Jim: The Story of a Boy's Coming of Age
I.
I grew up pretty much alone. My parents died when I was seven, and I have
been sort of kicked around by my relatives for almost eight years. When mum and
dad died in that car crash, their company was in deep trouble. Some even said
they were broke. So although the word "suicide" was never mentioned, it was
always hinted at when my relatives talked about them, and there I was, the
remaining son of the loser in the family. You can well imagine how I was treated
by my uncles and aunts--that is, until uncle Alan came along.
Back then (that was about six months ago), I was just about to be expelled
from a snobbish high school that my aunt got me into. "Alan just came back and
he said he wanted to take care of Jim," my aunt said to my uncle over the dinner
table. "Jim, why don't you go to stay with your uncle Alan, he just moved back
to California. I'm sure you'll like it there." By that time I'd already got used
to these things and thought I couldn't care less. So shortly afterwards I was
flown to California to be with my uncle Alan, another rarely-mentioned name in
the family. And indeed he was different--eccentric probably, by the standards of
my other uncles and aunts. Quiet, low-profiled, he was not at all like them, and
we managed to get on quite well. Although he was always kind of serious, there's
some spirit of rebellion, some kind of cynicism in him (from what I could see
with my fifteen-year old eyes) that I really liked. To start with, he didn't
make me go to those high schools where the parking lot is packed with BMW's. He
arranged for me to attend the high school that the two daughters of his
secretary attended, just in case I had problems adapting to the new environment.
And boy did I have problems. My social skills (or lack of it) did cause me a lot
of embarrassment at the beginning. But I was determined to give it a shot and
decided that I would not seek help from Kate and Jenny, the daughters of my
uncle's secretary.
This is a decision that I soon regretted when I first met the two of them:
Kate, a senior, was a real knockout: a tall (about 5'8", I was 5'6"), slim
blonde with bright blue eyes, she was quite popular in the school. Jenny was a
petite (about 5'3") fifteen-year old brunette. She was not as stunning as Kate
was, but I found her kind of cute. Although she was quite shy, she was actually
much nicer to me than Kate, who seemed to think that I was some kind of nerd
(well, I guess I was) and who was probably unfriendly to me because I was the
nephew of her mum's boss. "Yeah, right, my mum has told me about you," she said
curtly when I introduced myself. "So what do you want? Huh? Want me to show you
around the campus? My mum works for your uncle, I don't. Now could you excuse
me...."
"Sorry," Jenny came over and apologized to a dumbfounded me. "Kate just had
a big fight with mum last night. I guess she doesn't want to hear anything about
mum right now." So me and Jenny ended up having a nice conversation and agreed
to meet again next Monday after school. When she first came over and started
talking to me, I couldn't help noticing a faint blush on the fair skin of her
face. Cute, I thought.
That night the subject of the Simpson sisters was brought up over dinner
table. I of course didn't tell uncle Alan how I was treated by Kate. I only said
I met Miss Simpson's daughter today and that they were quite nice. Uncle Alan,
on his part, seemed to be more curious than he usually was. He kept asking me
about the details, how I met them, how did they look like, did I like them,
etc.. I was a bit embarrassed by that, especially when I thought of the
athletic, slim body of Kate and her angelic face. "By the way," uncle Alan said,
"you haven't really met Sarah--I mean Miss Simpson--have you? You only spoke to
her a couple of times when you first came. Why don't you come to my office
tomorrow morning and meet Sarah 'cos I'll be out of town tomorrow afternoon and
won't be back in three weeks. Just in case you need anything when I'm away. I
have to take care of some business first, so why don't you come at around
eleven. You can come right up to my office."
At this point I was quite curious to meet the mother of the Simpson sisters.
I went to uncle Alan's office shortly before eleven. Uncle Alan, being the
eccentric businessman, had the entire top floor of the building to himself and
had the rest of the staff on the three floors below, so the entire top floor of
the building was just his office, Miss Simpson's desk, and several meeting
rooms. From what I knew, Miss Simpson was in her mid-thirties, divorced, and had
been working for my uncle for almost two years. She sounded friendly enough on
the phone, and judging from her daughters she must be a beauty herself--I sort
of hoped.
The entire floor was empty when I arrived. Although I was early, I would
expect Miss Simpson to be there at least, and uncle Alan was generally a
punctual man. Just when I was wondering whether I should go downstairs to check
with the receptionist, I thought I heard some noise. It was from a room at the
end of the corridor. I walked over and found the door slightly open. I was just
about to knock on the door when I saw through the gap what was inside. My uncle
was standing in front of a desk, with his fly open and a leash in his hand. The
leash was attached to a black leather collar worn on the neck of a woman
kneeling in front of him. She was totally naked except for a pair of cupless
leather bra. Her face was partly covered by her blond hair, but from what I
could see she was possibly in her mid-thirties and looked rather attractive. She
was sucking on my uncle's cock and cupping his balls with one hand, while her
other hand was busy rubbing her pussy which, much to my amazement, was
clean-shaven. They didn't seem to notice me, as my uncle was standing with his
back to me and the woman was sucking him with her eyes closed. Tiny whimpers
came from her mouth from time to time. I also noticed a video camera in a corner
of the room. But what struck me, most of all, was the red strips on her body,
covering her arms, her breasts and her thighs. Whip marks! I could feel my cock
getting harder and harder.
To say that I was shocked was an understatement! I kept on watching,
mesmerized, for a few minutes. Then uncle Alan seemed to be turning to my
direction, so I backed off to the front part of the room, not knowing what to
do. Finally, I took a chair and sit down next to an empty desk, picked a
newspaper from another desk and pretended to be reading. Faintly, I could hear
muffled moans coming from that room, and my cock was threatening to burst out of
my jeans.
After a few minutes, all the noise came to a halt. I tried to look as
normal as possible when uncle Alan came out of the room to greet me. "Jim!" He
said, smiling and patting me on the shoulder. He acted like nothing had
happened, as if he just came out of a meeting. "Com'on in and meet Sarah." I
followed him into the room, not knowing what I would see. So my uncle is going
to present his secretary to me, totally naked? It's beginning to sound like one
of my wet dreams. Instead, I was greeted by the same blond, only totally
dressed, in a dark-blue business suit and white blouse.
"Hi, Jim, I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you." Nice voice and friendly smile. And
indeed she was pretty. She had the same thin nose and full lips that Kate had.
Uncle Alan told her that I had just met Kate and Jenny and we started talking
about my school. As we talked, I couldn't help staring at her face and body,
trying to find any trace of the incredible scene that I had witnessed. She
noticed my stare and seemed a bit embarrassed by that but was still very
friendly.
"So," uncle Alan cut in, "when I'm away, I hope you can keep an eye on Jim
for me, and see if there's anything he needs. Listen, Jim, I'm really sorry that
I have to go away so soon after you came. I was hoping that we could spend more
time together."
"Oh, it's okay, uncle Alan. I can take care of myself."
"Good, that's what I like to hear," uncle Alan chuckled, "But if you need
anything, just tell Sarah, okay? She'll get you anything you want, right,
Sarah?"
"Y-yes, of course, Mr Smithee."
"Well then, I'd better get going. Sarah could you tell George to have the
car ready?" "Yes, Mr Smithee."
I looked at Sarah as she went back to her desk to make the call. "You like
her, Jim?" "Y-yeah, I mean, I think she's nice." I could feel myself blushing
as I thought of Sarah, totally naked, sucking my uncle's cock. "Good, I hope
you two can get along. And by the way," uncle Alan handed me a bunch of keys.
"These are the keys to this office. You can come up here any time you want. I
noticed that you're really into computer and those kind of stuff. We just bought
a couple of new ones, and you can play with them for a couple of days before we
start using them." "Wow, that's great! Thanks, uncle Alan!" "Good. Remember,
if you need anything, just tell Sarah. She'll do anything you want. Now I've got
to go. So see you in a month's time. Sarah, could you give me a hand with these
file cases?"
I stood there pondering upon the meaning of uncle Alan's ambiguous words.
Not only did he say that Sarah would get me anything I wanted, he actually said
that she would DO anything I wanted. My cock immediately hardened at the thought
of this. Maybe there's a way of finding out what uncle Alan really meant. I
checked the keys he gave me. Four of them were obviously door keys, but there're
two smaller one which looked like drawer or file cabinet keys. I tried them on
the drawers of uncle Alan's desk and found that one of them could open the
bottom drawer. Bingo! Now I could almost guess what was inside. Just as I
thought, there was a videotape in the drawer, and some photographs. I could only
see the first one when I heard the main door open. It was Sarah, totally naked,
fondling herself. Her left hand was squeezing her left breast, and her right
hand was between her wide-spread legs. I quickly put all these into my backpack
and closed the drawer. I didn't quite know what to do and wasn't ready to
confront her yet.
"Hi Jim," I just zipped up my backpack when Sarah came in. "Hi Sarah," "I
was wondering if you would like to have dinner with us tonight. I'm sure Kate
and Jenny would be glad to see you again." "Oh, that's very nice, Sarah. But
I've already got some other plans tonight. But thanks anyway. Maybe some other
time."
"Sure, whenever you want to." There was absolutely nothing unnatural in the
way she talked. I still couldn't believe that twenty minutes ago this
elegant-looking woman was sucking someone on her knees, and on a leash. "Oh, and
Mr Smithee told me that..." my heart almost jumped out of my throat at these
words, but then she continued, "...you will come here to try out the new
desktops from time to time and he's given you the keys. So you can come whenever
you like. Only me and him work on this floor, so it won't be a problem at all."
From the way she talked, I didn't think she was aware of uncle Alan's other
intentions. However, what she said about Kate and Jenny did give me an idea of
how I should make use of the tape and the photos.
