My parents adopted Karen when I was 19. Karen was 18 and her parents had been killed in an airplane crash. Karen’s parents were distant cousins of my dad, and nobody else in his family wanted the responsibility of raising her. I am very glad that my parents wanted to provide for her. Very Glad!
When we went to the airport to pick Karen up from her flight from Indiana, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw her. She was about 5’5” tall, had strawberry blonde hair, skyblue eyes. She was kind of on the small side, so I was glad of that. Karen was dressed in an ankle length denim skirt, white socks, tennis shoes and plaid shirt. Her parents had been very strict church folks, so she was dressed the way females dressed in that belief. In a way, this style of dress was sexy to me.
On the way home, my parents were talking to Karen, asking all kinds of questions of how she had been raised, etc. Me? I was checking her out!! The plaid shirt hid her breasts, but I could see some bumps under it. Her shape was hidden by the long demin skirt, but looked good to me anyway. We arrived home and I helped carry Karen’s bags up to her room, which was next to mine, sharing a bathroom between them. As she got settled into her room, I took off to visit with some friends.
When I returned later for supper, I noticed that Karen appeared like she had been crying, as she had red eyes. We ate supper, and as usual my mom kept asking Karen what she liked to do or what her home life had been like. Karen answered Mom’s questions, but still seemed very shy. I kept checking her out and she noticed this, giving me a sly like smile. We finished our supper and went to our rooms. I had turned on the tv in my room to watch some show, when I noticed the bathroom light come on, under the closed door.
I soon heard the shower running and wondered what Karen looked like in the nude. I got up and slowly opened the bathroom door a little, leaving a space in it. Soon the shower stopped and I quietly peered through the opening to watch as Karen got out of the shower. At first her back was to me and boy did she have a nice cute, little butt. The kind that is so small and compact, it would fit easily in my hands. As she bent over to dry her ankles, her small pussy was completely shown. It had very little hair on it, and looked so smooth and inviting. I was instantly hard as a rock, and my hand was slowly rubbing up and down my penis. She straightened up to dry around her neck, and in doing so, turned around so she was facing me. As she had the towel up drying her face, I could see her very small breasts. She was almost flat but had cherry looking nipples. She raised a foot placing it on the toilet seat so she could dry her thighs, and I again got to see her pussy. It was so sweet looking, I wanted to just rush in and begin to lick it. She finished drying off and put on her robe and left to her room. I was hard as a rock and went to my bed to jack off to the memories of what I had just seen.
I was laying on my bed, my pants around my ankles, stroking my hard dick, my eyes shut and dreaming of stroking her pussy with my tongue, when I heard a gasp. I opened my eyes to see Karen standing at the end of my bed, her eyes wide open and staring at my moving hand. I let go of my dick, and scrambled out of bed, while Karen ran from the room in tears. I zipped up my pants and went to Karen’s door, softly knocking on it. Finally after a few more knocks, she answered me. I let myself in to her room and went to sit beside her on the bed. She was lying on her stomach, her head in her pillow, crying. Her robe was the short kind, and I noticed her cute, little butt showing at the bottom of it. I gently placed my hands on her back, trying to soothe her. I apologized for shocking her. She apologized to me for coming into my room without knocking. As she rolled over to look at me, I saw her tear stained face. It almost broke my heart to see her crying.