Rainy Day Babysitter [Futa X Male]

Story by thatguy

WARNING: This story contains shotacon (a boy age 4), futa on male, and is softcore. If any of these things are not to your liking then I suggest you please leave.

As a preface there are two terms anyone not familiar with the fantastic and lovable Kaori may not be familiar with, the terms used for futanari parents:

Mirri: The 'mare' of the relationship. Is often more feminine with larger breasts, hips, and a smaller penis and testicles. Many mares are also sometimes impotent, their cum unable to impregnate other futanari or women.

Mum: The 'stud' of the relationship. Often displays smaller feminine qualities with smaller breasts and a more fit or toned body, but has much larger cock and larger and more virile balls.

Exceptions are just as common as the rule, however.

For more info about this particular type of Futa, go to this lovely writer's thread!

Meteorological Family Fun Night Chapter One

Rainy Day Babysitter

Rain gently pitter-pattered outside, a soft tattoo beat filling the cozy little home. Jennifer closed her eyes, letting the soft sound fill her sense for a moment. Deciding that was incredibly boring, she reach for the remote and flicked on the TV, instead settling on the sound of cartoons over the sound of the rain. She stretched out on the plush couch she was lying on, sprawling out and resting on her stomach, head propped up on a pillow. Her short brown hair spilled out around her head and her green eyes watched cartoons on the screen sleepily. She kicked her thigh-high sock clad legs in the air. Further up her round bubble-butt was clad only in clingy pink panties. A long white t-shirt that fell to her thighs gave her a sense of modesty. Not that she needed to be all that modest, she was alone in the house after all. Not counting her little brother, but he was napping so he didn't count.

Thinking too soon, she heard the sound of her brother's door open and the sound of his feet padding across the hardwood floor. Soon he stepped into her field of vision; a bleary-eyed little boy, barely tall enough to reach her chest, and clothed only in one of her t-shirts as pajamas, looking more like a robe on his little body. Unceremoniously he dropped onto the ground in front of the couch, lying sprawled on the floor, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if sleeping. Jennifer arched an eyebrow, but decided not to question it and went back to her cartoons. After a few moments, though, her curiosity got the best of her.

“You ok, Rich?” She asked sweetly, reaching down to brush aside his matching shade of brown hair. All things considered, she thought, they looked pretty similar, with him looking like a mini version of her, especially when they were both wearing little else other than long t-shirts.

“'M sleepy.” Rich mumbled, turning his head to nuzzle her hand as she stroked him. Jen chuckled quietly.

“I know that, silly. What're you doin' out of bed though?” She asked. Little Rich squirmed and blushed a little, and suddenly Jennifer became interested.

“I had a dream...” He said, wriggling on the ground, his hands moving to pull his shirt down around his legs. A Cheshire cat grin slowly split Jennifer's face, and she put her finger on her brother's calve, slowly tracing it upward.

“Oh yeah? About what?” She asked playfully. Her brother only turned a deeper shade of red and turned his head away as her finger slid up his thigh, lifting his shirt slowly up to his waist. There, revealed, was his little three-inch boy cock revealed in all of its rock hard glory. His sister cooed sweetly.

“Oh! That kind of dream, huh?” She teased. Her brother just tensed and laid still beneath her while her finger traced lazy circles across his thighs and around his little prick. “Who was it about? Mummi? Mirri?” She purred. He shook his head weakly, denying he was fantasizing about their parents. She smiled all the wider and she placed her finger right on the tip of his cock.

“Me?”

His body tensed again, and his cock twitched under her touch. She chuckled and took her hand away, hooking her thumbs in her panties and wriggling them down her thick thighs and down her shapely legs.

“Awwww. I'm touched.” She said as she slinked off the couch, straddling her knees on either sides of her brother. Finally, her own cock was free, swinging semi-flaccidly just above his, and much larger, nearly triple the little boy's own size already. Her smooth sack and heavy, fat testicles dangled just above his thighs. Her ample breasts also hung within her shirt just over his head, and she had to look past them to see his red face.

“So how did it go?” She asked sweetly, rocking back and forth a bit, just enough to make her breasts, cock, and fat balls jiggle for him.

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