Playing Possum

A/N: Hiya. I was sick today so I sat down and wrote this. Good ol' Ricola assisted me. The Swiss are awesome at everything, if it isn't cough drops it's chocolate or watches or something else. Anyways I felt pretty good about this when I finished, so I decided to post it. Hope you like it! :D

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I heaved a sigh as I opened my front door and walked inside. "I'm home."

"Hey." said my dad, sitting on the couch and watching TV. "How was practice?"

"Long." I grimaced. "I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep."

My dad laughed. "You're too young to be going to sleep at eight! Save that for when you're my age."

"I guess you have a point there." I said with a chuckle. I'd just turned 18 a month ago.

"Anyways, your mom and I are going out tonight, so we'll need you awake and alert to make sure Alex and Marty." he grinned.

I groaned. Marty was spending the night again? I don't think it's any exaggeration to say that my little brother, Alex, has the most obnoxious friends in the world.

"They're twelve years old!" I pointed out. "If Alex can't take care of himself by now then you've failed as a parent."

My dad laughed again. "Kidding, kidding! Do whatever you want, just make sure they don't light the house on fire. And if they do..."

"...save your golf clubs from the inferno, but let the brats fry?"

"Precisely." joked my dad. "Glad to see you know standard operating procedure."

"When are you guys leaving?"

"As soon as your mom gets home, which should be any minute." said my dad, looking at his watch. "Yeah, probably no later than seven."

I yawned. "Affirmative. Think I'm gonna take that shower now."

"Go ahead. We'll probably be gone by the time you get out."

I sleepily walked upstairs, then entered and locked the bathroom. I turned the water on and inspected myself in the mirror while I waited for it to warm up.

My brown hair hung loosely around the shoulders of my basketball uniform, which I quickly discarded. I pulled the top off, exposing my round d-cup breasts and my tight stomach. I slipped my shorts off my long, sculpted legs. Years on the school basketball team had left me with a killer athletic body, and my choice of any guy in school I wanted.

I sighed. "If THIS hasn't attracted any good guys yet, then they don't exist." I said to no one, lamenting my poor luck in choosing boyfriends. After breaking up with the latest loser I decided to take a break from dating for a while. As a result I hadn't gotten laid in 8 months.

I took off my sports bra, revealing my perfect orbs to the room. My small pink nipples grew erect in the cold air. I shivered and cursed the month of January, not for the first time.

I slipped off my white cotton panties and plopped them on the floor with my other garments. I stepped into the shower and sighed as warmth washed over me.

..........

I left the bathroom and walked down the hall to my room with nothing more than a towel wrapped around my body. I was feeling good and refreshed, until...

"Hi sis." came my brother's voice from behind me.

"H-h-h-hey J-j-judy!" stammered a second, clearly excited voice.

I whirled around. "Alex! Marty!" I felt myself blush. "I... I thought you guys weren't going to be home till a little later!"

"Nope, we're home now." said Alex. He glanced at Marty, a short, dorky kid with acne and thick glasses, who was eyeing my body like a cat would eye a mouse.

"Dude, stop looking." said Alex, irritated. "That's my sister, man."

"Oh. S-s-sorry." said Marty, adjusting his glasses and averting his gaze. Now he was blushing too. "I didn't mean to... you know."

I retreated to my room as quickly as I could.

"Little creep." I said quietly, closing the door and throwing on a thin t-shirt and some very comfortable, yet very short shorts.

I glanced at my bed and considered crashing right away, but remembered there was a show on TV that I wanted to watch.

I went downstairs, stretched out on the living room sofa, and turned on the box. I watched and listened but I had a hard time concentrating on what was happening. My eyelids kept drooping...

...........

I must have fallen asleep, because I was woken shortly by a pleasant yet shocking sensation. My eyes snapped open and focused on my assailant.

Marty was groping my tits! He rubbed and gently squeezed them tentatively through my shirt, as though he were afraid to wake me. He hadn't noticed I was awake yet, too focused on his ministrations to receive my glare.

"Wow... so this is what they feel like..." he mumbled eagerly to himself.

I was just about to punch him and tell him to fuck off when a wave of pleasure hit me. His light teasing was really turning me on. I shot a glance at the wall clock. It was past midnight. He must have snuck out of Alex's room after he fell asleep. My brother slept very soundly and if I knew my parents they wouldn't be home until the wee hours of the morning. There wasn't a chance of him getting caught. As another wave of pleasure washed over my body, I was reminded of how long it had been since my last lay.

I made a decision and closed my eyes again. He wasn't really doing any harm, quite the opposite really, and I could always stop him if things got out of hand. Plus, I was curious to see if the kid was brave enough to go further.

I tingled with excitement as I thought about what I was doing, willingly allowing this young, dorky 12 year old to play with my sexy adult body. The fact that he thought I was asleep and was doing this without my consent made it even more tantalizing.

I stifled a moan as the boy grew bolder, squeezing and massaging my d-cups experimentally. I wasn't at all surprised to feel my pussy dampen at his touch, and could easily feel my skin flush with arousal.

"Oh man, now I wanna see them..." he muttered to himself. I snuck a peek at him through one barely-opened eye. He seemed conflicted, unsure whether or not he should continue.

I held my breath. Would he go for it? I wasn't sure whether I wanted him to continue or not, but I also wasn't sure I wanted this game of possum to end just as it was getting interesting. I shut my eyes fully again and waited.

"Judy?" he asked. "Juuudy?"

He was testing to see if I'd wake up. The cautious type! I lay as still as I could, breathing in slow, shallow breaths the way I usually do when I sleep.

This seemed to reassure him and I was surprisingly pleased to feel his hands grip the bottom hem of my shirt. He slowly pulled it up, but not completely off, just far enough to fully expose my large, round titties.

"Oh wow, they're better than the magazine..." he gasped. He then surprised me by joining me on the couch, straddling my bare stomach so as to grant him better access to my meaty, fully-formed adult breasts.

He began to fondle them more roughly now, clumsily kneading and squelching them as though he were playing with clay, amazed at their ability to retain their flawless shape. At one point he pinched my nipples and pulled them straight up, stretching my boobs so they resembled cones. He let go and they immediately resumed their soft, spherical forms. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to cry out with pleasure and pain at this hot treatment.

Eventually he left my tormented tits alone and leaned back, breathing heavily. During his groping I could feel his hard young cock through his jeans, grinding against my firm stomach and yearning to be set free.

The sound I heard next informed me that it had gotten its wish. Marty had unzipped his fly.

I cracked one eyelid again to see what he was up to. His veiny prick, which looked to be about 5 inches in length, stood at attention while he stroked it feverishly. The head was purple and bulging, and I could even see a bead of precum forming at the tip.

It wasn't long before he came. Jet after jet of white, juicy cum rocketed from the tip of his cock, landing on my face, tits, and hair in warm, thick ropes.

He sighed with satisfaction and climbed off me. I heard him walk away, probably to the kitchen for some paper towels.

When I was sure he was out of range, I swabbed some of his jizz off my face with one finger and stuck it in my mouth. It tasted salty but good, I'd forgotten how nice it tasted. My other hand reached under the waistband of my shorts to gently fondle my dripping box. By now I was soaking wet, my lips spread invitingly wide. To think that a pimply tween spazz had gotten me this excited! I'd normally be as far out of his league as it gets, but the thought of lowering my standards so far, permitting such a dweeb to molest me in my sleep, was too hot to bear.

I quickly extracted my hand from my shorts as I heard Marty return, and resumed the same position he'd left me in.

He carefully blotted his seed off my skin. I breathed as regularly as I could considering how aroused I was, and hoped he wouldn't notice the moisture stain my oozing pussy had surely left on the couch cushion.

I was slightly disappointed as, finishing his task, he pulled my shirt back down and walked away. Just like a guy to leave a girl hanging! I was now fully willing to see him go a little further, but it didn't look like that was going to happen.

'Oh well, I guess that's why I have a vibrator.' I thought to myself, resolving to depart to my room for some me-time as soon as my assailant was safely back in Alex's room.

I watched him head for the stairs with one eyelid cracked. But just as he was about to ascend, he looked back over his shoulder at me. He seemed to be considering something. Was he thinking what I thought he was thinking? I crossed my fingers down by my hip, out of his range of vision.

Sure enough, he started walking back towards me. I would have jumped for joy, if it wasn't so imperative that I keep my poker face.

He stood next to my lying form. My heart raced as he reached down, his fingers gripping the elastic of my shorts' waistband. He gently tugged them down the length of my long, athletic legs.

I felt the last caress of soft fabric on my feet as the shorts came all the way off, and heard them plop on the carpet as he dropped them to the side. I knew he could see every inch, every meticulous detail of my aroused womanhood, and this only turned me on more.

I forced aside a shiver as he touched my burning hot quim with one finger. My pussy ached for the contact as he stroked my lips cautiously, his every touch sending echoes of passion through my body. Good god, it had been so long!

Then it happened. With a gulp of hesitation, inch my tortuous inch, he gradually eased his pointer finger into my tight, wet hole. I wanted to scream and writhe with pleasure! Just one finger had me reeling! Was I really that hard-up?

"Oh wow... That's insanely tight..." he said in awe, lightly twisting and bending his finger before extracting it. I exhaled with relief, but not hard enough for him to notice. I didn't think I could possibly take much more of that without blowing my cover.

Suddenly, without warning, he slammed two fingers into my love tunnel, all the way up to the last knuckle! Fireworks exploded in my mind. Before I could even recover, he began to wiggle them around. Not squirming and crying out as his probing fingers wracked my hungry twat with pleasure was probably the hardest thing I've ever done, but somehow I managed.

Eventually these too were withdrawn. I breathed again and regained my composure. My body was quivering with anticipation though, pent-up desire coursing through me like an electrical current. Did he notice? Did I care? I was inches away from orgasm. I prayed that he had the courage to continue on to the main event.

He did. For the second time that night I heard the sound of his pants zipper. Although I knew this time that just jerking off wouldn't be enough to satisfy him.

I felt my pussy twinge expectantly as the engorged head of his rigid cock pushed against my tight entrance. Shaking nervously, he pressed it forward. Despite my gratuitous lubrication, it happened slowly, but it did happen. Slowly, his twelve-year-old cock disappeared inside my tight, 18-year-old love canal.

My hips were dying to buck wildly against him, carnal instincts blazing through me like wildfire. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning and mentally clamped down on my urges.

As to whether he enjoyed it or not, I soon got my answer. It turned out just the sensation of my hot, tight adult twat twitching and jerking around his inexperienced member was enough to drive him to orgasm, and I soon felt a torrent of boiling hot sperm blasting into my womb. He moaned loudly, and for a second I was worried that Alex would wake up.

But that was only for a second, because then I had bigger things to worry about. He started moving in and out.

His movements were slow and clumsy at first, but he'd soon developed a rhythm. Before long he was pounding my cunt like a pro, his white-hot rod impaling me over and over again. I was thrashing and writhing openly now, unable to keep up the facade in the wake of this unimaginable pleasure. However, I doubted he could tell my movements from the ones he caused with his jackhammer thrusting.

It was at that time when I was finally granted my orgasm, a burst of energy that rocked me like a nuclear detonation.

"AHHHHHHH!" I cried as my rabid twat convulsed and spasmed around him. This sent him over the edge again, and I was treated to another gorgeous load, bubbling up and filling my fertile womb. It occurred to me that I hadn't been on the pill in months, and I resolved to take a morning-after the next day.

Marty pulled out abruptly. There was no way he'd missed that last shout. Brilliant, Judy. Just brilliant. I laid still as if I was dead, pushing down twinges of arousal as I felt some of his seed dribble out of my sore chute.

"Judy?" he asked. "Are you awake?"

I prayed he'd dismiss it as me moaning in my sleep. If it got out that I'd willingly fucked this scrawny dweeb, my reputation would be ruined.

I felt him move beside my head. His fingers gently pried my eyelid open, and I rolled my eye back as though I wasn't conscious. I kept my breath rate at a steady pattern, even the slightest fearful fluctuation could give me away.

Satisfied, he released my eyelid and it closed again. "She must talk in her sleep. Jeez, that was close."

He awkwardly, with great effort, slid my shorts back onto my smooth legs and all the way up. He had to lift my butt up off the couch to do it, and I was struck by the absurdity of it all. Did this kid really think none of this stuff would wake me up? How dumb could you get?

When he was done, he headed upstairs without another word. It was over. I sat up and reflected, unable to quite fathom what I'd just done. I mean, I basically let a 12 year old rape me and get away with it. And yet it was so hot, just thinking about it was enough to make me wet all over again.

I knew he'd never tell anyone, since he thought he'd done something obviously illegal, and I'd certainly never tell a soul, so our secret was safe.

I turned off the TV and headed quietly upstairs. I glanced at the door to Alex's room. The lights were off and all seemed quiet. I crept quietly into my room, shut off the lights and crawled into bed, still feeling the adrenaline high of a successful caper.

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A/N: So that's it. I kind of intended it as a one shot but if there's an interest I wouldn't mind doing another chapter. So yes, please write me a review! And thanks for reading! :)