Date: Wed, 21 May 2014 21:03:56 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Puget Posse Chapter 3 Greetings and welcome back. The usual disclaimers on age, copyright, and sex between minors still apply. I know almost all of you are going to scream when you start reading this chapter. I assure you, however, that this is not a bisexual story, despite what happens in this chapter. With five boys growing towards teenhood, girls are going to make their way into their lives. Neville's first sexual experiences end up being with an older girl. What he doesn't count on is getting a step-brother who is gay and who slowly shows Neville another side to sex. But, that is for a later chapter. Please give to the Nifty Archive to help keep the stories coming to a computer near you. You can contact me, Douglas, at thehakaanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 3 NEVILLE AND KATHY Neville was despondent when his mother died just before his eighth birthday. He grieved for a long time, going through the motions of studying and having fun. But children are resilient, and Neville bounced back. When he learned that his father would be transferred to Seattle, Washington, he built up a new sense of excitement. A change of scenery seemed to be exactly what the eight-year-old needed. Neville was bright and studious. He was a slender boy, with blond hair, a light coating of freckles around his nose, and wore wire rim glasses that rested on that freckled nose. His father, Reginald St. Aubin-Jones, was a top executive in a large international advertising agency. His new job involved opening and taking charge of the west coast branch in the United States. He thought he would be moving to Los Angeles, and was not pleased when he found out the location would be Seattle instead. Seattle, in his mind, was backwater, not nearly as cosmopolitan as London or LA for that matter. But he would show a stiff upper lip and do his best in making the Seattle office a success. In any event, the United States would be a huge change from the United Kingdom Reginald had a streak of arrogance about him. He was snobbish and very class conscious. These were traits he worked to instill in his son, who picked up enough of his father's example to appear very stand- offish. Neville's father arranged a good-bye party for his son. He had a dozen classmates show up for the party. While Neville would miss his classmates, he wasn't particularly close to any of them. Most of them came to the party to enjoy the free food and drinks. Still, a good time was had by all. When Neville came to the Seattle, his father enrolled him at the Marcus Whitman Day School, a posh private school for grades K-6. Neville started in early April, towards the end of his third grade year. He spent the spring getting acquainted with his classmates, learning a new routine at school, and getting used to American accents. "You all talk so funny," Neville told his new friend Carter not long after he started attending Whitman School. "No, we all talk normal. You're the one who talks funny," Carter told him. Neville told his father what his friend had said. Reginald told him he should be proud of his diction, since he spoke English as it was meant to be spoken. "Do not change how you speak," Reginald told his son. "It reminds everyone that you are of a higher rank than the ones they occupy." Neville was not very sports minded, but he played soccer, called football in England, because it pleased his father. His father felt that competition brought out the best in a man. While he enjoyed playing, he could take it or leave it. What he did enjoy was singing. He had a clear boy soprano that he could keep right on pitch. The music teacher at Whitman realized his talent immediately, and suggested to his father that the boy take voice lessons. "He is very talented and should be given the opportunity to audition for a choral group next fall," the music teacher said. Reginald thought that being a singer was a sissy thing; he'd rather see Neville hone his soccer skills. His mind was changed at the school's spring program when Neville was picked to sing a solo part with the school chorus. When he heard Neville's clear soprano voice sing "Coventry Carol", he had to fight back tears along with the rest of the audience. After the program he asked the music teacher to recommend a voice coach for Neville. Many of Neville's peers in the chorus were upset that the "new kid" was picked as the soloist for that song, and some parents were angered as well. But after hearing Neville sing his solo part, only a couple of closed-minded parents objected any longer. The summer between third and fourth grades brought another big change to Neville's life. His father started dating an executive for an investment firm who worked in the same high rise as he did. Neville was a bit put out when his father prepared to leave on his first date with Shelly Dean. "I don't even know her," Neville whined. "You're not the one who is dating her," his father said as he looked himself over in the full length mirror in his bedroom. "But mom only died a year ago," Neville said. "The statute of limitations on a widower dating would be how long in your estimation?" "I don't know. What does a statue have to do with dating?" "It means the amount of time that passes before I can start dating again. How long would you say it was?" "At least until I'm...um...until I'm thirteen. Then I'm grown up." "That's not how life goes. Shelly is a fine woman. We've enjoyed lunch together a few times. She is a widow, so we understand each other." "What is her statue of limitations?" Neville asked. "It is statute...with a `T', not statue. Hers would be the same as mine. We both feel ready to date so we are going to date. Very simple, in fact." Reginald looked down at his son. "I was under the impression you thought you were grown up at age ten. Now you've changed it to thirteen? That would be good news indeed." "I said I was almost grown up when I was ten. I am completely grown up when I am thirteen." "And you are just a little boy at age eight and until I say differently." The doorbell rang and Neville ran to answer it, happy to get away from his father. He opened the door and saw that it was Kathy Mann. She was fourteen and lived two blocks down the street and had been hired by Reginald to baby sit. She had looked after Neville before and the boy liked her. In fact, he had a rather strong crush on the shapely brunette. It wasn't until his father's third date that Neville met Shelly Dean. His father brought her by their house after picking her up. In spite of himself, he found himself liking her very much. He was pleased that she seemed to like him as well. "I think you and Dylan would get along very well," she told Neville. "Who's Dylan?" Neville asked. "Didn't Reggie tell you?" Shelly asked. "Who's Reggie?" Neville asked. Shelly looked over at Reginald, who shrugged his shoulders and tried unsuccessfully to hide the sheepish look on his face. "I didn't think his knowing about your son was important," he said with his haughty English accent. "You have a son?" Neville asked. He felt totally left out of the loop. He almost wished that his father hadn't brought Shelly over for him to meet. Being totally ignorant seemed preferable to having things hidden from him. "Yes, I do," Shelly said, "and I'm sorry your father didn't take the time to tell you that." She flashed Reginald another look, which Neville didn't fail to notice. "My son's name is Dylan, as you've no doubt gathered. He is ten and will be entering fifth grade in the fall." "Did he go to Whitman?" "No, he went to Evans Elementary." "What she is saying is he went to what the Americans call a public school." "Don't be snobbish, Reggie," Shelly said, which answered Neville's next question about who Reggie was. Neville was impressed by Shelly. Nobody since his mother had put his father in his place the way she had been doing, and for sure, nobody ever called his father Reggie. "Dylan will be going to the Puget Academy in the fall. It is a private school and one that is very difficult to get into." "Very high class, from what I gather," Reginald said. "Very high class. Now, we must be going if we wish to make it to dinner and the concert." Neville saw them to the door. Shelly held out her hand and Neville, being the well-trained English boy he was, gave her a firm handshake. After they left, Neville went to the entertainment room where their home theater was. Kathy Mann, who was babysitting again, was sitting on the couch, speaking animatedly into her cell phone. "Have they left?" Kathy asked. "Yes." "Cool." She gave Neville a glance. "He has such a cool accent," she said into the phone. "Who does?" Neville asked. "You do," Kathy said. "I don't have an accent. My father says that all of you have the accents." "And he's so funny, too," she said, giggling into the phone. "Who are you talking to?" "Adam, my boyfriend. I wish he could come over here. He is sixteen and sooooooooooo fine." "Father said you're not allowed any visitors." "If he came over, would you tell on me?" "No, but somebody might see him." As prim and proper as Neville made himself out to be, he had a slight rebellious streak, to go along with a modicum of common sense. "Good point," Kathy agreed. "I guess me and Adam will have to do what we were going to do." "What?" "Something we'll do after you go to bed. But we could do it earlier if you went up to your room to play or something." "I want to watch the telly," Neville said. "I was afraid of that. How about if I go up to your room? I bet you have a big comfortable bed I can lie on, right? I can talk to Adam there and um...do something." "Yes, the bed is big." Kathy thought for a moment and then said, "I have a better idea." She spoke back into the phone. "I gotta go, Adam. Maybe I'll call you later." Then she looked at Neville, who was standing shyly next to the couch and said, "Have you ever seen a girl's boobs?" Kathy was feeling very horny. The previous times she'd watched over Neville she never would have considered asking that question, but tonight something was different. "No." Neville was feeling a bit uncomfortable about where the conversation was heading. Kathy had given no hint that she was going to talk about something naughty. She'd never done so before. "Do you want to?" Neville thought for a moment. His first instinct was to say no, but the temptation of doing something naughty was hard to ignore. He nodded yes instead of verbally committing himself, thinking that was almost as good as making no commitment at all. Kathy read the nod as a yes and gave Neville a sweet smile, showing her even, white teeth. "You're sweet," she said. "I'll show you, but you can't tell your dad anything about this." "I won't." "You have to promise not to." "I promise." Neville meant it, too. There was no way he wanted his father to know he had naughty thoughts, let alone have him find out he had done something naughty. Plus, he liked Kathy and didn't want to get her into trouble. Kathy unbuttoned her green blouse and took it off, revealing her bra, filled with her perky, developing breasts. Neville stared at her, not knowing what he was supposed to do. He was at a total loss for words. He felt strange sensations going through his body, especially in his groin area, and they felt good. Kathy twisted her body, so her back was to Neville. "You can help me—you can unclip my bra." "Me?" "Yes, you, unless there is somebody else in the room." He looked at the hasp holding the bra and tried unsuccessfully to unhook it. "I can't do it," he said with a hint of a whine. "Pull, then give it a little twist." Neville saw what she was talking about and managed to unfasten the bra. Kathy pulled it off and turned so she was once again facing Neville. The eight-year-old stood slack jawed, looking at a topless girl for the first time, her forming breasts pointing at him. The feelings within him were even stronger, and his little boy tool was rock hard inside of his pants. Kathy grinned as she watched him absentmindedly adjust himself through his pants. "You can take your shirt off," she told him. "Then we'd be even." All Neville could do was stand and stare and play with his cocklet—he was paralyzed with indecision. He wanted to take his shirt off at the same time he was afraid to take his shirt off. It was as if his being topless in front of the teen girl was even naughtier than her being topless in front of him. "Come here," Kathy said, pointing to the space between her spread legs. Neville took a few steps and stood between the teen's legs. She reached for the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up. Neville raised his arms and let the shirt slide up and over his head. Kathy tossed the shirt on the floor next to her blouse and bra. "You have a nice looking body for a little boy," she said. Her compliment made Neville feel good. Kathy rubbed Neville's bare back, sending a shiver coursing through his body. "You can touch me there if you want," she said, pointing to her right breast. Neville placed his hand awkwardly on it, liking the soft feel of it. She showed him how to cup and caress her breast with his hand, and he followed her directions. He knew this was about sex, knew it was naughty, and found himself really liking what they were doing. "Kiss it." Kathy whispered. "What?" Neville asked, not understanding what Kathy wanted. "Kiss it—kiss my breast." Neville nodded and let go of his grasp on the teen's breast. He kissed her nipple, which was hard and pushing out from her small breast. "Suck on it." Neville did as she asked. He felt more of the good feelings go through him, giving him goose bumps as he experienced his first ever sexual encounter. The eight year old was both excited and frightened. He wanted to keep going even though he knew it was wrong for both of them to do what they were doing. "You're doing good, Neville," Kathy said. "You do this better than Adam, and he's sixteen." Neville, with his inexperience and innocence was gentle and soft as he felt her up and sucked on her, while the hormone driven Adam tended to be rough and coarse. She went back to rubbing the young boy's back as he sucked her right breast and instinctively placed his hand on her left breast. Then Kathy did something that surprised him as she raised the stakes some. She stopped rubbing his back and tried unbuckling his belt. She was having as much trouble with the belt as Neville had had with her bra. "Push on this," he said pointing at the end of the buckle. More of the good feelings shook his little body as she loosened the belt. However, a wave of guilt washed over him as well. This was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but he didn't want to stop it—at least not yet. Neville closed his eyes and kept suckling his teen babysitter. He felt a surge of something rip through his gut as she opened the button on his pants. His cocklet had never felt harder, or bigger, or more conspicuous. He shivered again as Kathy pulled his zipper down, exposing the mini-tent in his tight, white briefs. He kept his lips on one breast and his hand on the other. The babysitter pulled down on his pants and they easily dropped to Neville's ankles. She let out a soft moan as she put her fingers around the hard rod covered by the cotton briefs. This caused a jolt of energy to zap the eight-year-old's gut. Kathy's hand on his privates sent another wave of guilt through Neville. He removed her right breast from his mouth and stepped away quickly, freeing his erection from her grasp. However, he forgot that his pants were bunched around his ankles and he tripped over them, landing hard on his ass. He tried to get up but fell one more time. He finally kicked off his pants and stood up wearing nothing but his white briefs and a pair of white socks. "I think it's my bedtime," he said shakily, and ran off to his bedroom. Kathy stared at the boy, his perky little ass wiggling in his tight underpants as he ran out of the room. She was a bit frightened, too. She worried that she might have carried things too far with a boy that wasn't even close to being a teenager yet, let alone the age of her sixteen year old boyfriend. She decided to give the boy some time alone and then take his clothes to his room. She knew she needed to talk to him about what had just transpired. But she couldn't ignore her teen hormones. She pulled off her jeans and panties. Panting heavily and moaning softly she quickly masturbated herself to a body-shaking climax. After coming down from her orgasm, she picked up Neville's shirt and pants and went up to his room. He was in bed, his pajama clad body half hidden by the bed covers. Kathy was wearing nothing put a pair of blue panties--she still had a horny streak in her. "Are you awake?" she asked as she sat on the edge of Neville's bed. "Yeah." "Are you mad at me?" "No. I just got scared." "Did you like what we did?" "Maybe." Kathy decided to let that answer suffice and asked the question that really mattered to her. "Are you going to tell your father?" She wasn't the only one afflicted with guilt feelings. Neville had already given the matter some thought. The guilt in him said to tell his father about what had happened. But the naughty part of him, the part that enjoyed everything that had happened, the part that enjoyed the good feelings received from what the two of them had done, told him never to tell. His naughtiness was much stronger than any guilt feelings he harbored. "Nope. Never. I promise." He looked at Kathy's almost nude body and gave her a half smile. He wanted to do it again—not tonight, but soon. His father's next date was an invitation to dinner at Shelly's home, an invitation that included Neville. Neville would be meeting Shelly's son, Dylan, for the first time. Dylan was ten and would be entering fifth grade. His mother had him take the entrance examination for the Puget Academy, and he passed with flying colors. Dylan was very much the opposite of Neville. He had black hair compared to Neville's dark blond. His hair was often disheveled compared to Neville being fastidious about the condition of his hair. Dylan was outgoing and full of laughter, compared to Neville's sometime haughty British upper crust demeanor. Dylan was athletic and full of energy, compared to Neville's quiet, laid back style. Both of them were loyal and honest, sometimes to a fault. But the biggest difference, even at their tender age, was Dylan having crushes on other boys, while Neville was having his first crush on a female— Kathy, his one-time babysitter. Neville had made up his mind not to like Dylan. Even though his father hadn't said anything on the subject, Neville didn't want his father even thinking of marrying Shelly. He was not about to have his father share his affections with another boy. Dylan, on the other hand, had made up his mind to like Neville, and Neville's iciness early on made that somewhat difficult, even for the gregarious boy. However, in spite of their differences the two boys found themselves having fun together as the evening wore on. They discovered they liked many of the same games, and also discovered a mutual fondness for music. Neville learned that Dylan played the piano, and Dylan learned that Neville liked to sing. All of this would have come to nothing, except their nosy parents did what parents like to do, which was thoroughly embarrass their offspring. The result was Dylan playing the piano and Neville singing a couple of songs they both knew. They had fun doing that as well. The next weekend, Dylan and Neville shared a babysitter at Dylan's house as their parents went on a date. Dylan's grandmother, Mrs. Pettigrew, did the boy sitting honors. After Reginald and Shelly came back from the date, Mrs. Pettigrew left, but Reginald didn't. Even at eight, Neville knew why the two adults slept together, and his little tryst with Kathy thoroughly cemented that idea in his head. It also put a naughty thought into his head. If his father and Shelly, who were not married, could do sex stuff with each other, then he should be able to do something with Kathy and not feel guilty about it. He had been somewhat indifferent to Kathy babysitting again, but now he was hoping she would return. It took awhile for that to happen, however. Before seeing Kathy again, Neville celebrated his ninth birthday on August 10. He went out to dinner that night with his father, Shelly, and Dylan. Since he hadn't been at Whitman School long enough to make any real friends (his reserved personality had a little to do with that, as well), his birthday party consisted of the dinner. It was a first class affair in the revolving restaurant of the Space Needle, high above the city of Seattle. Neville felt more grown up at nine than he did at eight. Being nine meant he was a year away from being ten, and being ten meant being almost completely grown up. To him, Dylan, who would to be going to a special school that started in fifth grade, was a grown up boy. So, in Neville's mind, being grown up meant being ten, not thirteen like he'd told his father. The weekend after his birthday, he was able to see first hand if being nine meant he was any more grown up than he had been when he was eight. His father and Shelly had a Saturday night date planned. Dylan was spending the night at his friend John's. That meant Reginald had to find a babysitter. Much to Neville's pleasure the first person he called said yes, and that person was Kathy. Neville was excited. He knew he was excited because he genuinely liked Kathy, but he was even more excited because she might get naughty with him. It was a warm August day, so Neville was wearing shorts and a t- shirt. His father told him he was becoming very Americanized in his dressing habits, right down to wearing jeans on occasion. Reginald had purchased clothes for his son's birthday, acceding to his son's wishes, within reason. He still expected his son to be well-dressed for most occasions. In the case of school, uniforms were required, so fashion didn't make any difference. Neville thought carefully about what he should be wearing when Kathy came over. When his father went on a date, he was always well-dressed. But then, his father was always well-dressed wherever he went. Neville imagined that if they lived in a house instead of a condo, his father would be well-dressed when he mowed the lawn. But for Neville, this wasn't really a date. Kathy was his babysitter (boy sitter sounded better to Neville, but he went with the common terminology for Kathy's job), not someone who was auditioning to be his girlfriend. But Kathy as his girlfriend had a nice ring to it for Neville. He knew she was fourteen, and he was only nine, but if she really liked him, well, he was just a year away from being a grown up ten year old. Then he realized his father would surely disapprove, so he decided to keep things as they were. What he really wanted was to see if things would get any naughtier than they had the last time Kathy babysat him. He kept his shorts on, rather than change to long pants. They were clean, were neatly pressed, and they showed off his legs. He felt like he looked good in them. He did put on a clean t-shirt. It said "London" and had a picture of the Tower Bridge. He checked himself out in the mirror. Even at nine, Neville liked admiring himself. He felt the t-shirt made him look more like an older boy. He definitely did not look eight any more and he hoped Kathy would notice that. He looked at himself again and realized that he was wearing his belt. Remembering Kathy's fumbling attempts to open the belt on her first visit, he removed it. Without the belt to hold his shorts up, they felt comfortably loose. He looked in the mirror again, seeing a nine-year- old boy with short, dark blond hair, but with a hint of bangs hanging over his forehead, and light freckles scattered around his pug nose. He took his glasses off, wondering if he looked better with them on or off. He decided he looked older when he wore them and replaced them. Neville went into his bathroom and added a dash of the cologne his father had given him for his birthday, putting it on lightly just like he'd been shown. He was now very excited and could hardly wait for Kathy to arrive. He regretted not taking a shower, but it was too late for that. He took a last look in the mirror and removed his t-shirt, revealing his slender nine year old torso, which was well-toned for a small boy. He took a green polo shirt out of his closet and slipped it over his head. He looked at himself and smiled. The polo shirt made him look even more grown up than the t-shirt had. If he knew the word, he would have called himself suave. It would not be that long before he learned the term and started using it. His father called him, breaking him from his reverie. "Neville, come down so we can discuss dinner," Reginald said. Neville descended the curving staircase. Their condo was a townhouse, with four bedrooms and two baths upstairs, and the rest of the rooms on the ground floor. "My, don't we look suave this evening." "Suave?" Neville questioned, as he always did when his father used a term he didn't know. "Grown up, sophisticated," his father said. Neville smiled. As far as he was concerned, the word fit him perfectly. "It almost appears that you are the one going out on a date." "I just wanted to look good for Kathy," Neville said, trying not to appear too obvious. Reginald smiled. He could tell a crush when he saw one. He felt a quick pang of pride that his nine-year-old son was thinking of himself as a lady's man already. "I have left money on the dining room table for you," Reginald said. "You and Kathy can call for whatever you wish to be delivered." "Pizza," Neville said. He had quickly gained a taste for the American favorite take-out and home delivery meal. "Superb." The doorbell rang and Neville moved quickly to beat his father to the door. He gave Kathy a big smile when he saw her at the door. She smiled back and entered the condo. Reginald gave Kathy last minute instructions, including ordering food. "I will be home very late," Reginald told Kathy. "Your mother knows this. If you get tired, feel free to use the bed in the guest room. It is made up. If you are asleep, I won't wake you." "Thank you, Mr. Jones," Kathy said. "It is St. Aubin-Jones," Reginald corrected, haughtily. Kathy nodded. She was not yet sophisticated enough to appreciate Reginald's patrician manner. She considered him to be a bit of an asshole, but he paid well, and she found his son delightful. After Reginald left, Neville and Kathy discussed their pizza order. Kathy called a local pizzeria that many felt was the best in the area. They went into the television room. Neville turned on the TV and started surfing, while Kathy started texting her friends. Adam was one of the friends she exchanged texts with. When the pizza arrived, Neville set out trays so they could eat and watch television. Eating filled most of their time over the next half- hour. After they ate and cleaned up, Kathy was content to chat and text on her phone and let Neville watch television. Neville, on the other hand, was not happy with Kathy all but ignoring him. He decided the teen needed some prodding to make things happen, but he wasn't really sure what to do to get her interested in him. For her part, Kathy had some interest in sex play with Neville, but decided it would be better if she texted or phoned Adam. The last time she sat Neville she had seduced him. Neville seemed to be having as much fun as she did that night until she groped him and he tripped over his lowered pants. She could tell she'd frightened him. She didn't want the boy talking to his father about what they were doing, so she decided abstinence would be the order of the evening. On the other hand, she'd masturbated herself to a massive climax right on this couch after Neville had run off, and the thought of bringing herself off was making her horny. But in reality, he was only eight and not nearly as sophisticated as Adam. She and Adam had been naked together a couple of times since she babysat Neville, and she had given him a blow job each time. She refused to let him cum in her mouth, however. Kathy sat on one end of the couch, wondering if there was a way to gauge Neville's interest in playing around. Neville sat on the other end of the couch wondering what an older boy would do to make Kathy interested in him. He finally came up with an idea. "I have to go to the bathroom," he said and headed off to the downstairs bathroom. When he came back, he sat back on the couch, but noticeably closer to Kathy. In fact, he plopped himself well onto her half of the couch. Neville then inched over closer. He kept looking at her to see if she noticed his movements. Kathy couldn't help but notice Neville's blatant flirting. Then, Neville made his move, putting his little arm around her waist. "Neville, what are you doing?" Kathy asked, as if she didn't know. "I don't know. I thought you might want to do what we did last time." "That was wrong of me," Kathy said. "You're only eight and I shouldn't have done that." "I'm nine now," he said earnestly. "That is close to being ten, and ten means you're grown up." "I forgot you had a birthday," Kathy said. She smelled the cologne, as Neville edged in close enough to touch bodies with her. "Did you put cologne on?" "Yes." "Did you do that just for me?" She thought the little boy was cute in his advances to her, and was somewhat surprised that she was getting excited. "Yes." He pulled her closer with his arm, like he'd seen in the movies. "That is so sweet." Kathy felt herself getting very horny. Neville placed his hand on Kathy's breast. She was surprised by his forwardness, but didn't push it away. "Do you want to touch it?" He nodded yes. She smiled and removed her t-shirt while Neville took off his polo shirt. He wanted her to see right away how serious he was. She had him unfasten her bra. It was a different style and the hasp was different, but he quickly figured out how it worked. Within seconds the budding breasts of the fourteen-year-old babysitter were bared for the nine year old boy to admire. He placed his hand on her right breast and rubbed it. She turned slightly so he could reach her left breast as well. "Can I suck on it?" he asked. "You must have really liked what we did," Kathy said. "I thought you were all upset by it." "I was eight then. Now I'm nine. Now I think it's fun." "You mean you've done it since we played around?" "No. I just think it's fun, because...because it's naughty." "So do I, even if you are pretty young for me. But you do make me feel good." Neville grinned at what he perceived to be a compliment. He quickly buried his face in her right breast and licked and sucked. He was still pretty raw, but as before, Kathy thought he had a gentler touch than Adam and a couple of other boys her age did. The two had been at this point before, but for Neville it was different. This time he was not afraid of what was happening. He'd wanted this and he was getting what he wanted. Kathy asked him to switch breasts. He rose from the couch, and stood between her legs like he had their first time. He hoped she would take off his pants again and touch his groin area. This time he wouldn't run away like a baby. This time he'd be ready to be touched. He locked his lips around her left breast and suckled while she rubbed his bare back and chest. He shivered when her hand brushed his little pink nipples. He loved her touch on his bare skin. When she didn't attempt to open his shorts, he released his lips and looked up at her. "I didn't put my belt on," he said. "It should be easier." He hoped she knew what he was talking about. She knew exactly what he was talking about. It was apparent that whatever had frightened the boy before wasn't bothering him now. He was all but begging for the sexual fun. Kathy unbuttoned Neville's shorts and pulled down the zipper. Neville wiggled his hips, causing the shorts to fall to his ankles. He shook them off of his feet and was now clad in only his white briefs and white ankle socks. His briefs had an enticing little tent in the front. He placed his lips back on the teen's breast and sucked some more. He loved having her breast in his mouth. He stopped and looked up at Kathy again. "It's okay if you touch me," he said. He then went back to his task. Kathy placed two fingers around the hard little bulge in the boy's underpants, causing him to shake and let out a muffled moan on her breast. She started masturbating Neville through the cotton fabric, sending feelings through him he had never experienced before. He sucked her even harder, eliciting a moan from the randy fourteen-year-old. His hand reached for the button on her jeans and opened it. He didn't know what was under those jeans, but he thought it was the right thing to do. He slid his hand inside the waist band and felt her silky panties. "Stop for a second," Kathy said. Neville obeyed. "Back away." Neville obeyed again. Kathy stood up and dropped her jeans so that she was wearing only a pair of flowered panties and ankle socks. "Come close, now." Neville scooted up as far as he could, his little body ensconced between her coltish legs. Kathy planted a kiss on Neville's lips, causing another jolt of electricity to shoot through him. She pushed at his mouth with her tongue, but he didn't know what to do. She instructed him to open his mouth and let her tongue in. He thought that sounded gross, but he did what she asked, and found it felt pretty good. The teen's fingers went back to Neville's two-inch steel rod. He let his fingers drop onto her panties. He had enough knowledge about human anatomy to know he wasn't going to find a hard cock, but he wasn't certain what he was supposed find. He discovered that her panties were all sticky in the crotch area. "You're all wet," he said. "Did you pee?" "Girls get like that if they are excited about sex," she told him. "Is this sex?" Neville asked. "That's how it seems to me." "Nice." Neville then got his next surprise from the babysitter. She reached inside the waistband of his briefs and fondled his bare cocklet. Yet another shiver engulfed Neville. For a moment he wanted to run, like he had last time, but he held his ground. Instead of running, he pulled down his briefs so Kathy could touch all of him. Except for his socks, he was now standing naked in front of the fourteen-year-old. "Can I see you naked?" Neville asked. Kathy quickly pulled off her panties and for the first time Neville saw a naked female other than the glimpses he'd had of his mother. He stood in awe, looking at her crotch, at the dusting of pubic hair, at the moist vaginal opening, and felt like he was now even more grown up than a ten-year-old. He was doing what teenagers did—he was having sex. He reached between Kathy's legs, getting his fingers wet. He wiped them off on his leg and kissed Kathy while he went back to rubbing her breasts. This time he pushed his tongue into her mouth. The nine-year-old was a fast learner. Kathy kept masturbating the little boy as he kissed and fondled her. Suddenly, he squealed and yelled at her to stop, and for a moment she did, not knowing that Neville was on the verge of his first orgasm. Once she stopped, he told her to keep going. Somewhat confused, she went back to masturbating the boy. He started to shake, his hands squeezing her boobs, his head thrown back, his eyes closed, as he experienced feelings he never thought possible. Little did he know his first orgasm was almost miniscule compared to what he would experience as he grew up. "What was that?" he asked. Kathy looked at the boy's red cocklet, but saw that nothing had come out. Adam and the other boys she'd seen had orgasms that shot stuff out, like she leaked fluids from her cunt when she was horny. Then she remembered a couple of boys talking about having orgasms when they were too young to make sperm, and she realized what had happened. "That was an orgasm. It's what you get when you have sex." "That felt so good. Do girls get them?" "They do in a different way," she said. "Sit on the floor and I'll show you." She could have asked him to put his fingers into her pussy, but decided to teach him what girls did instead. Neville sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes opened wide, barely breathing, playing with his rock-hard cocklet, watching Kathy finger fuck her way to an even bigger orgasm than the one she'd had after playing sexually with Neville the first time. After she came, Neville smiled, liking what he saw in the gyrating, screeching orgasm of the girl. She'd just had sex, exactly like he had, and it kept him feeling very grown up. Kathy went to the bathroom to clean herself. When she came back, they sat on the couch naked and watched television. Neville made sure he sat close enough to the older girl so his body was always touching hers. During one of the commercials, Neville gently moved his hand over Kathy's upper thigh and between her legs, and pressed his fingers inside her cunt. Kathy responded by rubbing Neville's cocklet just enough for it to get hard yet again. Suddenly the phone rang. Neville answered it and talked to his father, who wanted to talk to Kathy. He told her he wouldn't be home until morning and that he'd called her mother. Kathy handed the phone back to Neville and placed her hand on his hairless crotch. Neville yelped in surprise, then grinned at the girl. "Are you being good?" Reginald asked. "Yes, sir." "What are you doing?" "We're watching the telly." "What was that noise you made? "Kathy pinched me, but she was just playing." "Are you in your pajamas yet?" "Not yet," the naked boy said with a giggle. He then told Neville good night, and hung up. "What were you giggling about?" Kathy asked her charge. "About being naughty and naked with you and talking to my father." Kathy let go of Neville's little boner. Neville ended up sleeping with a girl for the first time. They slept naked in the guest room. There was some touching, but their sex was finished for the night, mainly because Neville couldn't keep his eyes open. Neville liked sleeping with somebody else, as did Kathy. She'd slept overnight with some girlfriends, but never with a boy. This sleep would have to be her secret, one she could never share with anybody. She fell asleep wishing she could baby sit him more, especially when he got old enough to be really sexy. Neville woke up feeling disoriented. There was somebody in bed with him—in fact he wasn't even in his own bed. But, he quickly figured things out, and when he did he felt even more grown up, if that was possible. He had slept in bed with a naked girl. He was sure what he did was just like what his father did with Shelly last night. He'd had sex and was without a doubt a grown up nine-year-old who was just a year away from being a really grown up ten-yea- old. He wondered how grown up he would be when he turned thirteen. What Neville didn't know at the time was that he had been a long way from having real grown up sex. But what he'd done with Kathy in the living room when they both had orgasms, and then sleeping with her in bed, was close enough to be grown up for the young boy. He looked at the readout on the clock. It read 7:45. It was time to get up. He started to shake Kathy, but stopped. He placed his hand on her left breast and rubbed it. He loved the feel of the soft tissue. If Kathy hadn't had her back to him, he would have sucked on it. His fondling had the effect of waking the teen girl. When she saw what time it was, she chided Neville for waking her up so early. When she saw his sad look, she told him that he had found the nicest way of waking her up, which lifted his spirits and put a smile on is face. "It's probably a good thing you woke me up early. We don't want to get caught like this by your father," she told Neville. Neville was the first to get out of bed, once again feeling grown up knowing that Kathy was seeing him naked. In his mind she was seeing a sexy guy instead of the thin little boy she was actually looking at. His little cock was rock hard, which made him feel even sexier. By the time he got to the bathroom to pee, his cocklet had gone limp. It was not yet powered by the abundance of hormones that would drive it in just a couple of short years. After peeing, he went downstairs to get some breakfast, not bothering to dress; being naked in the house made him feel very naughty. Seeing his and Kathy's clothes and underwear strewn around the floor made him feel naughtier. It also made him glad his father hadn't come home early. He went to the kitchen to get some cereal for breakfast. Kathy soon joined him—since her clothes were all downstairs, she was naked as well. Neville hoped she felt as naughty as he did. The phone rang as they were eating. Neville answered and spoke with his father, who told him to tell Kathy he would be home around noon. "I assume she is still asleep, being a teenager," he said. Neville giggled, wondering what he would say if he told him he and Kathy were eating breakfast naked. Not long after he wondered what his father would think if he knew he and Kathy were taking a shower together. "Are you sure you're just nine?" Kathy asked him at one point as he carefully washed her breasts. "You have sex on the mind more than my boyfriend Adam does." She then washed his balls and little boy erection, which caused him to have his second ever orgasm. This one hit him suddenly, almost causing him to fall against the shower wall. While Kathy didn't climax, they enjoyed the experience a great deal. Neville was learning a lot of stuff for the future, while Kathy saw that Neville had changed quickly from the frightened little boy she'd groped not long before, to a little boy who seemed to crave sex. Maybe having a birthday at that age does make a difference, she thought. Neville and Kathy went to his bedroom, and he kissed her to show her what he'd learned. "Can we do more sex things?" Neville asked. "Please?" "Sweetie, I'd love to, but your dad could come home early. We'd better get dressed." She did give his little boner a nice feel, however, which helped assuage his disappointment some. Kathy dressed downstairs and brought Neville's clothes up to his bedroom. He was already dressed in fresh clothes when she came upstairs. He smiled and thanked her, giving her a big hug. Kathy then knelt down and let Neville give her another deep kiss. He was as madly in love as a nine-year-old could be. What he didn't realize was that most of his preteen sexual energy would be directed towards boys instead of girls; at that moment boy sex was something he didn't even remotely consider. Neville's night with Kathy was a life-changing event. He was hit with another life-changing event after his father came home and Kathy left. Reginald told Neville they were going out to eat and to dress smartly. They went to Shelly's house where they picked up Shelly and Dylan. They headed for Ivar's restaurant on the waterfront for a late lunch. It was at lunch that Neville and Dylan found out they were going to be brothers. Reginald had asked Shelly to marry him the night before, and she had accepted. Neville was losing track of how often his life was changing. NEXT: Neville and Dylan