"Alright, pipsqueak. I'm going over to Justin's for a little while", you announce as you head for the door. "If you or Carmen go somewhere, call me and tell me. Same for if any of your friends come over. Otherwise, just stay out of trouble and don't bother me. Alright?".
Meanwhile, you are mentally replaying last week's visit to your friend's house: His sister Selina was in the back yard, sunbathing on long towels with a cute friend of hers (both in tiny bikinis!) on the little patio area right outside northwest corner of the house. Hearing their laughter (and needing to pee), you went towards the bathroom off of the master bedroom, where you hoped to catch a better view of the girls.
Jackpot! The two hotties (Selina's friend - who you didn't know - was almost chubby, but pretty, with soft, dainty feet) were having an animated discussion, laughing and gabbing away, right below the window in their parents bedroom! You experienced the numinous pleasure of watching their poised, oil-glistening bodies wriggle around in the sun for a minute. That's all you dared spare, in case Justin came out of his room and caught you. As it was, it might wind up being difficult explaining why you used that bathroom instead of the common one. Let alone why you might be gazing out of the window at his sister that he likes to pick on.
It was your first time ever seeing your friend's sister(Selena) in anything but her too big school uniform or in dark, tight-fit clothes, which only seemed to accentuate how slender and almost gawky she seemed. Seeing her in that black bikini (with pink & white kitty-kat accents) totally changed your perception of the girl. You had fantasized about her often over the school week since. Once, when you passed her in the hall in between classes, you found you couldn't even look her in the eyes, after some of the things you had dreamed of doing with her. Just the thought of the way her long toes would scrunch together and then flex every time she laughed was enough to ruin many a tissue.
Now, with your bud away, it was time to make a return visit.
After a quick walk, cutting across a block, avoiding a couple of bigger kids on bikes, and down the quiet street on a humid day, you arrive at Justin's. The cranky next door neighbor, old man Peterson is outside, on his riding mower. He gives a desultory wave when he sees you. As you reach the front door, which you expected to be locked (and it is), your heart is bounding in your skinny little chest. It appears that their parents are already gone for the day. You don't hear any laughter from the back as you'd hoped, but it's hard to tell over the mowing going on next door.
What you DO know: The parents seem to be gone. Justin is gone until Sunday evening. His hot sister might very well be home. Maybe even laying out again, just like last week! Apart from the humidity, it's a lovely day. She could be out sunning herself on that deck again. There's no turning back now. You've GOT to see that hot lil' body and her insanely sexy feet again!
Nervously, you:
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