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The  Garden  Hose
by Varangian

Spring, 2005



"There you are!" Marge exclaimed to the visitor, her favorite nephew
Tim.  "Come in!  How was the trip?"

"Traffic wasn't bad, but it still took six hours," the eighteen year old
boy replied.

"I like it here in the country, Tim, but the disadvantage is that now
we're so far from family.  I haven't seen you in months."

"I know.  When you lived in the neighborhood, Aunt Marge, I was always
over."

"Yes, and a reliable baby sitter.  Nellie is out back.  She's been
excited ever since I told her you'd be here for the weekend.  Go say
hello while I finish fixing supper."

Tim walked through the house and out the back door where he saw Nellie
floating on her back in the swimming pool.  Beyond the pool was a large
barn and to the right of that a tool shed.  Behind the barn crop land
extended to a line of trees.

"Timmy!" the girl squealed when he approached.

She waded quickly to the edge of the pool and climbed out.  For a moment
she stood dripping, mouth agape in a smile of great satisfaction.  The
twelve year old was blonde and cute.  Tim noticed that her bikini bra
lay flat on her chest but that her legs had become stunning since the
last time he saw her, especially the exquisite thighs.  She ran to him
and he lifted her in an embrace.

"It's been so long!" she exclaimed into his ear.

"Sorry I missed your birthday party last week, Nellie.  I couldn't get
away."

She wrapped eager legs around him as he held her, kissing his cheek and
receiving a similar buss from him.

"It wasn't much of a party.  I don't know many kids here yet."

He released the girl, who stood a head shorter.  They embraced again
with his chin nuzzling her wet, flaxen hair.

"Why can't you stay longer than a weekend?" she asked.  "I've really
missed you."

"I have to drive to California, sweetheart.  College starts in ten
days."

"California!  That's so far away!  Now I'll never see you!"

"I'll be back next summer, Nellie.  Maybe then I can visit for a couple
of weeks."

She squeezed her arms around him, pressing her face to his chest.

"You've gotten me all wet," he complained, quietly.

"So what?  You're just wearing shorts and T-shirt.  After supper we'll
go swimming and you can carry me around on your shoulders."

That prospect delighted Tim.  Despite the absence of tits, she had
filled out nicely and gained pounds.  He looked forward to fondling her
exciting thighs as they played in the water.

"Kids!" Marge called from the back door.  "Supper!"


* * *


Tim recalled stroking Nellie's thighs years before as she sat on his
lap.  She was six then and he twelve.  Having masturbated for the first
time just a weak earlier he had been tempted to do more than just touch
her legs.  But she had been a beautiful child, still a baby, and he was
a responsible guy.

She was still a child as she rode on his shoulders in the swimming pool,
his hand gripping her soft flesh, but she would be a woman before long.
His cock was hard, so he stayed at least waist deep in the water.  He
had hoped that she might squirm her cunny against his neck, but she did
not.

"Throw me off!" she shouted for perhaps the tenth time.

The following splash did not catch him, because he fell backward into
the water then turned to swim toward her.  He dived and targeted her
widely spread legs, kissing an inner thigh as he went through.  He rose
with her on his shoulders again.

"This is so much fun!" she exclaimed.

"You're wearing me out, Nellie.  Let's get out and take a rest.  Maybe
we can go explore the woods."

"Okay, but throw me off again."

His fingers were high on up on her inner thighs, almost to the scant
bikini bottom.  He tossed her reluctantly, wanting to feel more of her.
But he was still a responsible guy.

They climbed out of the pool.  Tim had already repositioned his hard
cock so that it was not too noticeable.

"I have to go to the bathroom," he said, turning away from her.

She waited outside, wandering to the flower garden next to the tool shed
where she sat on a nearby swing and pumped it high.  He went inside the
house to masturbate into the toilet.

"Will you water the flower bed, please?" Marge asked when he passed
through the kitchen on his way out.  "It's been so dry recently."

"Sure," he replied, now more relaxed after the needed release.  "I'll
give it a good soak."

Exiting the back door he went to the side of the porch where he found a
long hose connected to a spigot.

"What'cha doing?" Nellie called from high up at the top of the swing
arc.

"Going to water the flower bed," he yelled.

He pulled the spitting hose near the bed, adjusted the nozzle for a fine
spray and set about the task.  Nellie continued pumping then coasted
down.  She squealed when Tim dowsed her.  He readjusted the nozzle to a
strong, single line of water and resumed squirting his pretty cousin as
she halted the swing.  But in an act of inspired perversity he aimed
at her lovely thighs, splayed delightfully on the swing seat, and then
at her groin.

Her face opened in surprise, mouth gaping.  But she did not get off the
swing to escape the attack.  She seemed bewildered, confused by the
water's powerful impact on her privates.  He held the hose steady and
she moved slightly on the seat to receive the surge at the spot that
felt the best.  Suddenly he realized from the wide-eyed expression of
stupefaction that she had never masturbated.

She stared at him, smiling weakly, unresistant to the line of water that
struck her groin, adjusting her position only to keep it hitting one
spot in particular.  Tim stepped forward a bit, aiming more precisely.
For over a minute Nellie gazed at him, evidently not comprehending the
growing pleasure.  With hands on upper thighs she pulled her legs more
widely apart, and Tim took another step toward her.  Her pretty face
grimaced as if in pain and she gasped aloud.  For ten or twelve seconds
her lips contorted.  At last she covered her groin to protect it from
the stream of water.

Tim turned to the flower bed and readjusted the nozzle to a fine spray.
His cock was hard and he was exultant that he had given lovely Nellie
her first orgasm without even touching her.  Over his shoulder he saw
her rush up the back stairs and enter the house.


* * *


Later they watched television with Marge in the living room.  Nellie sat
next to Tim on the couch but acknowledged what had occurred earlier
neither with word nor facial expression.

At ten o'clock they all went to bed.  The virgin boy masturbated again
as he lay naked on the mattress dreaming of licking Nellie to orgasm.
Nellie, in her room, touched her privates.  She had done that at times
in the past, but she had never experienced any special delight.  She had
learned something about her body that day.  She repeatedly wet her
finger and rubbed the special spot until an awesome pleasure loomed.
Soon she cried out at the first surge of ecstasy, the noise muffled by a
wrist across her mouth.  More pulses of that exquisite feeling followed,
diminishing in intensity until she lay with arms beside her.  "It was
better with Tim," she murmured to herself.


* * *


"You kids look after the place," Marge instructed them the next morning
after breakfast.  "I have to go shopping."

Tim and Nellie watched the car turn into the road.  They were alone for
a couple of hours, both realized.  Nellie embraced Tim from behind,
pressing a cheek against his back.  The boy knew that she was
vulnerable, that he could do anything with her.  But he resisted the
instinctive urges.

"Let's go exploring," he suggested.  "What's beyond that line of trees?"

"Just more fields," she replied.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Maybe we could water the flowers again."

He stared at her, and her eyes did not turn away.  He wanted to kiss her
girlish face -- and more.  He knew that she would allow anything.

"Let's play monopoly," he suggested.

"I think the flowers need more watering."

He wanted to do it, to bring her to orgasm from a distance.

"You'd better put on your swimsuit," he said, touching her unblemished
cheek.

He did not attempt to hide his erection when they went outside in their
swim gear.  Nellie sat thrust forward on the swing, legs widely spread.
Tim brought the hose and stood nearby.  They both knew what they were
doing.

Tim turned the nozzle to a powerful stream and directed it at the girl's
groin.  She gasped at the sudden, cold drench, but quickly adjusted her
position to receive the pressure at the requisite spot.  They stared at
each other, both wanting more than water play, but neither acknowledging
even what they were doing.

Nellie's orgasm arrived quickly, and she slumped on the swing for a
couple of minutes afterwards.

"Do you want me to squirt you?" she asked after regaining composure.

He shook his head.  "No, guys are different."

He hosed her three more times before Marge returned, and Nellie took an
unaccustomed nap that afternoon.  While she was asleep Tim drove into
town on an errand.


* * *


"You didn't have to buy us a present," Marge said on Sunday, shortly
before Tim was to leave.

"It didn't cost much, and now you have a shower in the tub upstairs."

"That very sweet of you, Tim.  That's Nellie's bathroom, you know."

"Is it?"

"Yes.  Why don't you go upstairs and show her how to use it?"

Tim found the girl lying face down on her bed.  She had been weeping.
She turned a teary face to him when he entered.

"I don't want you to go," she blubbered.

"I have to, sweetheart.  I'll be back next summer."

She got up from the bed to embrace him.  He rubbed a cheek against her
flaxen hair and toyed with her pony tail.

"I have something for you," he whispered.

"What is it?"

"It's in the bathroom."

With her arms around him they moved awkwardly out of the room to the
bath at the end of the corridor.  Once there Tim picked up a device that
was attached to the tub's spigot.

"It's a hand held shower head," he explained, turning it on.  "At this
position you get a fine spray, but if you move the dial around to here
it comes out strong."

Nellie barked a laugh.  "I'll think of you every time I use it, Tim."

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips passionately,
although without practice.

"I'll be more grown up for you next year," she whispered against his
chest.

"Yes, I know," he responded, moving a hand to her chest and thumbing a
swollen nipple.  "I'm looking forward to it."

END
Contact Varangian at ludmax11@hotmail.com

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