What Cassie Did Chapter 2

What Cassie Did Chapter 2
by Cassie
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Hi, I'm Cassie again. I'm going to tell you more about the things I did when I visited my Aunt Felicia in Mexico, the summer my Dad got sick and my Mum had to be with him at the hospital.

The first time I wrote I left the story when Sammy and I were playing in the pool. Sammy is my cousin, and he is just ten. I'm eleven, on the other hand, and Mum always says that I'm very grown-up for my age and I know many things. Of course, I guess that Mums always say such things, but anyway.

Well, we were playing in the pool, which is quite normal since in Mexico it's very hot in the summer and Aunt Felicia had a very big house with a pool.

What's not so normal is that Sammy was naked. And I mean really naked, like completely, bare bottom naked. And the reason he was naked was because I had made him take off his swimming-suit. I could do that, you see, because I was in charge, being a female. Females in Aunt Felicia's house are in charge, because boys are not mature enough to look after themselves without us telling them what to do. I guess grown men can be mature enough, but there were none around here, because my aunt only hired females.

So we played in the water. We would chase each other off and then we would wrestle. It wasn't really fighting, you know, just playing. But I was a bit bigger and also stronger, because I like judo and swimming, so I always ended up dunking him or pinning him from behind, grabbing his arms so that he could not move. I took advantage of that to give his bottom and his thingy some good feels, while he laughed and squirmed, trying to get away.

We kept playing for a long time. I was very excited and enjoying myself a lot, and Sammy apparently never got tired of playing. He seemed to have forgotten about being nude and did not seem to be aware of my furtive touches. He appeared to be enjoying himself, but in a totally innocent way.

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Finally Sylvie clapped her hands.

"Time to get out, kids!", she said cheerfully. "Or you'll end up all wrinkled up like prunes!"

When we came out she gave me a towel so that I could dry myself, but she dried Sammy herself. I watched as she paid special attention to his thingy and his bottom.

"Sylvie, why is his thingy so little now?", I asked.

"It just shrank, because of the cold water", she explained as she dried it with the towel. "You pee-pee will be back to normal very soon, won't it, Sammy-baby?"

"Yes, Tía Sylvie", he said contentedly. He appeared to have forgotten any self-consciousness, and stood there docilely as a female teenager dried his naked body and baby-talked him while I, a barely older female relative whom he had met for the first time today, looked on curiously.

"Now we turn you around...", Sylvie said as she did precisely that, pushing Sammy against her bosom so that she could reach his backside. "That's right... Soon we'll have you good and dry... Good boy".

I stared at Sylvie drying his white bare bottom. I was feeling funny down there. Se looked at me, smiled prettily and winked her eye.

"Doesn't he have a cute bubble-butt, Cassie?", she asked me.

"Aww, Tía Sylvie", Sammy whined, wriggling in his nanny's arms as he suddenly recovered his modesty.

"Now, now, we'll have none of that, young man", he said sternly as she slapped Sammy's bare bottom briskly, although only once. That quieted him down and Sylvie went on, not so strictly. "It's not Cassie's fault if you have a cute bottom, is it? Of course not", she answered herself, not giving his young charge time to offer his own response. "You just have a cute bubble-bottom and a cute pee-pee, and that's nothing to be ashamed of".

Having said that, Sylvie grabbed one of his bumcheeks and separated it from the other one.

"And now, we'll just have to dry between your little bottom very well...", she cooed.

Sammy bore up all this fussing over his bottom submissively, which earned him a "good boy!" from Sylvie.

When the teenaged nanny was satisfied with Sammy's dryness he let him go. Then I noticed that his thingy was not so little anymore.

"Look!", Sylvie, who had also noticed it, said to me. "His little pee-pee is already back to normal".

To tell you the truth, it was a bit more than back to normal. It seemed a bit turgid and, as we stared at it, it suddenly stiffened.

I giggled and Sammy grabbed his thingy with his right hand, lowering it as if he was trying to make it go back to normal. That earned him two sharp swats on his bare bottom.

"Naughty boy!", Sylvie scolded him after smacking his buns, "you know very well that touching your pee-pee is rude. Do good boys play with their pee-pees? Do they?".

"No, Tía Sylvie", the chastised boy whimpered as he released his rigid organ.

"That's right", she said, "naughty boys who play with their pee-pees get their bottoms smacked red".

Feeling sorry for him, I said "You were not going to play with it, were you, Sammy?".

He looked at me with big hopeful eyes and said no with his head.

"Good boy", Sylvie relented.

"Sylvie, why does his thingy get big?", I asked.

"Oh, don't worry. It's just a stiffy, an erection. You know what's that?"

"My Mum gave me a book about sex education for children", I nodded. "But I thought that it only happened to grown men".

"It also happens to little boys", she smiled. "You don't have to worry about it. Sometimes it happens when they play with their pee-pees and sometimes it happens for no reason at all. They can't help it. Boys just can't control themselves. It will go down soon enough".

Sammy was blushing and looked as if he wished we would choose a different subject to converse about. His thingy was still hard and pointing in front of him, but he knew better than to touch it again. Sylvie, however, had different ideas.

"Come, you can look at it if you want", she told me, motioning at me with her hand to come closer.

As I did so, Sylvie grabbed Sammy under his arms and raised him in the air, leaving him standing on one of the plastic chairs that were around the pool. That left his thingy just in front of my eyes, and I got a close up view.

As I stared at it, I gave a nervous giggle. It was very hard now and it pointed slightly upwards.

"Look at the little veins in it", I said, fascinated. It was certainly bigger than the tiny thingy of Lexie's little brother.

Sylvie smiled condescendingly.

"That's why it gets hard", she explained. "When a boy's pee- pee gets a rush of blood it gets all stiff and bothered like that. It's nothing to worry about".

"But doesn't it hurt?", I asked.

"Not at all. In fact it even feels good. Doesn't it, Sammy?"

Sammy eyed his thingy critically.

"It just feels funny", he said.

"And it feels good when you rub it, doesn't it?", Sylvie insisted.

My cousin nodded.

"You know better than rubbing it, though", his nanny said, tapping his thingy gently and making it bob up and down.

"Yes, Tía Sylvie", Sammy nodded again.

"That's my good boy", she approved. "Rubbing your pee-pee is naughty, and what happens to naughty boys?". As Sammy didn't answer she insisted, "where do they get smacked?".

"On their bottoms", Sammy finally said with a small voice.

"That's right, naughty boys get their bottoms smacked. But what do good boys get?"

"Hugs and kisses", Sammy smiled. It clearly was some kind of affectionate ritual.

"That's right!", Sylvie beamed, scooping the naked boy up in her arms.

She supported his weight putting her arm under his bottom so that their faces were close to each other. Then he kissed him on his lips, making a smacking sound. He returned the kiss the same way, giggling.

"That's my good boy!", Sylvie said, as I smiled at the tender scene. "And good boys get kisses from their cousins too".

Having said that, she flexed her knees slightly to lower his body and let him lean to the right side. Grinning, I gave him another kiss. I had intended to kiss his cheek, but he aimed for my lips and we kissed briefly on our mouths.

Sylvie then left him on the floor again and said, "Now you two run along to your room and get dressed".

Sammy didn't lose any time.

"Race you!", he shouted, looking back at me as he started running.

I ran after him, looking at his bottom where a pink handprint left by one of Sylvie's smacks could still be seen. I was still amazed at how cheerful he was, so quickly after something that by all means should have been deeply embarrassing. I guess that it's just a matter of being used to it.

We ran into the house and upstairs. I didn't try to catch up with him, so when he got to our room he raised his fists to the air and said, "I won! I won!".

"Yes, you did", I laughed, recovering my breath as I looked at his unclothed body. His thingy was not hard any more. "Look, you no longer have a stiffy", I added.

He looked down and his right hand went instinctively towards it. He suddenly remembered himself and removed the offending hand.

"You heard Sylvie, no playing with your thingy", I scolded maternally, waving my finger at him. "Now get dressed".

I watched him as he got into his blue shorts and white T- shirt.

Then I remembered I had to change out of my swimming-suit too.

"Go to the corner", I instructed him. "That's right, facing it. I'm going to change, so don't you dare peek or I will smack your bottom very hard indeed".

I guess I could have tell him to get out of the room, but somehow I liked seeing him there, standing in the corner as I had told him, while I peeled off my full-body swimming suit. I watched him closely to make sure he didn't try to look back

Once I got naked, I looked down at my cunny. I was feeling really funny down there. I put my fingers on it. I knew that felt good when I was feeling funny like this.

Sammy meanwhile was getting restless.

"Can I look now?", he asked, hopping from one foot to the other. He was a bundle of nerves, that kid.

"Not yet!", I shouted.

Then I got an idea.

"Take your shorts down", I ordered.

"But why?", he whined.

"Don't you know anything?", I said, feigning annoyance. "Boys who stand in the corner do so with their bottoms bared".

"But I haven't been naughty", he protested.

"You will be naughty if you don't do as I said. Now!".

That did it. He unfastened his shorts and let them fall to his knees. His T-shirt only reached his waist, so that left his bottom properly bare.

"Golly!, it's not as if I haven't seen your bare bottom before", I grumbled as I resumed the business of rubbing my cunny, this time looking fixedly at his bottom. "And don't you dare peep, young man!".

I rubbed myself until I felt a warmer sensation down there, and then it was over. I looked at Sammy's bottom for a while, still breathing deeply. He was getting very fidgety by then.

"I wanna go pee", he complained in a whiny voice.

"You wait a bit more", I told him. "If you move before I tell you to I'll leave your bottom so red that you won't sit down for a week".

I put my panties on, and then my jeans and my shirt.

"You can turn now", I said once I got dressed.

His hands went to his shorts.

"Did I say you could put them on again?", I asked. I could not believe how stern I was being. I didn't know I had that in me, but seeing Sammy so submissive and me so in charge brought it all to the surface.

"But...".

"No buts, Sammy. Since you have to go pee there's no need to put on your shorts", I declared sternly.

"Ok", he said, removing his shorts and turning to look at me.

I extended my hand and he gave me his shorts before grabbing his thingy in a nervous gesture.

"Uh, hum, no playing with your thingy", I ordered.

"Sorry", he said, releasing it. "But I gotta go".

"Go, then!", I said.

I followed him to the bathroom, which was attached to our bedroom, and watched him from behind as he peed on the loo.

"You really do have a bubble-butt, you know", I told him conversationally as he flushed. His rear end was chubby and it had two cute dimples on top of it.

He was blushing noticeably when he faced me. I felt sorry for him.

"Don't be embarrassed", I told him kindly. "I have seen tons of naked boys, once you have seen one, you have seen all".

Ok, so that was a lie. But it was just a white lie.

"It's like a nurse or your mum seeing you naked, you know, no big deal", I added. "Ok?"

He nodded, looking at me with doe eyes, just the slightest bit teary. Looking at his eyes, I suddenly had strong feelings of guilt and of protectiveness.

"I love you, little cousin", I said. And I meant it.

He seemed to sense that and smiled at me shyly.

"I love you too", he said.

I smiled back and kissed him very gently on his lips.

"Come on, go put your shorts on", I told him. I kept smiling as he ran to get his shorts.

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We had tea with Aunt Felicia and Sylvie and the conversation was normal, about the school, and about Mexico and stuff like that. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood.

After that, Sammy and I went out and we found a Mexican boy Sammy's age, who was introduced as Carlos. Apparently he was the cook's son. He was carrying a soccer ball and he was shirtless, wearing only white soccer shorts. He was dark- haired, as most Mexicans, and I admired his tanned chest and legs as he asked us whether we wanted to play ball.

Sammy said he did but I said I wanted to explore the gardens on my own and that they should go ahead. I like playing ball, but I really needed some time alone to think.

The gardens where really cool. Lots of grass and places to play. There was a little path going to the beach, and another house, smaller than the main one, which was where the servants lived.

However, I was not really exploring. I sat down on a flat stone behind a tree, looked at the sea and thought.

There was something that was bugging me, no matter what Aunt Felicia or Sylvie said. Ok, maybe girls being in charge was not a bad idea. I mean, look at all the wars and stuff. Do you think that would be allowed to go on if women were really in charge?

On the other hand, cruelty and hurting people was not right, no matter what. There's this saying: "Stick and stones may break my bones, but words can't hurt me", but I did not think that was true. Words and humiliation could hurt too, and I didn't want to hurt anyone just because I could.

I sighed. When I had been ordering Sammy about I had got so carried away... It had felt so good that I had only cared about the power I had over him. The feeling had been so strong that it was not really me the one talking and making decisions. I could have done anything, something nasty, and I wouldn't have been able to stop myself. I didn't like that, and it scared me.

But was seeing him naked and all that stuff really hurting him? He seemed embarrassed at times but not that much. He was used to that, and it didn't hurt him. In fact, he seemed a perfectly happy boy.

After thinking about it for a while I decided that I could go ahead with this. It was what his mother wanted for him, and she obviously loved him. Who was I to contradict her? Besides, I really liked it.

But I decided that I would have to be careful. Sammy was cute, sure, but he was also a sweet boy, and he was my cousin and, I realized, I loved him. Not in a boyfriend kind of way, but in a cousin kind of way. That didn't mean I didn't like to look at him naked. I really did.

If girls were in charge in Aunt Felicia's house I would be in charge, I told myself. And I would order Sammy around as he was used to, and I would see him naked, and if I had to smack his bottom I would do so... But I wouldn't really hurt him. I wanted to protect him, not to hurt him.

(to be continued)