A college kid watches younger relatives take care of personal matters in an open and unselfconscious way.
Man it was hot. The family was gathered for July 4th. Most of the kids were in still out in the pool while the adults were in the shade on the covered patio. I had moved home from the dorms weeks ago, and had unsuccessfully tried to find a summer job. I was guiltily enjoying the job search reprieve this holiday weekend.
I was inside lounging in the recliner. In front of me, across the room, were the sliding glass doors to the patio. Though all I could see of the parents were changes in the light as people walked in front of the blinds over the doors.
Had the blinds not been down, the ensuing glare would have obscured the image from the large TV on the wall to my left. The two kids in the room wouldn't have been able to play their video game. This was a game I'd spent many hours in front of last semester - and they were better than me! Easily ten levels higher than I've ever been. And a sweet setup; the surround sound in the walls so there were no wires, and the wooden floor reflected the bass so my chest rattled with the sound effects.
The two cousins (their mothers are sisters) were both 9. The girl was closest - if she had leaned over she could have reached, with her left hand, my toes as my feet rested on the short coffee table between her and the screen. She had been in the pool hours ago and her shoulder-length hair was still a mess though now dry. She had a loose tank-top over her deep-purple bikini suit. The triangles of her suit-top were a distinct shadow under her pale top. As she was partially back-lit by the glass doors, the bikini bottoms occasionally resembled thick pubic hair below her edge of her tank-top.
The boy was halfway across the room - past the coffee table between the girl and the door. He wore only his speedo trunks.
Both kids inherited gorgeous skin from their Latino mothers. The boy quite dark, the girl creamier from the pale skin of her father.
As often is the case at this age, the girl was more mature than the boy. Not only in self-control, but also slightly larger. Though her top was still flat and the skin between her legs was the smooth of never been shaved. The boy was almost her height, but scrawny - accentuating the package outlined in his speedos.
Right now the boy was on his feet in front of the couch. As the TV was to the left of my feet, both kids were slightly angled towards me. The boy was very agitated - constantly jumping, shifting, and jerking his hips back and forth. It was as if the action in the game he played was driving his body.
The girl was on the couch. It was she who had my attention - not the game. For the last quarter hour she sat with her left foot under her and other on the floor. As the couch was angled to face the TV, and her legs were wide spread, I could see that her heel was jammed into her crotch. She was rocking her hips and really grinding her privates onto her foot. Occasionally she'd bend over and jam an elbow into her lap to apply even more pressure. She had been at this long enough that I could hear her panting in shallow breaths. Her face had become flush too.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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