Piper and the Swimming Pool

Piper, age 14, has always had a crush on Steve, her older brother's buddy. One warm day, she uses her family's swimming pool to lure him into a sexual romp!

Introduction

If this story looks vaguely familiar to you, it's because it was featured on this website before it was removed with hundreds of others in May 2025 in what I refer to as the Great Purge. Why? It was determined that it and all the others like it were now in violation of a certain rule. That rule has now been somewhat liberalized, so I'm reposting "Piper and the Swimming Pool" in a slightly revised version that ought to pass muster. Enjoy!

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“Hey, guess what?” my friend Carson Miller said to me late in June of 1980. “We’re getting a swimming pool next week!

“That’s great!” I replied. Then it occurred to me, “Isn’t your backyard a bit small for a pool?”

“It’s not a huge pool,” Carson noted. “It’s one of those circular, above-ground ones. It will only be about five feet deep. You can’t do a whole lot of actual swimming in it, but it will be great for just cooling off when we get a heat wave. You’re invited to the grand opening—whenever that might be.”

My name is Steve Delmore. I was 16 years old in the summer of 1980. Carson was a school chum of mine who lived a few blocks from me. We had been friends since high school began. Carson was a year older than I was, but he wasn’t especially gifted academically. He basically accomplished nothing in his first year of high school, so he was repeating a lot of courses when I began the ninth grade.

Despite us being at opposite ends of the scholastic bell curve, we had a great friendship. We had a shared interest in sports, especially baseball. Carson was a very good athlete; I was just a fair one. Nevertheless, I had accrued a couple of tennis trophies and seemed to play on a lot of championship baseball teams. Carson’s parents were especially friendly to me. They liked me coming by their house and often told me—in front of Carson—that I was a good influence on their oldest son. (I was an honor student; I supposed they hoped some of that would rub off on Carson.) Carson took it all in stride with good humor. “Yeah, Steve, if you weren’t around, I’d certainly be a bank robber or a serial killer,” he once joked. “Thanks for keeping me in line!”

Carson was the oldest of the four Miller children. He had a quiet, 10-year-old sister named Piper and two eight-year-old twin brothers named Jeff and John. The boys liked me because I would play games with them. They referred to me as their “brother from another mother” because I was around their house so much. I took that as a great compliment.

I was also on very good terms with Piper. I would call her “honey” or “sweetheart” in general conversation, such as, “Piper, honey, could you get my jacket for me? I think I left it in the kitchen, sweetheart.” That was a trait I picked up from my father who always seemed to refer to my sister’s friends with similarly affectionate names.

One afternoon when I visited the Miller home to see how the pool installation was coming along, and to watch a ballgame on TV with Carson, his two brothers scampered into the rec room giggling. “We know a secret,” Jeff announced. He pointed at me and said, “We overheard Piper tell Mom she’s going to marry you when she’s old enough.” As eight-year-old boys, I think they wanted me to say something along the lines of, “Girls…yuck!” but I didn’t.

On the contrary, I put an exaggerated smile on my face. Then I strongly stated, “Because she’s your sister, you don’t realize this: Piper is quite a beautiful girl. If she still wants to marry me when she’s 20, I’m all for it! I think she’s adorable!” Disappointed with my mushy response, the twins simultaneously said, “Eew!” and left the room.

As the boys departed, I noticed Piper was standing in the doorway. She had to have heard at least part of what I had just said. She looked at me with the loveliest smile I’d ever seen—and then she walked away. Carson promptly turned to me and gave me a stern look. He warned me, “You can marry my sister when she’s 20; I won’t object. But if you lay a finger on her before she’s 16, I’m honor-bound to kill you. It’s nothing personal, Steve. That’s just the way it is.”

I didn’t know how to react—and my body language showed it. Carson looked at the concerned expression on my face and burst into loud laughter. “You can be so gullible sometimes, Steve! If Piper thinks that highly of you, she’s yours. Have at her! Hey, it’s time for the baseball game on TV. It ought to be a good one.”

Piper certainly was the best looking of the four Miller siblings. Her three brothers were rugged-looking rather than ruggedly handsome. Piper was slightly petite for her age, but she had a very pretty face and shoulder-length brown hair that had a natural curliness to it. When she smiled, she had dimples—always an endearing physical trait for a little girl to have. She also had an appealing voice and a very slight but cute lisp that occasionally caused her to replace an S sound with a TH. (For example, “sink” came out as “think” if Piper talked too quickly.)

Piper had just turned ten in May and had no hint of a womanly figure at all. Nevertheless, when I told her brothers that Piper was beautiful, I sincerely meant it. For as long as I could remember, I thought all young females could be beautiful regardless of their age. (Once, when I was seven, I declared eight-year-old Shirley Temple to be the most beautiful girl in the world. The next day, when my family was watching the movie Viva Las Vegas on TV, I announced that shapely Ann-Margret was even prettier than little Shirley. “That’s my boy!” my father said with delight!) If I was at a large gathering and I heard someone comment about a nearby girl’s attractiveness, I was unsure if he meant the closest, busty twenty-something or the preteen cutie standing next to her. That was just the way I was wired.

The big day finally arrived for the Miller family—the afternoon when their swimming pool was ready to be used for the first time. They had a celebratory barbecue that Sunday. I made sure I brought along plenty of treats to be shared. Carson had been right: The circular pool was designed for cooling off rather than actual swimming, but nobody seemed bothered by its close confines. The smaller you were, the bigger it seemed, so Piper, John and Jeff enjoyed it thoroughly. I couldn’t help but notice that Piper tried to swim as close to me as possible. Once, after swimming underwater, she surfaced literally inches from where I was standing and “accidentally” wrapped her arms around me. “Oops!” she said unconvincingly. I gave her a sly wink to subtly let her know that I knew what she was doing—and she could do that anytime she pleased. Carson certainly wasn’t fooled. “Piper,” he slyly joked, “you’re not married to him yet!”

Four years later, on one particularly warm Saturday in July, I got a phone call from Carson. He told me he and his parents were going out of town for a few hours for some reason. His three younger siblings wanted to use the swimming pool, but they weren’t permitted to do so without someone supervising who was older than they were. I got the hint. “I’ll come by,” I told him. “I’ll just sit on the deck and read.” I arrived a few minutes later. Mr. and Mrs. Miller thanked me for coming. They were surprised I had not brought along my swimsuit. I explained I had a book to keep myself occupied. They told me to help myself to all the cold drinks and snacks I wanted. They estimated they’d likely be home sometime around 5 p.m. and then drove off with Carson.

For the first 30 minutes I did read and occasionally glance at the three Miller kids who were noisily frolicking in the pool. Then a neighbor boy unexpectedly arrived. A friend of John and Jeff’s, he excitedly told them he had just gotten “a remote-control car that was really cool” as a birthday gift from his aunt. He invited the twins to come to his house to play with it. “Can we?” they asked me. “I guess so,” I replied, “since you are only going a couple of houses down the street.” The boys quickly forgot about swimming, got dressed, and headed off with their friend. This left me alone with Piper—who seemed quite happy that her little brothers were no longer there.

I declared the obvious. “Well, it’s just the two of us now, Piper. You can swim as long as you like and I’ll keep an eye on you.”

“Steve, why don’t you come into the pool with me?” she asked.

“I didn’t bring my swimsuit today,” I reminded her.

Then she said something I was totally not expecting: “Who needs a swimsuit?”

I had no time to be stunned as Piper, sitting on the deck with her feet dangling in the water, quickly peeled off her tight-fitting, dark-blue, one-piece bathing suit. She stood up, turned to me in all her nude glory, and then jumped back into the pool. “Come on in!” she invited me with a wave of her hand and a delightful smile. “The water is fine!”

I stood gawking at Piper. For a moment or two I didn’t quite know what to do. I was torn. The logical side of my brain was saying, “Danger! Danger! This is your best friend’s sister, and she is 14 years old!” The other half said, “Aw, hell. This is extremely erotic! Go for it!” The erotic half of my brain won the debate.

I quickly disrobed as Piper enthusiastically applauded my decision to join her! I jumped into the water beside her and tried to embrace this sexy teen—but she eluded my grasp. “Nope!” Piper informed me. “Let’s play a game: You have to catch me!”

She was a pretty fair swimmer, and she had the advantage of being small. (I also had the disadvantage of sporting a tremendous erection.) Eventually, I caught her—or perhaps Piper allowed me to catch her—and I pinned her against the side of the pool. At slightly more than six feet tall, I could stand at the bottom with no trouble at all. Petite Piper couldn’t come close to doing that. She just ended up wrapping her arms around me to keep her head above the water. That was totally fine by me.

I gave her a passionate kiss on the lips which Piper thoroughly enjoyed. I lowered my hands from Piper’s shoulders and found her small breasts. They were extremely sexy to the touch. I massaged them affectionately. This caused Piper to giggle at first, but when I stopped, Piper urged me to continue. “Oh, keep doing that, Steve. I love it!” she pleaded. “Keep feeling me up! I’m yours!”

My erection was totally beyond control. It seemed to have a mind of its own. I kept on rubbing it against Piper’s thighs and stomach area. This made her giggle too.

“Play with my dick, if you like, Piper,” I suggested. “Make me feel good. I’d really like that.”

Piper reached down and grabbed my shaft, a little too roughly for my comfort. She realized it and apologized. “I’ve never touched a boy’s private area before,” Piper admitted. “Did I hurt you?”

“Nah, not really,” I replied not quite truthfully. “Just stroke it gently, sweetheart. It feels as good as when I play with your beautiful titties.”

Piper got the idea and delicately explored every inch of my scrotum. She got great delight in fondling my testicles. “This is fun,” she squealed. In the meantime, I began sucking on Piper’s breasts, switching from left to right every few seconds. “This is fun, too,” I told her. “I’m going to finger your pussy now, Piper.”
I dropped my right hand below the water level and gently stroked her virginal vagina. She reacted immediately with a contented look on her angelic face. “That feels really good, Steve. I mean really, really good! We need to do this every day,” she suggested.

I chuckled at the wonderful idea, but I felt compelled to explain there was a problem. “Hey, I love you, Piper,” I said, “but your brother and father would likely kill me if they knew what we were doing right now.”

“I won’t tell! I like it too much!” she said.

“You really are a sweetheart, Piper,” I told her. “Let’s just take this one day at a time for now. I’m not going to last much longer. I want to come inside that tight pussy of yours.”

Piper had a slightly puzzled look on her face. I’m not sure she fully understood what I had said.
Nevertheless, I quickly positioned my throbbing penis at the entrance to her small cunt and thrust it forward. There was penetration, glorious penetration. The tightness of Piper’s vagina was heavenly. I shoved my penis further inside her—probably a little bit too roughly for this inexperienced 14-year-old cutie. Then I fired my load as I moaned contentedly. The water obscured everything, of course, but I felt three spurts exit my shaft. It was the most pleasurable moment in my 20 years of life so far.

I kept Piper pinned to the side of the pool and impaled on my stiff dick for as long as possible. I kissed her passionately and told her, “You are a great fuck for a 14-year-old, my dear. I really enjoyed having sex with you.” When my erection finally subsided, I loosened my grip on my best friend’s sister and started to wonder about the negative ramifications that might possibly occur.

I borrowed one of the towels discarded by Piper’s brothers and dried myself off. I quickly got dressed—and Piper put her swimsuit back on—just in case Carson and his parents got home earlier than expected or if John and Jeff returned. As it turned out, it was the latter. John and Jeff did come home about 15 minutes later. They got back into the pool and swam with Piper who said absolutely nothing to them about our sexy frolic in the water.

About an hour later, the Millers did indeed return slightly ahead of schedule. Like a good babysitter, I explained that John and Jeff had gone to their friend’s home for a short time to check out their buddy’s new toy. That was completely okay with their parents. Mrs. Miller said, “Oh, that meant you were stuck here alone with Piper for a while. I hope you weren’t bored. I’m sure she liked that. You know she has a major crush on you, Steve.”

I smiled innocently and replied, “So I’ve heard. In fact, I understand that Piper is my fiancée. Well, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather marry. She’s a real doll.”

Mrs. Miller had a big grin on her face. “We’re so glad you’re Carson’s friend, Steve,” she informed me. “You’re a top-notch guy.”

This top-notch guy spent a restless night worrying about whether a certain 14-year-old girl could keep our sexual encounter a secret. I was also worried that I may have gotten a little too rough with Piper when I fucked her. Overwhelming lust and a stiff dick ready to ejaculate had gotten the best of me. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt this adorable little sweetheart in any way. The next morning, I got a phone call from Piper—that was a first—at about 11 o’clock. She said she needed to talk to me privately. We agreed to meet on the sidewalk halfway between our houses.

As I walked to the arranged destination, I envisioned the two worst-case scenarios that might unfold: The first one had the police waiting for me with an arrest warrant. The second had Carson and his father ready to beat me to death with some blunt objects or turn me into a eunuch. As it turned out, I met only Piper. She embraced me and sweetly gave me a kiss on the cheek. I happily returned the affection. So far so good: No arrest, no pummeling, no castration. Piper was wearing a light pink t-shirt that had “Unconditional Love” printed on it. I suspect she chose to wear that one on purpose.

Piper had a forlorn look in her eyes. She began the conversation by surprisingly stating, “I’m so sorry about yesterday, Steve.”

“What?” I said incredulously. “What are you sorry for? I’m the one who should be sorry.”

My response puzzled Piper. “Why should you be sorry?” she asked me.

“Well, a 20-year-old shouldn’t be fucking a 14-year-old no matter how beautiful or sexy she is,” I said. “There are laws against it.”

“Steve, I’m sorry for tempting you by getting naked in the pool,” Piper replied. “I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong. I know you could have gotten into serious trouble if we got caught. But I just wanted to show you that I really, really love you, Steve. When a woman loves a man, they should do sex things together, right? That’s what happens in the movies. Besides that, I wasn’t very good at it.”

“Are you kidding me?” I asked her. “You were terrific. You were definitely the best teenage fuck I’ve ever had. There’s no doubt about that!”

“Oh, I thought I hurt you!” Piper confessed. “You made a face when I grabbed your dick and you moaned so loudly after you put it inside me. I thought for sure I did something wrong.”

I had to correct her misinterpretation of what had happened. “Oh, no! Piper, sweetheart, I was moaning with pleasure! I had one of the best ejaculations in my life—and it was all because you are so beautiful and sexy.”

A huge smile came over Piper’s face. She literally jumped into my arms and kissed me over and over again.

“Well, I’m certainly glad we got that cleared up,” I said between kisses. “After you’ve had lunch, how about I take you out for some ice cream? It’s the least I can do for the beautiful girl I’m going to marry someday.”

“Yeah, great!” Piper enthusiastically said. “It will be like we’re having a date!”

“No, Piper, it’s not like we’re having a date. We absolutely are having a date,” I corrected her. Then I added, “And I happen to have the prettiest date in the world.”

Piper blushed and asked me, “Do you think we could finish our date by going swimming afterward?”