Language: English / Genre:home_sex / Series: AB

When Mom and Dad are away

Frank Brown

Frank Brown

When Mom and Dad are away



The first thing Jenny did when she got home from school on the day her parents left on vacation was to take off all her clothes. She didn't know why she did it exactly – she just found herself doing it. With all the doors of the house locked and all the curtains drawn and nobody to see her, she stripped in the living room and trotted from one end of the house to the other, giggling as her young tits bounced naked and free.

In her parents' bedroom, she posed in front of the mirror, running her hands up and down her silky-smooth skin, admiring the size of her tits and the voluptuous shape of her teenage body. She pulled her silky, blonde hair in front of her shoulders and let the ends tickle her large pink cherries, which swelled with tingly bumps and a pair of nipples like fingertips. She stretched her arms overhead, dancing with sinuous movements of her gymnast's body. Her hairless armpits were moist with sweat. The golden fuzz on her tanned belly glowed in the soft afternoon light that filtered through the curtains.

"You dirty little girl," she said out loud, leering mischievously at herself in the mirror.

For the first time in her life she was actually alone in the house, and she felt like being naughty. She didn't understand why she felt this way. All she knew that the excitement was racing through her body, pounding in her loins, and she felt like being wicked and running around the house stark naked.

She headed for the kitchen, where she found some fruit and yogurt in the refrigerator. Sitting naked at the kitchen table, she shimmied her bare legs together as she ate. If her mother and father could see her now, she didn't know what they'd do – probably both die of heart attacks. She was being such a wicked girl, but she couldn't help it. For the first time in her life she felt free. Until this moment she'd never realized just how unfree she'd been all her life. She couldn't understand it, but those were her feelings.

The telephone rang, startling her so that she jumped. It was as if somebody had suddenly barged in through the kitchen door and caught her naked at the table. Her heart pounding, she got up and snatched the phone off the hook on its third ring.

"Jenny, are you all right?" The voice was only too familiar – Barb, her old baby-sitter.

"Of course," Jenny said. "Why wouldn't I be all right?"