He was given the duty of house sitting for his aunt, while she was away on vacation with her daughter - your cousin. They were gone for a week, and before they even left, you were already making plans. This was your chance to be able to explore yourself, sexually, without any interference - no family knocking at your door, no friends calling you.. You were here, to get completely acquainted with your hidden self, for two whole weeks.
First, you went into your cousins room. She wasn’t as clean as you had thought she’d be. There were bras and panties scattered on the floor, her hamper was full, drawers half open. It didn’t matter.. you had developed a sort of crush on her the past couple years, and always imagined that she knew about your little secret. Now, you wanted to try her clothes on, and because she also had a small frame, like you, you were able to fit in just perfectly.
You showered with her shampoo and conditioner, you wore her perfume, you moisturized with her creams, painted your nails, wore what makeup she had left behind, you let your hair down, and wore it like real girls do, not like the hippy boys you grew up with did.. and more importantly, you wore her clothes all day, uninterupted. You took pictures of yourself with her webcam, and were even brave enough to chat with some strangers who were turned on by boys like you..
Unfortunately, you didn’t see any toys in her room, so you ventured into your aunt’s room, dressed from head to heels in your cousins clothes. It only took about give minutes before you found her stash of toys. You would never be able to look at her the same again.. She had more toys than the age you were… Big, small, black, purple, plugs, vibrators, pumps, vibrating panties…
A voice in the back of your head said not to touch them, but you were too far in to listen to that common sense. You grabbed a medium- sized dildo, one you imagined you would quite enjoy inside you and grabbed her lube, then went back into your cousins room. You found youself on the floor again, infront of the webcam, taking pictures - to capture this moment, how beautiful you looked, how free you were, and so as to remind yourself of what you want to become.. You grabbed a pair of her panties and started to inhale her aromas, sending you into a dizzying high, imagining yourself between her legs - her soft thighs gently squeezing you in place, while you tasted your cousins juices, the shame only adding to the experience… you would forever remember these photos.
Two weeks passed in a heartbeat, and you were so much more sexually depraved now than you had ever been. You could barely look at them in the eye when they got back, and had only hoped that you put everything back where it belonged. Your nerves were sent through the roof, but you thought you had gotten away scott free.. maybe you would try this again, and offer your “house-sitting” services again, next time they go away on vacation - hoping that there would be a next time.
A couple days later, you got an email from your cousin, saying that her mom wanted to thank you again for taking care of the place and feeding the dogs. She also said that her mom wanted to send some pictures of their vacation along your way, so you could show your parents as well. There was a zip-file of probably 50 pictures, and you scanned through them quickly to see if there were any bikini shots of her, but what stopped you dead in your tracks was a picture of you, in her room, wearing her knee socks, with her mom’s dildo half-buried up inside of you, on the verge of orgasm.
Your heart stopped. Time stopped. You wished none of it had happened. You wished it would all just go away, but it wouldn’t. This is real… you created this. And now you must live with it. Thoughts of moving came to mind, leaving it all behind… You felt like crying, like taking pity on yourself, but you knew it wouldn’t do you any good. You never felt so humiliated, so emasculated… she knew. She knew everything. There must have been a back-log of pictures taken with her webcam.
There was a second email from her sent immediately after the first, and though you hesitated to open it, you quickly clicked on it, fearing what it would say. There were four simple words: “We need to talk.”
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