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Cousin Catey - Chapter One
By Shadow Cleric (thefierypen@yahoo.com or http://www.asstr.org/~shadowcleric)

Catey was twelve going on twenty when my Aunt Terri adopted her. To say the 
blonde girl had had a rough life would have been a gross understatement. 
Bounced from one home to another she'd seen more hard times than anyone three 
times her age. And through it all she managed to keep some form of innocence 
around her and a charming smile.

Catey had been with Terri a year now and was developing into a young woman. It 
was at her thirteenth birthday where our story begins. The birthday girl was 
sitting on my lap, one of her favorite positions, enjoying the new GameBoy I'd
bought her when her adoptive mother motioned me into the kitchen. Her long thin
legs, wrapped up Indian-style. Terri was a big woman, not fat per se, but 
rather muscular and butch. Military career, never a boyfriend, short hair, she 
was the complete lesbian stereotype.

"Brian," she began, "It's secret that Catey worships the ground you walk on."

"Well, um..." I tried to say something.

"I mean that, sincerely." She paused, composing herself, "that's why I want you
to watch her while I'm away."

"Away? Going on a trip?"

"I wish. I just got my marching orders for Kosovo. My unit moves out in a month
or so."

"Sounds dangerous."

"It shouldn't be, but we're still getting hazard pay. We're just a medic team,
so one should be firing at us."

"Sounds like fun," I quipped sarcastically. "Catey's welcome as long you need 
her to stay."

"Glad to hear it, it'll be about 6 months, maybe a year."

"Ouch, does Catey know?"

"Going to tell her tonight, and I wanted to check with you first. It's going to
be hard, but I think she's mature enough."

"You're right." I turned and looked out at the party scene, young Catey, 
laughing loudly as one of her friends tells an off-color joke. She wasn't this 
happy when she came into our family, but she was blissfully happy now. I hoped 
she would stay that way.

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About three weeks later I met again with Terri. It was just after noon, so 
Catey wasn't yet home from school. I'd gone out and purchased a PalmPilot to 
help keep track of important dates with Catey. I could barely keep myself 
together, let alone a teenager. I got all the information I could scour from 
Terri: Important school dates, doctor names, insurance numbers, and 
medications.

"Birth control?" I sputtered.

"Yes," Terri said. "It's not that I don't trust her, I just remember boys at 
that age."

I had to nod. I was one, still was in many ways.

"Plus it helps her complexion and minimizes her cramping and bleeding."

"Way more info than I needed."

"Get used to it."

Terri had written a list of products that she was used to using, and would help
Catey's transition. I wrote it all down and saved the info. I had already made 
arrangements to move Catey's stuff over to my place so Terri could rent the 
house out for a few months. She made a little extra money and I wouldn't have 
to house-sit. Best for both of us. Catey went to the local catholic school 
(like everyone in the family had done) so the move wouldn't change the school 
for her, and my neighborhood had some kids her age.

We were rounding out some final details when we heard the front door open. 
Catey came into the kitchen, glared at her mother, then me, then stormed off 
to her room.

"How long has she been like this?"

"Since I told her I had to go. Let me try and talk to her again."

"Let me give it a go. She's probably too pissed at you to even listen. And I'm 
going to need the practice."

"Good luck."

Catey's room was at the top of the stairs, door shut with the typical teenager 
'Do Not Disturb' sign posted. I opened the door slowly and peered in. The walls
were coated with posters. Every teen pop star was represented. Catey had thrown
herself onto the bed and placed large headphones over her ears. The volume was
loud enough for me to make out the lyrics of the newest Brittany Spears single.
She hadn't bothered changing out of uniform, but rather was laying on her 
stomach, knee-high stocking covered feet twitching in the air to the rhythm of 
the music. Her legs were spread enough for me to catch a small glimpse of her 
cotton panties, white with little flowers on them.

"Hey short-stuff!" I shouted so she could her me over the music.

She jumped up off the bed and spun around to me. The force had thrown most of 
her long blond hair over one shoulder, the other exposed a white bra strap with
flowers matching her panties.

"Oh it's you."

"Nice attitude missy."

"Bite me."

"Hey now. Cut me some slack. And Terri. It's not her fault."

"She's just like the others, all of them. She doesn't love me, she's just 
running away from me."

"Hush now," I sat down close to her, putting an arm around her, "She loves you 
very much. We all do."

"Really? Say it. Tell me you love me," Catey pleaded, burying her head into my 
chest.

"I love you Catey," I whispered, squeezing her tight.

"I love you too, Brian." She whispered with more conviction than I was 
expecting.

"Now go on downstairs and apologize to Terri. She means well, and she wouldn't
go if she didn't have to."

"I'm still pretty hacked at her."

"Don't be. It's not her fault really. She's been in the military longer than 
you've been alive. She enjoys her work a lot and likes the people she works 
with. When you're older, you'll see how rare that is. Terri's heartbroken to 
have to leave you right now, and believe me if she wanted to run, there are 
safer places to go."

"Is it really going to be that dangerous?" her voice edged with fear.

"I hope not. Everything's been quiet for several months. But you're Aunt's a 
Gulf War vet, and one tough lady."

"OK. You're right. Guess I need to be tougher and more mature."

"Just more understanding. Now go down and give her a hug."

"Well I guess so."

"Get going or I'll pin you and torture you."

"way!"

To which I responded by pinning her to the bed and tickling her tight stomach.
She squirmed and fought, giggling loudly. Her muscles were strong, but not 
quite enough.

"All right! I'll go!"

I let her up and sent her downstairs with a swat on the ass. Tight and firm it 
didn't give much to my hand. Lurid thoughts filled my mind.

"Gonna get arrested thinking like this." I thought to myself.

By the time I had headed downstairs the girls were in a tight embrace, both of 
them sobbing and saying they were sorry. I grabbed my stuff and ducked out 
quietly, not wanting to interrupt them.

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About a month later Catey was all settled in and life began falling into a 
routine. Well sort of. I think the transition was tougher on me, than her. 
Cooking for two, laundry for two and generally cleaning up my act around the 
place. After a while I didn't mind too much. The house was cleaner, brighter, 
and friendlier with Catey around. However, my fantasies about the 
thirteen-year-old were becoming much stronger and much more urgent.

The fact that she loved to get physical and wrestle with me wasn't helping any.
Her light, sweet-smelling body on top of, wrapped around, and underneath my 
body, were, at times, nearly unbearable. I don't think she realized consciously
what she was doing, but whenever she had me straddled, her crotch was always 
over mine, and always in motion, grinding into me.

School let out soon after Catey came to live with me, three months of lounging 
about the house, chatting on the phone and general mischief. I had given Catey 
a list of chores to take care of and several lessons to complete on the PC, 
since her school had below-average computing facilities. She always managed to 
tackle these in plenty of time. She was also working out on my home gym, her 
legs and arms beginning to thicken up and show full tone and shape.

Catey was also becoming quite adept at massages, and enjoyed giving them to me 
at the end of the day. Her soft, tiny fingers probing and kneading my tired 
muscles at the end of the day. These too were becoming more and more sensual.

One day I came home early, intending to surprise my young ward with a trip to 
the local mini-golf place. I snuck in quietly, drifting upstairs. Her door was 
open a little and I peeked in. Catey was completely nude! What was worse, she 
was on her back, one hand at her crotch, playing with her clit. Her other hand 
holding the microphone to her Dictaphone recording an entry for her audio 
diary. I couldn't make out much of what she was saying, but it culminated with 
an orgasm and screams of pleasure.

I quietly snuck back downstairs and outside, this time, making a much louder 
entrance and calling out for her. She came down a minute later, dressed in her 
pajamas.

"Hey! Get showered and dressed we're heading out to mini-golf."

"Cool!" and ran upstairs again.

We enjoyed the day, and dinner afterwards. I was looking at her in a whole new 
light. Sexually evolving and maturing, Catey was becoming a woman very quickly.

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Midway through the summer I had gotten it into my head that the interior of the
house needed a good repainting. I enlisted Catey to the cause and we began one 
Saturday morning. I took the week off so we could complete everything in one 
shot. Day one went all right, but day two degrading into a lot of goofing off. 

Catey was wearing an old pair of tight cutoff jeans and a sports bra. Her long 
blond hair was tied back in a braid. The first mess of paint was an accident,
I wasn't paying attention to where I was and smacked some paint right up her 
side and breast. After that it went down hill. We were both soaked with paint 
in a matter of moments. I grabbed her and pulled her close, trying to get the 
brush from her, our faces came close, very close. She stopped giggling, her 
breathing, heavy on my face.

Finally she moved, but only to be closer, our lips brushing, then locking, 
tongues probing, dancing around each other. She moaned with delight as our 
passion increased with each passing moment. I suddenly had to stop. Realizing 
how wrong this was, yet felt so right.

"What?" said Catey, almost whining. "I liked that."

"Catey, I'm twice your age, and well...I promised Terri I'd keep you out of 
trouble, and this is definitely trouble."

"But Brian, I, well, aw c'mon. You can't say you didn't want that."

"Well I...I just don't know. Let's just shower off and talk this over. Like 
adults."

She seemed heartbroken, but what could I do. Catey went upstairs, and when I 
heard her shower running I went to mine and started it up. It felt good to get 
that paint off, but my head was still swimming. How to handle this?

I finished the shower and got out, toweling off. I couldn't find my robe, so I 
wrapped a towel around me and walked out into my room.

There I found my robe. Wrapped around a naked thirteen-year-old girl and lying 
in my bed.

                             [Continued in cc02.txt]

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