"Y-your butt?" Ken asked, rather confused at what Kat wanted him do, as well as fearful of what it might lead to.
"Yeah, I have an itch that I can't seem to get scratched and I was hoping you would help. Please!" Kat pleaded with her inch-tall cousin, trying her best to hide a mischievous smile and suppress a batch of giggles brewing in her throat.
"I don't know Kat..." Ken replied fearfully, doing his best to steer his cousin away from using him as a butt scratcher, while simultaneously trying to avoid invoking her wrath.
"Come on Ken, please! It's just a small itch on my check, you just need to rub it a bit." Kat continued her pleading.
"Fine," Ken muttered, "But promise that you'll behave and help me after that," He added, hoping at least to get some leverage out of whatever Kat was up to.
"Okay, I promise," Kat replied with a rather insincere smile, but that was all Ken got as the titanic preteen walked over to the couch at the center of the room.
Kat lay down on her chest, before dropping Ken down onto her soft shirt at the small of her back. Ken watched in both awe and fear, as Kat's hands, each the size of a bus, descended to pinch hold of her navy blue cotton shorts and the white panties peaking out from beneath. In one deft motion, Ken's eldest cousin rolled her shorts down revealing her pale bare bottom, while also keeping her front covered. Ken observed the two fleshy hills emerging from his cousin's backside and gulped as he thought of them squishing him flat beneath their weight.
"Go on Kenny," Kat encouraged, "The itch is right here," She punctuated this sentence by pressing her index finger down, creating a temporary crater in her right check.
Ken began slowly moving down Kat's shirt as the finger withdrew itself. He didn't argue knowing that Kat had already promised to help him. Ken's steps were slow and careful, the last thing he wanted to do was trip on a food of fabric and end up wedged in Kat's ass-crack, he doubted the mischievous girl would be so quick to help him dislodge himself. Eventually Ken got to the spot Kat had pointed out. He turned and looked up at Kat's blues eyes watching him with glee.
"Well go on, the sooner you get scratching, the sooner we can be back to doing those tests you wanted," Kat said with a smile that Ken couldn't even try to trust.
Regardless the tiny boy did like he was told. Getting down on his hands and knees, Ken furiously rubbed away at the soft flesh beneath him. He faintly saw a shadow pass by him as Kat's hands moved.
"Yes, that's it....just keep rubbing," Kat said slowly.
Errantly glancing back, Ken saw Kat's brace-covered teeth bearing colossal grin as a shadow began to overtake him. Looking around Ken saw that his cousin was slowly rolling her shorts and underwear back up over her butt. She intended to trap him against her ass!
Already down on his knees, Ken did the first thing he could think of. He bite down hard into his twelve-year old cousin's exposed flesh. The girl gave a yelp of surprise as she shot off the couch, going almost a foot in the air. As Ken flew only a foot up before dropping down, Ken flew several hundred nausea inducing feet before gravity kicked in and sent him falling in an arch towards the open back door. It took only a second or two for Ken to hit the carpet and get the wind knocked out of him. Kat meanwhile had realized that her tiny toy was missing and was already searching around the couch.
Ken on the other hand was just beginning to sit up and check himself for injuries, still a little disoriented as to where he was. Despite his back and ribs aching, Ken had miraculously not broken any bones, in part due to the thick plush carpeting his aunt seemed to love. He turned and looked around. To one side he saw Kat searching around the couch for her little lost cousin. To the other side he saw the backdoor open and heard the sounds of his younger, though more caring cousins playing. He quickly hopped to his feet, taking off at full speed towards the the exit from the nightmare.
His nightmare caught up to him before he had moved two steps. A white wall, soft to the touch, yet subtly damp, dropped in front of him like an artillery shell accompanied by a deafening crash like an explosion. Ken ran straight into it and fell on his back, getting a taste of old sweat in the process. As he looked up, Ken saw Kat standing astride him, her ankle sock-clad feet blocking all escapes. She had her hands on her hips and looked down on him with a look that somehow combined disappointment with sadistic glee.
"Well, well, well, trying to run are we?" Kat asked as she glanced at the open door, "If you want to go outside, I can help you with that," Kat said with a smile, "I'm sure ______."
1. "Alyssa could use a swim partner." (Kat drops Ken into the family pool while Alyssa is swimming by, causing him to get caught up in her one-piece swimsuit.)
2. "Stephanie still wants me to help her skip rope." (Kat traps Ken on the ground at Stephanie's feet while she jumps rope.)
3. "You wouldn't mind joining me while I get a tan." (Kat drops Ken between her butt-cheeks and changes into a bikini before going out back to tan.)  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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