grabbed the bottom of her tank top and raised it.

"We don't want to get this all wet." he said, and he pulled it above her naked breasts. He hissed as here succulent orbs came into view. "I knew they'd be beautiful" he said. Marci took in a ragged breath. Things were happening to her. She felt so funny.

And then he was kissing her nipples. and THEN he sucked one into his mouth! Marci's brain went on hold as the sweet pains of his sucking lips shot through her body. She had never felt anything this good in her whole life. She tried to breath in, but she had been holding her breath and it came out in a sob. Without thinking about it her hands came up behind her Uncle's head, holding him there. She didn't want him to ever stop. Then he changed nipples and sucked the other one. Soon both her little nipples were rock hard and standing proud from her puffy areolas. She was panting now. She looked down. She saw her uncle's mouth on the breasts she was so familiar with, but which no man nad ever touched. She saw her own hands behind his head. She felt her pussy spritz.

The tiny, still concious part of her brain spoke again. "We shouldn't." she gasped.

Uncle Bob stopped sucking her nipples and raised his head. Part of her wanted to scream for him to start again. "I won't hurt you" he said. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her on the mouth again. His lips covered hers. She felt hers go slack. Then his tongue slipped into her mouth. It darted around, over her teeth, against her own tongue, along her cheek. It was marvelous. She felt his hands at the snap of her shorts. She knew she should stop him.

But she didn't want to.

Marci's cuttoffs hit the floor with a plop. Bob went back to sucking her nipples. His fingers found the band of her panties and started sliding them down, over her blooming hips. She leaned into him automatically, away from the counter, and her panties slid down her legs.