This is a loose continuation of my ”Confessions from a Folk High School” series. Here you get to follow the young Hilma (who appeared in the later parts of that story) and hear her story.
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My name is Hilma and I was born in 2002 in Gästrikland. I am a short girl of only 153 cm with long blonde hair, blue eyes, a slim fit body and I tan very easily.
I am aware that I look very good and often receive compliments on my appearance. I have several times heard boys at school talk about me and also older men, including some of my dad’s friends (behind my dad’s back of course), that they think I am very cute, good-looking and sexy and that I have ”really blossomed”.
In 2018, my parents and I moved to a small community here in Gästrikland after previously living in another town in the same region. I also changed schools when I moved.
Our house is located quite secluded in a small forest area, although it only takes less than 10 minutes by car to the nearest town and by bike it takes even shorter time to the nearest village.
When we had moved, I soon noticed one of the closest neighboring families who lived in a large villa about 500 meters from our house. And then I especially noticed both parents.
The father of the family was called Johan and was 36 years old at the time. He is a tall man of 196 cm (I can barely reach his chest and could walk straight under his arms if he stretched them out). He is not only very tall, but also has broad shoulders, strong arms, huge, rough hands and feet and long, dark blond, thick hair that reaches down a good distance over his well-trained back. He also had a beautiful face and absolutely wonderful blue eyes that you just want to drown in (and never be saved).
I had heard my mother and her friends talk several times over a few glasses of wine, when they thought I wasn’t listening, about what an incredibly handsome man he was. I had even heard my mother and some of them a few times, when they had had a bit too much, admit to each other that they would have done anything for just one night with that man.
But even though Johan was a real hunk, it was still nothing compared to his wife. He was married to Desirée who was also called Dessie (or whatever, they are still married, even today). She was 33 years old at the time and I’m not lying when I say that she was one of the absolute most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. A green-eyed beauty with thick red curly hair, big full lips, 170 cm tall, an absolutely insanely curvy, deliciously fit body with very large, firm breasts.
I had heard both men and women talk about how incredibly hot and beautiful Dessie was, and I had even heard rumors that some, both teenagers and adults, had walked into lampposts and other things because they couldn’t take their eyes off her when they walked past. I can’t confirm the latter, but I have myself seen both women and men turn around and stare at her with longing glances many times. I had also heard my dad and his male friends, over a few glasses of beer, talking enviously and admiringly about how Johan must be the luckiest man in the world who gets to go to bed every night with such a dream woman.
Johan worked as a music teacher at a folk high school and Dessie as a dentist at a private clinic and they seemed to be doing very well. Both had always been very kind and were liked by everyone in the area. Dessie is the more social and talkative of the two while Johan is a bit more quiet.
Johan is, however, very musical, which in itself is perhaps not so strange since he is a music teacher. I remember when I first heard him sing and play the piano and how excited I felt throughout my body. And let’s not even talk about when I later heard him play the guitar. They also had a really nice big house, a big garden where they have both a big hot tub that you can heat the water with a fire and an outdoor swimming pool. Their house is also right next to a lake where they have their own small private beach that is hidden by the forest. They also own the nearest forest land, but my parents have been told that we are welcome to use the beach.
Johan and Dessie have four children. A son who is three years younger than me and a daughter who is a year younger than him, as well as a younger set of twins consisting of a boy and a girl. The oldest son had skipped a grade and I soon realized why. Because he was very smart, which he had obviously inherited from his smart (and very beautiful) mother who I found out was a member of Mensa.
All four children, even the two youngest, seemed smart and well-behaved and were always polite, well-mannered and nice. But maybe that’s how it is when you have more children, or who knows. I myself am an only child and therefore quite used to getting what I want, although I am in no way ”young and spoiled” material as I was taught to help out at home from an early age and have also always taken care of school.
I also learned from my parents that Johan, in addition to the four children he and Dessie had, is the father of two more children he has with a lesbian couple who lived in Värmland. I hadn’t met the two yet, but from what I’ve seen of their four children together, both Dessie and Johan seemed to be wonderful parents. According to the eldest son and daughter, they were very close to their two older half-siblings and they used to spend time with them and their mothers in Värmland. And the older half-siblings also often stayed with them at their house on the weekends, where they each had their own room.
Johan and Dessie often had a neighbor girl, Annie, babysit the younger children. Annie was adopted from the Philippines, went to high school and was four years older than me. I thought she was very cute with her black eyes, long jet-black hair, dazzling white smile, light brown skin, slim, fit body and a beautiful, almost doll-like face. In addition, she was always so happy, kind and pleasant to everyone.
When I saw the longing glances Annie cast at the married couple, I realized very quickly that she was hopelessly in love with both of them. And I understood her. Because even though I might not have said I was in love with them right away, I realized very early on that I was very attracted to both of them and had thought several times about what it would be like to ”do it” with one of them.
In the fall of 2019, the year I was 13, I received a request from Dessie via my parents if I would be willing to babysit the twins on a Friday night for a fee when they would pick up Johan’s two oldest children from the train station and then go to the movies with them.
Annie, who usually babysat, was away on a school trip. The older sister would certainly be home, but Johan didn’t want to leave their eight-year-old daughter all alone at home with two three-year-olds. Their oldest son would be staying with a friend.
I accepted the offer as I realized it would be easy money.
At their house, the twins and I were watching a movie that we rented online via their TV box.
I was a little surprised when the smell of freshly baked bread suddenly started coming from the kitchen and the eight-year-old suddenly came into the living room carrying a tray of freshly baked scones and, among other things, butter, cheese and jam.
– ”Did you make them yourself?”, I said impressed.
– ”Yes, dad and Aunt Kattis taught me how to bake,” she said smiling.
– ”Who is Kattis?”, I asked.
– ”My older brother and older sister’s one mother.”
– ”Do you mean that lesbian couple that your dad has children with?”, I said while putting a piece of scone in my mouth.
I realized almost immediately that it might be inappropriate to ask that way, plus she might not know what that word meant.
– ”No, Aunt Kattis is not a lesbian, and neither is Aunt Sanna.”, she quickly replied with a laugh.
– ”Eh, who?”, I said with a slightly surprised expression.
– ”Aunt Sanna is Aunt Kattis’s wife. Kattis had my older brother with her father and Sanna had my older sister, even though they are both mothers.”
– ”Aunt Kattis and Aunt Sanna are very dear, but also quite fond of mom and dad.”, said one of the twins who was a boy with a mouth full of scones.
I didn’t understand what he meant but chose not to ask any more. I assumed they just meant that they weren’t lesbians but that they were both bisexual. I had realized early on that I was bisexual myself.
Later that evening, at about 10:00 PM, we heard a car pull into the garage entrance. The twins were sleeping on the couch at the time, but they both woke up immediately when they heard the front door open. I saw Dessie’s red hair and green eyes in the doorway, and both twins ran to the door and threw themselves around her legs. She leaned down laughing and showered them with kisses and hugs before also hugging her oldest daughter.
Then I saw Johan standing behind her with his arms around a boy and a girl who looked to be about my age, and I realized that they were his two oldest children.
The boy, who turned out to be a year younger than me, was already over 6 feet tall, and I realized that in a few years he would probably be as tall (and as handsome) as his father, as they both looked very similar except that the boy had light brown eyes instead of blue and light blonde hair instead of dark blonde. The light hair was medium length and reached down over his ears. The girl, who was a year younger, had pale skin and long dark brown hair but had inherited Johan’s blue eyes. Both greeted politely before bending down and hugging their three younger half-siblings. The boy lifted his two youngest siblings into his arms and said that they should both be asleep at this hour. He then carried the twins into their bedroom where I heard him begin to read them a bedtime story. The eight-year-old hugged his older sister and then dragged her and Johan into the kitchen to offer them the scones that were left. The kitchen was sparkling clean and I hadn’t even had to tell her to clean up after she baked. Talk about well-behaved, I thought.
Dessie kindly asked if I wanted a ride home since it was dark outside and had started to rain, which I accepted. I left my bike on their lawn and jumped into one of their cars with her. The trip took less than three minutes and once outside she gave me five hundred kroner and thanked me so much for my help. I thought it was the easiest money I’d ever earned, getting 500 kroner to watch a movie and being treated to freshly baked bread by the most well-behaved kids in the world.
After that day I occasionally babysat the twins. And even though it was easy money, I did it mostly as an excuse to meet Johan and Dessie (even if it was for short periods of time).
You could safely say that I had fallen in love with both of them very quickly, even though I realized that I would probably never get a chance with the two of them since they were so much older and also seemed to be very much in love with each other.
But imagination is free and I often fantasized about them both.
But in 2020, there was a pandemic and I didn’t see them as much, but I noticed that I often thought about them and missed being there. I especially missed being around the beautiful married couple.
Then came 2021 and I turned 15 in February and became of legal age. I had been to a friend’s house for a weekend shortly after that and it was quite late when I walked home. For some reason I thought of walking over to Johan and Dessie’s house before heading home. I had done this several times before and ”spyed” on them. I had met their oldest daughter outside the store two days earlier and she had told me that she and her siblings were going to Värmland for the weekend to visit their two older siblings and both of their mothers.
I walked briskly onto the forest path that leads to them and soon I saw their large villa. I stood quietly and looked up towards the upper floor where I knew their bedroom was on the other side of the house.
I began to fantasize about what they might be doing there in bed right now and then I had the idea of sneaking into the garden and looking up at the bedroom window. I quietly went into the garden and slowly started walking around to the back to look up at their window before I headed home.
But as I approached the corner of the house, I heard noises from the back of the garden. Curious, I crept closer and looked carefully around the corner of the house. There at the back, in the large hot tub, Johan sat leaning back with Dessie on his lap. They hadn’t noticed me because they were busy kissing and hugging each other. It was below zero degrees, but it looked warm and nice there in the hot tub and I saw a little steam rising from the water.
I stood silently for a long time and watched and saw how the married couple kissed and loudly sucked each other’s tongues. The tall, strong man let his large hands tenderly caress his beautiful wife’s naked wet back while she held her arms around his neck and held his face in the kiss. It looked so cozy.
After a while, Dessie slid off Johan’s lap, made him stand up to his full length and then I saw that they were both naked. My gaze quickly caught Johan’s crotch and I had to bite my lip to not make a sound and reveal myself where I was standing, peeping. Oh my God! What a fucking big cock!
I had certainly been sure that such a big and tall man, with those giant hands and big feet, must be well equipped. But I had never thought it would be so long and thick. It was the size you only see sometimes in porn movies. I tried to figure out how big it was and thought it must be almost 25 cm long.
I saw how Dessie, moaning loudly, kissed and licked all over the veiny shaft before she finally let her full lips envelop the glans. Soon she was fully engaged in sucking the cock and took it deeper and deeper.
Oh my God, she can never take it all in her mouth, I thought as I stood there. But I soon saw that I was wrong. Dessie took Johan’s hands and made him take a firm grip on her head with his fingers tangled in her red curly hair.
Johan breathed heavily as he slowly but firmly mouth-fucked his wife so that she made gurgling sounds every time he drove his huge stick deep into her throat.
After a long moment, Johan leaned forward and pulled Dessie’s face up to his so that their lips met. He kissed her deeply.
– ”I love you, Dessie!”, he gasped as he continued to kiss her.
– ”Oh, honey!”, she moaned back between kisses while she jerked off the big cock hard with both hands.
– ”Sit down! Now!”, she moaned.
She pushed him down so that he was sitting in the hot tub again and without stopping kissing she straddled him in his lap and sank down, moaning loudly with pleasure.
Soon Dessie was fully engaged in riding him. She pressed her huge breasts against his face and I saw how Johan sucked one nipple between his lips. She increased the ride and soon, with loud pleasurable moans, she was riding the big cock at a crazy wild pace. Her moans got louder and louder.
I stood there for a long time, hidden, watching their lovemaking. Until I heard Dessie throw her head back and howl out loud. I knew she had had an orgasm when I saw how she remained there afterwards, shaking all over.
– ”I love you! I love you!”, she moaned out breathlessly as she kissed him passionately while continuing to ride his big cock.
I quietly crept back and walked towards the front. I heard their wonderful lovemaking continuing there in the hot tub. I went out on the road and started walking home. Once home I took a hot shower and I fondled myself for a long time, both in the shower and in bed.
That night I dreamed that I was the one sitting there riding Johan’s huge cock in the hot tub’s warm water while Dessie stood close by and let me suck and suck on her big sexy breasts.
After that day I continued to spy on the married couple at regular intervals. I had even climbed up a ladder outside their bedroom window and looked in when they were having sex. Apparently they had repainted the window frames earlier and then forgotten to remove the ladder that was left. I had surreptitiously moved it so that it was standing right by the window and they didn’t seem to have noticed anything. However, so far I had only managed to see them having sex once more and that was in the kitchen with Dessie propped up on the sink.
A few weeks later it was March and it was sports break. One evening I had been to a party at a classmate’s, but I had left early as I had become friends with my boyfriend who I had broken up with a week earlier. I had started walking home when I started thinking about Johan and Dessie. I then decided to take a turn towards their house before I went home.
As I approached, I just saw Johan walk out of the house. I stopped and looked at him. He was wearing a bathrobe, barefoot and had his long, beautiful hair down. However, he didn’t notice me and walked quietly towards the back of the house. I realized that he was on his way to the hot tub and thought that Dessie might already be there and if I was lucky, maybe the two of them would have ”intimate intercourse”.
I walked quickly in the other direction and sneaked behind a tree a little way from their garden so as not to be discovered. I saw Johan crawl into the hot tub and that someone was already sitting there. At first I thought it was his wife, but soon realized that it wasn’t Dessie as this woman was darker and had straight, jet-black hair.
Johan leaned forward towards the black-haired woman and they hugged each other before their lips met in a long kiss. My thoughts raced through my head. Was Johan cheating on his wife? I had always had the impression that he and Dessie were happy and also very loving. Who was she that he cheated on her with?
I approached quietly and slipped behind a tree that stood a little closer, cautiously but incredibly curious, to get a better look without being seen myself. And when I saw who the woman was, I thought I was going to get a shock. It was none other than Annie, the Asian girl who usually babysat their children.
But Annie was still in high school and Johan was also 20 years older than her. Did he like lamb?! Was he cheating on the babysitter? I had never thought that about him.
I saw how Annie sat astride Johan in his lap so that their faces ended up facing each other. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his again, while he tenderly caressed her cheeks and earlobes with his fingertips. They sat for a long time, kissing and hugging while they looked each other deep in the eyes.
After a while I saw the door to the balcony open and saw Dessie standing in the doorway.
Oh shit, I thought. Would she catch them red-handed? Would there be a fight? How angry would she be?
But then I saw that Dessie, also wearing a bathrobe, walked out onto the balcony and towards the other two. Then I saw to my great surprise that she didn’t look angry or sad at all. She walked towards them both smiling and leaned over the edge of the hot tub. She kissed Johan deeply and tenderly stroked his hair. And then she also kissed Annie in the same way before letting her bathrobe fall to the ground and crawled down to them in the water.
What?!
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